Chapter 715 The Strong Gather Together, Shi Qianhan Arrives!

For Yuan Qitai and his four companions!

Luo Shuiyao and the others did not ask much, just treating it as a small episode, because they could see at a glance that the former's cultivation was not worth their attention at all.

Ye Chen asked: "When will we get on the boat?"

"Wait!"

Tang Yiming narrowed his eyes and said: "There are too many people now. If we rush up, we will only attract hatred. We have to wait until everyone is almost there and let them consume themselves."

Although they are all people from the upper three heavens, their combat power crushes the secular world, but there are too many people in front of them. If they are jealous of the netherworld order in their hands and rush up, they will not be able to bear it.

Besides, China is vast and rich in resources, and there are many outstanding people. No one can guarantee whether there are hidden monsters among these people. After all, isn't Ye Chen a demon who stood out from the secular world?

As he was talking, there was a commotion in the distance.

Then an old monk in hemp clothes came across the river from the upper reaches on a reed. The old monk held a rosary in his hand and his face was extremely old.

"The one crossing the river with a reed is Master Yizhen of the mosque!"

"What? I didn't expect him to come too!"

"..."

There were exclamations from the crowd, obviously shocked by the old monk's identity, and some people quickly went to greet the old monk.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk came on the waves, exuding an extreme aura of death. He looked at the ghost ship in the distance and said with compassion: "The great catastrophe that comes once every twenty years has come again. This time, I am only here to solve the mystery of the ghost ship!"

"Master Yizhen, your time is up, why do you want to try it?"

"Yes, Master, as a high monk in the north, you represent the faith of the monks in my north. If something happens to you, what will happen to the Buddhism in my north?"

"..."

Faced with the persuasion of the crowd, the old monk's expression remained the same, and he said lightly: "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once made a great vow that he would not become a Buddha until hell is empty. Although I am not as good as Ksitigarbha, I am willing to give up this body!"

At this moment, a figure quickly came from a distance. It was an old man wearing a green Taoist robe and holding a whisk in his hand.

"It's Zhang Wuming, the old Taoist priest from Mount Longhu!"

"The old Taoist priest's senior brother disappeared on the ghost ship 20 years ago. The old Taoist priest has always been upset about it. I didn't expect that he still didn't want to miss this time!"

"..."

In just a few minutes, veteran strongmen came one after another, and most of them were the older generation of Chinese practitioners.

As a cold voice fell, a black shadow rolled in from a distance like a dark cloud. When the dark cloud fell, it turned out to be a blond and blue-eyed old man wearing a black cloak and a pale face.

The old man looked at everyone, licked his lips and smiled evilly: "Hehe, tonight is really exciting, how can I, Bruce, miss it!"

"Blood clan!"

Some people's face changed and recognized it on the spot: "It turned out to be a Western blood clan. Judging from its appearance, it must be at the Marquis level!"

The Western blood clan is divided into the levels of Gonghou Bozi and Nan. Although it is not as complicated as the Eastern ones, it is extremely ancient, and each level represents respect and inferiority.

And the Marquis-level blood clan has the same strength as the martial honor level.

Zhang Wuming, the old Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain, flicked his whisk and snorted coldly: "Western blood clan dares to step into our China. Aren't you afraid that we will kill you here?"

Bruce smiled coldly: "Old man, you have more people, right?"

The next moment!

More than a dozen powerful figures came from the night in the distance and landed beside Bruce in an instant. They were all Western masters.

"That's the Fire Emperor!"

"Titan is here too!"

"And the Thunder Emperor from the United States!"

"..."

At this moment, countless Chinese practitioners were shocked. They didn't expect that the West had always been paying attention to the ghost ship, and this time there were many world-class giants. Although the number of people was small, their combat power was extremely terrifying.

A blonde girl walked out slowly from behind Bruce, and she looked at everyone with a charming look: "Everyone, we are all here for the ghost ship, why don't we put aside our grudges first?"

"It's the Jade Rakshasa of ancient Egypt!"

Before everyone was shocked, another American-Korean man with a dignified face stood up: "Yes, the ghost ship is about to return. If we fight now, it will take a while to tell the winner."

As he spoke, lightning flashed in his eyes.

"It's Thor the Thunder Emperor!"

No matter how much the old Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain disliked Bruce and others, his expression changed at this moment. The other side had so many world-class giants in one breath, and the fighting power of any one of them was not lower than his.

"Daoyou Zhang!"

An old man from China holding a long sword stood in the wind and said slowly: "The ghost ship is extremely dangerous and strange. How can these Western barbarians easily get involved? Let's ignore them for now."

At this point, his turbid eyes shot around, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Everyone from the upper three days, it's time for you to come out. The ghost ship is about to return. It's time for you to use the netherworld order."

As his voice fell!

The entire bank of the Wujiang River suddenly became quiet, and countless eyes looked around, obviously looking for the people from the upper three days mentioned by the old man with the sword.

"Hmph!"

"Just relying on you, a bunch of chickens and pottery dogs, you are qualified to command us?"

A cold snort sounded slowly.

In the eyes of the crowd, several figures fell on the shore in an instant, led by a young man with a gentle face.

It was Xiao Yuanjing and others.

A martial arts master relied on his status to be furious, and looked at Bai Shaoyu who had spoken earlier with murderous intent: "What did you say? How dare you call us chickens and pottery dogs?"

Bai Shaoyu looked at him with great contempt: "Kill him!"

A figure suddenly shot out from behind him, and the person who spoke had not reacted before he was crushed into a ball of blood mist on the spot.

The whole process was completed almost in the blink of an eye.

Very straightforward!

The scene was dead silent!

Bai Shaoyu said with a fake smile: "Who else is dissatisfied?"

No one dared to speak, because even if they were killing, they realized that the strength of the young men who suddenly appeared in front of them was beyond their imagination.

Even the old man with a sword was no exception.

"Let's go, let's go out too, so as not to see some people pretending to be cool!"

Luo Shuiyao smiled coldly and led everyone to go over.

"Boom..."

At this moment, a surging sound of huge waves suddenly came from the upper reaches of the river, and then a white-haired young man was seen standing proudly on the sea with his hands behind his back.

The young man was dressed in white, and a wave of water about ten feet wide appeared under his feet. The wave carried him forward at an incredible speed.

Seeing the person coming, Xiao Yuanjing, who had originally been calm, could not help but be extremely gloomy at this moment, with a cold and murderous look in his eyes: "Shi Qianhan!!!"

Even Bai Shaoyu and Luo Tianya and others were condensed.

Because the person coming was the magician Shi Qianhan!

A notorious but deeply affectionate peerless genius, this person rose from obscurity, and when he was famous in the upper three days, even Luo Tianya and Xiao Yuanjing and others were not born yet!

Ye Chen smiled faintly: "Is it finally here..."

(Ps: In order to lay the groundwork for an extremely passionate and exciting climax, I am a bit stuck. I will update twice today to let me sort out my thoughts and make up for it later. I hope everyone understands that I will update every day. You can finish reading it in a few minutes, but I will take a long time to write. It depends on the state. After all, the author is human after all. Thank you!)