Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

Bai Yu turned his head and looked at Xiao Shuihan. The eyes of the most handsome man in the capital were as clear as a crystal, and so sincere that it seemed as if they had not been polluted by knowledge.

He said, "Okay, let's do it."

Is Long Jianquan doing this to increase his own voice, fearing that Mu Yaoxi alone is not enough?

In this way, two parties in the Sixiang Hall support him, and he has great decision-making power.

Hey, I just came here to have a meal, why am I forced to sit at the negotiation table?

He had a headache.

Nangong Shan narrowed her eyes and frowned more and more tightly.

She thought she had overestimated Bai Yu. His achievements in alchemy were high enough to affect the Nangong family's century-long plan.

But based on her analysis of the intelligence at hand, she only regarded Bai Yu as a cash cow, so the topic just mentioned was all about alchemy.

Only now did she realize that she had made a mistake of preconceived ideas.

We only saw Bai Yu's attainments in alchemy, but ignored his other sides.

This is an all-rounder!

Alchemy is really just his side job. He didn't say that he was not interested in money just now, not to show off or be arrogant, but because he really thought so, and he had the confidence and hard power to support his words.

His real strength lies in his realm of cultivation.

It lies in the hard power of the extraordinary people!

It lies in his potential to be infinitely close to Huang Qixia!

Besides, he is different from Huang Qixia!

This year's Jiaoyang leader stays in Phoenix Terrace all year round, never goes down the mountain or cares about worldly affairs, wanders in the sea of clouds all day long, does not care about the world's situation, and will not harm anyone's interests. She is just aloof and powerful... She is actually very likable like this, because she doesn't care about worldly affairs, so she won't break the balance.

But what about Bai Yu?

He is a very talented alchemist.

He has more supporters around him.

The bloodlines of the two innate heroes will sooner or later step into the fifth level and be canonized as saints. If he himself is canonized in the future, he will have Bai Potian, one of the Ten Evils, with him.

What a terrifying force this is.

Although it has not yet taken shape, it is enough to make people feel scared!

There are only four Martial Saints in the Martial Saint Pavilion nowadays!

Long Jianquan gave him absolute support... This was enough to prove that some of his speculations were not groundless.

I'm afraid that Bai Yu's victory over the Tyrant is genuine. His potential is by no means as bright as the moon, but as high as the sun.

...If this is true, everything needs to be carefully considered. I must report back to the head of the family as quickly as possible after returning.

Nangong Shan really wanted to notify her family about the meeting right now, but the dinner hadn't officially started yet.

At the same time, the man who was talking to Ren Nanbei outside the door also stepped into the Dragon and Phoenix Hall.

Bai Yu recognized the other person's identity before he took off his hood.

Lin Haiya.

One of the current bright moons, the true successor of Wusheng Pavilion, and the disciple of Sword Saint Huo Qiushui.

He had a battle with Hua Yuzhang back then, and Bai Yu also fought with him, but at that time he was wearing the vest of the Editor of Destiny.

But I didn’t expect that not long after, Bai Yu would be able to sit at the same table and talk with the other party without having to change his identity.

It seems that Lin Haiya came here as the leader of Xuanwu Hall.

As Haoyue, he is fully qualified to command one of the Four Symbol Halls.

He is also a disciple of the Martial Saint Pavilion, so his identity and position are completely consistent.

"It is rumored that Lin Haiya doesn't like socializing. I didn't expect him to show up." Su Ruoli said in a voice transmission.

"This is the truth. That's why there's more than one person coming from the Martial Saint Pavilion. There's also..."

Before Mu Yaoxi finished speaking, a woman with heroic features walked into the hall behind Lin Haiya. She looked to be in her twenties, dressed in a smart sword robe and had a capable temperament. The sleeve below her left shoulder was empty, and there was no left hand.

"I'm Huo Haitang, the senior disciple of the Martial Saint Pavilion." She introduced herself: "Good evening, everyone... It's a pleasure to meet you all."

A sentence floated up quietly.

"It's too early for you to be happy."

Chapter 469 High-End Game

There are always some people in the world who kill the conversation as soon as they open their mouths.

As soon as it appears, the atmosphere will instantly drop to minus ten degrees Celsius, like zombie meat that has been frozen for ten years.

Bei Mingque is probably one of these people.

Even in front of people of the same level, he showed no intention of restraining himself at all. He glanced at everyone and directly confronted Huo Haitang.

——You are happy too early.

Who is Huo Haitang?

She is a direct relative of Sword Saint Huo Qiu Shui and also the eldest disciple of Martial Saint Pavilion.

