Forced to join Kongoji Temple at the beginning

Chapter 172 The plot against the Wumeng!
The torrential rain came with a crashing sound, washing every corner of the holy city.

Almost everyone was quickly looking for a place to hide from the rain, and the figures were in chaos.

Only the little Living Buddha in the corner, because of his limited mobility, could only move his hands on the ground, crawling very slowly, and soon got drenched, a lot of mud and dirt splashed all over his body, and some mud spots directly It splashed into his mouth and nostrils.

He was wronged, resentful, regretful, all kinds of expressions were surging in his heart, and tears flowed out again without disappointment.

"Little thing, it's pitiful to see you. You really don't want to join our Lotus Gang? You can think about it now. If you want, I'll take you away right away. If you don't, I'll drench you to death!"

The former middle-aged beggar with a plantain leaf on his head came up to the little living Buddha again and said viciously.

The little Living Buddha felt aggrieved, raised his head, looked at the beggar in front of him who made him gnash his teeth with hatred, and nodded vigorously in line with the principle that a good man does not suffer from immediate losses.

"That's right, hang out with us from now on and make sure you have something to eat for three meals."

The middle-aged beggar smiled, grabbed the little Living Buddha by the collar, and quickly led him away from the place.

The rain is getting tighter.

It is like turning into a huge rain curtain, connecting the sky and the earth.

Wumeng headquarters.

Ning Chuan followed the previous person all the way to the [Ministry of Martial Arts].

[Ministry of Martial Arts] in a conference hall.

A total of seven or eight old people gathered here, discussing in low voices, looking extremely dignified.

As Ning Chuan came from outside, the seven or eight old people all looked at Ning Chuan, some were surprised, some were shocked, some were eager to try, some were winking.

"Boy, you are here."

The leader, Yang Xiong, suddenly spoke up and waved his hand to make Ning Chuan excuse him.

"Senior, what happened?"

Ning Chuan asked suspiciously.

"What else can we do? Naturally, it's still about our ancestor of the Wumeng."

Yang Xiong sighed softly, "Now the Holy League is not willing to let people go easily at all. With the continuous gathering of masters from both sides, there are now more than 2000 masters at the border gate and above, and this is not all. As things drag on, there will definitely be more masters gathered from the past.

Once a full-scale conflict breaks out by then, it will be unimaginable.

So now someone has proposed a compromise method. In order to avoid further conflicts between the two sides, it is better for the two sides to select a few young players from their respective camps and let them replace the older generation to fight.

If the Holy League can win the final victory, then the Wumeng must fully accept the conditions set by the Holy League!
If the Wumeng can win the final victory, then the Holy League needs to withdraw the formation unconditionally, release the mad ancestor of the Wumeng, and apologize to the Wumeng.

So, that's why I called you here. "

Ning Chuan immediately understood.

"Senior, do you want me to go to the front too?"

"That's right, apart from you, I have already sent people to invite the top ten people on the Tianjiao list, and asked them to arrive at the Wumeng border within ten days."

Yang Xiong said, "This matter can be big or small. No matter what, we must bring back the ancestor of the Wumeng who disappeared for more than 200 years. If we are really defeated in the end, then even if a full-scale conflict breaks out... No hesitation!"

Ning Chuan suddenly frowned.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a conspiracy.

Now most of the martial arts masters have been transferred to the border. If there are other changes in the three major countries, it will be too late to react.

Ning Chuan quickly told Yang Xiong about his concerns.

"I've thought about what you said. In fact, the biggest threat now is the Demon League. According to various investigations of the [Shadow Department] over the years, the Holy League and the Demon League have been getting closer and closer. The last time Wu The fact that the League Headquarters [Martial Arts True Solution] was stolen is the shadow of the Holy League and the Demon League."

Yang Xiong said with a heavy tone, "So now the Holy League is deliberately leading our masters to the border, mostly for the convenience of the Yaomeng."

"The senior still wants to send such a person there?"

Ning Chuan was surprised.

"The current situation is that even if we know that the Demon League will attack from behind, we still have to send experts to the border, because once there are fewer experts at the border, the Holy League will also launch an attack. Therefore, our Wumeng is actually at the border. In a kind of hostility."

Yang Xiong said in a deep voice.

Understood.

Ning Chuan suddenly realized.

Yang conspiracy!

This holy alliance is an open conspiracy.

Let me tell you clearly, if you do your best and gather at the border, the Demon League will take the opportunity to attack your rear.

But you have to.

Because if you don't go, the Holy League will take the opportunity to attack you and kill all your current frontier masters, and by the way, your mad ancestor of the Wumeng will also be trapped to death with a large formation.

So Wumeng is now being led by the nose.

From the day when the golden bearded man led people to the Holy League, this conspiracy had been formed, like a whirlpool, continuously attracting the remaining martial arts experts to come to help.

If the Wumeng wants to get rid of the vortex, only the strong men cut off their arms, and they don't care about the life and death of the golden bearded man and others!
But if this is really done, then once the golden bearded man and the others die, the Holy League and the Demon League will continue to launch invasions in the future.

