Forced to join Kongoji Temple at the beginning

Chapter 26 I rub, I rub hard
The next morning.

It was just dawn.

A deafening sound of gongs came from outside the town.

All kinds of quacks, masters and disciples of various sects showed strange expressions, rushed out of the inn, and looked outside.

Outside the town, I saw a cavalry team of dozens of people, wearing uniform orange-yellow gowns, carrying big knives, and angry horses in fresh clothes, each showing a stern look, rushing towards the Golden Knife Gate.

This group of people also specially hired a group of people to beat gongs and drums, and huge banners were erected high and fluttered.

On it were words such as [Zhigang Supreme Yandao Gang], [Step on the Golden Knife Gate], [Golden Knife Gate children quickly surrender] and other words.

All the quacks in the town were dumbfounded.

"It's the Yandao Gang!"

"The master of the Yandao Gang has finally arrived!"

"Great, everyone, go over and see the excitement!"

Countless rivers and lakes cheered, followed closely behind, and rushed towards the Golden Knife Gate.

The deacon of the Golden Knife Sect who is in charge of receiving foreign guests, Jin Dafu of the "Three Knives of the Soul Chaser", saw this scene, his face darkened immediately, he snorted coldly, then turned around, and began to seriously entertain the masters of the various sects , rushed towards their Jindaomen headquarters.

All of a sudden, there were dense crowds of people, and there were quacks everywhere.

In this environment, Ning Chuan became a little restless again.

While laughing and talking about other topics with Jielong, he rubbed his hands against the monks beside him.

Don't say anything else, let's get the wool of our faction first.

As for other wool, there is always a chance later.

Don't believe that you can't get it when you go to the toilet?
The town is less than two miles away from the Jindaomen headquarters.

A group of quacks rushed into the Golden Knife Gate almost without any hindrance.

The huge square is directly surrounded by densely packed figures standing in the inner third and outer third.

Some people couldn't find a good location, and even climbed on the top of the wall and jumped to the roof.

The only old locust tree in the yard is also densely packed, full of people's shadows, like hanging monkeys.

It can be said that any place where it is possible to settle has been occupied by people.

Of course, a decent sect like the King Kong Temple does not need to grab a seat at all, because the Golden Knife Gate will reserve it for them in advance.

The elders of the six sects, without exception, have all sat down.

"Strange, why hasn't the person from Iron Finger Sect arrived yet?"

Suddenly, the Huixiu monk frowned and whispered in Huiwen's ear.

Only then did Monk Huiwen come to his senses, and looked around suspiciously.

The place that originally belonged to the Iron Finger Gate was empty, and there was no one there.

"I don't know either, maybe they came late this time because of other things?"

Monk Huiwen whispered.

He didn't think anything could happen.

Among the six sects present, Shenquan Sect and Flowing Water Sword Sect belong to them, so what could happen?

If something really happened, it would have happened long ago, can we wait until now?
Monk Huixiu was preoccupied and not at ease.

At this moment, a maidservant of the Golden Knife Sect, carrying a tray, began to offer teacups to the masters of various sects.

Due to the large number of people, only these masters are eligible to sit.

The other disciples could only stand behind their elders to watch, so there were no seats and no tea.

The elders of each sect took the tea, smiled, talked and laughed among each other, and began to taste the good tea prepared for them by Jindaomen.

"Everyone, be quiet!"

Suddenly, Fang Wuque, the master of the Golden Knife Gate, came out, his voice was not loud, but it echoed in everyone's ears, overwhelming the entire square, Yaque lost his voice.

Everyone kept silent and looked at Fang Wuque together.

Only Yang Wuli, the leader of the Yandao Gang in the other direction, sneered and showed disdain.

"Hypocrisy, let's see how long you can pretend?"

"Old man Fang Wuque, thanks to the favor of righteous men from all walks of life, he came all the way to my Golden Knife Gate. If my Golden Knife Gate's hospitality is not good, I hope you will take care of me..."

Fang Wuque first arched his hands and saluted the heroes from all directions, and everyone returned the salute one after another.

