This time, the monarchy who attended the Jianghu Conference on Gufeng Mountain only had five famous families, and they were also the leaders of Jianghu in all parts of the Central Plains.

There are too many small schools, Jun Han, who is unwilling to take care of them. As long as these five big families are obedient, those little fish will naturally be no problem.

The space of the mountaintop hall is spacious, and it only accommodates six people and becomes spacious.

Jun Han sat in the head of the east, greeted him a few words and said, "I believe that the affairs in the sect are complicated, and I don't want to waste everyone's time, so I will just talk about this long story - I will call you to hold a meeting today, not to discuss any complicated matters, there is only a simple small problem. As long as you sign a contract with the court, it will naturally be solved."

"Does the Pavilion Master want to recruit us for the court?" The gang leader who spoke had a fat face, his muscles all over his body were tangled, and he looked like a wall wherever he was. He looked at Jun Han with contempt and said disdainfully: "It's a pity that we are not born to be a stake in official salary!"

Jun Han smiled and looked at the other party indifferently, "Master Wei is worried. If I want to invite you, I would have done it when I first came to Gufeng Mountain."

This is a firewood that carries fire, but this fire is not a heart-burning and anger, but a ghost fire that burns life.

They looked at each other for a while from the hall.

"What kind of contract does the Pavilion Master want to make with us?"

Jun Han stood up and walked slowly in the hall with his hands behind his back. "As the saying goes, the state has its own laws, and the family has its own rules. How do you rectify gangs? The court never asks about the grudges and hatreds between them. I can respect your rules of conduct. However, the national laws are above all. If your love and friendship must be opposed to the laws of the court, then I have to ask."

"Why did the Pavilion Master say this? Could it be that we are doing something that is against the court?" Tang Shen asked violently, and Jun Han immediately threw a cold look, "Does the Tang Sect Master think that only by committing rebellion is considered illegal?"

"Why do you have to force yourself to change your mind? I just want to say that even if you want to raise an army to ask for a crime, you must be famous, right?"

Jun Han smiled softly, "Come to ask for crimes? The leader of the Tang sect saw that I brought one army and one soldier? If there are no soldiers, where can I get the 'train'?" He sat back and said, "Some days ago, someone attacked Guanhaisi in various places, causing a large number of monster household registrations to be lost. This move directly hinders the actions of the court. This alone is enough for me to talk to you, right? Not to mention the previous pieces, if you want to count them carefully, I am afraid that you will not be able to pay the blame for the whole family." He spoke a cold tone, but a gentle and light smile. The two contrasted with each other, and they were cold and unrestrained.

"What evidence does the Pavilion Master have to prove that we are planning to attack Guanhaisi?"

"How can the leader of the Tang Sect prove that he had not done it?" Jun Han asked with a smile. Tang Shen's heart trembled in the first sentence, and his next sentence was really terrifying. "What's more, I do have so many evidence in my hand. Are you sure you want to see it? The original intention of my invitation is not to come up with you, but to make an agreement with you. Both parties will not interfere with each other in the future, and do their own ways. If the wells do not violate the rivers, I will not restrain everyone too much. It is enough to just ask for a few small conditions." He paused again, casually turned his fingers, and then he sank a little: "But if you really want to clarify this matter today, then I have to cater to everyone and talk about another thing. What should I do then? The national law is above, and I will never tolerate it."

Jun Han really didn't scare people these words.

There are now 32 Guanhai Divisions in various parts of the Central Plains, of which the former sites of the Xianmen occupy thirteen, namely the commander of the Thirteen Prefectures. Most of the former sites of the Xianmen Division are located in the ridges and dangerous cliffs, making it difficult to advance and attack, so they have not been attacked so far. In addition, the remaining nineteen divisions have been attacked several times, with great losses and greatly slowed down.

If Jun Han had the hot style of doing things before Tu Mie Immortal Sect, the one he brought to the gang leader today would probably not be Canghai Pavilion.

This statement really shocked the leaders of the gang who had been accustomed to the strong winds and waves in the hall for a long time. They exchanged glances with each other. After a moment, one of them finally compromised: "I dare to ask the Lord what conditions we want us to agree to."

Jun Han raised his hand and held the samurai beside him and walked out of the hall with the support case, delivering the contract that Jun Han had drafted early in the morning to each gang leader.

The hall was quiet for a moment.

"If you think there is nothing wrong, please make a note."

After reading it at a glance, Tang Shen finally couldn't suppress the violent evil fire in his heart. He tore the contract to pieces in a few seconds, stood up and cursed: "Jun Han, you're too bullying!"

There is a one-show in the contract that the five gangs will each send a direct descendant as hostage to the contract.

Jun Han stood his head sideways and waited quietly for him to curse.

"I really want us to be your lackeys? Let your orders!"

Jun Han raised his eyebrows and said, "Send?" He smiled lightly, waved his hand, changed into a leisurely posture, and said, "As long as you don't break the contract easily, your relatives will naturally be the guests of my Canghai Pavilion."

