The golden sun gradually rose, dyeing the clouds in the east into a fiery red, which was very brilliant.

Zhao Boduan walked on the bustling street, avoiding a straight carriage, looking at the food stalls around him, smelling the pancakes, bone noodles, and fried dough sticks, which looked a bit strange. He couldn't help but have a big appetite and ordered ten servings of noodles at a noodle stall and started eating.

After breakfast, Zhao Boduan slowly walked around the street, calmed down, treated himself as an ordinary person, and integrated into the abortion. After his mind relaxed, he quickly turned his mind, and suddenly thought that Hangzhou was not very far from Fuzhou, so it would be better to go and meet Ren Woxing to promote the plot.

Zhao Boduan came to the car dealer and rented a carriage, which was accompanied by a coachman in his thirties. This time he didn't want to drive the carriage himself.

The driver drove two short and powerful Mongolian horses ahead and drove along the official road towards Hangzhou.

While heading towards Hangzhou, Zhao Boduan also sent news along the way that someone had discovered the previous generation of Sun and Moon God Sect leader Wo Xing, near Meizhuang, Gushan, on the edge of West Lake in Hangzhou. This person was alone, but he had the martial arts masterpiece of the martial arts world. He did not believe that no one in the martial arts world was interested in this martial arts. As long as the people from the righteous and evil sects gathered in Meizhuang, no matter whether Ren Wo Xing was dead or alive, the plot would have developed greatly.

Half a month later, after passing the mountains at the junction of Fujian and Zhejiang, Zhao Boduan came to Hangzhou.

The terrain of Xianxia Ridge passed by on the way was extremely dangerous, and it was as if he could not open the pass, leaving him an unforgettable impression. However, now the world is peaceful, and Xianxia Ridge, which is in the mainland, has no soldiers to guard it. It has transformed into a cash gate, and it collects taxes on the goods passing through the main roads of the two provinces.

Hangzhou was called Lin'an in ancient times. It was built as a capital during the Southern Song Dynasty. It has always been a good place to go. When he entered the city, pedestrians along the way were comparable, and music and singing everywhere. After entering the city, Zhao Boduan did not see a large number of martial arts people gathered, and he couldn't help but wonder whether the spread of the news was useful. He made up his mind that no matter what, he would first find Meizhuang to see the situation.

Gushan is a famous scenic spot on the edge of West Lake, and it is not difficult to find. Zhao Boduan asked several local people in Hangzhou and came all the way to the bank of West Lake. However, he saw blue waves like mirrors and weeping willows brushing the water. The beauty of the scenery was as beautiful as a fairyland. When he came to the foot of Gushan, he saw a small hill standing next to West Lake, and was separated from a bay of jasper-like lake water with a long embankment. Confronting the two, the hills seemed to be full of strange peaks, which was unusual.

Zhao Boduan walked up to the stone level by the mountain, turned a few turns, and saw plum trees everywhere. Their old trunks were slanted and their branches and leaves were dense. I imagine that when the plum blossoms bloom in early spring, the fragrant snow was like the sea, so I would definitely not be able to see it all. Through a large plum forest, walking on a bluestone road, and coming to a large manor with rich doors and white walls. Outside the gate, the two big words "Plum Village" were written, which were golden and conspicuous.

At this time, there were many more beautiful scenery of Gushan who didn't know how to appreciate the beautiful scenery. Zhao Boduan saw thirty or forty people with weapons scattered around Meizhuang, as if they were surrounding Meizhuang. He wanted to hear the words of these people, whether they had attacked Meizhuang.

Zhao Boduan saw the closest three people five or six feet away from him. After walking over, he asked, "Hello, three brothers. My younger brother's surname is Zhao. I just came here and I don't quite understand the situation here. I saw many martial arts friends gathered here. Is there really a trace of my former director of the Demon Cult here?"

The bald man among the three men stretched out his right hand and bent his arms, and the muscles bulging on his arms supported his sleeves. He looked at Zhao Boduan and saw him wearing blue clothes, tender skin, like a freshman rich man, saying with disdain: "The hairy child who is not dry wants to make a fuck Ren Woxing, which is a joke! Look at my muscles, you can't stand up with one punch."

Zhao Boduan labeled the bald man with poor eyesight and courage but no strategy in his heart. He was calm and had no trouble. After all, he had killed someone. He would not be angry easily because others looked down upon him. He was angry as soon as he was told. However, the reckless man did it, and he still looked at the other two people calmly.

Except for bald heads, one of the three had a very thick arms, about the same thick as the thighs of ordinary people. With the strong upper body, it was as thick as the upper and lower body, and looked like an iron pier. The other looked like a scholar, wearing a robe and a gentle manner, which made people have a good first impression of him.

The scholar-like man shook the folding fan in his hand and smiled and said, "Okay, I'm the next name Ding, just call me Brother Ding. Of course, so many people are not here to play. At present, well-informed people have confirmed that the four owners of Meizhuang are indeed from the Demon Sect. More than ten years ago, they were very famous and well-known in the world, but they have not appeared in the world for a long time."

Zhao Boduan bowed and thanked him, "Since we have more than 30 people here, why not ask the people from Meizhuang to come out to answer? What's the use of these friends guarding outside?"

