The most powerful system in history

Chapter 183 The only skill that does not require cooling

One night passed, and when the next morning, the bell that had rang once again began to ring again.

"clang"

"clang clang"

Accompanied by the sound of the bell, the entire Wanxian Yuntai seemed to wake up at this moment.

All the monks, regardless of the many fifth-rank sects in the palace or those fourth-rank sects, left their residences at this time and headed for the center of Yuntai.

There is a huge square.

It was the place where the reception desk used to be, and now monks from the entire nine counties of Qingzhou gathered again.

And they are all strong, if they are casual cultivators, they must be at least at the peak of Condensation, and if they are sects, they must be at the fourth rank to be eligible to receive the invitation letter.

Gathering together, all of a sudden, powerful qi soared into the sky.

"If these people and the sect behind them can be plundered, the scene will not be too beautiful."

Wu Liang, who had just left the other courtyard with his four daughters, saw a large number of monks in the square, his eyes lit up, but his thoughts were crooked.

If these monks knew of Wu Liang's plan, they would have to kill Wu Liang with a single strike.

Fortunately, Wu Liang was called in time.

Needless to say, the only person who knew Wu Liang here and was willing to greet him was Wei Qianjin.

He is also miserable. The majestic owner of Wanxianfang City and County Branch was forced to become Wu Liang's "creditor".

Moreover, this creditor does not enjoy the high-ranking treatment of being forced to pay at all, but is more like a suffering master, and he needs to greet Wu Liang carefully.

I was afraid that something might happen to Wu Liang, and that huge debt would just disappear.

There's no way, it's like this these days, the one who owes money... is the boss.

"Sect Master Wu, here!"

Wei Qianjin waved to Wu Liang and the other five, and when Wu Liang walked over with the four daughters, he found Wei Qianjin's feet.

No, it should be said under the feet of all people.

The whole square is emitting a faint light.

Faint rays of light emerged, dividing the entire square into squares of various sizes.

At this time, the place where Wei Qianjin was standing was a small square.

Faintly, Wu Liang seemed to see a line of small characters appearing in the square, among which the three characters of Jiudingzong were clearly visible.

Following Wu Liang's gaze, Wei Qianjin immediately spoke.

"Sect Master Wu's eyesight is really vicious, and this is indeed the location of the Nine Cauldron Sect."

As soon as Wei Qianjin finished speaking, Wu Liang curled his lips and said directly: "Isn't this a little small, Wanxianmeng is so stingy?"

When these words came out, Wei Qianjin almost choked to death.

"Sect Master Wu said cautiously that within the Ten Thousand Immortals Cloud Terrace, resources are allocated according to the cultivation level of the visitors and the level of the sect. The Jiuding Sect is naturally well-known in our Zhenwu County, but when we leave the county, the Jiuding Sect will be very famous. There is only one brand of the fourth grade."

"Besides, there are only five members of Guizong's entire clan, so this seat is very spacious. Look at those fourth-rank sects in other counties, they are so crowded."

Wu Liang heard that, following Wei Qianjin's finger, he saw several people from the fourth-rank sect, the disciples and suzerain standing in a very crowded square.

The pain of others!

It is Wu Liang's happiness!
"Pfft", Wu Liang smiled shamelessly.

"Alright, my suzerain reluctantly accepts."

Hearing this, Wei Qianjin's eyes could hardly be restrained.

But at this moment, the sky trembled suddenly.

Everyone raised their heads subconsciously, and suddenly saw a huge pavilion flying from a distance, and stopped in the sky above the center of the square in an instant.

"Boom~"

"Boom"

As soon as it appeared, there were a total of eight terrifying air mechanisms descending from the pavilion.

There are all monks from the fourth-rank sect in the field, which one is not sensitive.

But at this time, the more sensitive the perception, the more disadvantaged it will be. Some monks who are not determined will immediately feel as if there is a mountain pressing down on their hearts.

This pressure is eight mountains.

Too bad!

Of course, they were just some low-level monks with weak minds, most of them came from some fourth-rank sects, and they came to open their eyes with their suzerain masters, and then suffered a big loss.

Like Wu Liang's Nine Cauldron Sect, there are five people in total. Although the eight qi mechanisms are perverted, Wu Liang has completely transferred them to the Shanhe Cauldron.

No response!

Out of kindness, Wu Liang also helped Wei Qianjin next to him.

After all, he is a creditor, and sometimes Wu Liang is quite kind.

Wu Liang released Wei Qianjin with a light pat, and he reciprocated by giving Wu Liang a little inside story.

"Sect Master Wu, the eight on the head are the eight leaders of the Ten Thousand Immortals League. They come from eight sixth-rank sects in the eight counties of Qingzhou. Thousands of years ago, these eight sixth-rank sects fought against the powerful sects in other states invasion, they merged to form the Ten Thousand Immortals League."

"Since then, in the nine counties of Qingzhou, there is only the sixth-rank sect of the Ten Thousand Immortals League. In the future, when monks in the Taoist palace appear, most of them will only have the choice of joining the Ten Thousand Immortals League. If they don't... Cough cough."

Speaking of the key point, Wei Qianjin finally remembered her identity.

Although he also wanted to reveal the dark history of the Ten Thousand Immortals League, but he was a small boss in the Ten Thousand Immortals League, with eight super bosses on his head, Wei Qianjin was still too timid.

Wu Liang cast a glance at Wei Qianjin, and then asked, "Eight leaders? So which one is the leader?"

"With ten years as a round, the eight leaders take turns in charge of the Ten Thousand Immortals League. Now it is Jianwuming Sword's leader, but after this Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, it will be Lu's turn."

"Oh, by the way, leader Lu is still the patriarch of the Lu family, the number one family in Qingzhou. If you count by power, the Lu family should be the strongest in Qingzhou."

As long as no dark history is involved, Wei Qianjin's answer is still very happy.

After listening to Wei Qianjin's explanation, Wu Liang suddenly remembered the discussion he heard outside the Ten Thousand Immortals Casino.

Among the four competitions of the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, the most attractive one is of course the final martial arts competition.

Whoever wins the championship of the martial arts competition can become the number one pride of Qingzhou's younger generation. This has been the default rule of the conference for many years.

And now, it seems that the son of the sword lord participated.

Then the son of the next leader, the head of the Lu family, also participated.

Thinking of this, Wu Liang suddenly said: "I heard that the sons of the two alliance leaders both participated in the martial arts competition. From your perspective as an insider of the Ten Thousand Immortals League, who is the strongest of these two little guys?"

"brat?"

Wei Qianjin was speechless again when she heard the words, and thought to herself: Those two are one year older than you, how about they call you little guys.

"Forehead……"

Just when Wei Qianjin was seriously thinking about answering Wu Liang, Wu Liang answered himself.

"Hey, it doesn't matter who is stronger. The key is that I also participated in the martial arts competition. You said that after the two little guys are defeated by the suzerain, will they ask their father to come out to help!"

"You know, those dandy young masters all have this virtue."

"If you don't agree with each other, activate the only skill that doesn't need to be cooled... call it dad."

Just when Wei Qianjin was about to roll his eyes to the back of his head because of Wu Liang's words, a voice from above saved him.

In the center of the pavilion, a middle-aged Confucian with a slender body and exuding a terrifying sword intent suddenly stood up, then suddenly pointed downwards, and at the same time spit out three characters.

"Ascension to the cloud platform!"

"Boom"

Accompanied by his voice and that finger light, the whole square suddenly shook, and an incredible movement happened the next moment.

(End of this chapter)