The appearance of Yang Tao is a sign, and the arrival of the mountain ghost has ignited the topic.

The melon-eating crowd who had been drinking tea and watching operas before, guessing the identity of each person who appeared quickly changed the topic. Just like a tea party, they began to discuss the hot topic, and who would be the next master to appear.

After all, it was just early in the morning, and most experts may still be on the way.

This reaction is understandable, but it also caused another problem, that is, everyone's attention is all placed on top experts, and the arrival of the invitations that are not difficult to be the original intention will not cause any more trouble.

This made the middle and upper-level masters a little frustrated. Such a dull reaction made them, who were once sought after, no matter where they went, had some psychological gap.

But this is not a bad thing.

Especially for those experts who have already made up their minds and have to keep a low profile no matter what happens today, the scene in front of them is the best.

It is best to come in a low-key manner, then walk in a low-key manner, wave your sleeves, and not take away a cloud.

People with passionate blood naturally have people who cherish their lives. Not everyone is willing to give everything for the right things, it has nothing to do with right or wrong. This is human nature.

"Here you come!"

Waiting is always hard to bear. As time goes by, people's sense of expectation is constantly rising. In the anxious waiting, someone suddenly shouted, which attracted everyone to watch.

But on this Chongming Island, in front of Zhenhai Tower, there were bustling crowds of people around, but no new visitors were seen.

“Where?”

Someone asked in a verbal question, and the first person who spoke pointed to his ear and said:

"Listen, the wind has changed."

"Um?"

This answer is in vague, but immediately a keen person feels that the wind direction has changed, and it is getting stronger and stronger, and the wind is blowing from all around.

Mixed in the sea breeze outside Chongming Island, there was even a squeak, as if some kind of monster was about to appear from the wind.

"Bang"

The sudden loud noise made the eardrums hurt. In the astonishment of the melon-eating crowd, a giant object descended from the sky against the wind, causing a strong wind to blow, like a storm descending. The gray wind was born at the source point and knocked down toward the surroundings, and the blowing crowd fell.

It was like a strong wind passed by. Some warriors with almost no martial arts skills were even knocked to the ground. Some unlucky guys were pressed down below and let out repeated screams of pain.

Just when he was in a hurry, a guy who was closer to him tried hard to support his left arm in the wild wind, protect his eyes, and then looked up.

I saw a monster with bloody patterns on the face, red gueguyu eyes, mouth full of fangs and teeth, more than ten feet tall, three feet long, and snow-white fluffy all over his body, squatting in front of him.

The two tails shaking, and each time they shake, they will bring out gusts of wind. On the limbs, there is also a blue wind swaying. The huge body is like a white tiger, casting the cold shadow on the man.

It made him stunned for a moment, and his instinctive fear of the strange thing in his heart suddenly made a shrill shout.

"Monster! There are monsters! Run!"

He crawled backwards on the ground with his hands and feet in his hands and feet, and he was very embarrassed. It was not a big deal that the man was making a big fuss. After the next moment, after the chaotic wind dissipated, the snow-white monster appeared in front of the crowd.

The other bold warriors did not perform much better than this coward. They said that they were both wars, and some of them were overreacting, and even pulled out swords on the spot.

Although they themselves knew that swords could not protect them in front of such monsters.

After all, the ordinary sword is not as long as the monster's fangs stabbed at the mouth.

“Be quiet!”

With a shout, he heard from Bai Ling'er's furry ear, Zhang Lan played with the black fan and scolded the warrior in front of him who was scared to death:

"Your terrible scream scared my young master's cat! If you scream again, let it eat you!"

The man immediately covered his mouth, and there were traces of wetness on his crotch.

Taoist Ziwei, who was sitting on Bai Ling'er's head, shook her head, flashed and landed in front of the warrior, reached out to help him with real true energy, and then bowed to the crowd around her, carrying the Tai'a Divine Sword, and slowly walked into the courtyard.

The purple Taoist robe sways as she walks, and the treasure looks solemn, with a very talented demeanor.

There are many people who know Taoist Ziwei.

The Taoist priest's appearance, in terms of the visual impact, was really shocking. When Zhang Lan suffered Bai Ling'er, she saw the white tiger monster shrinking into the cat like a balloon, and then jumped into Zhang Lan's arms lightly.

This scene surprised everyone again.

"Go, a bunch of uninformed guys."

The young master Xihua defeated the treasure fan with a silhouette, and a few moments later, a black smoke yarn was wrapped around the white long gown, as if it was covered with dark light. Everyone was aware of it, and they took a few steps back together, fearing that the smoke yarn would be touched.

He also watched Zhang Lan step into the courtyard with awe.

"Haha, this evil man from Wangchuan Sect is so powerful."

Someone in the crowd whispered, which caused everyone to nod. Indeed, it was very majestic. If possible, who wouldn't want such a cool monster to carry on?

Handsome martial arts and handsome mounts are the dreams of all men.

As a storm passed, the big guy began to talk about the origin of the monster again. Some people said that it was the bloodline of the white tiger in the north, and some people also quoted classics and brought up strange beasts in mountains and seas.

