Infusing the true energy, he accurately controlled a large number of arrows and shot them quickly, making bursts of sound. The deputy captain of the Wu Xing Palace detachment had reached such a level of cultivation.
Arrows surrounded Zhuang Fangliang from all sides, leaving him with no way to retreat.
But Zhuang Fangliang's next move made Dongfang Kui's eyes widen, and the cigarette rod in his hand almost fell to the ground.
A violent blood-red internal force emitted from Zhuang Fangliang's body. Zhuang Fangliang did not dodge at all, he just stood there. All the arrows broke as if they encountered a copper wall.
The palace masters stood up suddenly. Jiang Lin felt his feet on the table and laughed excitedly.
Gongsun Huai's face was gloomy. He finally knew who the person in front of him was. Although his appearance had changed a lot, he was too familiar with this blood-red energy.
The speed of movement that Mu Shaoyuan was proud of looked so ridiculous in front of Zhuang Fangliang. Only the blood-red afterimage was seen raging in the restaurant. With a "匡" sound, the blood-red figure stopped.
Zhuang Fangliang stepped on Mu Shaoyuan, causing a hole in the ground.
A top-notch master in the martial arts world can be regarded as someone who has a reputation and can walk freely. Mu Shaoyuan is among the top ranks at a young age, ranking thirty-fourth in the Mingjiao, and has a lot of arrogance in his heart.
But in front of Zhuang Fangliang in the transformation state, it was nothing.
When Zhuang Fangliang was in the Guangming Palace in his early years, he didn't know how many first-class masters were defeated by him. Now that he has reached the realm of transformation, he is even more disapproving of such people.
If Du Wentao's brain is good, there is still room for growth and the value of utilization, then a simple-minded guy like this really means nothing.
In order to convince the palace owners of the various secret palaces that Jubao Palace indeed has the strength to defeat Zuo Bei, Nalan Jingzhi and Xiao Nanfeng smiled at each other and asked Zhuang Fangliang to follow Du Wentao to Jubao Palace.
Xiao Nanfeng chuckled and said: "Let's attack the anxious Master of Jubao Palace first. Wei Yuanji's eldest son is not here, and his confidant Du Wentao is in our Yangming Palace. With his temperament, he will definitely be panicked."
Once a person panics and sees a life-saving straw, he will grab it regardless.
The two of them had already laid out a plan, not only to get Wei Yuanji into the game, but also to confuse all the secret palaces.
At this time, Zhuang Fangliang, who could easily defeat the first-class master without any effort, is proof of the strength of Jubao Palace.
Gongsun Huai said in a deep voice: "Xue Luo Gong, so it's like this, I didn't even recognize you, Zhuang Fangliang."
It’s been a long time since I heard this familiar name.
Wei Yuanji slapped the table and stood up, his eyes widened. He couldn't believe that this guy was actually the captain of the guard directly in front of Guangming Palace, Zhuang Fangliang.
If he knew that this person was Zhuang Fangliang, he would never bring him here. Wouldn't this mean that he was involved with Guangming Palace?
No matter where Zhuang Fangliang went during the ten years he disappeared, in the eyes of these people, Zhuang Fangliang represented the Palace of Light.
Dongfang Kui, who sat down, blew out the smoke and sneered: "You guy, you can actually rescue him who is already a useless person and do things for you, haha, it's kind of interesting."
"Wei Yuanji, it seems that I underestimated you before. I apologize to you."
Gongsun Huai said with cold eyes.
Wei Yuanji was a little panicked for a moment, and he didn't know whether he should be happy or not. He wanted to solve the matter quickly: "What are you going to do? If you want me to spare that guy, you have to..."
Before Wei Yuanji could make a request, Gongsun Huai glanced at him sideways and refused: "How is it possible? Since the seat-off-the-seat system has begun, it must be implemented to the end."
He raised his hand and waved, and there was a "bang" sound. Before anyone could react, Mu Shaoyuan at Zhuang Fangliang's feet had been destroyed.
Gongsun Huai said sternly: "Jubao Palace, I will look forward to your next development."
The appearance of Zhuang Fangliang was obviously unexpected by Gongsun Huai. While losing a top-notch master, Gongsun Huai, who was bent on expanding his power, revealed his true colors.
"This is the end of the secret palace meeting."
Gongsun Huai left directly and stopped beside Zhuang Fangliang: "Are you the so-called reincarnation of Ming Zun?"
"How can it be."
Zhuang Fangliang turned his head and stared at him with murderous intent: "I'm warning you, it's best to know how to assess the situation and don't make wrong judgments. It will not be good for you to be an enemy of the Treasure Palace."
