The three of them walked slowly to the middle of the hall and stopped side by side. Standing in the middle, a big black-robed man with a hideous appearance said coldly: "Who are the three of us, I don't think I need to introduce any more. Even if some of them don't know the three of us, they should know each other by now. This The party is hosted by the three of us, does anyone have any comments?"
The black-robed man’s voice was extremely cold. As soon as he said those words, a huge aura suddenly emerged from his body, and then a huge spiritual pressure descended on the entire hall. After sensing the unfathomable spiritual fluctuations, the expressions of the monks present all changed slightly .
But while Han Li was startled by this person's powerful mana, he was surprised for a while. Looking at the yin and cold demonic energy all over this person, he must be the old devil of Hehuan from the Demon Dao, but the appearance of this old devil is quite different from what he imagined. The magic power of the Ghost Spirit Gate!
Han Li didn't know that the great elders of the Hehuan Sect in the past were all called Hehuan Old Demons. Although the kung fu practiced by the big man in black robe is actually a kind of magic kung fu that has little to do with the Hehuan sect, he still has to be called the old devil of Hehuan.
At this time, after the other people felt the fear of the big man, although they felt a little uncomfortable, they would not be so stupid as to jump out and challenge the authority of the three monks. For a moment, the whole hall was silent, which was regarded as acquiescing to what Old Demon Hehuan said just now.
"Okay, since I have no objections, I won't say any more nonsense. In fact, I don't have time to talk nonsense. Just this morning, the Mulan people sent envoys and sent a letter of challenge, saying that if they don't agree If the conditions are met, the execution will be executed at the border in seven days." The black-robed man said expressionlessly.
"Challenge letter?" "Seven days later?" "What conditions?" All the monks were in commotion.
"Brother Yi's words just now are true. This is the opponent's letter of war. Fellow Daoists, go through it first, and then we will discuss countermeasures. Although the war is earlier than we expected, with the magical powers of everyone here, is it really true?" Will you be afraid of the Mulan people?" The Taoist priest with the sword on his back chuckled and said calmly. Although his voice was not loud, once it entered the ears of all the people present, it was like a breeze blowing on the face, making everyone's hearts suddenly cool, and they immediately calmed down.
The other monks were startled, and the turmoil subsided immediately, but someone muttered in a low voice: "Taizhen Sect's Meditation Art really has some tricks."
Hearing these seemingly unconvincing words, the middle-aged Taoist priest took out a bright red jade slip from his robe, threw it to an old man in gray robe opposite him, and said with a smile: " This is the letter of challenge from the Mulan people, fellow daoists, please read it first."
After being stunned for a moment, the old man held the jade slip in his hands silently, scanned the contents inside with his spiritual sense, his face suddenly became gloomy, and then threw the jade slip directly to the person beside him with a cold face. The man took the jade slip and looked at it curiously, his expression equally ugly.
While the monks were circulating the challenge letter one by one, Han Li looked at the Taoist priest and the old man in blue. The Taoist priest is about forty years old, with crystal clear and white skin, and his facial features are upright and elegant, which makes people like him at first sight.
As for the old man in the blue shirt, from the outside, he is too ordinary, no matter his clothes or appearance, there is nothing special about him. The only thing that caught Han Li's attention was that the old man had long nails on his ten fingers. . And this nail looked sharp and unusually sharp, and the whole body was purple and black, with a faint light shining, which was really eye-catching. This person is naturally Wei Wuya, the Great Elder of the Nine Nations League.
Wei Wuya seemed to have sensed Han Li's gaze, and turned his head slightly to look at Han Li. After the eyes met, there was a look of surprise on his face, and he smiled at Han Li. Han Li smiled back in embarrassment, but he couldn't help thinking in his heart, if this person knew about his relationship with Nangong Wan, he wondered if he could still smile at him.
Just as Han Li was thinking about it, Long Han who was on the side had already finished reading the jade slip passed into his hand, and threw it to Han Li with a displeased face. Seeing the expressions of the few people in front of him, Han Li became a little curious, and immediately immersed his mind in the simplicity, and looked at it calmly. After a while, Han Li frowned and pulled out his consciousness, and silently handed the jade slip to another monk.
Not long after, the entire jade slip was circulated, and everyone's expression was not very good. After reading it, one or two even snorted unbearably.
"Fellow daoists, after reading the gauntlet, I don't know what you think." Master Zhiyang of Taizhenmen asked with a half-smile.
"What a big tone, let us give up half of Tiannan to them, do they think they can win against us?" A stern-faced brocade robed man said coldly.
"Yes, what do you mean, as long as you give up a little land, you can turn hostility into friendship. They think we don't know that the Mulan people are just homeless dogs now. I'm afraid we don't need to fight them decisively. Even if we drag them down a little bit, we can slowly slow them down." I'm exhausted." Another fat old man said with a treacherous expression on his face.
