Zhang Yi didn't say anything, that is, Fang Yi's master is not a broad-minded person.

The rules of Fang Yi and his team are very strange. Before entering the realm of cultivators, they always let their disciples die by themselves. However, the so-called self-destruction here has a limit, that is, the older generation is not allowed to attack them.

More than a hundred years ago, cultivators from the Eight Western Kingdoms followed their troops into China and accidentally killed a disciple of Master Fang Yi. This time, he stabbed a hornet's nest. At that time, a person came out of Master Fang Yi and almost destroyed dozens of Western cultivators.

You know, those cultivators who entered China at that time were many masters who were equivalent to the foundation-building stage cultivation level. This was already the top combat power of Western cultivators, but in the end they only escaped. Once the news came out, it caused a huge sensation.

This is also the main reason why China has not participated in the conference organized by the superpowers for more than 100 years, but no one dares to look at China. The lifespan of cultivators is very long. The bloody incident that happened in China a hundred years ago has made many people still feel scared.

Two cars drove out of the airport under the night sky inconspicuously, and no one knew that in the ordinary car in front, the current crown prince of Britain, the future king. More than an hour later, the car parked outside an ancient castle.

"Isn't this superpower conference held in London?"

Sitting in the car and looking at the tall and majestic castle outside, Wei Mingcheng was a little confused. Through the high iron fence, you could see a lot of lights in the castle. Obviously, Fang Yi and the others were not the first people to arrive.

"It's the first time for Brother No. 1 and the others to come here. Just follow the customs." Fang Yi patted Wei Mingcheng on the shoulder, pushed open the car door and walked down.

"Um?"

As soon as he got off the car, a dangerous aura popped up in Fang Yi's heart. Following the origin of the slightest breath, Fang Yi found that in the grass of a big tree in the iron fence, there was a black leopard lying on his back. If it weren't for the pair of eyes that were glowing green in the night, Fang Yi would probably not be able to recognize him at first sight.

"What's wrong? Fang Yi." Zhang Yi, who was following Fang Yi, stopped when he saw Fang Yi stopping, and his eyes also followed Fang Yi's gaze.

"That leopard is not simple." Fang Yi whispered: "Brother, if you don't use weapons, it's not easy to kill this leopard."

Fang Yi has a new understanding of the strength of these European families. The beast guarding the gate is no less than the acquired warriors, which shows how profound the Windsor family is.

"Don't worry, you guys, this is a pet that we keep."

Charles, who had already got out of the car in front, saw Fang Yi looking at the leopard's direction, and couldn't help but reveal a strange look in his eyes. He walked over and said, "This leopard is a alien species in the Alps. It is very gentle to the guests, but to the enemy, it will be a killer in the dark night."

To be honest, Charles' surprise at this moment was no less than Fang Yi's, because this was a dark night leopard.

As the name suggests, the Dark Night Leopard is the king of the Dark Night. In the darkness, even the lions, tigers and other beasts are not its opponents. The Dark Night Leopard's greatest ability is to hide its whereabouts. When it is discovered by the prey, the Dark Night Leopard's sharp teeth are already biting the prey's throat.

In order to obtain this dark night leopard, the Windsor family dispatched several high-level cultivators and guarded the Alps for more than a year. This is thanks to the Windsor family having a good relationship with the descendants of the Sea God. Otherwise, it would be impossible for ordinary people to hunt the Dark Night leopard on the territory of the descendants of the Sea God.

The adult dark night leopard cannot be tamed. The Windsor family captured the dark night leopard leisurely, and then trained by specialists to become the dark night killer who guards the castle. With the dark night leopard, even the vampire called the smelly bat by the Windsor family could not sneak in in the dark.

These days, Charles has brought a lot of people to the castle. Whether it is day or night, the Dark Night Leopard can always perfectly hide its body. This is the first time that it has been discovered like this today. When Charles looked at Fang Yi, a little warrior, his eyes also had a slight scrutiny.

"Fang, how did you find this leopard?" Charles, a typical Western personality, asked Fang Yi directly.

"As soon as I turned my head, I saw two gems on the ground. After a closer look, I realized it was a leopard." Fang Yi didn't blink when he spoke, and there was a curious look on his face.

"Really? Is it because of its eyes?"

Charles did not expect Fang Yi to give such an answer, and was stunned for a moment, because he could not tell whether what Fang Yi said was true or false. If the Dark Night Leopard had exposed his whereabouts because of his eyes, it would be a bit ridiculous.

"Well, I thought there were treasures everywhere in the West." Fang Yi's joking tone made Charles relieved, thinking in his mind whether to make an eye mask for Dark Night Leopard.

