Today I hold the world

Outside the Changsu Gate, at the foot of Huaiyang Slope, there was a bustling crowd of people, and the casual practitioners who practiced Qi gathered in twos and twos, heading towards the Maple Leaf Forest.

Above their heads, the seniors who established the foundation drove their respective flying spirit weapons, either alone or with the younger generation, and flew directly to the Zhike Pavilion outside the Changsu Gate.

An old man in black dragged the girl slowly through the crowd, and people deliberately avoided wherever he passed, because the old man who walked with his eyes closed was a foundation-building senior.

The girl had bright eyes and bright teeth, and her little feet were nimble, and she looked up at the people flying in the sky from time to time.

"Grandpa, you are also Senior Foundation Establishment, why are you walking on the ground?"

The girl seemed to be complaining, but she couldn't explain it clearly, so she could only raise her head and ask.

Knowing that his granddaughter was tired, the old man took her little hand to the edge of the avenue, bent down and found a small gourd, pulled off the lid, and the mellow fruity smell wafted from it, which should be a drink like spirit fruit wine.

Passing the gourd to his granddaughter, the old man stroked his goatee and said hoarsely: "Grandpa, I can't fly anymore~"

The little girl took a sip of the spirit fruit wine, and Baza sipped her mouth, "It's really delicious~"

The old man coughed, "Although the wine is good, don't be greedy..."

Before he could finish speaking, the little girl shook her head and said in a childish voice:

"Although the wine is good, don't be greedy for the cup, and hide the joys and sorrows in your heart; although you are old, you should avoid decay, but you can make three friends through life and death; those three friends, help the willows coldly~"

The old man smiled and patted his granddaughter's head, "I know everything by heart, don't just talk about it."

"How come, the little frog's grateful heart can show the sun and the moon!"

The girl who called herself Little Frog raised her arms and opened her palms to show the old man the small three-color bell in his hand.

After the granddaughter had almost rested, the old man continued to drag her to the Zhike Pavilion outside the Changsu Gate.

"Grandpa, look at those people whose cultivation level is worse than mine, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

"They are here to do small business. If they run too slowly, there will be no stalls."

……

"Grandpa, look, there is a little mouse squatting on that sister's shoulder~"

"Well, it's just the lowest level spirit beast [Ear Mouse]."

……

The grandfather and grandson chatted all the way, and soon reached their destination.

Outside the gate of Changsu Gate, there is a wide vermilion pavilion, and the foundation-building monks from all over the place need to go in and return the invitations.

The grandfather and grandson walked into the Zhike Pavilion, and the old foundation building monk Su Qingyang who was in charge of receiving them was quite well-known in the Huaishan area and had a wide range of connections.

"Fellow Daoist...hahaha, blind Meng Jianglou Meng, you old bastard is still alive?"

Su Qingyang didn't recognize who the blind man was at first, thinking that there were too many guests today, he just checked the invitation and let him go after a few greetings, he never wanted to see his old friend.

Meng Wa, who was not half as tall as a man, saw that Sumen Zhuji cursed his grandfather to die, pouted and rolled his eyes at him.

When old friends meet, they naturally want to have a good chat, but it's a pity that Su Qingyang really doesn't have time today, so he can only chat briefly and make an appointment later.

After leaving the Zhike Pavilion, the two were led by a Zhike in the late stage of Qi training, and walked towards Maple Leaf Forest.

Tomorrow is the opening day of the 'Chongyang Hunting Banquet' hunting ground, and the last small auction will start today. If there is something suitable for my own use, Meng Jianglou will not miss it. After all, this trip involves life and death.

Meng Wa pursed her mouth, and as she walked, she silently cursed that long-bearded long-bearded Sumen Zhuji, who kept on being an 'old thing' the whole time, completely ignoring his grandfather.

The more I thought about it, the more irritable I became, my little foot kicked the stone on the ground, the little bell tied around my waist somehow fell to the ground with 'dingling~'.

As a foundation-building monk, Meng Jianglou could naturally sense that his granddaughter's bell had dropped.

Before he could remind, the gray-clothed youth walking towards him lowered his head and picked up the small bell.

"Senior, please stay behind~"

A clear voice stopped the grandfather and grandson surnamed Meng, and it was Zhong Ziyan who spoke.

A smile appeared on Meng Jianglou's wrinkled face, and he had a good image of this young man in his heart.

Meng Wa turned around and saw the big brother with a clear face and starry eyes holding his own bell in his hand, he lowered his head and touched his waist, and sure enough he was gone.

"Your bell fell~" Zhong Ziyan squatted down and returned the bell to Meng Wa.

Meng Wa was stunned for a moment, and when he took the bell in his hand, the man had already got up.

Zhong Ziyan was in a hurry to go back to meet Tao Patriarch, and he didn't plan to chat with the two of them too much. He heard the blind senior speak hoarsely, "Thank you, little friend~"

"It's a little effort, see you again, senior~" Zhong Ziyan returned the salute, turned around and left.

Looking at the thin and tall figure, Meng Wa gradually blushed for some reason.

