Chapter 91 Midnight Fighter

Senior Yang Taizi was squatting on the ground at this moment, his eyes were dull - he was asking why... to himself.

He should have a good hand.

You see, the mountain top where his sect is still practicing Taoism is actually very close to the Forbidden City. Looking at the territory of so many Taoist demon clans in China, which one is as close as him?

Although it is said that Huozhendao is now a small sect, and there are only two people in the whole sect including his disciple Zhan'er, but as the saying goes, there are more monks than rice... These two masters and disciples are just a sect, and they still have their own sect on the top of the mountain, not to mention living there. How pleasant it is.

Moreover, Yang Taizi himself knows his own affairs. He does not have much talent for cultivation, and it took time to achieve his current level of cultivation. Even with the current recovery of his soul, Yang Taizi has not been able to make many breakthroughs. It is estimated that That's how it will be in this life.

But after all, he is also a member of the Taoist Association, and is well-known in the wealthy business district nearby. In his free time, he goes on stage and catwalks, recites sutras at meals... and a lot of worldly money will naturally be sent to him.

He had even accumulated enough money long ago, so that he could spend it in the last few years when his cultivation was unsuccessful, and by the way, he would also break his hundreds of years of boyhood skills. Then his life in this world would not be in vain.

But why does this happen?

I am an old Taoist who keeps a low profile and runs away if he can't be beaten. I never fight but only talk. I don't knock on the widow's door in the middle of the night. I am devoted to the Tao and have a light meal and a long life... Isn't it just to join in the excitement of an extraordinary meeting?

Yes, Yang Taizi is indeed here to join in the fun. There are very few Taoists with zero sense of presence in the Taoist Association... Even if many major sects don't look at the list of the association, they probably don't know that this sect exists - so the reception at Song Dynasty Hotel The name of Yang Taizi was not included in the guest list of the Taoist seniors.

Senior Yang Taizi is angry!

He lurks in the internal chat group of the Shenzhou Dao Sect Association every day. He can't help but beat his chest when he sees those old guys who are the same as him in the young model club every day.

--no! I want to come too!

That's probably how it happened. Senior Yang Taizi rushed all the way from the mountain top of Huanzhen Dao, got on an online car-hailing car outside the boundaries of the Forbidden City, and went straight to the gate of the Song Dynasty Hotel.

"I am Yang Taizi, the current head of Zhen Taoism and the mainstay of the Taoism Association. I am here to attend the meeting!"

And then...and then nothing more.

He was picked up directly by Gong Fanxing and Charlotte who happened to pass by - and finally appeared here, in front of Mr. Song.

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This is not a forbidden city, and Mr. Song does not cover himself up too deliberately - his aura is just condensed and not leaked, but the aura of a powerful person is there.

What scares senior Yang Taizi is that he probably can't defeat any of these people... He doesn't know the origins of this group of people.

Just listening to the conversation between Mr. Song and Gong Fanxing seems to have some connection with Huanzhen Tao.

"How do you know the name of the ancestor of my sect?" Although Yang Taizi did not understand his situation at this time, he was really curious about the guy who knew the origin of his sect.

Mr. Song didn't speak directly, but Gong Fanxing said calmly: "Your ancestor chased me back then. Why don't I know about him?"

"Nonsense, how could Master Patriarch..." Yang Taizi wanted to be tougher.

However, one look from Gong Fanxing, the female devil from China hundreds of years ago, made the senior Yang Taizi realize it.

Mr. Song said at this time: "I didn't expect that the descendant of the majestic Qinglian Sword Immortal would have such a pustule. In the end, the princes and generals would be nothing more than a handful of loess."

Yang Taizi dared to be angry but dared not speak out, Huozhendao was indeed in decline, and it had been recorded in the sect's classics for hundreds of years.

Huanzhen Tao has never been a popular sect, and it seems to have been passed down in terms of laziness in accepting disciples - the founder of the sect only accepted two disciples, one of whom was even expelled from the sect early. As for the other one, there was no news after the ancestor disappeared.

Today's Huanzhen Dao was actually picked up by a young man who made fire at the mountain gate.

This boy is also the registered disciple of the Patriarch, but he has never learned any advanced kung fu. Although after the disappearance of the Patriarch, the second-generation leader of the boy did integrate a set of secret books from the sect's collection. New techniques, but limited achievements.

Over the years, the aura of heaven and earth has declined day by day, and the sect has no support from its core techniques... The traditional inheritance of the Qinglian Sword Immortal of China has now been lost in history.

