One after another, after Yuanyewan entered the capital from the airport, more and more martyrs or apostles appeared.

There has never been so many overseas people coming to Jingcheng International Airport once a day, all kinds of people and dressed in different styles.

Martial law was already on the airport, and Cheng Yuan leaned on the police SUV at the airport gate, lit a cigarette in his hand.

Around them were police officers wearing police uniforms, standing with their hands behind their backs and their bodies were straight.

Countless ordinary people passing by looked over curiously, wondering which big figure could have such a big show this time.

Then, a large number of foreigners walked out of the airport entrance, and of course, there were also domestic martyrs mixed in.

Several people from the Poji family stared at each other in the monitoring room, while the staff members were constantly comparing and confirming the identity of each person.

These people will not stand there and let you confirm and distinguish one by one. If the staff sent over are not enough, all you can do is to use your memory to remember them firmly and compare them in your mind.

Yan Ting and the other two looked solemn. They watched the people leave the crowd without walking other routes on their own, and felt a little relieved.

Since it comes for the Daohui, there must be certain rules. At least, obeying the arrangement is necessary. It is not that you don’t believe it, but that you are properly prepared. Who knows if someone will take the opportunity to make trouble in the capital at the beginning of the Daohui?

Ordinary passengers walked through another passage under the arrangement of airport staff. Although some people were puzzled, they naturally understood after seeing such a large array on the side.

Ji Xu followed the outsiders, put his hands in his pockets, and hung them slowly behind him. As the person in charge here, he of course had to send these people out, and Cheng Yuan and others were responsible for the arrangement.

Among this big ticket, except Yuanyewan, there are no natural disaster-level existences. There are a few captain-level people, but not many.

When he arrived at the door, he didn't look anymore. Ji Xu turned around and went back. Although he could see the person's actions just by perception, the situation was special at this time, and it would be a little trouble if it caused unnecessary misunderstandings. It would be nothing to take a few steps.

The superiors definitely did not imprison or something about the people who came for the Taoist association, but arranged a unified foothold for them. In order to confirm everyone's whereabouts, the same was true in the past, and they all understood it.

The phone vibrated, and Cheng Yuan sent a message, "The people from the foundation have arrived, guess who led the team?"

Ji Xu thought about it and responded, "I don't know."

"Ferman, one of the three pillars, has a Chinese name Jiang Yuanshan. He is also the suitor of the southern guards, be careful."

Ji Xu was speechless, "What should I be careful about?"

"You killed Lin Guanhai's apprentice, and it is rumored that you lost Lin Guanhai's face in the Demon City, and she indirectly killed your confidante. Do you think there is any hatred?"

"You said it was a rumor. Besides, does this have anything to do with this guy?" Ji Xu sat down on a chair on the second floor, a little bored.

"Hehe, don't care about these apostles overseas. Besides, you have dealt with the foundation a lot, it seems that you have destroyed a lot of their actions."

Ji Xu saw Cheng Yuan's gloom, but after he mentioned this, he thought about it carefully that he had indeed dealt with the foundation a lot.

There were also Fengcheng in Qingshi, Xue Lian and the two middle-aged men who were killed by him in Jingming Lake. Thinking of this, his spoils "Annihilation" at that time were detained by Zou Shang.

Thinking of this, Ji Xu was a little dazed for a moment. Although more than a year had passed, he really felt that things had changed.

After entering this industry, many people I met have fallen one after another. Those who are familiar with are Mi Jiajia, Ye Lin, Qin Huai, Zou Shang, and even more are unfamiliar but have intersections, such as Su Yaoxian, Mo Hanshan, Xue Lian, Jin Su, Wen Kai, Liang Changming, etc.

It didn't take long, but everything left a deep mark in its experience. Everyone has a story about themselves, which made Ji Xu remember. This is his growth path and is unforgettable.

...

At night, in a courtyard.

This place is really big enough. In the winding old alleys in the capital, several courtyards are combined together and circled into a courtyard similar to a square.

Of course, this is not the venue for the Daohui, but the meeting between various forces from home and abroad.

The main thing is the communication between those top forces.

The International Foundation, with a group of seven people, has no Chinese members, and is led by Jiang Yuanshan, one of the three pillars. Except for him, they are all captain-level strength.

In the Temple of the Gods, there were four people, and there were no Chinese people. The team led a middle-aged man named Norton, who looked quite kind, and the other three were also at the same captain level.

Twelve people came to the Divine Cult, all of whom were wrapped in black and white robes. They looked a little cold and weird, but they had the best attitude and looked completely obedient.

The Yuan family was divided into two camps, Yuan Yeman, who was alone, and the other three. The former had no expression on his face and slightly closed his eyes. The latter had a hint of arrogance on his face, but it was not done on purpose, as if he had been used to this expression since he was a child.

The rest are some of the same strong peers.

There were martyrs and apostles who participated in the realm of blood and smoke, and some predecessors or younger generations who came to watch the ceremony. In short, there were many people, with hundreds of people.

Ji Xu leaned on the door frame in the corner, and the shadow blocked half of his body. The moonlight shone, pulling on the ground.

"Mr. Ji alone?" The sound of slow footsteps came from beside him, and Xiao Lu, in a decent suit, walked over.

Ji Xu looked at him and was quite surprised, "I didn't expect it to arrive so early."

The venue for the Taoist Association is good here, but the place to compete is in the small cave that leads to here. According to previous procedures, the hidden veins of these aristocratic families in China will definitely come after they officially enter tomorrow. For example, this is often the last one.

"No, I just come and see who are coming first." Xiao Lu smiled, "After all, there are many geniuses who participated in the Taoist meeting this time."

Ji Xu nodded and did not respond much.

Not to mention top forces like the Foundation, just from other small families present, there are many talented people.

The road to cultivation is like a big wave to wash away the sand, the key is who can reach the end.

After the vice president of the academy in front said something, everyone disbanded. The rooms around had been arranged long ago, and everything was available. Of course, this did not limit their freedom, but if they left and went to other places, they would definitely say it first.

After all, this is China, not their home court.

The crowd quickly passed away, and the "relevant departments" were responsible for security matters, that is, the institution where Zhou Li was located. There were some disciples from the academy, but the people in the academy were not very good-looking.

It was not because of any dissatisfaction with the Taoist association and responsibilities, but the look of the people present looking at them.
Chapter completed!