"As you all know, today is the day when the Yandao Gang fulfilled the two-year agreement. Two years ago, the fraud faction had a lucky victory in the Yandao Gang and captured the sword that the ancestors paid attention to. Today, the Yandao Gang To help cultivate a peerless disciple, if you come to ask for it, my Golden Knife Sect naturally welcomes you, in order to ensure fairness and justice, I will invite you to use the magic knife today, please witness together!"

Fang Wuque spoke loudly.

As soon as the words fell, a dignified elder with half white hair and silk robes, holding a gleaming golden sword respectfully in both hands, walked slowly from not far away.

Countless quacks instantly shifted their gazes to the golden knife, held their breath, and their eyes sparkled.

This is the sword that the ancestors of the Golden Knife Gate paid attention to?

Once used this to slash and kill Jindan Daxiu, destroy countless opponents, the supreme holy object that shocked the world.

Many people stared at it for a while, filled their hearts with envy and jealousy. Some people even wished they could grab this knife directly, escape from the rivers and lakes, hide their names, and then realize the peerless magic skills from it, creating a hegemony like the ancestor of the Golden Knife Gate. through the ages.

It's a pity that many thoughts were shattered as the golden magic knife was slowly placed on the altar, leaving only a dark sigh.

Ning Chuan also stared at the past with fixed eyes.

"Well, have you opened your eyes?"

Senior brother Jielong whispered in Ning Chuan's ear.

"Really extraordinary."

Ning Chuan nodded.

At any rate, his predecessor was someone who had seen the world.

So it can be seen at a glance that this knife is extraordinary.

"Enough is enough, don't gossip, let's get straight to the point."

Suddenly, Yang Wuli of the Yandao Sect came over with a cold voice, "Two out of three rounds, who are you going to send to the Golden Knife Sect this time?"

Everyone remained silent again, some looked towards the Yandao Gang, and some looked towards the Golden Knife Gate.

Fang Wuque, the master of the Golden Knife Gate, said in a flat tone, "Brother Yang, why worry, even if you want to win the magic knife, you don't care about this moment."

"Hmph, I just don't want to waste time."

Yang Wuli snorted coldly.

Among the crowd, Ning Chuan looked left and right, suddenly stepped forward, stepped forward quietly, came to Monk Huiwen's side, and gently tugged at the corner of Monk Huiwen's clothes.

"Report to Master Uncle, I want to go to the toilet..."

【Ding! 】

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Monk Huiwen's face darkened, and he took a deep look at Ning Chuan, "The lazy donkey grinds a lot of excrement and urine, why don't you go to the inn in the morning? Hurry up and come back, don't waste time, don't talk nonsense, and don't walk around, do you understand?" ?”

"understand!"

Ning Chuan hurriedly nodded.

Monk Huiwen snorted coldly, ignored him, and continued to look into the arena.

Ning Chuan was secretly happy, and immediately turned his head, and began to squeeze towards the crowd with great effort.

Jielong looked at Ning Chuan with a puzzled expression.

It's about to start a fight, why does this guy go to the bathroom now?

I rub!

I rub!

I rub hard!
【Ding! 】

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Waves of pleasant voices continued to sound.

Ning Chuan almost couldn't help laughing out loud, feeling like he was in a trance.

When he squeezed out of the crowd, he didn't walk in a straight line at all, but in an S-shape, squeezing through at least two No. 30 people.

Each one is of extraordinary strength.

After squeezed out of the crowd, Ning Chuan immediately looked at the panel.

Cultivation of a warrior: the initial stage of strength training
Current Strength: 2089
Current speed: 367
Cultivation method: One Qi Dingyang pile is perfect, Eight Diagrams Vajra Claw enters the room (1/8)

"what…"

Ning Chuan couldn't help but smirked.

He immediately walked towards the hut, ready to squeeze again when he came back.

"My friend, where is the hut?"

Ning Chuan saw a servant and patted him casually. He thought he would get 1 point of strength or 1 point of speed, but when he actually pasted it, he was shocked.

【Ding! 】

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What the fuck?

Ning Chuan was startled, and hurriedly looked at this seemingly ordinary servant.

I saw this famous family man with broad shoulders, a smiling face, three long beards, and warm and bright eyes. After being patted by Ning Chuan, he lightly pointed to the front right.

"There!"

(End of this chapter)