In addition to being in charge of the Xuanwu Hall within the Shenwu Division, he also served as the Shenwu Division's Pacification Envoy, and within the Shenwu Division, he had both supervisory and decision-making powers.

This person is actually not very famous or high-profile in the capital. Huo Haitang is nearly forty years old and is of the same generation as Nangong Shan.

When she was young, she was also a stunning flower in the capital, with impeccable talent and background. In the past two hundred years, she would have been fully qualified to sit in the prominent position.

Unfortunately, compared to this generation of geniuses, she is a little bit behind.

The previous generation's Jiaoyang and Haoyue basically had the same fate as Huo Haitang and Nangong Shan. To put it nicely, they retired when the time came, and to put it bluntly, they were beaten to death on the beach by the next wave.

If we say that there are different situations within the Martial Saint Pavilion, with conservatives, neutrals, and reformists...

The Sword Saint and Fist Saint factions are conservative factions. They have the largest number of true disciples and also have more say.

The newly promoted Flower Saint Hua Jianlei and Fire Saint Yan Wuji have fewer and younger disciples, and do not restrict the behavior of the true disciples.

Huo Haitang holds the final say in the Martial Saint Pavilion and represents its face, while Lin Haiya is the core of the Martial Saint Pavilion.

To treat someone to a meal for the sake of appearance, you may have to kill someone for the sake of chastity;

The face cannot be stained with dust. Once blood is shed, the inside must be contained. If it cannot be contained and it is spilled on the face, it will be a matter of destroying the family and the sect.

As Bei Mingque started to provoke, Lin Haiya raised his eyes and looked over. The indifference in his eyes faded away. After he took off his hood, people saw that there was always a knife behind him, pressed against his spine.

The atmosphere in the Dragon and Phoenix Hall was a bit tense. Several people felt like they were standing between sharp blades and extremely cold winds. The warmth that Nangong Shan had brought in before was torn apart by the cold wind and the sword intent.

"I came here to eat today." Huo Haitang smiled faintly, making it impossible to tell what she was feeling. "Does Bei Ming Hao Yue not welcome us? If you tell us directly, we can leave."

"Everyone knows the real purpose of today's banquet. If you weren't interested, you wouldn't come." Bei Mingque said indifferently, "Even if you don't want to come, you can't."

Huo Haitang said slowly, "If we don't come, we'll always make some mistakes, and it won't necessarily be a good thing for you."

"Is this what your master meant?"

"It's the intention of the Martial Saint Pavilion."

"You won't let go?"

"We can talk," Huo Haitang said. "Politics is the art of compromise."

Bei Mingque sneered: "Politics? Since when did a canonized saint have to talk about politics..."

A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes. "The Martial Saint Pavilion has occupied the Four Elephants Hall for so many years, so it's only natural for them to exchange it back. Yet, some people are forcibly obstructing our use, treating it as their own private property. This isn't politics; it's pure selfishness."

"Martial Saint Pavilion, we've crossed the line!"

"To be more precise, it's the Sword Saint who has crossed the line—doesn't he have a few years left?"

Bei Mingque's words triggered thunder, and the small Dragon and Phoenix Hall was filled with at least three fourth-level artistic conceptions.

The first one came from Lin Haiya. He had already pulled out an inch of the blade. This blade, which had been tempered thousands of times to the peak, was sharp enough to kill a hundred people and defeat a thousand cavalry even if it was only an inch.

The second force came from Bei Ming Que. Since he was determined to launch an attack, he was naturally prepared to face the hostility.

This Ruyi Pavilion is the property of the Sword Saint Huo Qiu Shui. He actually doesn't mind turning the surrounding area into ruins. He has no scruples at all.

The third state of mind was more unexpected. It came from Nangong Shan, who was originally watching from the sidelines. She tried to use her state of mind to protect the three people around her from being implicated, because Bai Yu, Su Ruoli and Mu Yaoxi's cultivation was less than the fourth level.

As luck would have it, at this moment, a long-haired girl outside the door was holding dishes in her hands and was about to start serving them. As soon as she entered the door, she ran into the confrontation between two Haoyues. It was like a little hamster caught in a fight between a lion and a tiger. Even a trace of the aftereffect would be enough to severely damage her soul.

Even with one more person present, Bei Mingque and Lin Haiya still had no intention of stopping. Instead, they intensified their confrontation with each other.

Xiao Shuihan frowned.

Huo Haitang was about to speak.

