Mu Hanfeng felt a sense of awe.

Beside him, Mu Fengliu and Mu Qingliu were even more unable to stand in this invisible aura.

"Wanjian Villa comes uninvited, congratulations to the Taoist priest on opening the sect and establishing a sect!"

Mu Hanfeng took a deep breath and said loudly.

His voice was loud and filled the clouds with a vast radius of dozens of miles, breaking the tranquility of the mountain top in an instant.

Swish swish swish swish ~

On the top of the mountain, thousands of warriors looked back and looked at the three of them, as well as Zhao Changlin, Lan Da and others who had just climbed up behind them.

"Ji Shenzong, congratulations to the Taoist priest on opening the sect and establishing a sect..."

"Big Dragon Gate..."

“Moon-Worship Villa….”

"True Gangdao..."

Zhao Changlin, Lan Da and others also reported it in their hearts, and then bowed and spoke loudly.

The sound of the true energy stirring and the sound of Mu Han Peak not falling resounded through the clouds and the top of the mountain.

"The visitor is a guest."

An Qisheng slowly raised his hand and pressed it slightly, and the sound waves echoing all over the sky seemed to disappear:

"Please sit down!"

An Qisheng's voice was neither high nor loud, but it was just calm, but it suppressed the sounds made by the five people who stimulated the internal strength of the true energy.

The entire square calmed down instantly without any ripples.

The five of them looked at each other, presented gifts, and each took their seats.

"The Taoist priest's martial arts are becoming more and more amazing."

Wang Jianlong couldn't help but exclaim.

The sound wave is invisible and easy to suppress, but it is extremely difficult to eliminate it. As soon as An Qisheng spoke, the sound of no one disappeared. This was the first time he saw such a skill.

"It's just a few tricks. If Brother Wang is interested, he will teach you later."

An Qisheng looked down at the entire square with deep and calm eyes.

Wang Jianglong smiled and nodded: "To be honest, Master Wang is very interested."

Any martial arts is extremely precious, let alone An Qisheng's "little skills"?

Other great masters of the divine veins may feel that it is a bit unbearable to ask others for advice, but naturally he will not have such thoughts.

What has he never experienced when he was born in the Beggars’ Sect?

His Dragon Subduing Palm was formed based on the gathering of many martial arts in the Beggars' Sect.

Yun Haitian glanced at the big sun hanging in the sky and bowed slightly:

"Brother, everything that should be coming is here, it's time to start."

"not busy."

An Qisheng raised his hand slightly, his eyes slowly drooping down the mountain:

"There is another one that has never arrived..."

"Um?"

Yun Haitian and Wang Jianlong had some thoughts in their hearts, both looking at the foot of the mountain.

Boom!

I heard the sound waves roaring at the foot of the mountain, as if thunder rolled down from the mountain.

When the sound suddenly rose and fell, the hurricane was already whistling, blowing all over the huge square, and more than a thousand people were wearing clothes and hunting for it.

"who?"

Everyone was shocked.

Looking back, I saw that at the end of the mountain road steps, on the edge of the mountain top, a burly man in a long gown stood tall, and his constantly changing facial features turned into a rough, cold and hard picture when the air flow dropped.

And the beard grows out of its roots.

"The facial features are unstable, the demon king of all changes, the sheep and snake!"

"The Lord of the Hell Demon Sect, the Great Master of Divine Vein, Sheep Snake?!"

"The people from the Six Prison Demon Sect are here too?"

There were bursts of exclamations above the square, and many people recognized the identity of the sheep and snake.

Some people subconsciously wanted to draw out the sword, but they secretly called it bad after touching the sky. Many of them came to Nanliang County early and knew that the sword-clearing stone existed, so they did not bring sword weapons here at all.

"Daoist Wang Quan?"

The sheep snake stood coldly, with its arms hanging down, and a ferocious scimitar that was seven feet long had already appeared in his palm:

"I heard that there is a sword-removing stone under the mountain, it seems meaningless..."

His voice was neither high nor low, but the sarcasm was beyond words.

Before the mountain gate, countless people changed their colors secretly.

"Let you go up the mountain with a knife..."

An Qisheng held his hands on the Grand Master's chair with a quiet look with a hint of coldness:
Chapter completed!