It doesn't change the final result at all.

Moreover, Ning Chuan had seen the location of the Wumeng on the map before.

To the south of the Martial League is the Holy League, and to the east is the Demon League. Basically, it is in the pincer attack of the two major forces, and it is easy to encounter siege.

"But don't worry too much. It's impossible for them to easily destroy my Wumeng. After so many years of my Wumeng's business, they can destroy it as soon as they want.

What's more, our Wumeng occupies three of the five great peaks in the southern region. If we are really forced to invite the honest monk and Tiandao Wang Yi, then no one can tell who will win the final victory. "

Yang Xiong's tone became cold, and he said, "Boy, I will give you some weapons now, I hope you will make good use of them when the time comes."

He directly dragged out a large box from one side, put it in front of Ning Chuan, and said, "Open it and see for yourself."

arms?

Ning Chuan showed suspicion, and then opened the wooden box Yang Xiong gave him.

Inside the alley is a thick and heavy bow flowing with black light. The bow body is simple and atmospheric, mysterious and unpredictable.

In addition to this big bow, there are seven or eight arrows. The material used for each arrow is very extraordinary.

The moment they saw the big bow, several old people in the hall changed their colors at the same time and looked at each other.

The old peak master actually took out this thing?
Ning Chuan grabbed the big bow inside the wooden box, and lightly weighed it with unusual ease.

The weight is neither too light nor too heavy for him, almost just right.

He pulled hard, and with a creak, the bowstring was slowly pulled away, muscles emerged all over his body, and the veins burst out. Soon the bowstring was pulled to the full moon state, and then his fingers were loosened, and with a bang, the bowstring made an ear-splitting sound.

"Good bow, senior, what is the origin of this big bow?"

Ning Chuan asked.

"I know you are good at archery. Once at the headquarters of the Martial League, you shot and killed the Green Scale Eagle powerfully at the energy storage level. The arrow feathers you sent out couldn't even resist the sword and cut the sky. Later, you shot and killed it directly in Heishui City. I have recruited hundreds of masters, so I found this big bow just for you!
This bow is actually tempered by some cultivators using mana. Among cultivators, there is a powerful profession called [Smelter]. The weapons they train are often extremely powerful, and they can be attached with some powerful energy. attack.

When the headquarters of the Wumeng League was first established, we had fought and cooperated with some practitioners, so we caught a lot of [smiths] and asked them to refine various weapons for us.

It's a pity that as weapons were refined one by one, the mana of these [smiths] was gradually exhausted, and they could no longer continue to practice.

In the development of more than 200 years, our Wumeng headquarters has consumed a lot of such weapons, and now there are very few left over. This [Canglong Bow] is temporarily lent to you. 】In addition, there are seven flying knives below, you should also take them with you. "

Yang Xiong spoke.

Ning Chuan was first taken aback by Yang Xiong's "refining master", and then immediately searched under the box, and sure enough, he found seven or eight throwing knives with dull colors and simple shapes.

He lightly grabbed a flying knife, and immediately could clearly perceive the strong power fluctuations contained in the flying knife.

"Sure enough."

Ning Chuan's eyes flickered.

"Originally there were dozens of throwing knives left, but I can only give you seven now, and the rest will be distributed to other talents in the Tianjiao list in order to increase the chances of winning. That's all right, you accept it now, and we will leave immediately .”

Yang Xiong spoke.

"Leave so soon?"

Ning Chuan was astonished.

"Yes, time doesn't wait for me. If you wait a little longer, there may be changes."

Yang Xiong said solemnly.

"Is the leader going to his old man's house?"

Ning Chuan asked curiously.

"Don't worry, the old thing is not in the right condition, it is more suitable for guarding the headquarters, I didn't inform him at all!"

Yang Xiong spoke.

"That's good."

Ning Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, straddled the big bow directly on his body, put the seven arrows into the arrow basket and carried them all behind his back, and then quickly hid the seven or eight flying knives in every corner of his body.

This is a secret weapon made by a craftsman, and each handle is extremely powerful.

However, these weapons will gradually reduce their power as the number of times they are used increases, and in the end they will completely become ordinary weapons.

So it basically belongs to the column of consumables.

It can be used naturally or sparingly.

Braving the heavy rain, Ning Chuan and his party started to go out, rushing towards the Wumeng.

Under the rain, they couldn't get close to their bodies at all, so they were blocked by the protective energy on their bodies.

In the square, two huge birds have already docked here, and they have been preparing for a long time.

However, when Ning Chuan and others came to the square, their expressions changed slightly.

On the forehead of one of the birds, there was an old man with half-bald hair, ragged clothes, and a rough appearance. He was sitting there with a fishing rod as thick as a thumb, as if he was fishing.

The bird under him was visibly trembling with fright, its eyes were terrified, and it was almost unsteady.

"With such a heavy rainstorm, where are you going? Why didn't anyone come to inform my old man?"

