Happiness came too suddenly! Zhou Xiaolin was stunned for a moment before reacting: Life is ups and downs too quickly, it is so exciting!

Originally, Zhou Xiaolin had given up comparing with Bei Long, but he didn't expect that Sikong Yuan came for him!

Didn't you say there was no time?

Of course Zhou Xiaolin would not say that. He suppressed his excitement and walked forward and held Sikong Yuan's hand hard: "Brother Sikong, come here thousands of miles away. This kind of friendship is remembered in his heart!"

The Snow Mountain Sect has been "righteous" before, but also "evil". Generally speaking, it is a great sect that is both good and evil. It is a first-class sect with Tangjiabao, but its influence in the world is still above Tangjiabao.

Although the disciples of the Ming Cult are all happy that Zhou Xiaolin was able to invite Sikong Yuan, after all, this is equivalent to the Ming Cult connections, but in fact many people have noticed that Zhou Xiaolin and Yang Donghai are competing with the leader, which makes them feel a little more worried while they are happy.

Sikong Yuan and Zhou Xiaolin exchanged a few greetings, then were led to the seat next to Tang Ying and sat down. He looked at Bei Long deeply. Sikong Yuan smiled at Tang Ying beside him and said, "Fairy, [World Martial Arts Conference] A hurried farewell has been thirty years. Today, the fairy's charm is even better than the past!"

Tang Ying: "Haha."

Sikong Yuan: "..."

Sikong Yuan's arrival made Zhou Xiaolin feel energetic again, and even his big black face was cherrying under the sun. He asked Bei Long proudly: "Master, are there any friends coming? Why don't we wait for a while?"

Beilong smiled: "Okay."

Look, he is going to show off again! Zhou Xiaolin squeezed his eyes at Yang Donghai, and both of them laughed silently: Why bother? Why bother? Can you invite a big shot who is more powerful than Sikong Yuan?

"It's worthy of being Zhou Tianzun..." Zuo Fu Shengzi looked up at Sikong Yuan enviously: "The head of Sikong has been famous for a long time, and is powerful in the northwest, and is well-known. I didn't expect that I came here for Zhou Tianzun today..."

"So the leader is still not okay!" The Holy Son of Youbi said sternly that they were all from Sikong Yuan and Yang Donghai's sect, and their butts were naturally tilted when they spoke: "Now, Zhou Tianzun has invited the head of a first-class sect. If someone in the surname Bei wants to turn the tables, they will not invite the head of a super sect!

"But this is impossible. Among the six major sects in China, our Ming Cult has already occupied one. The Beggars' Sect has come to protect the Dharma. Huashan Fengshan, Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei are all irreconcilable with our Ming Cult..."

Zuo Fu Shengzi deliberately teased him: "Hey, do you think he would invite the abbot of Shaolin Temple here?"

"Absolutely not!" The Holy Son of Youbi said confidently: "Shaolin Temple and our Ming Cult are enemies of a thousand years! If he could invite the abbot of Shaolin Temple to come over, I would broadcast the women's clothing live! Wearing black silk and rabbit ears, he sang "Liangliang" on his knees!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a trembling voice shouting: "Shao, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Lekong congratulates the leader!"

Are you fucking teasing me? Youbi Shengzi's heart whizzed by ten thousand mud horses: Is the abbot of Shaolin Temple really here?

It turns out that your mouth has really shined... Zuo Fu Shengzi looked at the two shiny big bald heads that appeared on the Ming King Platform, and then at the fine skin, tender skin, and clear eyebrows, and his heart was full of expectations...

Zhou Xiaolin's mouth was so wide that he could swallow four walnuts: The abbot of Shaolin Temple... Actually, he was here to play the restaurant!

This must be the case!

You should know that Shaolin Temple and Ming Cult are mortal enemies for thousands of years. Zhou Xiaolin, Yang Donghai and Fan Wuya were instinctively wary, but what made them unbelievable was that Master Lekong actually folded his hands to Bei Long and bowed and said, "My husband Lekong, I came here to congratulate Master Bei on his joy in taking over Ming Cult! Good, good!"

When someone respects me one foot, I respect others one foot. Bei Long hurriedly bowed deeply to Master Kong: "Thank you, Master!"

Master Lekong is a thin old monk with a slim and red face. His jaw is bare and has no beard, but he has a pair of particularly cool brows. His eyebrows are like stools, and they are curved and swaying to the edge of his jaw. When the wind blows, he sways straight. Master Lekong strokes his long brows with his bamboo-like fingers. He looks at Bei Long with kind eyebrows and said, "The name of Master Bei has long been like thunder. Now he can see it with his own eyes. It turns out that he has been a young man since ancient times!"

"Master, you are too rewarded!" Bei Long also quickly started the commercial mutual blowing mode: "Master, you are the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world today. The magical power is vast and the sea of ​​Dharma is boundless! I have long wanted to go to Shaolin Temple to listen to the teachings, but unfortunately I have been plagued by ordinary things. After the ceremony of light is over, I will definitely make a special trip to Shaolin to visit!"

"If Master Bei comes here, I will definitely sweep the bed to greet him!" Master Lekong nodded with a smile, and the business hype ended here.

A white and fat monk walked out from behind Master Lekong, who was Master Yuantong, one of the eighteen arhats in Shaolin Temple.