"The Pavilion Master wants us to be the hawks of the court, so we must not resist?" The Sect Master Wei then stood up, pinched his internal force and shook the contract paper into pieces.

Since Jun Han went up the mountain two days ago, Dongyu's rain has not stopped. Sometimes it is pouring heavily, sometimes it is drizzling, and it is drizzling continuously. Looking at the sky, the water still remains unabated. At this moment, there is a thunder sound, which seems to set off the tiger-like voice of the leader of Wei Sect.

Jun Han still sat steadily on the chair, watching the five gang leaders in the hall tear up the contract, stood up and released their murderous intent, and still smiled faintly.

"Haoter? Do you think you are not the people of Dali?"

Jun Han has a fearless demeanor since childhood. He has experienced countless blood and blood today. He has also stepped on several steps to the gate of hell. How could he be afraid of the threat of these five people?

Of course, he also knew how these five sects who were besieged by him more than ten years ago could suddenly have the courage to fight him hard today - they just felt that he was weak and they had already buried manpower in Dongyu City. As long as the signal was released, they could immediately attack the mountains and trap the evil wolf in the cage.

Even if there is a Canghai Pavilion at the foot of the mountain, it cannot save Jun Han who fell to their swords.

Jun Han watched them make a fuss with interest, as if they were watching the stage through the Hongxiao, and there was no danger of the people in the game.

"We are all people in the world, and we have never been treasonable, and we will never be allowed to be hawks in the court."

People in the world like to despise the imperial court, but most of them hide it. These five people dared to blatantly despise the imperial court in front of Jun Han, the great marshal of the world. What a great backer buried under the mountain to have this confidence.

Jun Han held his smile and glanced coldly in his eyes, "Today's contract is the last chance I have given you. If you refuse, you can really commit a crime of treason. You can choose to break it yourself, or we will send your coffin out of the country in person." As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his body tightening and lowered his eyes. He saw that it was a thin chain wrapped in shallow flames, tighter and tighter. The spell was tied into the spiritual vein, which was quite painful.

"Demon-binding rope?" Jun Han raised his eyes lightly, "I was very prepared." He was still interested in talking. In the hall, the leader of the Wei Sect poured an internal force into the sky, collapsed the roof into a hole. Heavy rain poured in, and immediately poured a pool of water. The signal fireworks rushed against the rain, and the dazzling smoke pierced into the hall from the cave, which was still a little dazzling.

Since Jun Han came, he was at ease with the monster-bound rope, "Are you planning to deal with me here and declare freedom in the world?" He spoke lightly, not like a hostage tied up, and the meaning of watching the show only increased and did not decrease.

The leader of the Wei Sect picked up his Nine-ring sword with one hand and pointed his blade straight at the tip of his nose. "There are rules in the world of martial arts. We don't want to take your life, we just want to ask you and your Canghai Pavilion to get out of the world."

Jun Han raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, "So that's it. If you guess correctly, you all the sects have surrounded Canghai Pavilion now?"

The five people ignored them.

"It's very easy to ask me to roll down from this position. According to the rules of the world, it's just to defeat me."

Tang Shen sneered when he heard this, "The Pavilion Master has already been a knife and he wants us to win." But as he said, a terrifying spiritual force suddenly burst out from Jun Han's body. The demon-bound rope was next to him like a weak grass facing the wind. He didn't even need to exert force, and the spiritual rope naturally scattered and fell off.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the master of Wei Sect had already fallen, but he didn't know how Jun Han flashed. His heavy knife fell, and only the chair was smashed.

Jun Han himself walked behind them slowly for two steps. Just after the rain in the hall, the broad-sleeved black robe swayed in the wind. His back looked free and easy, but the mysterious crown on his head was lightly glorious in the faint light of the rain curtain. The remaining silver hair was particularly eye-catching against the black robe.

He looked at the sudden rain outside the door and sighed leisurely, "I mean, there is no need to embarrass you to take out this third-rate product."

A thunder struck down, and the roar was shaking endlessly. The rain outside the door was gray and dark. His back was made of this, and it became a bit of intimidating, like an evil god who was seeking life, and even more like a warm demon.

After shattering the demon-binding rope, his spirit was hidden in a low-key manner. This gentle aura misled the five gang leaders and even made them forget that Jun Han was the living king of hell with a rare achievement that was beyond the reach of mortals.

They underestimated Jun Han's strength too much.

How could a powerful general who can play on the battlefield be able to play with power?

The five people were stunned by the broken chairs, and they all began to regret showing off their guys with anger.

Jun Han turned around and said, "Do you still want to continue?"

Only the leader of the Wei Sect, with the heart of "how can a knife that is unsheathed without any blood", pestle the sword on the ground and smashed a brick and stone, "If you want to hit it, you can beat it, so there is no such nonsense!"
Chapter completed!