The two walked to the center of the hall one after another, and first bowed their hands respectfully to the Holy Lord and Empress Qianfeng, expressing their respect. Then, they each found a seat to sit down, and waited quietly for the reception. Down the agenda.

The Holy Lord's eyes swept over the two of them, and he nodded slightly to express his approval. Qianfeng still maintained his cold face, but there was a hint of caution and scrutiny in his eyes. She knew very well that the leaders of these trading houses They are not simple characters, each of them has strong strength and profound background. In this martial arts world, strength is the foundation of everything.

The fourth person who came here was none other than Yang Meng, the mountain lord of Huangquan Bulao Mountain. He was dressed in a black robe, with the corners of his robe gently swinging in the wind, revealing an otherworldly temperament. His face was cold and profound. , as if he could see everything in the world.

At this time, there were still three empty seats, quietly waiting for the arrival of subsequent visitors. The atmosphere in the hall became more solemn due to the appearance of Yang Meng, and everyone cast their gazes at him. Identity and strength are full of curiosity and awe.

Not long after, the Palace Master Long Yingtian appeared. He was wearing a golden robe and a crown, his steps were steady and powerful, and he exuded an aura of majesty and nobility. His seat was further forward, even just ahead of the Holy Master. It's a little lower, which is enough to show his status and strength in the Demon Suppression Mansion.

The appearance of Long Yingtian caused the atmosphere in the hall to change again. Everyone stood up and saluted him to show their respect. Long Yingtian smiled and nodded, motioning for everyone to sit down, and then slowly walked to his seat. sit down.

The sixth person also arrived after a few breaths. He was an old man dressed like an old farmer. He was wearing coarse clothes and a bamboo hat, and his face was covered with traces of time. He was carrying a box on his back. It was wrapped tightly in black cloth, and I didn't know what good things were hidden inside.

The old man slowly walked into the hall, his eyes swept over everyone, and finally rested on the Holy Lord. He smiled, took a breath, and said in a hoarse and powerful voice: "Old man, I came in time, right?"

The Holy Lord frowned and his eyes stayed on the old man for a moment, but in the end he said nothing.

He knew very well that although this old man was not good-looking, he was a ruthless character, and even he did not want to offend him. After all, in the martial arts world, strength is the foundation of everything, and this old man obviously has good strength and background.

When the old man saw this, he didn't care about the Holy Lord's reaction and just found a place to sit down.

"Okay, everyone is here." The Holy Lord's voice echoed in the hall. His voice was rich and powerful, as if it could penetrate all obstacles and reach everyone's heart.

His eyes swept over everyone, and after confirming that everything was correct, he continued: "The remaining guy is not in the Demon Suppression Mansion now, so he can't come over. In this case, let's start talking about business."

As he spoke, the Holy Lord's eyes suddenly turned to the Palace Master Long Yingtian, with a trace of amusement and scrutiny in his eyes. He slowly said: "Long Yingtian, this Holy Lord heard that your son Long Chen and that Ling Xiao is very close? Is this true? "

Long Yingtian's eyelids raised slightly, and his eyes met with the Holy Master, as if they were in a silent contest.

He smiled faintly, with a bit of disdain and confidence in his tone: "The Holy Lord is joking, my son Long Chen has never left the Demon Suppression Mansion, how can he know Ling Xiao? This kind of nonsense,

I’m afraid it’s a rumor deliberately spread by someone.”

When the Holy Lord heard this, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his voice instantly became cold and majestic:

"Oh, in that case, I will believe you for the time being. But you have to remember, if I find out that your son Long Chen has an affair with Ling Xiao, or secretly aids the evildoers, then don't blame the Holy Church.

It's not good for him. In the martial arts world, strength determines everything, but rules are equally important. Once you violate the rules, you will be severely punished."

Having said this, the Holy Lord's eyes swept across everyone again, as if he wanted to see through everyone's thoughts. His voice was low and powerful, as if he was warning or reminding.

"You dare to touch my son?" Long Yingtian's voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to contain a huge amount of power. His face was as cold as ice, and his eyes were staring at the Holy Lord with a look of intolerance.

Doubtful determination and anger.

In the temple, the originally tense atmosphere solidified at this moment. The faces of Qian Feng and others darkened. Their eyes wandered back and forth between Long Yingtian and the Holy Lord, secretly speculating in their hearts about this sudden incident.

How will the confrontation end?

They knew very well that once Long Yingtian, the master of the Demon Suppressing Mansion, got angry, the consequences would be disastrous.

The face of the Holy Master was equally gloomy. He looked at Long Yingtian indifferently, with unquestionable majesty in his voice: "Long Yingtian, what are you going to do? Don't forget, this is the church, not a place for you to act wild!

"

However, Long Yingtian didn't seem to hear the Holy Master's words at all. His eyes were still staring at the other person, and the air around his body seemed to become heavy and oppressive at this moment.

boom!

At this moment, the entire church suddenly trembled violently, as if shaken by an invisible force. Immediately afterwards, countless floors began to crack, gravel scattered, and dust flew. Everyone in the church changed their colors. They knew that,

This is Long Yingtian accumulating strength and preparing to launch an attack.

"Long Yingtian!" The Holy Lord's voice suddenly rose, carrying an irresistible majesty. Immediately afterwards, a powerful aura swept out of his body, heading straight towards Long Yingtian like a violent storm.

This breath contained endless martial arts will and power, as if it was going to completely suppress Long Yingtian.

Long Yingtian glanced indifferently at the aura rushing towards him, without any fear or flinching in his eyes. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was laughing at the other party's overestimation. Then, he slowly

Slowly raise your palm and pat it gently.

boom!

With this shot, the originally menacing aura instantly shattered, as if it had encountered an irresistible force and disintegrated instantly.

At the same time, a more powerful force was like a volcanic eruption, spurting out from Long Yingtian's palm and sweeping toward the temple below. This force contained endless anger and unwillingness, as if to

The entire temple was destroyed.

"Is this going to destroy the temple?" Everyone in the temple changed their minds. They had never seen such a powerful force, and they never thought that Long Yingtian would be so crazy.
Chapter completed!