Zhuge Ran saw that the atmosphere in the hall had begun to become anxious. Some people began to drink tea aimlessly. They just finished drinking one sip and then drank again. It seemed that they were not for the sake of drinking tea, but just to pass the time and relieve their mood. Many people began to tap the table with their fingers and tidy up their clothes. A rustling sound came from the hall.

Zhuge Lun's face was gloomy. If the blood-torming Pavilion Master really wanted to put on airs, it wouldn't take so long.

"Wei Xinqi, when will the Pavilion Master be there?"

Zhuge Ran asked Wei Xinqi.

Wei Xinqi replied with a confused look on her face, "They set out from Lingyun Sect two days ago. Calculate the time and it should be here."

Zhuge Luan took a deep breath and the scene could no longer be covered.

"Elder, the Xianyun Zhenren from Taiqing Temple has arrived."

The Yin-Yang Sect Leader whispered to Zhuge Luan's ear.

Zhuge Ran frowned and thought, the cause of all this was because Taiqing Temple celebrated the birthday of Xianyun Zhenren. If Taiqing Temple also participated in the encirclement and suppression, it would be contrary to morality. When the internal struggle occurred, Taiqing Temple was also targeted by the public, so the chance of Taiqing Temple joining the Blood-Boral Group was very high. Moreover, Taiqing Temple's Daozi also recognized the Blood-Boral Lord as his father.

"Go and invite them in."

Zhuge Ran calmly said that the five major sects had reached two, and the situation gradually became clear.

As everyone was watching in the hall, Zhenren Xianyun and Chu Mengrong walked into the hall together.

Because the five major sects and the Southern Region’s righteous path were in an opposing tension, no one saluted Zhenren Xianyun, and the same was true for the previous head of Xuanyin Palace. Not to mention the Southern Region’s demonic path, they were originally two sides that were incompatible with water and fire, but they just temporarily put aside their prejudices under the general trend.

However, the male monks present were all staring at Chu Mengrong's dreamy beauty, and his long blue hair as beautiful as the sea water was extremely gorgeous, which made people dazzlingly intoxicated.

Xiao Xuan and Ye Hao were also a little stunned. The number one beauty in the Southern Region was indeed not a big deal.

"Uncle Zhuge."

Zhenren Xianyun saw Zhuge holding his fists and bowing, and said respectfully.

Zhuge Ran nodded, said nothing, and signaled Xianyun to take his seat.

Lan Mei Lanzhu and the other two were responsible for welcoming guests and brewing top-notch tea for them.

"Have you not arrived yet? I can wait for someone, but Master Senluo Sword is not waiting for anyone..."

The head of Xuanyin Palace said coldly, and the atmosphere in the audience was a stalemate.

At this moment, a strong wind blew from the entrance of the hall, and everyone on the chairperson's table looked sideways and stared at the gate.

"Where is the Master of Bloody Spurs?"

Ji Lan was wearing a black suit, with a waterfall's hair without wind, and looked like she was looking for trouble. His place was smashed and the blood-torn Pavilion Master was given ntr. He felt extremely unhappy.

"The boss of Wushuang Building... What a weird thing, how could he be here?"

"Don't you know? Some time ago, the Wushuang Building in Wanmu City was smashed by the Blood-Born Pavilion Master. I think it was because of this."

Although everyone in the hall respected Ji Lan, that was the same before. In the face of the great event of attacking the Lord of Senluo Sword, nothing is meaningless. Can delicious food be more important than Super Wufeng? So everyone distanced Ji Lan and did not want to be involved with him.

Wei Xinqi looked at Ji Lan at the door and quietly hid behind a stone pillar. She felt a little worried. She was willing to be a slave to the Blood-Born Pavilion Master, which must have caused Ji Lan's dissatisfaction.

Zhuge Ran looked at Ji Lan at the door and frowned. Who is this stupid bastard? He actually made trouble during this period of time and just took this opportunity to show off his skills and calm the situation down.

"Making trouble in front of my blood abuse group... Haha, what are you?"

Zhuge Luan took a few steps forward, and the Mahayana aura suddenly burst out. In an instant, the air in the entire hall solidified. Those with low realm felt even more tight and short of breath. The air was like cement and could not breathe in at all.