After a pause, he sneered: "Because what you see is not everything."
"See you later." Gongsun Huai left the restaurant without any reaction.
But with his back to the crowd, he gritted his teeth and his veins bulged, thinking in his heart that it was indeed the Presbyterian Church.
If there was only the Jubao Palace, no matter what their financial resources were, it would be impossible to hire such a master with money. Zhuang Fangliang's methods just now were obviously worse than before, and that guy might really break through to the transformation state.
Even if he was not the one who defeated Zuo Bei, there are such masters in Jubao Palace now. If there is the instruction of the Presbyterian Council behind them, it will not be so easy to deal with them.
But no matter what, after what happened today, the relationship between Wu Xing Palace and Ju Bao Palace was completely broken.
Wu Xing Palace also clearly wanted to take action on Ju Bao Palace. At this time, the owner of Ju Bao Palace, who had nowhere to go, had only one choice.
…
The Palace of Martial Arts.
Remembering the secret palace meeting, Gongsun Huai slammed the table and the ground was shattered. He said with a sullen face: "Each palace will send military rations one after another. Then you can secretly transport these rations to Dayuan."
Ship it to Dayuan, not to Zuobei.
Gongsun Yang hesitated: "Master Zuo Bei will not let it go. The relationship between us has been ruined. He will probably launch a counterattack at the Ming Sect's heaven-sacrifice ceremony."
Gongsun Huai said coldly: "Even if we stand still, he will eventually perish, so we might as well help them stoke the fire."
The reason why Zuo Bei has a huge power, has reached the realm of enlightenment, and is one of the five emperors outside the Great Wall, but can only be regarded as a grand master, is precisely because he is not from the lineage of the Taizu of the Great Yuan Dynasty.
Now that he calls himself Khan, some people will be dissatisfied and try to resist, and Dayuan will inevitably fall into war.
Gongsun Yang lowered his head and pondered. Could it be that his father planned to transport grain and grass to various forces in the Yuan Dynasty to make the situation in the Yuan Dynasty even more chaotic?
"Where's the Jubao Palace?"
Gongsun Huai snorted coldly: "Jubao Palace has revealed their claws. A tamed dog dares to bite its owner for two reasons. One is that its life span is about to end, its mind is broken, or it has found a new owner. "
"Are you doubting the Great Elder?"
"I'm pretty sure it's him."
Gongsun Huai thought of the threats he received before leaving, and felt annoyed again: "After the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony next month, everything will be over. You should go to the Western Regions to help them first."
Gongsun Huai's eyes were filled with murderous intent: "I will handle it personally for the Presbyterian Council."
Gongsun Yang, who walked down the steps outside the palace, frowned. Mu Shaoyuan was dead, and he died at the hands of his father.
Although I don’t know what happened specifically during the secret palace meeting, it must have been different from the original plan. Mu Shaoyuan should not lose to Du Wentao.
The Ming Cult's heaven-sacrifice ceremony is nominally held next month, but in reality it is to determine the new leader. By then, various secret palaces will inevitably fight for the leader's position, and I am afraid that hundreds of thousands of mountains will be filled with blood.
Countless believers will die as a result, including innocent ordinary believers.
The major forces of the Ming Cult do not care about the life and death of their followers. As long as they can ascend to the position of leader, no matter how much sacrifice they make, it will be worth it.
Gongsun Huai has coveted the position of leader for a long time. He has been suppressed by Li Pingshi for so many years. Now that Li Pingshi is missing, how could he miss this opportunity.
He wants to ascend to the position of leader of the Ming Cult and take advantage of the land of Shiwanda Mountain to fulfill his long-cherished wish.
The fragmentation of Mingjiao is a destined outcome, and it is almost impossible to change the trend.
Gongsun Yang stopped and stared into the distance blankly. At this moment, he wanted to ask that person, the guy who made the impossible possible, what he would do if it were him.
A tall man came over and bowed his head to Gongsun Yang.
"Shaocheng."
The iron-blooded captain Mu Shaocheng had been waiting for him for a long time. Gongsun Yang glanced at him and said softly: "Shaoyuan must have returned to the embrace of the grassland."
Mu Shaocheng's expression changed, he gritted his teeth, anger and sadness mixed together, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you, Young Palace Master."
The white eagle flew through the sky and landed on Gongsun Yang's shoulder. Gongsun Yang walked out of the palace and said, "Mu Lian, set out for the Western Regions."
Mu Lian bowed her head and clasped her fists in salute, "I obey."