Only some of the real old immortals in the Dao Sect Association have an impression of Huan Zhen Dao... To be honest, the reason why Huan Zhen Dao can be named in the Dao Sect Association now is because Taoist Baijie opened the back door - Yang Taizi listened It is said that the founder of Huazhen Tao once pointed out the evergreen tree of the Taoist Association, and he probably repaid his kindness.

However, the sect has been humiliated. As the current leader of Huanzhen Dao, how can we just let it go?

"The poor Taoist knows that his qualifications are limited and his achievements are low!" Yang Taizi suddenly stood up at this time, his robes billowing, "But it's okay to humiliate the poor Taoist, if you want to humiliate our sect!"

"How are you doing?" Mr. Song glanced at him, his eyes like swords.

I saw that Yang Taizi's surging momentum was like a deflated balloon. He even said in a consultative tone: "When you humiliate our sect, can you be gentle..."

The air suddenly became quiet... Wolfgang even subconsciously opened his mouth at this time.

He doesn't know who Taibai is. When he came to this world, there was no such person. Now among the top experts in this world that he can remember, there is no so-called Qinglian Sword Immortal.

Maybe he is a guy who keeps a low profile and keeps a low profile... Needless to say, when Wolfgang arrived, he had no idea about the existence of Mr. Song.

And it's incredibly powerful!

"The descendants of Qinglian Taibai are so timid, what's the use of keeping them." Mr. Song snorted coldly at this time, murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Gong Fanxing suddenly said at this time: "Your Majesty, please listen to me."

"Speak!" Mr. Song put his hands behind his back and turned away.

Gong Fanxing took a step forward and whispered: "Your Majesty, although the True Dao has declined to this point, after all, Taibai's true successor is still in the world... The one named Qin has obtained Taibai's [Qinglian Sword Song]. If the [Sword Code] can be completed, I'm afraid it will be a big disaster. After all, this old Taoist is the last bit of the incense of Huanzhen Tao. If he solves it hastily, I'm afraid he will never be able to confront the man named Qin."

Mr. Song said calmly: "Are you pleading for Huanzhen Dao?"

Gong Fanxing lowered his head and said: "How dare you, my subordinates? It's just that the important task of your Majesty needs more help... That Qin's swordsmanship is not weak. In time, he may not be another Qinglian Sword Immortal. Is your Majesty willing to give up such a talent?" "

"There is no unwillingness to part with it, only whether it can be used." Mr. Song said casually: "Taibai was aloof all his life and never used it for others. His sword was unyielding, and so were his disciples."

"But Taibai's disciple is a woman." Gong Fanxing said: "As long as she is a woman, she will not be truly ruthless... If your Majesty can trust me, please leave this matter to my subordinates."

"The woman surnamed Qin has a gap with you and meets like enemies. What are your plans?" Mr. Song asked directly.

"Qin Chuyu didn't know the truth behind Taibai's disappearance. She always thought that her subordinates knew Taibai's whereabouts. Then, I can use this as bait." Gong Fanxing said slowly: "As long as she still wants to find Taibai, we There are enough chips.”

Mr. Song was silent...for a while, Mr. Song said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I already missed Taibai at the beginning. If I can get the new Sword Immortal in my pocket, it will be a worry. I will leave this matter to you." Let’s take care of it.”

"Subordinates take orders!"

"In addition." Mr. Song suddenly turned around and looked directly at Yang Taizi, "Tomorrow's [Power Conference], let's participate in the name of Huanzhen Dao! I... I want to give the name of Huanzhen Dao, The earthquake rang in China once again.”

Senior Yang Taizi suddenly trembled and said: What?

Gong Fanxing also glanced at Mr. Song unexpectedly at this time, but soon understood the intention of this noble lord - he was trying to attract Qin Chuyu to appear.

The best way is to make the name of Huan Zhen Dao appear in the eyes of the world, and this [Contest of Power] is obviously the best opportunity.

As for whether His Majesty has other intentions, Gong Fanxing cannot guess at the moment... The imperial family's thoughts have always been unpredictable.

"Should we say hi to Farrell?"

Seeing that Mr. Song seemed to want to leave, Wolfgang suddenly stepped forward and asked.

Mr. Song waved his hand and said, "No need. If he knows I'm here, he will naturally know that I'm gone."

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Midnight is the time when vampires are most energetic.

The delegation of the Thirteen Clans chose to leave the Forbidden City at this time and came to a camp that had been set up early on the outskirts.

Many extraordinary delegations chose to leave the city a day or half a day early to prepare, so Bailegang and his party from the Thirteen Clans left the city at this time without encountering much obstruction.

