In the Eighteen Villages of the South China Sea, no one may know what kind of ship it is except Miaoshan and Mo Wuji.

No one knows why the ship has been driving for seven days.

In seven days, this mirage-like ship gradually condensed into substance, but it still did not appear.

Nearly a thousand ghosts flashed at the bow of the giant ship, and two groups of people were fighting on the hull. Their faces were blurry and they couldn't see clearly.

For seven days, there was constant vibration, and each vibration was like an earthquake.

Someone once sailed in the direction of the giant ship, but he would never be able to reach the giant ship.

Yulongshan, which has always been well-informed, is also at a loss. They don’t know what the ship is.

The gantry meeting is coming to an end soon.

It has been April since the end of March, and it is Qingming Festival in one day, which is when the Dragon Gate ends.

Many people from the secret sect who came to the South China Sea Ghost Village thought that this ship was a vision of the Yulong Mountain Longmen Club, so several big fishermen in Yulong Mountain remained silent about this.

Since this ship is not in trouble, what if you can compassionate with it?

Anyway, one day, it's time to return.

South China Sea, Lingguan Village.

This is one of the Eighteen Ghost Villages in the South China Sea and the first place to arrive in the cruise ship.

The posters who had been practicing for more than ten days and their guardians gathered together at this moment. Some fellow practitioners and the forces in the martial arts world who came to watch the ceremony also sat here.

"It's finally almost over. This time the dragon gate will be a bit too evil."

"This is also called evil? People in the secret sect often encounter more things than this evil."

"Don't talk about the strange power and chaos. Why not talk about who will be the first this time? The fish jumped into the dragon gate?"

"Zhang Moli, Zhang Moyi and his brothers are good, especially Zhang Moli, who is not only the owner of the Lingnan fishing building, but also the Lingnan fisherman Kang Ze highly praised him."

"I don't think so. He is too young to be in a state of great weather. Qiu Longtai of Kanto Fishing Building is the tough guy. The big fisherman Yu Yuanyu has not taken good care of anyone for a long time. This time, he specially invited Baishan Shaman Nalanqi to personally protect him, which shows his potential."

"I heard that Mr. Xun, Wuzhou, is also cultivating good seedlings. In terms of seniority, that kid is Mr. Xun's junior brother, but he is taking care of him like his grandson."

"The Wuzhou Fishing Building is no longer possible. To put it bluntly, it is still a dispute between the Guandong Fishing Building and the Lingnan Fishing Building."

"What about the fishing building in Jibei? I heard that the owner of Jibei is Zhao Feng, the true disciple of Yulong Mountain. The old lady Sui's personal true teachings!"

"Stop making trouble. I heard last year that something happened to the owner of Jibei Tower and has not returned yet. It is 80%..."

The speaker cut his hand across his neck, and his throat squeezed out with a "click" sound, which was inconvenient to say clearly.

There is no place to gather in the ghost village, and everyone is still on the cruise ship.

At this moment, a young man stood beside Nie Yuxuan. Mo Wuji and Miaoshan came over and called out, "King Nie Long, don't be fine. This should be Junior Brother Zhang, right?"

Nie Yuxuan nodded to the two of them: "You are here so late, the banquet is almost over."

"It's okay."

The young man next to Nie Yuxuan saluted and said, "Hundreds of carp gathered into a stream, and the dragon gate flew across to Tai Chi. Mo Li had met Senior Brother Miaoshan and Senior Brother Mo."

Mo Li, this guy, Miaoshan is not very familiar, but Mo Wuji has seen it.

At the second Nanzong Dao Conference, four people came to Yulong Mountain, Mo Li, Mo Yi brothers and sisters, Qiu Longtai, and Zhao Feng.

"Junior Brother Zhang's strength has improved rapidly over the years, which is gratifying." Mo Wuji said a polite and unskilled manner. The young man's face turned red and he said modestly: "I can't compare to Senior Brother Mo. The name of Liangyi Immortal made me provoke my body."

The two of them were greetings in the official office. After all, one side represents Fengdu Temple, and the other side may represent the future Yulong Mountain. You still have to say polite words.

The two were chatting, and Miao Shan next to him seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly became stunned: "Ten Death Seals?"

Mo Li's arm is a strange tattoo, an urn, and a Tai Chi fish on it.

Mo Wuji said: "When the Second Daohui of the Southern Sect, the Qin Dang family made the mark on Junior Brother Zhang."

Miaoshan suddenly realized that this person had something to do with Qin Kun.

Next to him, Nie Yuxuan let out a sip of wine and said suspiciously: "Where is Qin Kun?"

Miaoshan replied, "I didn't see him."

