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Chapter 280 Forced, Liuyun Mountain
Crunch!

Two boys in white slowly pushed the door open.

Taoist Huanglong and Taoist Mu Yi walked slowly into the Swallow Tower, one after the other.

Facing us is a spacious hall with good lighting, and beams of golden light are pouring in from the windows. Swallow-shaped wind chimes are hung under the eaves, swaying gently with the wind coming from outside, making crisp sounds.

Inside the hall, there is a long round table in the middle.

There were six seats around the long table, five of which were already occupied, leaving only the Lingxiao Sect seat vacant.

As Taoist Huanglong entered the room, a lot of scrutinizing eyes also fell on him.

Although he was obviously late, Taoist Huanglong showed no sign of guilt.

He nodded slightly.

Then his eyes quickly swept across the hall.

Facing the main gate, sitting in the main seat was the leader of the Wuji Sword Sect, Meng Huan. Among the remaining forces, the representative sent by the Lieyang Sect was the girl-like Ling Weizi. The representative of the Jiangzhou Li family was the supreme elder, Li Wangchuan. And the representative of the Hanzhou Yuan family was a burly man wearing armor, like a fierce general.

As for the Liuzhou merchant's seat, there sat a young man wearing a red cross-collar and a black skirt. He was about thirty years old and had an elegant temperament. If it weren't for the black long sword hanging around his waist, he would look like a student traveling abroad.

Next to the young man, there was a young girl with a bun, a light blue short jacket with a cross collar, and a white printed long skirt. At first glance, she looked only about 17 or 18 years old. She had fair skin and two dimples at the corners of her mouth.

She was clearly pursing her lips, but she gave people the feeling that she was smiling.

As if he had noticed Taoist Huanglong's gaze, the young man with a samurai sword hanging from his waist put down his teacup and smiled at him. Taoist Huanglong's face became unusually serious and he nodded in return.

He recognized the young man.

This person's name is Gong Changxiu, and he is the elder of Changyue Liuyun Mountain.

Although the overall strength of Liuyun Mountain is not as good as the Jingming Sect where Taoist Huanglong is, its overall strength should not be underestimated. There are many powerful people in the earthly immortal realm in the mountain, and it also controls a small incomplete world in Changshengtian, which can be regarded as a profound foundation.

The moment he saw Gong Changxiu, Taoist Huanglong remembered some news.

It seems that an elder of the Shang family lives at the foot of Liuyun Mountain and holds a high status in the mountain.

The Mythology Battlefield is both a danger and an opportunity, and now it has landed on the Skeleton Plain. In this turbulent time, it is very likely that a sect with a deep foundation like Liuyun Mountain will take this opportunity to intervene. Moreover, in the near future, other sects in Changyue and even the surrounding areas are likely to make some moves.

As for the girl standing next to Gong Changxiu.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the current head of the Shang family, Shang Mengting.

She is of the same generation as Li Lingxiu, Qin Shunying and others, but the Shang family is special. Shang Mengting is only a hundred years old, but she is already the helmsman of a large family. However, since she came to power, some of the decisions she has made are indeed good. The power of the Shang family has been steadily advancing, and the relationship with other immortal clans has also been maintained well.

If the Mythical Battlefield hadn't arrived...

When Taoist Huanglong saw Gong Changxiu appear here, he already knew that the Shang family, like the Lingxiao Sect, were planning to evacuate from the Jiang-E area.

When Master Mu Yi mentioned that Su Heng was undefeated in a battle with the Heavenly King, Taoist Huang Long was still a little skeptical. But now that he had seen Gong Changxiu, he was 90% sure, and his expression became even more arrogant.

Taoist Huanglong walked forward to his seat in the Lingxiao Sect, pulled out the bench, but did not sit down.

Instead, he just reached out and slapped the table!
boom!
The tabletop shook, raising a circle of dust.

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes fell on Taoist Huanglong. Except for Gong Changxiu who had a faint smile on his face, the others either had blank expressions or had a gloomy aura about them.

These people are all powerful people in the Tiangui realm. They have strong mental strength and their emotional changes can even slightly affect the outside world.

For a moment, in the hall of Swallow Tower.

The originally bright sunlight now seemed much dimmer.

"Ahem!" Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, Taoist Huanglong coughed lightly. He turned around and looked directly at Meng Huan. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his words were a little cold, "No matter what you discussed before, Lingxiao Sect will withdraw from Qizhou and return to the main line."

"Okay!" Meng Huan put down the teacup in his hand and nodded slightly.

The Lingxiao Sect is a branch of Taoism. Facing a test, it is not surprising that they chose to flee in the face of danger. This was a choice that was expected by everyone.

The key issue is how to let them leave and how much resources they can take away from Qizhou when they leave.

"The Lingxiao Sect can leave, but they can only take the core members of the sect with them. Those outer disciples and other intertwined forces must stay." Meng Huan looked up at Taoist Huanglong, a faint light flashing in his clear eyes, and said fearlessly.

