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"What Brother Li said is absolutely true. My little friend, the master of the pavilion, has extraordinary cultivation, but after all, he is only...fourth grade. There are so many good and bad people in Kyoto. We are a little worried that my little friend is powerless and will not be able to maintain the Wuya Pavilion."
Mowu Gang leader Yuan Ye also spoke.
"So we need the help of the five of you. Since the five of you are interested in joining Wuya Pavilion, you don't have to lobby for me." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently:
"How about letting the five of you take the title of elder?"
"Hahahaha..." Li Hu shook his head and smiled, with cold eyes. Could it be that the master of Wuya Pavilion is a fool? Can't you judge the situation?
He seems to be a fledgling boy... Yuan Ye chuckled. In the current situation, the master of Wuya Pavilion actually naively thought that they were really here to help Wuya Pavilion. It was really funny.
The other three sect leaders couldn't help but sneer.
"Huh? Do you dislike the position of elder?" Zhao Wujiang's eyes were joking. Jia 23 and Jia 19 were already standing at the door. He spread his hands:
"Is it possible that you want my position as Pavilion Master?"
"Bang!" Li Hu lost his patience, slammed the table and said harshly:
"Boy, we don't care whether you really don't understand or you pretend not to understand, but today, you must offer Wuya Pavilion with both hands. Otherwise, with your cultivation level, even with the two elders Su Da and Su Er, you will never get out alive. This study!”
"Boy, those who know the current affairs are heroes. Kyoto is not a place you can get involved in. Regardless of whether you and Qi Lin have any past, you must give up the Dijiao Gang's territory!" Yuan Yeru smiled like a tiger, and raised the corners of his mouth.
"Wuya Pavilion was just established, and we happen to be short of some manpower. If you don't want elders, just start as deacons..." Zhao Wujiang took the tea brewed by Gu Nanyuan and took a sip.
Li Hu stood up suddenly, his momentum was as fierce as an abyss, and he looked fierce:
"It seems you didn't understand what I and the other five were talking about!"
"You didn't understand what our Pavilion Master was saying!" Jiajiu Jiujiu had a long and narrow scar on his cheek, his brows were like daggers, and the grand master's tyrannical cultivation swept the entire audience in an instant.
Li Hu and others instantly felt the tyrannical fluctuations in cultivation and froze in place for a moment.
Their hearts were filled with horror, and they couldn't believe that there was actually a powerful master sitting in the small Wuya Pavilion. Listening to his words, they obviously followed the young man who was sitting on the throne.
"Pavilion...Pavilion Master, this matter is easy to discuss, but I suddenly remembered that the Mowu Gang has some important matters that have not been dealt with. I will take the first step and come back tomorrow to apologize." The smile on Yuan Ye's face faded, and his heart was filled with emotions. Tentative steps left.
When he saw that Zhao Wujiang had no reaction, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. But as soon as he took a step, he felt another extremely powerful aura locking on him. He looked sideways and saw an old man with kind eyebrows and kind eyes that he had not noticed before. .
"The Pavilion Master didn't say he could leave. No one can leave this room today!" Jia Ersan said solemnly.
Li Hu slumped on the chair, his hands couldn't help but tremble a little. The other three were silent. Although they believed that they could compete with the grandmaster, they were just strong men who had just entered the grandmaster's ranks.
If there are two old men standing at the door, they are obviously not ordinary masters. How can they resist or risk their lives?
They couldn't understand why there were two powerful masters here? This kind of configuration can only be possessed by a handful of deep-rooted sects in Kyoto’s underground forces.
At the same time, they couldn't understand why the two powerful masters followed a fourth-level powerhouse like the master of Wuya Pavilion. Could it be that there was a stronger foundation behind Wuya Pavilion?
Thinking of this, they wanted to slap themselves in the face. Would anyone be a fool to establish a new gang on the old site of the Dijiao Gang in a fair and just manner? Will the one who can help clean up without fear be a weak person?
They were so blinded by the lard that they couldn't see how deep the water was.
"咻咻咻咻咻..."
Zhao Wujiang flipped his left hand, threw out five pills, and shot them towards Li Hu and others.
Li Hu and others took the elixir, which was less than half the size of the fingernail of the little finger. It had alternating gray and blue lines all over its body, exuding a faint medicinal effect.
"After swallowing the elixir, you will be the deacon of Wuya Pavilion. Depending on your contribution, you will receive the elixir and be promoted." Zhao Wujiang said with a faint smile.
Li Hu and others looked at the elixir in their hands and swallowed hard. This was not because of greed, but because of fear.
They are not fools and know that this must be some kind of poison, a means for the master of Wuya Pavilion to restrict them.
They didn't ask what the consequences would be if they didn't swallow it, because they knew in their hearts that if they didn't swallow it, there would be no consequences for them.
"Uh..." Li Hu opened his mouth, only to feel that his mouth was dry. He pinched the elixir and grimaced. Finally, he felt a sudden change in his heart and stuffed it into his mouth.
The elixir melts in the mouth, is slightly sweet, and turns bitter. When the medicine enters the abdomen, it is like a sea of fire flowing through, burning the internal organs, and severe pain sweeps through the whole body in an instant.
Li Hu's face was distorted, he fell to the ground in pain, and roared:
"Pavilion Master, spare your life..."
But after taking a breath, the scorching heat disappeared. Li Hu was panting heavily, with cold sweat on his forehead, and his face was as pale as paper. He looked at Zhao Wujiang with lingering fear, and then bowed bitterly:
"Li Hu pays homage to the Pavilion Master."
