In just two days, Kyoto became lively as Chen Zizhuo said.

Blood warriors and senior executives from various districts and schools from various places are now gathered in a hall at the Huawu headquarters.

Although they each had conversations, the scene was not noisy and there was almost no sound of communication, because most people used their blood to block their voices. Unless they had higher strength than them or had special bloodline talent, they could not eavesdrop on them at all.

The hall is quite grand, with a high platform, so the protagonist is naturally not him... The person in the ancient city and the people from Huawu headquarters are on it. The meeting has not yet begun, but the atmosphere is quite peaceful, with a hint of tension and urgency.

Lu Minghui is sitting down with the deans of the four major colleges of Yunyi School Office, and the position of vice president is different, and he is in the front of the hall.

"Is negotiations a way to do this now?" He looked at the people from the ancient city gathered on the table in the Huawu Hall, and pointed his fingers out and knocked on the table, "Sit quietly on the chair... for a meeting?"

Lu Minghui couldn't help feeling uncomfortable and was very inconsistent, which was too different from his past memories.

Lu Minghui suddenly paused, his eyes slightly shifted, and there was a familiar face among them, the middle-aged man in Hanlong City.

As a sixth-level blood warrior, the middle-aged man was quite keen to the eyes around him. He looked up slightly and looked at Lu Minghui. His eyes flashed in surprise... However, when he noticed Lu Minghui's strength, he looked at Lu Minghui for a few breaths of indifference and ridicule in his eyes, but it was fleeting, and then he glanced past.

But I couldn't help but sneer in my heart.

So many years have passed, and this genius who once gloriously surpassed the people of the ancient city has indeed declined in this world of barren spiritual energy.

Lu Minghui also calmly turned his gaze away.

The people present represented nine ancient cities, each with a calm expression and a cold mood. Even though they were all indigenous people of the Tianyan World, only a few representatives of the ancient cities talked quietly. The others were just a little uncomfortable and looked at the blood warriors in the native world around them, and the tea and towels on the table were touched, just waiting for the beginning of the meeting.

"Actually, I think... the atmosphere is very strange. Before, they used war to stop fighting. Whoever had a big fist would have the right to speak. Every time they had to negotiate, all the combat powers would have to be dispatched to fight a mountain collapse." Qin Shan smiled, then looked at the peaceful atmosphere on the table and said: "But this is a good thing. Using war to stop fighting is too harmful to the vitality, and this is also what Huawu means."

The reason why this meeting was held in the native world is that good news has been heard by Dayanguan recently that is beneficial to China Wu.

Lu Minghui nodded and said nothing.

In the past hundred years of Tianyan World, new city gates will be opened every thirty years on average.

The opening of the city gate means that the cross-border channel will appear, and there will be a large number of resources and opportunities in it. Everyone will be jealous and will not compete for it.

As indigenous peoples of the Tianyan World, the nine ancient cities have always been strong. They have fought for combat and occupied the city gate with a split attitude. However, Huawu has weak power and suffered many losses, so it is difficult to benefit from it. To this day... Huawu does not have a city gate of its own.

Therefore, every time Huawu's blood warriors cross the border, they have to pass through the city gate controlled by the ancient city; just like passing through the barriers of other countries, there are multiple obstacles.

When you want to return, the opportunities and items you obtain from cross-border will be exploited by the ancient city.

"Two months ago, the Dayan Pass was opened, and almost all the combat powers of Huawu and the ancient city above seventh level had entered. After two months of competition, the current situation in Huawu is in good condition." Feng Bufan pondered: "If... can do everything in one go, take down Dayan Pass..."

"Don't think about it." Dean Yingliu shook his head and said, "This is impossible. The current situation is not easy. The ancient city is willing to compromise and come to our world and negotiate this matter with a peaceful attitude. This is because they know the pros and cons. They can tolerate us to obtain more resources. But if Huawu really wants to take down the city gate in one fell swoop, they may directly tear the defense line..."

Feng Bufan sighed and said, "After all, a city pass is an ancient heritage, and they cannot watch Huawu get it."

This is their helplessness. Huawu’s foundation is too thin.

Their generation has a deep understanding of this. The cultivation of many strong people... how much resources do they have to spend in and how many things do they have to trade?

And the reason why they went out was that Lu Minghui, who was not happy to go out all day, was also present.

It is because this negotiation is extremely important to the future of Huawu.

After all, this is the first time... Huawu has the opportunity to make a big comeback, and behind it is the seniors of Fan who are pushing hands. What they have to do... is to stay steady.

"And... in addition to Chengguan resources, there is more important... about the allocation of that quota."

Lu Minghui lowered his head.

"Is it a high-level battle again? Or is it a piece of peace?"

Lu Minghui didn't know what instructions his predecessors issued behind the scenes next.

But roughly... he still knew that in that city of Guanzhong thirty years ago, he had also received a place.

At this moment, the atmosphere suddenly became silent.

Many fifth and sixth-level blood warriors gathered together, with a serious expression. The ancient city people were silent and looked at the hall gate.

The hall lights shaking and the door opened.

An old man in a wheelchair was pushed in by a young man.

The young man has a sixth-level strength, his momentum is constrained, his eyes are calm and calm.

The old man sitting in a wheelchair was full of...the aura of time. In the situation where the hall was full of blood warriors, he looked just an ordinary person with exhausted energy.

But no one said anything, and even the people in the ancient city showed a slight fear.

And Lu Minghui knew...this meeting.

here we go.

......

In a suburb far away from Kyoto, Xue Yanzheng stayed in the laboratory.

His voice fell and he opened the many needle tubes inserted into him.

"It's too easy to be confused and backfire, and more experiments are needed."

He looked pale when he looked at the can of black blood. He suddenly paused, took out his cell phone, and a message came over.

The meeting has begun

Xue Yan stood up silently, naked, and the blood was still oozing out, flowing out, making him look... quite unusual and terrifying now.

"Afu."

Xue Yan called out.

Immediately afterwards, a burly guy walked in. He was two meters tall, and his muscles were filled with strength. After seeing Xue Yan's appearance, he did not show a strange expression.

"Notify...our people, it's time to act." Xue Yan did not care about picking up a rag to wipe off the blood from his body, then picked up the glasses next to him and put on a piece of clothing, returning to his appearance with a weak breath.

Ah Fu nodded and turned around and left.

"The pioneer said it."

Xue Yan stroked the can of black blood with a look of obsession, and said:

"To... all the children of the school."

“A big surprise.”
Chapter completed!