Chapter 408 1.408 Three Schools and Five Schools Gather

In the morning of the next day, Fei Pengyi, the head of Senluo Sect, also came with his son Fei Qing. The head of Qixia Valley thought that the three sects and five sects had arrived, so he called everyone to discuss and start the competition in advance.

In fact, everyone understands Guzhu's mood very well and sympathizes very much.

He really wanted to send away these plague gods as soon as possible! Hurry up and get out after the competition! Don't make trouble in Qixia Valley!

I don't know--

"Next week Chao! I received a notice from the head of the sect two days ago, we still need to wait for the eldest lady to meet up in the Vientiane sect! Missy and the others are expected to arrive the day after tomorrow." A disciple of the Vientiane sect in his early twenties said in front of him. When talking to so many people from three sects and four sects, he seemed a little embarrassed to speak.

"Heh, heh, heh!" The demon mother-in-law laughed crisply, her wrinkled old face was full of disdain, "Ning Gui is a shy turtle, and always procrastinates every time he does things. Yes. I want to be a good person, and I also want to not offend both sides. How can there be such a good thing!"

"That's not it!" Fei Pengyi, the head of the Senluomen, was in his fifties, with a long and thin horse face, his small eyes slightly narrowed, and said with a sneer, "I made up my mind early on to let Miss Ning come to participate The game, isn't there so much trouble."

"Hmph!" The demon mother-in-law snorted coldly, "Forget it, I don't care about waiting for those two days."

"Thank you for your understanding, seniors." The Wanxiangmen disciple wiped his sweat, and bowed respectfully to several people.

Ning Guidong, the second younger brother of Ning Guilai, the master of Wanxiangmen, sat in the team of Wanxiangmen, but he didn't dare to let go of a fart.

His petty appearance, on the contrary, is not as elegant as that young disciple Zhou Chaolai, which makes people look down on him.

"It doesn't matter to us, anyway, it's only the seventh day of August, and it's still long before the scheduled match day on August 14th. It's enough for Miss Ning to arrive as scheduled!" Liang Wanshan, the lord of the Dawn Sect, had a hearty smile on his face. , waved his hand and said.

This is Liang Wanshan, the patriarch of the Dawn Sect! It was the suzerain that his father had been chanting all the time. After his father was expelled from the Dawn Sect, he still respected this suzerain very much. Looking at it now, Liang Wanshan can still be regarded as a straightforward person.

Qiao Zhongbang was not Liang Wanshan's disciple back then, his master was an elder in the sect.

Qiao Mu had found time to deliberately ask about his father's affairs back then, and had a chat with him. He learned that his father's teacher back then was named Wei Cheng, and he was a very cold person. He was mercilessly expelled from the Dawn Sect.

As for the person who framed Qiao Zhongbang back then, Qiao Mu also knew his name.

That man's name is Mu Liangde, who joined the Dawn Sect at the same time as his father, and was once a close friend, living in the same room, eating and lodging together.

But it is just such a brother and good friend of Qiao Zhongbang who is completely unguarded, who secretly murdered him.

He put a chronic poison in his tea and gave it to Qiao Zhongbang slowly every day and night. Over time, the poison accumulated in his body and completely destroyed his profound veins.

If it wasn't for the leaves of the little tree to help his father to perceive the profound strength again and shape the profound veins, Qiao Zhongbang would be completely useless again in this life, and he would never be able to regain his status as a profound master.

Seeing Miss Qiao staring intently at the lord of the Dawn Sect, Liang Wanshan, Luo Jinyang's eyelids twitched suddenly.