"Young Master Nanyang, it doesn't matter if you say so."
"Young Master, please speak, I am all ears."
Everyone bowed their hands to Nanyang Ze, and their interest was aroused. Nanyang Temple usually does not move around a lot in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and there are even fewer things that people with the status of Young Master Nanyang can convey in person.
"In half a month, it will be the triennial Nanchang Conference. Today, all forces are present. On behalf of the Nanyang Temple, I sincerely invite you to participate. As usual, the Nanyang Temple is waiting for you in Yancheng." Nanyang Ze's clear voice came in. In everyone's ears.
Everyone present was stunned when they heard this. They didn't expect that Nan Yangze was talking about this!
In the land of Nanchang, the most powerful one is naturally the superpower Nanyang Temple. This old rule... is nothing more than a competition in the ring. Although these families are famous in Ziyun Continent, but against Nanyang Temple, they will lose more and win less!
Uh-huh!
When everyone hesitated, a figure fell from the sky again, the last strong man who had left to check the situation.
The strong man walked up behind Nan Yangze expressionlessly and whispered a few words. Nan Yangze nodded slightly, cupped his hands to everyone and said: "There are still some things that need to be dealt with in the sect. I will take my leave first and let's go."
After saying that, Nan Yangze winked at the attendant beside him. The woman immediately understood and whistled at the five golden cicadas and red sun phoenixes not far away. The five fiery red birds flapped their wings and flew into the air. Carrying Nan Yangze and others, they flew towards the other side of the mountain range.
In the valley, everyone was left with helpless faces. They originally came out to look for the treasure, but they didn't expect that the treasure was not found. Instead, they took on a difficult job.
"Hey! This is nothing good. Let's all disperse. Let's go back to count the elites and prepare for the Nanchang Conference." A middle-aged man in the crowd sighed, saying that he was extremely reluctant to participate in the Nanchang Conference.
Others also had gloomy expressions, some cursed, some left silently, but few stayed here for a long time.
The three Bards glanced at the direction in which the five people from Nanyangze were leaving. A delicate look flashed through their bell-like eyes, and they suddenly whispered to the old man beside them: "I remember that the Nanyang Temple is in the southwest. The direction Nan Yangze left was not towards the sect, right?"
"Huh? Indeed, the mountain range he went to was the entrance to the Shiwan Mountains, not the Nanyang Temple. Could you..." The old man, whom Bard called uncle, was suddenly startled, thinking that Bard was going to follow Nanyang Ze. Now it is the realm of the earth spirit! With the strength of the three of them...
"It's okay, I'm just curious. There's nothing here. Let's go back and report to father." Bard glanced at the charred stones around him, with some doubts remaining between his thick eyebrows.
For some reason, Bud always felt that there was a familiar feeling here.
Maybe it's an illusion...
Bud sighed in his heart, and took off with the two old men, flying to the direction of Qilong Valley.
To outsiders, the Hundred Thousand Mountains is a labyrinth and dangerous place, but to the sects who rely on it, the terrain in this mountain is like their own backyard. Except for a few special forbidden areas that they dare not set foot in, other places are well understood.
Hundreds of miles away, in another valley.
At this time, it was dawn, and there was a touch of fish belly white in the east. The green grass blades were dripping with dew, and some insects began to come out to look for food.
The five people in Nanyangze fell from the sky. The hot wind stirred up by the Golden Chan and Chiyang Phoenix immediately evaporated all the dew in the valley, and even the water on the more than ten corpses was lost.