The old alliance leader Jin Lingxiao slowly raised his head and looked at the crowd with indifferent eyes.

Everyone's expressions changed, and they looked at each other, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

Ning Chuan couldn't help taking a step back, ready to run away at any time.

Yang Xiong suddenly squeezed out a smile, walked forward with a smile, and said, "Leader, are you fishing again? How much have you caught? Is there enough food?"

"Fishing your bitch, I'm not dementia!"

Jin Lingxiao cursed angrily, stood up, and folded the bamboo pole in his hand towards his thigh forcefully, and it shattered into pieces with a click.

"How long do you want to hide from me, you old bastard? Do you really want to see the martial arts alliance fall apart and be wiped out before you are willing?"

He yelled.

Yang Xiong's face changed slightly, and he suddenly said in surprise, "Old Freak Jin, you... your illness has recovered?"

"Fart, I'm not sick at all!"

Jin Lingxiao was furious.

"Okay, you're not sick, you're not sick."

Yang Xiong nodded repeatedly, looked at Jin Lingxiao again and again, thought in his heart, and after a while, smiled again, "Old monster Jin, it's okay to take you there, but we have to make an agreement, and you have to listen to me when you get to the place."

"Fart, who are you? I am the real leader!"

Jin Lingxiao looked indifferently, with his hands behind his back, and said, "Don't think that you let this kid deliberately lose to you before, you are the second in the world, I'm not dead yet, you can only be the third in the world forever, I am the real world Second, when we get to the place, if there is a conflict, all the staff have to listen to me!"

Boom!

His momentum is blooming, mighty and mighty, and the whole world seems to be in a turbulent state.

All the raindrops were uncontrollably flowing upstream towards the sky, swishing, as if turning into darts, the scene was terrifying.

He suddenly pondered for a moment, and said, "But it's okay for that kid not to listen to me. No one can beat him. Except for that kid, everyone has to listen to me."

His eyes were cold, like lightning, sweeping across everyone.

In an instant, everyone felt chills all over their bodies, as if being scraped by a terrible sword, and all the old people had difficulty breathing.

Of course, except for Ning Chuan.

Because Jin Lingxiao directly chose to ignore Ning Chuan, unwilling to see him.

"you…"

Yang Xiong's complexion changed slightly, and after a while he exhaled lightly, and said, "Since that's the case, then you go over with us, with you old monster going over, even if there is a big change, we shouldn't be afraid."

He directly signaled Ning Chuan to start boarding the giant bird.

A group of people dispersed to ride.

The seven or eight elders of the Martial Arts Department sat at one end.

Ning Chuan, Yang Xiong and Jin Lingxiao sat at one end.

There is a reason for Yang Xiong's arrangement in this way.

Because he found out that the last time Ning Chuan beat old monster Jin, it was more or less effective, so that every time Ning Chuan was present, the old monster was a little sober.

So he called Ning Chuan to sit beside him so that he could 'squeeze' this old monster at any time.

As everyone knows, Ning Chuan doesn't want to face this old monster at all now.

In his heart, this is simply a neurosis.

Maybe one day I will fall ill.

The two huge birds hissed piercingly, flapped their wings, soared upwards, setting off a lot of raindrops and wind and waves, and began to leave here quickly.

On the back of the giant bird.

Jin Lingxiao, Yang Xiong, and Ning Chuan sat cross-legged, and the atmosphere was somewhat depressed.

No one chose to speak.

Ning Chuan looked at Yang Xiong, Yang Xiong fixed his eyes on Jin Lingxiao, Jin Lingxiao frowned, folded his hands, his eyes narrowed, he didn't say a word, and he didn't know what to think.

That's it, time passes.

Unconsciously.

Most of the day passed.

The original torrential rain did not know when it had stopped.

The sky cleared and the clouds dissipated.

The sun shines in the distance.

The feathers on the two giant birds shone with a mysterious luster under the sunlight.

Jin Lingxiao said suddenly, "Boy, I thought about it carefully, I am not as good as you in terms of internal strength, but in terms of exquisite moves, you are definitely not as good as me, so I can't do it for number one in the world, and you certainly can't do it, you have nothing to do Internal strength, without moves, even if you become number one in the world, others will not accept you. I have moves, but without internal strength, others will not accept me either. If this is the case, it is better to be number one in the world, and we will be together."

Ning Chuan was instantly stunned, and looked at Jin Lingxiao blankly.

What is this uncle doing?

Sick again?

With a confused face, he turned to look at Yang Xiong again.

Yang Xiong also looked puzzled.

"How should we act together?"

he asked.

"It's not easy. From today onwards, this kid and I will be married to Jinlan, and we are called friends of eight worshippers. The two of us are called [Wumeng Shuangxiong] to the outside world. We sleep and eat together, and we are inseparable. No matter where we go, we are together. , In this way, when mentioning the two heroes of the Martial League, everyone categorically gives a thumbs up, and no one refuses to accept it!"

Jin Lingxiao spoke.

The corner of Ning Chuan's mouth twitched suddenly.

Chapter 1 arrives!

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