As she said that, Miaoshan found Nie Huzi looking into the distance. A woman walked not far away. She was wearing heavy makeup and smiling. Next to her was a beautiful woman with a charming charm, with a beautiful woman embroidered with fish patterns representing the big fisherman on her collar.

"Yuan Ling has met Nie Longtou."

The beautiful woman greeted Nie Yuxuan, and Nie Yuxuan nodded politely, "Senior Sister Yuan, Junior Sister Chen, I wonder if I have ever seen Qin Kun?"

Yuan Ling is the big fisherman in the Donghai Fishing Building. This time, Qin Kun is the owner of the Donghai Tower.

The poster Chen Ying appeared, where did Qin Kun go?

Yuan Ling looked at Chen Ying, and Chen Ying said politely: "There was no news from the Qin family seven or eight days ago."

ah?

Nie Yuxuan blinked his eyes. Qin Kun was too unreliable.

"Who gave you the Dharma Protector?"

Chen Ying suddenly smiled bitterly. What should I say?

Before leaving, Qin Kun left himself to several ghost kings. After dividing the incense skills, he rushed to protect his Dharma. Not only that, he also took the initiative to be a coach every now and then.

Chen Ying is definitely not the most talented one among the owners of Bafang Tower, but this Nanhai Longmen Club is definitely the best treated.

Six ghost kings train...who can enjoy this kind of treatment...

However, if this news is revealed, Qin Kun's image will plummet.

Chen Ying thought about it and could only keep smiling and said nothing.

Nie Yuxuan saw Chen Ying's mysterious smile, and it was hard to inquire. Yuan Ling next to him said, "Nie Longtou, although Qin Dang's family didn't come, another distinguished guest from Fuyu Mountain came. Do you want to meet him?"

Another one?

Nie Yuxuan looked in Yuan Ling's direction. A vulgar and thin old man was holding a plate and holding a pudding.

As the person gets old, he seems to be sweet. He has ice cream and snow top pudding. The old man picked up seven or eight of them, and finally picked up a piece of cake and tasted it leisurely.

Mo Wuji, Miaoshan was stunned. Have you never seen this person in Fuyushan?

Zhang Moli suddenly widened his eyes. He had seen this old man during the Second Southern Sect Conference.

"Senior Brother Nie, this senior is..." Miao Shan asked.

At this moment, Nie Yuxuan shook his slightly drunk head.

It looks like Wu Xiong from afar...

It looks like Wu Xiong close up...

From the side, Mom, it’s really Wu Xiong!

"Sir Wu?"

Nie Yuxuan shouted softly.

Wu Xiong turned around and smiled: "Yuxuan is here? Long time no see."

Seeing Wu Xiong smearing ice cream on his lips, Nie Yuxuan was so amused and crying: "Master, when did you come? Why don't you say hello?"

Decades ago, Wu Xiong was forced out of China by his close ministers and has not returned yet. When he was young, he and his junior brother Mo Wuji went to Nanyang to do business, and Wu Xiong took care of him more.

Wang Qian said that Wu Xiong is living a good life now, and he is blowing the sea breeze and basking in the sun. Who would have thought that he would actually see him here?

Master Wu? Among the current living predecessors in Fuyu Mountain, there is only one with the surname Wu.

Crazy Dragon Wu Xiong!

Before Yun Zun passed away, he appointed Wu Xiong as the leader of the Southern Sect, which shows that Yang Shen is involved in it.

This little old man who is not amazing is him?

Mo Wuji and Miaoshan dare not neglect.

"Flower Buddha Tathagata, Bodhi dust, Vajra skin and flesh, purple skeletons. Miaoshan of Buddha Forest Temple, I have met Senior Wu!"

"The Fengdu Nether Demon Thousand Faces Method, only my Tai Chi becomes the true body. The Yinpan Lingtai Three Flowers Tops, Yang Shikong, the Five Qi Souls. The Fengdu Temple Mo Wuji has seen Senior Wu."

Wu Xiong laughed: "Little monk in purple, little fairy in Liangyi, not bad, I have a successor to my life and death."

After saying that, Wu Xiong slapped his forehead: "I have been away from China all year round, and I have forgotten the etiquette."

He straightened his body, knocked his hand like holding a ghost's head, and replied with a tribute: "The blood rain in the sea transforms into heaven, and the five techniques are in the sky to cut off ghost bamboo! Cinnabar is like blood and ink is like fog, and the crazy pen is hanging on the map of the crazy dragon! Wu Xiong of the Fu Zong, has seen two friends."

Superb etiquette.

For the first time in more than 30 years, someone has heard it.
Chapter completed!