Spring comes very early in Mobei. It is only the first month of the year. The heavy snow from the previous few days has just melted away, and the spring breeze has already arrived.
In the wasteland, buds sprout and grow, as if all things are being born.
In the wilderness, teams would occasionally rush towards the Fudi Gate.
Among them, of course, there are Yan Xiong and others.
This anti-Japanese conference was actually just to discuss forming an alliance in Mobei and sending troops to aid the Southern Region, so Yan Xiong did not bring too many people.
Including himself, he only brought about twenty people in total.
The twenty-one people galloped all the way, and in just two days, the mountain range where the Fudimen Mountain Gate was located was already clearly in sight.
The mountain range where the Fudimen Gate is located is a branch of the Hengduan Mountains.
Because the scenery here is charming and black birds that look like cranes appear from time to time in the mountain, this mountain is called Xuanhe Mountain.
At the foot of Xuanhe Mountain there is a city directly under the jurisdiction of Fudimen, Xuanmen City.
After Yan Xiong and others arrived in Xuanmen City, they moved directly into a luxurious mansion under the arrangement of the Fudimen disciples.
“Who would have thought that half a month ago, the Fudi Sect was still a perverted sect that everyone hated, but in the blink of an eye, they have become a famous and upright sect again!”
"Tsk! If you had the Seven Taoists to speak for you, you could also remove the word 'Mo' from your name 'Bei Ye Mo' and change it to 'Bei Ye Xia'!"
"That's right. I heard that Taoist Chonghe went to the Sand Sea, the Vajra Temple, and the Eighteen Cities of Qilian to lobby for the Fudi Sect!"
"That's not right! Why didn't you go to Tianxiahui? Tianxiahui is so powerful now, it's considered a big gang in Mobei! Why didn't Chonghe go?"
"Why are you going? The Tianxiahui is just a small gang on the border. What say do they have in Mobei? Their territory was given by the Shahai Sect, so they naturally follow the lead of the Shahai Sect."
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The house arranged by Fudimen should be the residence of all those who came to the anti-Japanese conference.
Yan Xiong and his companions, led by the disciples of Fudi Sect, had just entered the inner courtyard when they heard several martial artists who were sitting in the pavilion drinking and talking loudly.
Among them, these people also mentioned the Tianxiahui.
However, it seems that everyone's impression of the Tianxia Hui is that it is a subordinate of the Shahai Sect.
These words meant nothing to Yan Xiong.
For him, these remarks have no impact on him at all.
However, Hu Yidao who came with him couldn't stand the feeling of being looked down upon.
He reached into his arms and a dart fell into his hand.
With a flick of his hand, the dart flew out directly.
puff…
"Ah... bastard! Which thief attacked me by surprise?"
The yellow-clothed man who said that the world would follow the lead of the Shahai Sect let out a scream, covered his arm, and looked over here with an angry face.
"Okay! Thief! You dare to attack me by surprise, you are seeking death!"
He pulled out the dart from his arm, drew out the sword beside him, and leaped towards this side.
Seeing this situation, the Fudi Sect disciple who was leading the way changed his face and wanted to stop it, but how could a small leading disciple like him stop it
As soon as he stepped forward, he was pushed away by the man in yellow.
Then the man in yellow ran straight towards Hu Yidao with red eyes.
Hu Yidao looked at Yan Xiong.
Seeing that Yan Xiong just stopped and didn't say anything, a look of joy flashed across his face and he drew his long sword and went forward to meet him.
"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. Today, I'll let you know how dangerous the world is!"
He shouted loudly, and the sword flashed everywhere, slashing straight at the man in yellow.
"You little thief! You're looking for death!"
Although the man in yellow had one arm injured, his martial arts skills were quite strong. His sword skills were strange and unpredictable, and he was able to suppress Hu Yidao with his injured body.
"Boss, do you want me to beat this bastard to a pulp?"
Behind Yan Xiong, Zhu Wusi licked his lips and asked.
"No need. We are both ninth-rank warriors. If he still needs help, then his martial arts training would be in vain."
Yan Xiong shook his head.
As if he felt it was humiliating to be suppressed by an injured man in front of Yan Xiong, Hu Yidao's face turned grim after being forced back by the other party.
He suddenly threw the long sword in his hand behind his back, and then slashed it out at an incredible angle.
In an instant, Hu Yidao's swordsmanship, which had been so powerful just now, suddenly became strange and unpredictable.
Even more bizarre than the swordsmanship of the person on the opposite side.
"Blood Sabre Technique! You are the evil heretic of the Blood Sabre Sect!"
When the man saw this knife technique, his face changed immediately.
"Knowing the Blood Blade Technique doesn't mean I am a disciple of the Blood Blade Sect."
Hu Yidao licked a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, and his knife skills became more and more evil and weird.
After a while, he suppressed the opponent and forced him to retreat.
"Everyone, help me quickly. This man is a disciple of the Blood Blade. He is an evil heretic. Kill him with me and hand over his head to the Sand Sea Sect. You can get at least a thousand taels of silver!"
Seeing that he was no match for his opponent, the man suddenly shouted towards the pavilion.
After hearing his words, the people inside were a little interested, but no one took action.
Finally, only an ugly-looking man rushed out with a gun.
"Brother Gao, I'm here to help you!"
As he spoke, the man stabbed Hu Yidao with his gun at high speed.
Seeing this, Hu Yidao was not panicked at all. He held the knife in one hand and kept suppressing the man in yellow. With the other hand, he clenched his fist. Suddenly, the fist became cold and he punched the spear, knocking it away.
Then, he took advantage of the opponent's attack and retreated to Yan Xiong's side.
"Die!" Upon seeing this, the man in yellow and the ugly man attacked towards this side with blades in hand.
"No brains!"
Yan Xiong frowned and cursed.
Then, without him saying anything, Zhu Wusi had already rushed out.
Bang Bang…
With a flash of golden light, the weapons of the two people who were rushing over were taken away, and their bodies flew backwards.
Both of them had a clearly visible fist mark on their chest.
"Ahem..."
The two men vomited blood and looked over here in horror.
"Haha! Who is so rude as to start a fight in the reception hall? It turns out to be you guys from Tian Xia Hui!
Yanxiong, you are still so rude!"
On the other side of the house, several people walked out, and one of them spoke with a smile.
His tone was full of sarcasm.
Yan Xiong glanced at him, then looked at the Fudi Sect disciple standing next to him who was still in shock, "Lead the way!"
“Yes, yes, yes!”
The disciple hurriedly led the way.
How could he dare to offend Yan Xiong, a mere guiding disciple who was not even a formal disciple? Upon hearing this, he hurried forward to lead the way.
"What? Yan Xiong, your men injured someone, and you're just going to let it go?"
The middle-aged man with a dagger hidden in his smile spoke again.
Yan Xiong looked at him with a sharp gaze.
"Qin Ming, talking nonsense is useless. If you want to help him, just do it! Talking nonsense will only make me look down on you!"
After saying that, he looked at those people whose origins were unknown.
"My Tianxiahui is so overbearing, and I won't tolerate anyone gossiping about me. If you don't accept it, just come to me, Yan Xiong, and I will take it on!"
A sect or even a gang will have a label in the eyes of outsiders.
Some are evil, some are good.
The label of Tianxiahui is tyranny.
The same goes for his Yanxiong label.