Meng Jianglou tightened Meng Wa, "Girl, don't be angry, grandpa and old man Su had a good relationship in the early years, and he has no malicious intentions~"

Didn't she know that her granddaughter's thoughts were no longer on cursing Su Qingyang.

At this time, Zhike disciple urged, "Senior Meng, today's last small auction is about to start, let's go quickly~"

The three of them walked quickly to the col outside the Maple Leaf Forest.

******

September [-]th, near noon, the maple leaf forest on Huaiyang slope.

Thousands of people gathered in the newly built Maple Leaf Field. There are two ten-foot-wide Yuanguang Spiritual Gates backed by the stone wall of the hill. One is dark green and gloomy, and the other is filled with scarlet blood, exuding a fierce and sinister aura.

In Maple Leaf Field, hundreds of small pavilions are evenly distributed around the four directions, among which there is a unique tall pavilion in the south, which is specially built for Jindan monks who come to the Huaishan boundary to participate in the hunting feast.

In the center of the high platform, there were five Jindans sitting in the seat, and the core disciples from the other three families sat in the outer seats, greeting each other in low voices.

Zhong Ziyan, Jian Yong and the others sat silently far away from Tao Fangyin, drinking the spiritual wine from time to time, and did not speak loudly. When the time came, Su Jingcheng would come and lead Jiang Yuzhou and the others to the dark green light door.

The five golden pills met each other as early as yesterday. There are two golden pills in the Monster Hunting League, one is surnamed Guo and the other is Zhao. The Huaiyinhe Wang family is naturally surnamed Wang.

Jindan Zhao is a chatterbox, full name is Zhao Liangcai, Tao Fangyin met him as early as the first time he went to Shanghe City, and now it is not awkward to talk to him, he has a round head and a chubby face, and he always has a happy face.

After the five people got together last night, Zhao Liangcai insisted on asking Tao Fangyin to have another small gathering. They talked about the way of doing business, and Tao Fangyin was not interested. If he hadn't repeatedly hinted, he might have a long talk.

Jin Dan, surnamed Guo, has a face of a horse, and Tao Fangyin has no in-depth contact with him.

As for the member of the Wang family, named Wang Jia, who was vicious, he was at odds with Chang Sumen, so Tao Fangyin had nothing to say to him.

Originally, they just waited for the time to come and opened the hunting ground as planned, but a dispute arose.

The five golden elixirs can naturally monitor the audience. This is the territory of the Changsu Clan, and the other two golden elixirs can't interfere. Wang Jia looked at Su Zheng jokingly.

Zhong Ziyan put down the jade cup in his hand and looked to the west of Maple Leaf Field, where there were actually two groups of people fighting.

Su Zheng stood up with a frown, and summoned Yang Gu who was guarding under the pavilion, "What happened?"

Yang Gu quickly stepped onto the pavilion, "Sect Leader, Jing Yi has already gone to mediate, and the two foundation establishment forces in Zangfeng Ridge have a dispute over a treasure."

Zangfeng Ridge is a well-known bad place in Huaishan. Although there is a low-grade third-level spiritual land there, it has been occupied by the "Ghost Mother Poisonous Insect" early on. Zhong Ziyan only learned about this after he came to Huaishan.

There are so many people, how can the disciples of the Changsu sect take care of them? Earlier, they just stipulated that fighting is not allowed in this place, thinking that with the power of the Changsu sect for many years, no one will get into trouble. If they don’t deal with it immediately, it will definitely affect the rest Those who attend the hunting banquet.

This is not a common fight. Those people in the arena are all monks who have worked hard in Huaishan for tens of hundreds of years. Even if there is a high-level suppression formation here, it will take time to activate it.

For any large-scale grand event, without a strong background, which one would dare to take the risk to hold it? At this critical juncture, Tao Fangyin stood up and walked quickly to the side rail of the high platform.

Everyone didn't react at first, but when they focused their gazes on him, a wave of golden core pressure filled the audience, most of the qi training monks couldn't stand it and knelt down directly.

"Noisy!"

A pair of palms with fiery spiritual power pressed down from the sky, and instantly slapped on the three pavilions on the west side of the venue. Fourteen late stage foundation builders and more than thirty qi-training monks were all turned into powder. , the spirit of fire in the audience boiled.

There were hundreds of foundation builders present, as quiet as a cicada, and those monks in the Qi training state all knelt on the ground, stunned in fear.

The other three Golden Cores from the other two families were speechless, Wang Jia gasped, and exclaimed in his heart, "Where did you find this murderer? They have such tricks in the early days of Golden Cores!"

Fortunately, Su Zheng didn't show too much shock, although his heart was not calm, he pretended to be normal on the surface, and said coldly:

"Any more offenders will be killed without mercy!"

The voice was majestic and majestic, and it resounded through the Maple Leaf Forest.

Zhong Ziyan saw with his own eyes the pair of fiery palms slapped, the power of the golden core was so powerful, it shocked the mind, and he could not forget it for a long time.