Under the disappointed gaze of the golden bearded guest, Ning Chuan gritted his teeth and followed everyone, walking forward.

You can clearly feel the atmosphere from all directions that looks extremely solemn.

The masters gathered together in groups of three and three, whispering.

However, along the way, Ning Chuan quickly showed doubts.

Didn’t it be said that the two sides had gathered more than 2,000 people?

Why does the Wumeng look like there are only a few hundred people?

And the psychopath of the sword ghost is not there either.

"Boy, you go down and rest first, don't run around, there will be a task left to you later!"

The golden beard suddenly sent a message to Ning Chuan's mind again. He dared not order Ning Chuan in front of his master, so he could only speak to him through voice transmission.

But little did he know that his voice transmission was no different from speaking loudly in front of an old psychopath.

As soon as it was heard, the old psychopath could hear it clearly.

"Who are you calling me? I didn't have the same knowledge as you just now, and I still dare to call me now? The little bastard has rebelled you, call me Uncle Third!"

The old psychopath's tone sank.

The golden bearded guest changed his face in fear, and he quickly spoke to Ning Chuan, "Uncle Third Master..."

He cursed inwardly.

Ning Chuan was speechless again.

"What's the matter that can't be said openly, and you have to sneak up on it? Where did you get the problem?"

The old psychopath said coldly.

"Yes, yes, it's not a big deal, it's just... I just want the third uncle to come and clean up the battlefield."

The golden bearded guest smiled honestly.

"Sweeping the battlefield? It's just a fart. You third uncle also do this kind of work yourself?"

The old psychopath frowned.

"Master, this sweeping the battlefield is not the real meaning of sweeping the battlefield, it has other meanings."

The golden bearded guest quickly explained and smiled bitterly, "Since half a month ago, we secretly tried seven or eight waves with the masters of the Holy Alliance, we have gradually developed a strange habit, that is, every day at dusk, both sides will choose a fixed location and send seven or eight elder-level figures to fight.

No matter what the result of this fight is, once it reaches midnight, the elder-level figures on both sides must immediately withdraw and return to their respective camps.

At this time, the battlefield will be left to the juniors to clean up.

But it is actually a test. The younger generations on both sides will also have various battles during the cleaning process, but there are also time limits. Once it is dawn, the younger generations on both sides must clean the battlefield and withdraw their respective camps in time.

This is why I haven't seen many masters along the way. Many elder-level masters have now gone to the battlefield to press the formation."

"There is still this?"

Yang Xiong frowned and showed surprise.

Even Ning Chuan looked weird.

Specially free up space for battle?

Is this a house-playing house?

How could it be played like this?

"In short, this strange habit was actually developed by both sides through constant testing. At the beginning, the masters of both sides gathered here and could still stick to their own responsibilities and stay in their respective camps.

But in order to prevent the other party from suddenly attacking at night, both sides later sent some elder-level figures to patrol around.

But unexpectedly, while patrolling, the masters of both sides met together, and when they encountered each other, they started a big battle over various problems.

But the problem is that the top leaders of both sides do not want to expand the war, so they agreed that other places will not patrol in the future, but will only patrol the area around Tianlang Valley.

But what this means is obvious. It means that the patrol masters sent by both sides can fight in the Wangyue Valley area, but other places can no longer continue to fight.

So, this habit has gradually been maintained now."

The golden bearded guest said helplessly.

I see!

Ning Chuan suddenly realized.

"So now the sword ghost has brought people there?"

Yang Xiong asked.

"Yes, but people of the second uncle's level cannot be easily played. Otherwise, it will only make the conflicts bigger and bigger. Now the two sides have agreed that only seven or eight elders will be produced on one side. No matter what the result is, they will withdraw until midnight."

The golden bearded guest said.

"Since that's the case, then I will go there with your third uncle in the evening."

Jin Lingxiao said in a low voice, "We are now known as the [Two Heroes of the Martial Alliance] and have already made an oath to be inseparable. Of course, wherever he is, I will be there!"

"But this...is...isn't it good, right?"

The golden bearded guest's face changed.

If the other party knew that Jin Lingxiao had come on stage, that would be fine.

It will definitely trigger a chain reaction from the other party.

Yi Tianqiong, the leader of the Tiangang Temple on the other side, would definitely rush over immediately.

"What's wrong with that?"

Jin Lingxiao glared at her eyes.

The golden bearded guest shrank his head and didn't dare to say more.

Next they entered the wooden house and began to discuss important matters.

Originally, people of Ningchuan could not come in to listen, but because of the forced binding of a super boss around him, no one dared to let him go out.

In this way, Ning Chuan and Jin Lingxiao were invited to the middle position to sit high, looking like big shots, quietly listening to Jin Ran Ke and others quickly analyzing other situations for them.

Ning Chuan was a little restless from beginning to end. There were too many big shots in the wooden house. These people glanced at him from time to time, making him feel uncomfortable.

In this way, while his anxious waiting, the sun slowly sets.

Finally, it was late at night.

The discussions in the wooden house also began to end immediately.

As soon as he walked out of the wooden house, Ning Chuan breathed a long breath and finally felt that the atmosphere on his body was no longer so depressing.

"Small…"

Just as the golden bearded guest was about to shout, he suddenly slapped himself and changed his words, "Uncle Third Master, time is coming soon. We must rush to [Wangyue Valley] as soon as possible to avoid the time being."

"Okay, how can I go?"

Ning Chuan nodded.

"Just come with me. Li Xuanyu, Wu Xingyun and others have been familiar with the battlefield in broad daylight."

The golden bearded guest spoke.

If it weren't for his master here, he would have arranged people to send Ning Chuan over long ago.

At this moment, the golden bearded guest had to take Ning Chuan and Jin Lingxiao and rush towards the distance.

Fast all the way.

It's only about half an incense stick.

The golden bearded guest led Ningchuan and Jin Lingxiao into a huge canyon at the westmost part of the Divine Sword Valley. Only when he arrived at this canyon did he truly understand what a sword tomb was.

I saw all kinds of broken swords everywhere.

It is dense, numerous, and different types.

At first glance, there is no end to see.

As soon as they arrived, Ning Chuan heard the sword ghost laughing, and obviously he was pestering everyone to ask all kinds of strange questions.

Ning Chuan immediately looked in the direction of laughter.

I saw a hill not far away.

A large group of figures stood there, looking towards the vast canyon.

The sword ghost in the lead laughed and hugged a woman wearing a white dress, who was in her 20s and 28 years old, and she kept asking questions. The woman asked her with helplessness and a bitter smile.

As soon as Ningchuan and the other two arrived, a group of elders reacted and quickly looked back.

When everyone saw the golden bearded guest coming, they showed a little surprise, but soon they looked stunned and saw Jin Lingxiao who was following behind.

"Leader..."

"The leader has arrived, too?"

They were both surprised and happy, and quickly came over.

Even Jiangui was stunned. He quickly looked back and scratched his messy hair with his palms, saying, "My senior brother and that kid come together? My senior brother's mental illness is cured?"

"Senior Sword Ghost, I'm going to visit the leader first. Your questions are so profound. You'd better ask others."

The beautiful woman made an excuse and quickly withdrew.

"Leader!"
To be continued...