"..."
There was a moment of silence at the foot of the mountain.
All the people watching were a little uneasy.
"Should we start?"
Zhao Yuding raised his head, looked at the lonely figure in the array, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"The Golden Scale Sect will have you in the future, that's enough."
Zhao Yuding waved his right hand lightly, and the scene reflected in the array disappeared instantly.
"Everyone, this is the end of the third level assessment of the Golden Scale Sect."
Zhao Yuding looked at the people around him, "Obviously, Li Su and Li Boyang are the destined seventh disciples of the Golden Scale Sect.
The matter here is over. There are strong enemies at the Golden Scale Sect, so I won’t keep you here any longer. "
"..."
Everyone looked at each other, and before they had much reaction, they heard Xi'e's cold voice again.
"Next, those who stay near Yuquan Mountain will be enemies of the Golden Scale Sect." Xi'e said coldly.
Hearing this, many people's eyelids jumped.
Not long ago, they saw with their own eyes that Mr. Huaizhu killed the monk in gray who was suspected to be from Xuankong Temple with one palm.
"Thank you, Master Zhao, for your hospitality these days. I'm not very powerful, so I won't hold Master Zhao back. The mountains are high and the rivers are long. We'll see you later." A traveler in the crowd said with his hands, turned around and left without any hesitation.
"It's a long way to the end of the world, so I'll take a step ahead and see you in the world."
"The mountains are high and the rivers are long. We will see you later."
"When Head Zhao goes to Qingzhou from now on, I will definitely sweep up my bed to welcome him and say goodbye."
"Slip away."
"..."
All the guests, including Wen Du, Duanmu Congliang, Xiao Jingang, Master Yijian, etc., all started to say goodbye.
No one stopped.
Xiao Yuanba took the opportunity to sneak behind the painting saint Pei Xuanzi.
Xi'e snorted secretly but didn't stop her.
She knew that once she stopped Xiao Yuanba, the masters of the royal family hiding in the dark would definitely be detrimental to these scattered Jianghu guests.
In the end, the blame will definitely fall on Jinlinmen.
"Later, don't take action yet." Xi'e sent a message to Zhao Yuding, "If you take action, you must defeat the enemy in one fell swoop. You must not be sloppy."
"Understood." Zhao Yuding nodded slightly, glanced at the high priest Yuekui, and said through a message, "Let Yuokui enter the mountain."
"No need." Xi'e shook her head and looked at Yuokui, "Next, how about you deal with the person named Pei?"
"Okay." Yuekui nodded and looked at the painting saint Pei Xuanzi.
The Painting Sage looked helpless and sighed: "If possible, I really don't want to be your enemy."
"Hypocritical." Xi'e sneered. Seeing that Wu Yao and Wu Fengyun remained motionless, she couldn't help frowning and said angrily, "What are you two doing here?"
"My surname is Wu. If the Jinlin Sect is in trouble, how can I just stand by and watch?" Wu Fengyun said in a deep voice.
"Ha~, what? Can you represent the Wu family in starting a war with the Daqian royal family?" Xi'e asked with a sneer.
"This..." Wu Fengyun's heart skipped a beat.
Wu Yao said softly: "The other party is not necessarily the Daqian royal family. Daqian, from His Majesty the Emperor to the traffickers and footmen, all respect the law and salute.
I have been near Yuquan Mountain and have not seen anything illegal in the Golden Scale Sect. The Daqian Royal Family will not deal with the Golden Scale Sect. "
Xi'e glanced at Hua Sheng.
The painting saint was silent for a moment, and could only say: "Today's matter indeed has nothing to do with the Daqian royal family."
"Whether it matters or not, you two little guys can't participate." Zhao Yuding looked at Wu Yao and Wu Fengyun and said with a smile, "You two can climb the mountain first."
"...Okay." Wu Yao nodded lightly. She knew early on that she and her brother were not qualified to participate in the war due to their strength.
Wu Fengyun frowned, glanced at the painting saint, and felt helpless in his heart.
He remembered the battle at Taihu Lake.
