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Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to understand what the hell the Central Plains Wumeng League was doing.

Jue Ming smiled and said: "Everyone go to see the leader and his old man, it's okay, let's go."

Wang Yi followed the crowd to the place where the leader was, which was a thatched hut on the hillside.

It's really the same as on TV, some people like this simple life style.

"Wait, you can't go in."

When Wang Yi was about to enter the thatched cottage, he was stopped by someone.

He glanced at this person, he was only a martial artist, how dare he?

Looking back, Ren Qiuqing looked at him very embarrassingly.

All of this is self-evident.

It was Ren Qiuqing's fault.

He doesn't care whether Wang Yi enters or not, anyway, his mission here has been completed, rest for one night, and continue to rush to Kunlun Mountain to rescue his father.

He is now at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is invincible in the world.

But at least at the stage of Valkyrie, he can overwhelm the heroes.

Wang Yi spread his hands and bid farewell to the other Martial Gods.

"Wait, who told you to go?" Jue Ming asked in a low voice.

"Come in with me, let me see who dares to stop me?"

The Martial Emperor next to him frowned slightly, and reminded: "Senior, the lord said that this invitation is only for those who have reached the cultivation level of the Martial God, and those who have not reached the Martial God cannot enter."

"Huh?" Jueming let out a cold snort from his nasal cavity, causing the surrounding air to drop to freezing point.

Emperor Wu was so frightened that the top of his head was sweating, and beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down like running water.

She secretly glanced back at Ren Qiuqing, but what she got was an encouraging look.

"Senior, please don't embarrass the little ones. This is the leader's order, and we are also following orders."

"Haha, ignorance!"

Jueming suddenly laughed, which made many deputy leaders feel uneasy.

"If little friend Wang Yi isn't even a martial god, then we aren't even a martial god. Let's all withdraw, we're all scattered."

The others gave Jueming and Wang Yi a lot of face, turned around and left.

Seeing this battle, no matter it was the Emperor Wu or Ren Qiuqing, their hearts tightened.

Delaying the affairs of the leader and neglecting the guests, even if they have talents higher than the sky, the leader will not show mercy.

"Hey, seniors, don't go. The leader is waiting inside. Don't go."

But how can the determination of the Valkyrie be shaken by them?

What's more, Wang Yi and Jue Ming have shown their strength before and saved many lives.

"We don't deserve it, so we're leaving." The man of temperament flew up and flew away towards the distance.

At this time, the deputy leader of the Martial God who went in to report hurried over to smooth things over.

"I'm sorry, everyone. This thing has eyes but no eyes. It doesn't know the true face of Lushan. It disturbed you. Please forgive me."

The deputy leader of the Martial God slapped that Martial Emperor with his backhand.

Between Emperor Wu and God of War, there is still a difference in the realm of Martial Ancestor, the gap between them can be imagined.

The Martial Emperor was blown away directly, embedded into the opposite mountain rock, and he couldn't even buckle it off.

"Little friend Wang Yi, what do you think?" The deputy leader of the Martial God specifically looked at Wang Yi and apologized.

Wang Yi didn't speak, but he didn't intend to enter the thatched cottage either.

"Forget it, let's do the lord a face, and see him." Jue Ming laughed, and pulled Wang Yi to the front, without even saying hello, and went straight into the thatched cottage.

Only then did Ren Qiuqing understand that Wang Yi had already reached the realm of the Martial God, and was on an equal footing with those rumored senior Martial Gods.

But Ren Qiuqing was still resentful, why Wang Yi could become the god of martial arts that everyone admired, and he has practiced for so many years, and he is still the emperor of martial arts.

He was not reconciled.

He felt that God was favoring Wang Yi.

The more noble Wang Yi's status was, the angrier Ren Qiuqing's face became.

All of this is just his imagination, he wants Wang Yi to submit to him.

Take back everything that was lost.

Wang Yi took the lead to enter the hut, and there were three old men sitting inside, one of whom was the one who had sent him the invitation.

The other two seemed to have a deep breath, not inferior to Jue Ming at all, and they should also be masters of martial arts.

"Little friend Wang Yi, we meet again. You have made great progress in coming here, but we are impressed." The old man smiled and looked very amiable.

"This is Master Miaoling, the leader of the Central Plains Martial League, and these two are the supreme elders of the Central Plains Martial League, Bo Yang and Yuan Yang." Jue Ming took the initiative to introduce the three masters of the Central Plains Martial League to Wang Yi.

It turns out that there are three Martial Gods in the Martial League, no wonder they are feared by people in the Jianghu.

"This junior has met the three seniors." Wang Yi greeted neither humble nor overbearing.

All three returned gifts.

They understand that the people in the room are all warriors, and no one will be polite to anyone, but if they are not polite, they will definitely be criticized.

"I left in a hurry that day. You were still just a Martial Dao Emperor. In less than a month, you set foot on the Martial God. You must share your cultivation experience." Master Miao Ling said with a smile.

The other Martial Gods looked at Wang Yi in amazement. They all knew that he was a god of cultivation, and they thought it was because of his beauty, but unexpectedly, he was very talented and progressed rapidly.

Wang Yi said modestly: "It's not supernatural speed, it's just a sudden enlightenment, and some of the shackles of cultivation are all easily solved. I really don't have any cultivation experience."

His words were half true and false, but others believed them.

Martial arts training depends on aptitude, some people can't improve in their lifetime, and some people sing all the way...

"Didn't you say that you have something important to discuss, hurry up and let us make a decision." Jue Ming urged.

The three Martial Gods of the Central Plains Martial League looked at each other and nodded.

"Now that Seven Kills is back in the arena, everyone should know about it."

"Their appearance this time is very different from the previous strategy that only targeted the Martial God. Even the disciples of the Martial Emperor realm have suffered losses. I don't know what you think."

Ye Cunxuan stroked his beard, shook his head and said: "In this period of time, the Forbidden City has not lost any juniors except for the loss of warriors."

The others also nodded and said yes, and found nothing abnormal.

Master Miaoling was pacing back and forth in the thatched hut, and suddenly stopped, looking at Ye Cunxuan and the others: "Could it be that what we met was not the person who killed the Seven Killers?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's heart trembled.

It would be too scary if there was a second Seven Kills organization.

But it was quickly rejected by Jue Ming.

"I know the breath of the Seven Kills best. They will never allow another organization to impersonate. If that is the case, the Seven Kills may perish without us doing it."

But this reason was not convincing, and everyone still shook their heads.

Wang Yi pondered for a long time, then suddenly asked: "Could it be the ecstasy formation of Seven Kills, to confuse the public?"