Master Yuantong opened his arms to Beilong, and Beilong hugged him hard: "How did you get the express delivery?"

"I'm going to eliminate demons on the road..." Master Yuantong explained briefly and said excitedly: "Congratulations to brothers!"

What an identity is Master Lekong, the abbot of Shaolin Temple? As soon as he appeared, everyone except Tang Ying stood up.

Even Sikong Yuan, the head of the Snow Mountain Sect who was just regarded as the guest of honor, quickly stood up and greeted Master Kong:

"Snow Mountain Sect Sikong Yuan, I have a visit to Master Kong!"

"Amitabha, I'm lucky to meet you." Master Lekong nodded, but quickly clasped his hands to Tang Ying:

"Fairy, I am so polite!"

Tang Ying was sitting in the seat and was drinking with a jar of wine. Seeing this, she smiled faintly: "Little monk, sit here!"

Master Lekong is already a hundred years old. Almost everyone in the world has to respect him as a master, but he can only call himself a junior in front of Tang Ying. There is nothing we can do about this. Tang Ying and his master also had a grudge and hatred back then, and even beat Master Kong in his little butt...

"Thank you fairy!" Master Lekong sat down at the seat Tang Ying pointed at, which was Sikong Yuan's seat just now.

Originally, Sikong Yuan was sitting next to Tang Ying, but he didn't dare to let Master Kong get up. On the other side of Master Kong, Master Yuantong sat down. On the other side of Master Yuantong was Shi Baohe of the Beggar Gang.

He could only sit on the other side of Shi Baohe, and Tang Ying chatted with Master Kong. Master Yuantong and Shi Baohe also formed a battle friendship in Siberia. He was so speculative that Sikong Yuan was left alone...

Before, every time a big boss came for Beilong, the disciples of the Ming Cult were excited and discussed. However, even when Master Lekong, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, came, the disciples of the Ming Cult could not make any sound.

Too crazy!

Even the abbot of Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old archenemy, can come to congratulate the leader. What else can the leader not do?

At this moment, the Ming Cult disciples admire Bei Long as the endless river, and as if the Yellow River flooded...

The petrified Holy Son of Youbi suddenly remembered something, and he quickly took out his mobile phone and logged in to the Bazhe Sky Forum.

He found a post that had long been sunk when searching for keywords. After opening it, he was the post that was posted by Zhizhenzhen.

The post is a photo of Zhang Da, with Bei Long, Zhu Zhenzhen, Shi Baohe, Master Yuantong and Ding Fan all inside, but because the second floor was identified as a synthetic by a master on the second floor, Yishuier's "stupid" downstairs.

When Youbi saw this post, he also said, "The owner is stupid." Even if Bei Long didn't die in the North Pole, it would be impossible to take a photo with monks, Taoists, beggars, and Miao girls so many professions!

But now I look at the Mingwang Platform. There are not only five people in this big photo...

I'm so stupid, really... Youbi's Holy Son was in a state of dismay. He had a chance to get closer to Beilong first, but he was forced to be abducted by that great god. He just replied to a post and left the matter behind...

Zuo Fu Shengzi and the others were all thinking: I don’t know if it’s time to join the leader now…

"We are defeated..." Yang Donghai shook his head and sighed at Zhou Xiaolin: "It's over..."

"No!" Zhou Xiaolin had already come back from shock and loss, and said gritting his teeth: "The good show is just beginning now!"

"What?" Yang Donghai was surprised and looked at him in disbelief. He could still turn the tables when he reached this point?

"Master, let's continue the process?" Zhou Xiaolin asked Bei Long with a smile, then waved his hand.

"Boom boom boom..."

The salute that had been prepared long ago exploded. The sound of the cannons shook the sky, the mountains echoed, and the momentum was like a mountain collapse and the earth cracked!

Thousands of disciples of the Ming Cult immediately shouted in unison: "The Holy Sect of Light will be loved by the people! The hegemony of thousands of years will bring great harmony to the world!"

At this moment, a white cloud floated over from the sky, and a dazzling golden light suddenly shot out from the white clouds!

The dazzling golden light seemed like a golden thunderbolt, and it fell on the row of salutes with a "boom"!

In an instant, all the salutes were blown to pieces, and the original ninety-nine sounds came to an abrupt end at the forty-fourth sound!

The matter came too suddenly. Even the peerless masters like Tang Ying and Master Lekong were too late to stop them!

Everyone except Zhou Xiaolin was stunned to watch the white cloud floating across the mountains, floating across the forest, floating over the heads of thousands of Ming Cult disciples, floating onto the Ming King Platform!

Bai Yun showed his figure on the top of the Mingwang Platform, and he was a white-haired and young-faced old Taoist nun in a snow-white Taoist robe!

The old Taoist nun with white hair and baby face, two snow-white thick eyebrows, grew together, like a "one" with a strong ink and colorful look!

Beneath her white eyebrows are a pair of sharp eyes like a falcon, and her thin lips and pointed chin are harsh.

The old Taoist nun was holding a silver scabbard sword in her hand. Although it was just one person and one sword, she regarded the thousands of heroes of the Ming Cult as nothing!

Her sharp eyes swept across the faces of the four great heavenly lords she knew, and she shouted sharply in a sharp voice: "Who is Beilong!"
Chapter completed!