No one knows whether it is true or false, but at least the people who eat melons have fun chatting.

Soon, a little iron came over with a monster-like war horse. Although the impact was still very strong, it was a bit worse than Zhang Lan in terms of fashion.

But with Xiao Tie's personality, I don't care about this.

By the time the sun was over, tables and chairs were placed in the courtyard, and the invitations were filled with the yard. This was true in the courtyard, and the Zhenhai Tower must have been filled with guests.

In this ghost place, the upper and lower classes are very differentiated, and Penglai also brought the style they respected here.

The fifth floor of Zhenhai Building is divided into three areas.

The first, second and third floors are welcomed by experts on the ground list, and the fourth floor is between the ground list and the sky list. The highest floor is the sky list. Those who cannot enter the building are all rising stars, or those who have already secretly defected to Penglai's middle-aged and low-ranking tourists.

When the people outside the yard were sneered at them, their faces were also embarrassed, but they could only pretend that they didn't hear it. Some of their mentality had completely changed, so they completely ignored the fingers and pointed at the fellow gangsters.

Not everyone has enough confidence in the warrior side in this battle. Some people saw the scenes of Lin'an with their own eyes and thought that the fellow practitioners in the martial arts world were very powerful, but compared to Quansheng's ancestor, they were afraid that they still had no chance of winning.

Others had no way to get off the boat at this time because they had been on the boat for too long, so they could only grit their teeth and follow Penglai to the black road.

All the people have come. According to the ideas of the melon-eating crowd, the drama that has been prepared should be staged at this time, but there are still warriors waiting for the last few people.

For example, Pure Yoko.

For example, the leader of Wangchuan.

There is also the mysterious master who briefly appeared in Lin'an City and used the green jade bamboo.

"Someone is here again!"

The crowd was restless and finally waited for the last line.

With a shout, the wind and thunder echoed again. In the wind swept through the residual clouds, pale thunder swept from the sky to the courtyard, hitting the ground like falling thunder, and the bricks and stones were cracking. A woman who was harnessing the wind and thunder and like a demon, holding a thunder sword fan, fell from the sky, and fell into the courtyard with a roar of thunder and fire.

The moment she landed, the thunder sound that swept across the Zhenhai Tower suddenly subsided. As everyone watched, a few strands of thunder traces like tears on their foreheads were scattered, and the power of ghost martial arts was dispersed, and they returned to Lu Yuniang's usual form.

There was also the flowing wind blowing the white dress, making the girl look like a god. Seeing her coming with her own eyes, there was a burst of noise in the crowd.

Many warriors who have been to Lin'an are extremely upset. If they had known that the power of ghost martial arts was so domineering and cool, they should have obtained a book of the Introduction to Ghost Martial Arts when the martial arts realm was still there.

Those warriors who have collected ghost martial arts are secretly happy. They only need to wait until the era of spiritual energy revival, and they can have more ways to protect themselves and become stronger.

Yu Niang scanned the courtyard for a week. She closed her hands on her abdomen and said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"The sect leader is coming, and you can still look back.

Those who do not want to go to Penglai to fight for their lives or are forced to obey Penglai, now hand over the Penglai order and leave Chongming Island. I, Forget Chuan Sect, protect you and others' safety, can still save your life!"

This was said without any hesitation, which made the faces of nearly a hundred people sitting in the courtyard look stern, and several of them change a little.

After a few breaths, several people stood up, threw the token in their hands on the table, and quickly left the courtyard. Although there was discussion in the crowd, no one laughed at them.

All for survival.

Not shabby.

Lu Yuniang said loudly:

"After leaving here, go to Suzhou, there is only people who will arrange for you to wait for the way. There is no need to worry about Penglai's revenge, nor do you have to worry about all the past. As long as I, Wangchuan Sect, is still one day, I will be free of my life."

After saying this, many people stood up. Under such circumstances, Wangchuan Sect promised him, and his face felt relieved.

After Lu Yuniang finished speaking a few words, one-third of the people scattered in the courtyard. There were windows on the fifth floor of Zhenhai Tower, and many people were looking at them.

There is a master of Hidden Tower in the building, and it is probably not that easy for people there to leave.

"Buzz"

A figure flashed, Lu Guizang, carrying a sword, was wearing green clothes and fell into the yard. He stood with his third sister, raised his head and looked at the fifth floor of Zhenhai Tower in front of him.

He said in a deep voice:

"After the last question, if there is still something you want to leave, leave now! When I wait here, no one can stop you from turning back!"

"Let's go."

On the fourth floor of Zhenhai Building, Zhang Lan, who was drinking tea, also stood up. Xiao Tie and Shan Gui, who were at the same table, moved their bodies and stood up. Zhang Lan played with the fan and wrapped her body in cigarette yarn, and the sound spread across the third floor.

He looked at the Penglai waiters serving around him, and said with some provocation:

"I am here and my brothers. I want to see who dares to stop you from walking out of this door!"

"The guest was joking."
To be continued...