The scholar smiled and said, "Brother Zhao asked this question well. There are so many people here, and some people are impatient and want to rush in directly. As a result, before they enter the wall, they were beaten out by people in Meizhuang. It can be seen that the people inside are not weak in martial arts. If no one leads, we and Meizhuang may still be in a stalemate. Unfortunately, we do not have people from major sects here, and we cannot form a more united group. It would be great if there were people from Shaolin or Wuyue Sword Sect."

Just as the man named Ding was talking, another person went up the mountain from the small path to the periphery of Meizhuang. Zhao Boduan saw that the clothes and colors of these people were not uniform, white, blue, blue and red, and they were scattered with each other, and they were worried about each other. It seemed that they were still a mess of sand and could not become a climate.

From time to time, some well-known people from the world came, causing a lot of shock to the crowd. There was a person next to Zhao Boduan who was well-informed. When he saw those with great fame coming, he introduced them to the nearby people.

"Look, the Songwen Taoist who is coming from the Emei Sect now is the famous Emei Sect."

"Well, this person is from Tan Di from Kunlun Sect, and he also comes from a major sect."

"These two are good players of the Dian Cang Sect, Dian Cang Swords."

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Ten days later, at noon, more and more people gathered near Meizhuang, with more than 500 people, and they were crowded in small open spaces. The conflicts caused were also increasing. Fighting was always there, and it looked chaotic. However, during these days, Zhao Boduan also saw some men in black entering Meizhuang. They were not blocked by Meizhuang and never came out again. It seemed to be the help of the Sun and Moon God Sect.

Uncle Zhao was bored and counting the ants to play. Suddenly, the crowd fluctuated and gave in to both sides, leaving a middle way.

A group of people in yellow clothes walked in, and someone shouted, "The Left Alliance Leader of Songshan Sect is here in person." After a while, everyone realized that there was someone coming from the Five Mountains Sword Sect. It turned out that it was the proposal of the Left Alliance Leader, and the collective demon-elimination operation that the Five Mountains Sword Sect participated in.

Zhao Boduan looked carefully and combined with the introductions of the people around him to find out the identities of these people.

There were quite a lot of people sent by the Five Mountains Swords, Zuo Lengchan, Ding Mian, Lu Bai, Fei Bin, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze, the elders of Hengshan Sect, the Golden Eye Diao Lu Lianrong, the Taoist Master of the Taishan Sect, Yu Jizi, Yu Qingzi, and Hengshan Sect. They each brought disciples of varying numbers, with more than 200 people in total, and immediately became the backbone of the chaotic martial arts people. Yu Canghai of Qingcheng Sect also brought more than ten disciples.

After the Wuyue Sword Sect took the central position without hesitation, the disciples cut down some trees and temporarily built a three-foot-meter wooden platform, which was one foot above the ground. A man in his fifties in his 50s dressed in yellow clothes stood up.

Someone whispered, "Look, that's Zuo Lengchan."

Zhao Boduan looked carefully and saw that the man had a high nose, thin lips, thin face, and glittering eyes. He obviously had a very deep internal force.

After Zuo Lengchan stood on the stage, a threatening aura spread from him. His eyes glanced at the audience, and the noisy people suddenly calmed down. Seeing that his eyes made everyone stop talking, he nodded, as if he was a little satisfied.

Zuo Lengchan said loudly: "I believe everyone knows me. Below is the head of the Songshan Sect and the leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sect. I was shocked when I heard that there was a former director of the Demon Sect, Woxing, in Meizhuang, West Lake. After inquiring, I found that a large number of people from the Demon Sect gathered here. Regardless of whether Ren Woxing is here or not, we must destroy this Demon Sect stronghold and make peace by the West Lake."

The disciples of Songshan Sect applauded, and the sound of "Kill the Demon Cub!" and "For the sake of peace in the world!" echoed the top of the mountain. The chaotic and numerous martial arts people were influenced by the high momentum of the disciples of Songshan Sect and they all agreed.

After waiting for a while, Zuo Lengchan pressed down his hands, causing everyone to stop shouting, "It seems that everyone is very supportive of the devil eradication and is very enthusiastic. However, if everyone rushes to Meizhuang directly, the effect may not be very good. It is better to divide it into six brigades, led by me, the leader of the Huashan Sect Yue, the elder Lu of the Hengshan Sect, the Taoist commander of the Tianmen of the Taishan Sect, the Master Dingyi of the Hengshan Sect, and the leader Yu of the Qingcheng Sect. What do you think?"

Everyone looked at each other. People who walk around the world are used to freedom, so they do not want to be restrained and remain silent for a while. Many people even thought that if they listened to the command of your sect, wouldn’t they be your cannon fodder, and they would not be able to obtain the Star-Absorbing Technique. I wouldn’t do such unpaid things.

When Zuo Lengchan saw everyone in the audience silent, he winked at Lu Bai not far away.

Lu Bai understood and shouted: "Don't worry, the Zuo Alliance Leader means that you follow our disciples of the Five Mountains Sword Sect and Qingcheng Sect without charging in the battle, so that you can protect you the most and reduce your casualties. The Zuo Alliance Leader is considering you."

After hearing Lu Bai's words, the messy people from no doors and sects and some lonely people cheered loudly and praised Zuo Lengchan's kindness, and the scene suddenly became lively.

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Chapter completed!