However, Charles forgot that the reason why Dark Night Leopard became the King of Dark Night was that it would be so easy to reveal its whereabouts. In fact, Fang Yi felt a faint sense of hostility at first, and then discovered Dark Night Leopard.

"It seems that my ability to restrain my breath can be hidden from the senses of the warrior, but it may not be able to hide it in front of this leopard." Fang Yi felt a little alert in his heart. It seemed that before he could practice his ability to hide his whereabouts, at least the leopard felt his own threat.

"Several, please come in. In order to welcome friends from China, we will hold a grand dinner today, and many people are waiting for you." Charles glanced at Fang Yi a few times, and after not seeing any clues, he led everyone into the gate of the castle.

Although there was a lot of space in the castle, all the cars were parked outside the castle. Walking into the castle along the garden with typical Western architectural characteristics, Fang Yi and others suddenly became brighter.

On the ceiling of the castle hall, countless crystal lamps were hung. The light shone on the walls covered with gold foil, reflecting the gorgeous brilliance of the magnificent hall. The high ceiling walls and the artificial hand-painted oil paintings on the surrounding walls all demonstrate the luxury and nobility of the castle.

The hall almost occupies the entire first floor of the castle, with a very large area, but there are not many people in the hall. In the hall, which can accommodate hundreds of people, there are only twenty or thirty people scattered in every corner, some are talking, and some are quietly reading books.

When the gate of the ancient castle was pushed open from outside, all eyes focused on the gate. Fang Yi, who was walking at the end of the few people, could clearly sense that some of the gazes that were on Song Tianyu were kind-hearted, while others were hostile.

"Song, my old friend, I'm very happy that you can come to this conference." There are enemies and friends. When Song Tianyu and others just stepped into the hall, a dark-skinned old man with a low figure came over.

Although the castle with a fireplace burning at this time was as warm as spring, it was almost several degrees below zero outside. The old man dressed very strangely. His upper body was completely naked and his dark skin was covered with various tattoos.

The old man had holes on his lips and nose, with a nose ring and a mouth ring hanging on each of them, and a leather skirt around his waist, and a strong and wild aura was exuding all over his body, looking like a savage walking out of the wilderness.

"Babru, I'm glad to see you here."

Seeing the person coming to greet him, Song Tianyu quickly walked a few steps, hugged the man intimately, and said, "We and the African people have always been good friends. This time it was us you invited, so I will naturally come here."

"This man is a wizard from a large tribe in Africa. Our country once built aid to that tribe."

Zhang Yi, who followed behind, whispered to Fang Yi and Wei Mingcheng, the identity of the old man, and the friendship between China and Africa was established decades ago when China tightened its belt and helped build Africa.

The friendship at the national level also allowed the Hidden Group to establish a relationship with the cultivators of Africa. Since there were some similarities between African witchcraft and Chinese witchcraft, the Hidden Group had a lot of interactions with the African cultivators, and the interactions were much greater than those with European cultivators.

"Sir, ladies, our friends from China have arrived. I believe that many friends know Song and some don't know them. Let me introduce here that Song comes from an ancient family in China."

In such an occasion, Charles knew that his identity as the British crown prince would not be valued. In fact, even Charles himself was not proud of his identity as the crown prince. His family with profound backgrounds was recognized by everyone.

"Song, long time no see. The wine you gave me last time has been finished. When will I get some more for me?"

"Zhang, you are here too, haha, we haven't seen each other since we were in Moscow last time. Come on, let's have a drink."

Chinese practitioners have been involved in international affairs over the years, but they rarely compete for anything with others, so they have a good reputation. Not only is Song Tianyu having a wide range of friendship, but Zhang Yi also knows many people on the scene, and almost half of them are dealing with the two.

Whether in China or in the West, the world of cultivators always regards strength as respect. Among these people who say hello, perhaps their ancestors have participated in the incident that happened in China a hundred years ago. But first, it has been a long time, and secondly, there is a head of injustice and debt, and they cannot impose hatred on all Chinese people.

"Brother No. 1, we have a good reputation."

On such an occasion, Wei Mingcheng seemed a little excited. It was not until today that he realized that he had truly entered the circle of cultivators and had also seen a world that was completely different from the past.

"It's not all friends." Zhang Yi curled his lips when he heard this, looked at a corner on the right with his eyes slanted, and said, "The guys over there are not many good things."

"Where are these two people from? They are actually monks, why do they look so like fat and thin-headed guy?"

Following Zhang Yi's eyes, Fang Yi and Wei Mingcheng saw two people sitting in the corner. Both of them were bald, wearing red clothes that looked a bit like monk's uniforms, one tall, one short, one fat and one thin. At first glance, Fang Yi and Wei Mingcheng couldn't help but think of the Fat Head Tuo and the Fat Head Tuo in a novel.
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