"Friend Lu Dao, what do you mean? Is it because your Thousand Illusion Sect is deep in the south of the sky, so you don't care about the life and death of our sects? Of course your Thousand Illusion Sect doesn't care about the protracted war, but what about the foundation of our sect? What to do?" A big dark man sitting next to the fat old man said with an unkind expression.
"Aren't I also thinking of everyone? If the sect is gone, it can be rebuilt, but if a person dies, he can't be resurrected." The fat old man was not afraid of the dark man at all, and after casting a sideways glance at him, he said lightly.
"Huh! It's easy for you to say. If our countries are abandoned, why do we monks stop the army of magicians for your magic way? We simply move the entire sect to your Tianluo country, and we won't die even a single person It's gone." Another person said sarcastically.
"you… "
"Enough is enough. The decision on whether to fight a protracted war has long been settled, and there is no need to discuss it anymore. What we have to do now is how to deal with the army of the Mulan people, not for you to fight among yourself." The black-robed man heard Here, his complexion sank, and he suddenly reprimanded a few words.
When the three of them saw that it was the old demon Hehuan who spoke, although they were dissatisfied in their hearts, they obediently shut up. After all, in the world of cultivating immortals, strength still speaks.
"Actually, the dispute between the three fellow Taoists is unnecessary. We have calculated it long ago. With the momentum of the army of legal scholars, it is impossible to fight a protracted war. If it is not for the concentration of most of Tiannan's strength, it will be impossible to stop it. The opponent's offensive is not even the slightest bit. Based on the power of one family and one country, I am afraid that it will collapse immediately upon contact. When the time comes, the power will be consumed, and in all likelihood it will be our own. Therefore, this battle must be fought, and Mulan must be killed. If a person is disabled, there is absolutely no chance of luck." Master Zhiyang also looked serious.
Upon hearing this, the rest of the monks whispered for a while, and then became quiet again.
"However, what the hell are the Mulan people up to? Let's just fight. Why do you want to start a gambling battle first, and dare to place such a heavy bet. There are so many valuable materials, even the Dazong Dapai family will never be able to get them out , doesn’t it mean that the cultivation resources in the Mulan Grassland are poor?” Dongmen Tu from Yulingzong suddenly asked with flickering eyes.
"I do know this. The Mulan Grassland is indeed poor in resources, but it is relatively speaking. There are indeed not many spirit stone mines and some commonly used raw materials compared to the large number of Fashi, but there are many rare materials in the Mulan Grassland. , there are even a few that are richer than ours in Tiannan, so it is not unusual to be able to come up with so many materials." Another person seemed to know a lot about the Mulan people, and explained.
"I see, but they are so confident that they will win the betting battle? Except for the monks of the late Nascent Soul, everyone else can participate. One bet is ten games, and it is a life-and-death bet. Don't they think that we monks are all bets? Is the mud hard enough?" Dongmentu said slowly, with a pensive look on his face.
None of the people here is a cunning and scheming person. Naturally, they know that the Mulan people must have some ghosts or tricks when they propose this gambling war, and they can't help but think about the inappropriateness of it at the same time.
Han Li was also a little puzzled. The challenge book I read just now made it very clear that this gambling battle was held in front of the formation of both sides, and it was impossible to use any tricks, and the monks who participated in the battle would directly bring the precious materials they gambled to the competition, and the winner could directly Take away the opponent's storage bag.
The only thing that was a little strange was that it was clearly stated in the challenge letter that these ten betting battles must be held at the same time, and even if the monks lost, they were not allowed to flee and had to die on the spot. For this reason, the gambling battle is held in a closed space barrier, and this barrier is formed by the arrangement of people from both sides. During the gambling battle, people are also sent to supervise the operation of the magic circle to prevent the opponent from doing anything wrong.
"However, no matter what tricks the Mulan people have, this seems to be a good opportunity for us. If we can kill a few more high-ranking mages before the army fights, it will definitely help us a lot."
"Hmph, I'm afraid the Mulan people have the same idea as you." One said hesitantly, and the other immediately retorted with a sneer.
"There's no need to think about it. The Mulan people want to gamble, so we gamble. There is no need for it. Seven days later, we will still follow our own arrangement, and there is no need to accept any gamble, so that the other party will have any tricks." It's also solved." The old man surnamed Kuang from Ni Hangzhai said this with disdain.
"Unfortunately, although what Fellow Daoist Kuang said is reasonable, we must participate in this gambling battle, and we must win." Venerable Zhiyang sighed and said helplessly.
"What? What does the Venerable Master mean by this? We can't be led by the Mulan people!" The old man surnamed Kuang frowned and said with some dissatisfaction.
A few of the other old monsters also nodded, expressing their agreement with the words.