"We have to take the people away, and we have to move the resources of Qizhou as well." Taoist Huanglong supported the table with one hand, looked down at him with a sneer on his face, "This is an internal matter of our Taoist sect. We are willing to come here to inform you, which is already a courtesy to you."

Taoist Huanglong said, "You should know my background, so I'll be frank with you. I have a bad temper, and if we get into a fight, it will be embarrassing for everyone."

“For thousands of years, you have absorbed countless resources and population from Qizhou. But now that the catastrophe has come, you just leave like that and abandon tens of millions of people in Qizhou. I’m afraid this is not a good idea.” Seeing Taoist Huanglong’s domineering look, Li Wangchuan on the other side finally couldn’t help but speak up to dissuade him.

"Shut up!" Taoist Huanglong turned his head and shouted coldly, "Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me!?" Being humiliated in public like this.

Li Wangchuan's face suddenly turned red and he became angry.

At this moment, Taoist Huanglong snorted coldly, opened his eyes wide, and glared at him fiercely. Along with a spiritual force spreading outward, distorting the air and forming ripples. Suddenly, there was a crisp sound from the chair under Li Wangchuan's seat, and cracks spread and exploded directly.

In the mental collision just now, Li Wangchuan was suppressed and fell into a brief daze.

This time he lost his balance and sat down on the ground.

He was covered in dust and looked quite disheveled.

When he came to his senses, his face was filled with shock and anger. But he didn't dare to speak anymore. He just clenched his fists and looked coldly at the two Taoists Huang Long and Mu Yi.

Following the conflict between the two, the few whispers that were originally in the hall suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The atmosphere seemed even more gloomy, as if water could drip out.

"Huh!" Meng Huan sighed softly. Things had developed to this point and there was no way they could be resolved peacefully.

If we allow the Lingxiao Sect to leave with its people and resources in a swaggering manner as Taoist Huanglong said, it would be equivalent to draining all the resources in a state at once.

The war between mythological battlefields involves the confrontation between two worlds.

Various factors such as the number of strong people, resources, population, etc. need to be considered.

The war has not yet begun.

They suffered direct losses of manpower here.

This will put them in a seriously disadvantageous situation, and the impact on morale is also far-reaching and cannot be ignored.

"Do you really want to be so heartless as to ignore the millions of people in Qizhou and the lives of the common people?" Meng Huan looked at Taoist Huanglong and said calmly.

"Haha!" Taoist Huanglong laughed out loud as if he heard a joke.

He snorted coldly, "As an old Taoist, I only want to live a long and happy life. What does the life and death of the people of the world have to do with me?"

"Okay!" Seeing his attitude, Meng Huan knew that it was useless to say more.

In the end, you still have to see the truth with your own hands.

"I've heard for a long time that the Jingming School has profound Taoism. I wonder if I can have the honor to learn from you." Meng Huan stood up from his chair, lowered his right hand, and gently touched the hilt of the sword hanging on his waist. He looked at Taoist Huanglong calmly, and a sharp aura radiated outward from his body.

"You are quite courageous young man, to dare to fight with me, an old Taoist." Meng Huan was only over two hundred years old, and was inferior to Taoist Huanglong in both cultivation and age.

The name given to this young man by Taoist Huanglong is actually reasonable.

However, he looked proud and raised his chin slightly, as if he had Meng Huan in his grasp. "Unfortunately, my Taoist lineage is not the only one who wants to leave here."

"Isn't that right, Elder Gong?" Taoist Huanglong turned sideways and looked at a young man in his thirties wearing a red cross-collar.

Gong Changxiu stood up from his chair, nodded slightly towards Taoist Huang Long, and said with a smile, "Greetings, Senior Huang Long."

At the same time, his aura was no longer hidden.

The spiritual realm spread out like beams of hazy morning light. Although it was only confined to a three-foot range around the body and was not ostentatious, the threatening aura in it was self-evident.

The young girl standing next to Gong Changxiu, Shang Mengting, the owner of the Shang family, had an apologetic smile on her pretty fair face.

He first bowed slightly to Meng Huan, and then said softly, "I'm sorry, seniors, the merchants also have to move away from the Jiang-E area."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present looked a little unhappy.

The two strong men who were above the level of Tiangui and came from famous families were powerful and suppressed Meng Huan. The burly armored figure of the Yuan family was shrouded in shadows, expressionless. Ling Weizi clenched her fists slightly, with a trace of worry in her smart eyes.

Li Wangchuan stood aside, looking to be in his seventies, with white hair, like a minion, and filled with unbearable anger.

Meng Huan's expression remained calm, but he suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked out the window.

Such a subtle movement is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

And everyone present, almost subconsciously, looked in the direction Meng Huan was looking.

boom!
There was a loud bang and the ground shook violently.

(End of this chapter)