There are quite a few strong men on the small plain. Wei Fan looked around and could see hundreds of demon kings. They were all peak demon kings with vigorous energy and blood. No one knew how many were hiding.
Of course, there were also many human martial kings. Many of them sat casually, or talked in groups of three or five, keeping a distance from the demons.
Wei Fan and his group of fifteen or sixteen regional commanders who had rushed over from Beidingzhou attracted a lot of attention, especially the demon kings, who looked at them with bloodthirsty eyes.
"The dojo has not been opened yet. According to the Martial Saint, the dojo should be truly unveiled in three days. The Martial Saint and the Demon Saint of my Demon Hunter organization have already reached an agreement that during this period, the Martial Kings and Demon Kings of the two tribes will not fight each other. If there are any grudges, they can be settled in the dojo.
So you should try to restrain yourself these few days and don't fight with the demons, so as not to break the agreement between the Martial Saint and the Demon Saint."
While Shangguan Fei was speaking, he pointed his finger to the sky. Wei Fan and the others were startled and understood that Shangguan Fei meant that there were Demon Saint and Martial Saint in the sky.
In the middle area between the human and demon groups, there is a crack of several dozen feet in diameter, with a faint light coming out from the ground. According to Shangguan Fei's explanation, that is the entrance to Huangfu Qingyang's Taoist temple, but it is not possible to enter for the time being.
"Why is the dojo underground?" someone asked in confusion.
"The Medicine Emperor is a figure who lived at least 50,000 to 60,000 years ago. His temple may not have been underground before, but with the changing world, it is not surprising that it was buried underground."
A group of people found a place to sit down at random. They all came from Beidingzhou and did not separate when they got here. Wei Fan was the leader.
Shangguan Fei did not leave either. His task was to escort Wei Fan and others into the dojo, and then take Wei Fan and others away after the matter was over. He would stay with Wei Fan and others from then on.
"Brother Shangguan, please introduce us to the strong ones from the demon side. If we encounter someone we cannot defeat after entering the dojo, we'd better run away." Someone said.
It sounded cowardly, but no one laughed at him.
They are the territorial generals of Beidingzhou and know almost nothing about the demons of Baohuazhou. For demon hunters, saving their lives is the first priority, so understanding the enemy is very necessary.
Shangguan Fei looked in the direction where the demons were gathering and shook his head, saying, "They are all ordinary peak demon kings. The top masters have not appeared yet."
The dojo will not be unveiled for another three days, and the powerful warriors have not appeared yet. Shangguan Fei did not introduce them. For the regional commanders, there is no need to run away when they meet these ordinary demon kings.
Not only did the strong men from the demon side not come, the truly strong men from the human race did not show up, and those saint-level figures did not show up either.
Of course, Shangguan Fei did not take Wei Fan and others to meet the commander of Baohuazhou. The nature of this mission was a bit peculiar. It was to snipe monsters, but it was also an adventure and treasure hunt. Once they entered the Taoist temple, even friends could become enemies, so there was no need to get to know them. In general, they could just snipe the monsters.
"My name is Mu Feng, nice to meet you fellow Taoists!"
Suddenly, a man in purple came over and clasped his fists towards Wei Fan and his group and said, "I have been to Beidingzhou before, and I hear your accents seem to be from Beidingzhou."
Scar clasped his fists and said, "We are indeed from Beidingzhou. What advice do you have, Brother Mu?"
The others also looked at the man named Mu Feng in confusion.
"He's a master!" Fenghua's telepathic voice sounded in Wei Fan's mind.
Although Mu Feng's aura was restrained, for strong men like them, their spiritual senses would sense it when they got close to each other.
Wei Fan nodded slightly, but the panel did not respond to Mu Feng, so he was too lazy to pay attention. Unless it was the reappearance of Xuanyuan Feng in his youth, or a successor of the Imperial Sect, even the Son of the Saint Sect would not arouse his interest.
Mu Feng shook his head: "I dare not teach you, I just want to ask you about something. Recently, there is a rumor in Baohuazhou that there is a genius named Wei Fan in Beidingzhou who can fight against the holy soldiers with his bare hands and is not much inferior to the seniors of Xuanyuan Peak in the past. Is this an exaggeration or is it true?"
As soon as these words were spoken, people who had not paid attention to Wei Fan and the others all looked over. If there was any exciting news in the Baohuazhou martial arts world recently, apart from the birth of Huangfu Qingyang's dojo, there was only news from Beidingzhou.
Fighting against the Holy Soldiers with bare hands, this has not happened for many years. For ordinary Martial Kings, let alone fighting against the Holy Soldiers with bare hands, being able to escape from the attack of the Holy Soldiers is a legendary thing that is known throughout the world.
Fenghua, Jinpeng and other regional commanders from Beidingzhou all looked at Wei Fan in unison. Isn't Wei Fan right here?
Seeing that Wei Fan didn't say anything, Scar, who was the first to speak, could only clasp his fists and say, "It must be true!"
Mu Feng frowned: "Didn't you see it with your own eyes?"
He heard a hint of hesitation in Scar's tone, and it was obvious that Scar had not seen it with his own eyes.
A group of people all shook their heads: "Although we didn't see it with our own eyes, there were dozens of Martial Kings in our Beiding Continent who witnessed the battle with their own eyes, so it must be true!"
Wei Fan no longer paid attention to Mu Feng, and began to add power to his newly acquired martial art, the Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Demon-Suppressing Fist.
[After one year of practice, you begin to comprehend the Eight Desolate Six Combinations Demon-Suppressing Fist. You feel as if you have divine help, and the essence of various fist techniques emerges on its own. You soon comprehend the fist techniques thoroughly and begin to practice...]