Everyone present was shocked. The elders of the Blood Forge Pavilion alone had such power, let alone the Blood Forge Pavilion Master?

Under this unparalleled pressure, Ji Lan subconsciously took a step back, and there was a solemn look between her eyebrows.

Wei Xinqi's heart skipped a beat and thought it was not good. She knew Ji Lan's strength. Although her realm was not high and she only had the cultivation level of the God Transformation Stage, she could fight against Mahayana cultivators with the blessing of her magical powers!

Suning looked at the person in front of him and a hint of surprise flashed through his heart. He had also been to Wushuang Building and learned that this person was also a time traveler. Could this Wufeng Continent be a time traveler base?

Ji Lan laughed furiously when she heard Zhuge Luan's words with slanderous nature.

"Haha, what am I? Just try it and you will know!"

Ji Lan's aura burst out, and in just a moment, the prosperous aura came over the bottom and enveloped everyone's mind.

Wei Xinqi was a little hesitant, one side was his boss and the other side was his master. However, there seemed to be no future when he was with Ji Lan. Li Bumian was not only unparalleled in handsomeness, but also the leader of the Blood-Bad Group. It was obviously better here. Wei Xinqi planned not to go back, but can Zhuge Ran deal with Ji Lan? Ji Lan's strength is the best in the Wufeng Continent.

Ji Lan's energy was rioting, and he used his eight success powers to take the lead of Zhuge's Lunxiang. He was used to doing whatever he wanted. With his strength comparable to Mahayana, where wasn't he walking sideways? What's more, it was in the southern region of this border.

Just when everyone thought Ji Lan was about to start an attack.

Bang!

A human-shaped black shadow smashed down from the sky like a meteorite, directly hitting Ji Lan's head.

Bang!

In an instant, waves of dust spread everywhere, covering the inner environment. Spider-web-like cracks appeared on the bluestone land, which showed the great force.

Everyone was shocked and surprised by the changes that were reversed.

Zhuge Luan's expression became solemn, and he didn't know who was coming.

After a while, the dust waves disappeared, Ji Lan had disappeared without a trace, and even the bones were not left, leaving only thin clothes lying alone on the ground.

What walked out of it was an old man with a wide skeleton, with no pupils in his eyes, and he was a blind man.

The interstellar players slowly walked into the hall, and the simple and vicissitudes of their bodies infected everyone present, as if they dreamed of returning to the prehistoric world and coming to the magnificent and grand ancient years.

Those who don’t know the Master of Blood-Borror are all shocked. Could this be the Master of Blood-Borror? From the unparalleled aura of the interstellar players, I could feel that the irritable power that was beating seemed to not belong to the Wufeng Continent. This is the strongest person they have ever seen in their lifetime!

Zhuge Ran was shocked when he saw the visitor. He once served as a copyist in the Tianji Pavilion of the Lord of Sonluo Sword. All the monks who have passed through tribulations in the Wufeng Continent have been recorded on the record. The most legendary one is the person in front of him. This is the only person who survived ascension!

"Senior... Are you the Grandmaster Qianyuan, Yichenzi?"

Zhuge Ran said in surprise that he had seen portraits of interstellar players.

Everyone present was as if they were struck by lightning, and the person in front of him was not the Lord of the Blood-torming Pavilion! However, Zhuge Luan was the uncle of Zhenren Xianyun, and his seniority was already terrifyingly high. To him, he was a senior. What kind of person was that? The ancestor... was the immortal monster ten thousand years ago?

Star players were a little surprised when they heard their previous name. There were only a handful of people on Wufeng Continent who knew that they were, most of them had passed away and turned into a piece of loess. This was strange.

Star players did not answer Zhuge Luan’s question, so they did not comment.

Han Yang also followed the interstellar players into the hall, scanning the characters present, and feeling more and more serious.

"Please, Lord."

The interstellar player said to the people outside the hall.

The atmosphere was extremely gloomy in an instant. Everyone held their breath and focused their minds. They stared at the outside of the hall to see the true face of the Blood-Born Pavilion Master. The lord... finally came.

Before seeing the person, I heard the sound of him first.

"Jews, I like war..."
Chapter completed!