After some reporting, the administration agents who checked on the road directly let him go.

The camp of the Thirteen Clan is behind a hill.

The Thirteen Clan is also a long-established and powerful force in the European and Turkish world. Their names and background are all there, so no one nearby can easily come to touch the bad luck.

When Baile Gang and his party arrived at the camp, a medium-sized truck slowly drove into the camp.

The vampires of the clan immediately stepped forward and surrounded the truck - obviously, they did not know the arrival of the truck.

"You guys should step back first. Just leave this place to me." At this time, Bailegang called out the vampires who came with him, and then left him alone.

At this time, the door of the truck opened, and a young man with a stern face jumped out... This was a young man with silver palms - Gongsun Zhishui.

"I told you, if nothing happens, we don't need to meet again." Bailegang said calmly: "I don't remember your master being so clingy."

"The Grand Duke is joking." Gongsun Zhishui said expressionlessly: "My young master knows that the Grand Duke will participate in the [Strength Competition] tomorrow, so he asked me to send you a gift. I hope that the Grand Duke can attend the competition tomorrow. The flag is off to victory.”

"Gift?" Bailegang frowned slightly.

Gongsun Zhishui walked directly behind the truck and opened the door of the truck. Suddenly, a stream of mist slowly escaped from the truck compartment.

Bailegang stepped forward and looked directly into the carriage. A little light was enough for a creature like a vampire to see clearly everything in the darkness.

"This is?"

"This is a fighter." Gongsun Zhishui said slowly: "A fighter just like the fighters in the ancient Roman arena."

Bailegang frowned a little.

Inside the box, there was a man with a lot of cuticle-like hard shells all over his body, but an alloy helmet was put on his head. At this time, hundreds of rigid needles were inserted into his whole body, looking like an insect but not an insect. , creatures that resemble humans but are not human.

The existence of those steel needles seemed to be able to limit the mobility of this strange [fighter], but at this time, from the opponent's half-open and half-closed eyes, Bailegang saw not only madness, but also a hint of confusion.

"Tomorrow's [Contest of Power] will gather powerful extraordinary people from all over the world. Is this [Fighter] enough to handle it?" Bailegang said half-confidently.

"Your Highness, you might as well give it a try and you'll find out." Gongsun Zhishui reached out and grabbed three steel needles from the body of this strange [fighter].

In an instant, the eyes of the [Fighter] in the box turned into a bloody whirlpool, and a sound like an explosion was heard, and the entire carriage instantly exploded into pieces.

The strange [Fighter]'s arm came out with a horny blade, and it pierced towards Balegang - but just when the blade was about to stab Balegang, it seemed to be rolled up by invisible tentacles.

"That's it." Bailegang said casually.

"My young master said that when all the steel needles on his body are pulled out, he can briefly exert the attack power of a peak powerhouse." Gongsun Zhishui said, waving his hand, the three steel needles in his hand shot into Qiqi again. [Fighter].

The strange [Fighter] suddenly fell to the ground, but was still struggling, like a trapped beast.

Bailegang took a look, shook his head and said, "How far have you destroyed this guy's spirit... A beast that has lost its mind and only knows how to destroy is of little use."

"Take this rattle." Gongsun Zhishui directly threw a bell, "The sound of the rattle can simply drive it to your use."

Bailegang gave Gongsun Zhishui a deep look. After accepting the rattle, he pondered for a moment and then said calmly: "Gongsun Shiyu, why do you want to help me?"

Gongsun Zhishui said: "My young master is the [seat of the sun], but you, Grand Duke, are also the [seat of the moon]. The sun and the moon should help each other."

"But it's a pity that I, the moon, don't like to borrow the light of the sun." Bailegang chuckled, "Okay, I will accept this gift for now. But you go back and tell your master that although [The Fool] is missing Well... maybe even [The Fool] may be dead, but [The Fool] is [The Fool], and there is only one [Fool], and not just anyone can replace him."

"I will tell my young master what the Grand Duke has said." Gongsun Zhishui nodded, and then said loudly: "With that, I take my leave."

"Wait a minute." Balegang suddenly stopped, "What is the name of this [Fighter]?"

"There is no name." Gongsun Zhishui said calmly: "If the Grand Duke likes it, give him a name."

"Then let's call it [Midnight]." Bailegang said casually: "It happened to be delivered at midnight."

It's really quite casual.

But when he thought that this was a guy who would use a scarecrow to replace him in a clan meeting, Gongsun Zhishui didn't say anything, nodded to show that he understood, and left the Thirteen Clan's camp directly.