This was his first time practicing after completing the third of the Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm. In an instant, Wei Fan felt an experience that was different from all the previous ones. Even a saint-level martial art was not too difficult for him to comprehend. All kinds of inspiration burst out in his mind, and he soon understood the technique.
Of course, understanding it thoroughly does not mean that one has mastered it. This kind of saint-level martial arts is mainly practiced by Martial Saints, and it is very likely that Martial Kings can practice it.
After adding another five thousand years of practice, Wei Fan finally achieved minor success in the Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Demon-Suppressing Fist, but he could not improve further because the things that came later could not be achieved with just high talent, and he needed to reach the realm of Martial Saint before he could continue practicing.
Everyone was meditating, and people came here from time to time. At night, the light in the crack became brighter and brighter, and a deep energy and blood began to appear, but there was still no sign of the Taoist temple being opened.
Wei Fan was not in a hurry. In his spare time, he studied two other saint-level martial arts to prepare for reaching the realm of Martial Saint. Three days passed in a flash and he was suddenly awakened from his closed eyes by a loud noise.
“Boom…”
It seemed as if thunder was constantly exploding between heaven and earth, and the sound was very loud, but it was not real thunder.
"Which bastard is so ostentatious and disturbs so many fellow meditators!"
Someone started cursing, and in the distance, evil spirits were seen rising in the sky, and two flying tiger beasts were pulling an ancient chariot across the sky.
"The demon king is pulling the cart, and he is from a demon clan with a powerful bloodline like Fei Tianhu. Who is so arrogant?"
Someone said with emotion that the two flying tigers pulling the cart were not ordinary demon kings, but peak demon kings whose cultivation had reached the ninth level of demon king. This scene shocked most of the human martial kings and also shocked those demon kings.
"It's the Green Dragon Clan's holy son, Little Green Dragon King!"
There was a big flag on each side of the ancient chariot. The flag on the left had a painting of a green dragon with its claws spread out, and the flag on the right had a big "Ao" character written on it.
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"Welcome to the Little Green Dragon King!"
The chariot drove into the demon camp, and a group of demon kings hurriedly stood up and shouted.
“Little Green Dragon King, the son of the Green Dragon King of Baohuazhou, has holy blood flowing in his body, and he is not an ordinary holy son. Not only is his father, the Green Dragon King, a Dragon Saint, but his mother is also a Dragon Saint. His bloodline is extremely terrifying and he once killed a holy son of a holy sect in Baohuazhou.
If you meet him in the dojo, run as far away as possible."
Shangguan Fei introduced Wei Fan and the others in a low voice, revealing a solemn expression: "It's troublesome. I didn't expect that King Qing Jiao was willing to let him take risks. Without three or five Saint Son-level figures, I'm afraid we won't be able to check and balance this beast."
As soon as these words were spoken, all the generals in Beidingzhou looked solemn. Their parents were both demon saints, and their bloodline was simply terrifying. Not only them, but also the martial kings in Baohuazhou around them had solemn expressions.
"laugh……"
Wei Fan heard a sneering voice and looked over, and found that it was the man named Mu Feng. After the previous conversation, this man seemed to be too lazy to talk to them, the people from Beidingzhou, and did not leave.
Shangguan Fei said that he was also a regional commander of Beidingzhou, so Wei Fan and others did not care. People like Scar who were good at socializing had even become brothers with Mu Feng.
The ancient chariot in the distance stopped, and a hand covered with green scales stretched out from inside, lifted the door curtain, and then a man with a dragon head walked out.
Everyone thought that there was only one Little Green Dragon King in the chariot. However, after the Little Green Dragon King stepped out of the chariot, he was still holding up the door curtain with one hand. Two handsome young men walked out from inside. Then the Little Green Dragon King let go of the door curtain and walked down from the chariot.
"Brother Shangguan, who are those two young men? Why does the Little Green Dragon King seem to be a little humble and trying to please them?"
Jin Peng looked at Shangguan Fei solemnly. The identity of the person that the Little Green Dragon King wanted to please was simply unimaginable.
Shangguan Fei looked confused and shook his head, "I don't know either. Maybe he is a genius of the demon race who came from other continents, just like you."
If the human race can ask for help from other continents, the demons may naturally do the same. But when two strange demon kings suddenly appear, whom even the Little Green Dragon King has to please, he knows that he is in big trouble.
"They are disciples of the Black Crane Sect. Judging from their appearance, they are most likely the direct descendants of the Crane Clan. Only the direct descendants of the Crane Clan can be treated with caution by the Little Green Dragon King."
Mu Feng suddenly spoke up, pointing at the waists of the two young men in white: "Look at that jade plate, it's the logo of the Xuanhe Sect."
Xuanhe Sect is a demon king sect among demons. Its founder is an old crane who became a demon king.
The Xuanhe Sect that Wei Fan destroyed in the wilderness was founded by a demon saint from the Xuanhe Sect who ran to the wilderness.
Everyone looked intently and saw that around the waists of the two young men in white were hanging a jade plaque with a white crane engraved on it.
"Disciples from the Demon King's sect have appeared!"
All the human martial kings present instantly looked grim. The Imperial Sect was a legendary existence to most people. They had never seen it before and did not expect that it would be involved in the events of Beidingzhou today.
If the human race does not have a person of this level to contend with them, they will be in big trouble after entering the dojo.
"Don't worry, everyone. The strong men of our human race have not arrived yet. Even if there are no disciples from the Imperial Dao Sect, the saints of the Baohuazhou Saint Sect will come."
Shangguan Fei spoke to comfort Wei Fan and other regional commanders from Beidingzhou. (End of this chapter)