The little girl named Cheng Li outside the door felt like she was about to be crushed by two mountains. Her cultivation was barely at the first level, and this was not something she could interfere with. Even if it was just the aftermath, it would be fatal to a transcendent who was not strong enough.

The dish in her hand was knocked over, and the boiling soup and food spilled out. It would cost her more than half a month's salary to repay for knocking over a dish, but she couldn't care less about that now. She wanted to escape, but her legs were covered with a layer of light white frost. She felt a sharp pain in her brow, as if stabbed by a knife, like an animal lying on an operating table, being slaughtered. In intense fear, tears flowed out and condensed into white frost in mid-air.

……Mother……

Cheng Li cried in her heart out of fear.

Almost instantly, two figures flew out, broke through the antique windows of the Dragon and Phoenix Hall, and crashed directly into the carp pond in the atrium, splashing water more than three meters high.

If this were a storyboard for an animation, the picture could be divided into different small pieces, showing the expressions of the people present clearly: Nangong Shan's surprise, Xiao Shuihan's realization and admiration, Su Ruoli's indifference, Mu Yaoxi's fist-clenching encouragement, Huo Haitang's astonishment, and Ren Nanbei's appreciation and unexpected calmness in his eyes.

The two people who were thrown into the courtyard were naturally Bei Mingque and Lin Haiya, the two bright moons of the world.

The two people who stood up from the pool in the atrium were even more stunned and confused. Although they had just concentrated their minds and artistic conception, they did not relax their attention on others. Just before being hit in the face by the iron fist, both of them realized that they would be hit, and they felt that there was no need to dodge at all, because with the blessing of artistic conception, they would not be hurt at all.

But now their faces hurt.

This punch broke through the artistic conception and hit the side of the face directly. It was not so much fast as it was "heavy". It felt like my body was sucked in and hit by a punch.

The two Haoyues looked at the person who threw the punch at the same time. Who else could it be standing in the center of the Dragon and Phoenix Hall?

Bai Yu, a rising star with a cultivation level of only the third level.

What he did was simple: he stood up from his seat and punched the two men in the face twice.

Added some star power.

He didn't care whether his attack was shocking or not. Instead, he walked to the front of the waitress outside the door, looked at the girl kneeling on the ground, trembling with tears, and squatted down to ask, "Are you okay?"

"I, I..." Cheng Li survived the disaster and felt infinite grievances as soon as he opened his mouth. He wanted to cry loudly, but he didn't dare to for fear of attracting more people.

There was already quite a commotion just now. The foreman in bright red clothes walked over quickly. He was frightened to death by the scene and didn't know what was going on for a moment. But he knew the people from Wusheng Pavilion, as well as Huo Haitang, Lin Haiya and Ren Nanbei, and he knew from the beginning that tonight's dinner was not simple.

Seeing Cheng Li, a migrant worker, knocking over dishes and sitting on the ground crying, he didn't care about anything else and just went over to say something nice to her.

"I'm so sorry, dear guests. She's only been here a month or two, so she's not very agile. I'm really sorry to have disturbed your enjoyment of the meal."

"I'll send someone to clean up right away, and then I'll serve you a few of our specialties."

As he said that, he wanted to pull Cheng Li up and drag him to the back to avoid being accidentally injured by a few great gods here.

Bai Yu glanced at the foreman, whose outstretched hand froze. He gave two embarrassed dry laughs and then retracted his hand, standing aside fidgeting.

"Is there anything wrong?" Bai Yu asked for the second time.

Cheng Li was already awake at this time and immediately shook her head: "I, I'm fine, thank you, thank you for your concern... I'm really fine."

Bai Yu said, "Ruoli, come and take a look."

After a quick check, Su Ruoli said, "I was a little frightened, and my soul was slightly damaged."

Mu Yaoxi also said with a hint of sarcasm: "The power of the fourth-level artistic conception of the two contemporary Haoyues is extraordinary. It really opened my eyes."

"Our Martial Saint Pavilion will compensate this young lady for her medical expenses and mental distress." Huo Haitang took over the conversation, "It was my junior brother who was reckless this time..."

"Is 'reckless' enough?" Bai Yu asked in a low voice.

Huo Haitang was puzzled.

"Can you just brush it off with a simple excuse of 'children don't understand'?"

Huo Haitang raised his right hand: "Five times the compensation, that should be fine."

Bai Yu's eyes deepened. "You could have stopped at any time, but none of you did. You're all adults, including Dangshi Haoyue. What should you do if you do something wrong? Haven't your parents or teachers taught you?"

Nangong Shan looked surprised: "Are you going to...?"