On that day, just like today, he was completely unqualified to participate in that battle. He could only watch his father fight against several strong men alone.
"Climb the mountain first." Wu Yao walked towards Yuquan Mountain.
Wu Fengyun remained silent and followed Wu Yao silently.
When he crossed the boundary monument, he couldn't help but look up and glanced at the formation disk in the sky.
"You can't participate in this battle." Wu Fengyun thought silently, feeling a little comforted in his heart.
All the people watching have dispersed.
Xiao Yuanba also left the foot of the mountain immediately and rushed to the tent area.
Outside the boundary monument, at the foot of the mountain.
There is only one painting saint, Pei Xuanzi.
"Huh?" Xi'e raised her eyes and looked coldly at the mountain road in the distance.
Master Yi Jian left and came back again.
At this time, three figures in black robes walked out of the tent area.
"The three heroes of the Teng family." Yue Kui introduced in a low voice, "Teng An, Teng Ao, and Teng Mang. They are from Mobei and are the three adopted sons of the Martial Lord."
"It's really a big deal." Xi'e whispered, passing by the three heroes of the Teng family who suddenly attacked, her eyes fell on the tent area, "Is it because Daqian's power has covered Mobei, or that the Martial Lord is also interested in Are you interested in Dark Blood Phoenix?"
"Looking at Mr. Huaizhu, he seems quite confident that he can deal with people like us." Painting Saint Fu Xu said with a smile.
Xi'e looked sideways at the painting saint, "Are you not pretending at all now?"
The painting sage smiled and said: "The old Taoist has always been the old Taoist. Mr. Huaizhu has never looked down on the old Taoist. How can the old Taoist talk about pretending or not?"
"That's true." Xi'e nodded and said sarcastically, "You have always been a person who deceives the world and steals fame. You use the name of the painting saint that the dog emperor rewarded you to cheat..."
"The name of the Painting Sage, which the old Taoist holds, is indeed not worthy of the name." The Painting Sage nodded and said leisurely, "It is a pity that the Old Taoist has been traveling around the world for more than 20 years and has not been able to give away the name of this Painting Sage."
"Then let's do it today." Xi'e said calmly, "You have been cheating and deceiving for twenty years, and today you can die in the name of a painting saint. You have no regrets in this life."
"The old Taoist has always been very timid. When he encounters danger, he will run if he can." The painting saint smiled and said, "Mr. Huaizhu, why don't you guess why the old Taoist didn't run this time?"
"The three heroes of the Teng family are here, and the Martial Master may be here too." Yue Kui reminded in a low voice.
"Just a small role." Xi'e sneered, "I really don't believe that someone can defeat Zhao Yuding in Yuquan Mountain!"
Zhao Yuding gently brushed his beard, with a calm and warm smile on his face, looking like an immortal.
"I heard that your arm was chopped off by the coir raincoat guest Jiang Zuo?" Teng Ao, one of the three heroes of the Teng family, stared at Zhao Yuding and said calmly, "Before I came here, I made a special move with Jiang Zuo in Chaoge City. , His strength is not as strong as the legend says.”
"What does Jiang Zuo mean? He's just an outcast." Xi'e sneered. At this time, she must hold Zhao Yuding in high esteem.
"As far as I know, Master Zhao is not known for his strength." Painting Saint Pei Xuanzi brushed his beard to make trouble.
Zhao Yuding smiled and did not refute anything.
Xi'e glanced sideways at the painting saint, "You are not even as good as Jiang Zuo. Have you forgotten that when you wanted to join the Golden Scale Sect, who eliminated you?"
Painting Saint Pei Xuanzi lowered his eyebrows and said nothing, thinking of what Jiang Zuo looked like when he was young.
At this time, Teng Ao stared at Zhao Yuding, with fighting spirit in his eyes, "How about you, Zhao, fight with me first?"
"A fight with you?" Zhao Yuding looked at Teng Ao and shook his head slightly.
He put his right hand behind his back and looked towards the tent area:
"If you can't, let your master come."
