Chapter 801: 801
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"It's not necessary to fight."
Zheng Feiyue retracted his face comparable to the city wall and said, "I can see that leader Mo's idea is the same as that of Ming wangzong. It's better not to fight. Everyone has a good life. There's no need to hurt both sides."
"Yes, that's what I think." the old seven nodded.
Zheng Feiyue said: "but the problem now is that the top doesn't want to fight, and the elders and disciples below want to fight. Leader Mo said that the current magic weapon zongjun is in a state of mind, and he can't control it."
"Joke!" the old seven sneered, "Mo Qinghai is the leader of one sect. If he can't control his disciples, he doesn't deserve to sit in that position."
Zheng Feiyue stood up and said, "the seven elders are not in their position and do not seek their own affairs. The disciples of the magic weapon sect are accompanied by the earth fire all year round. They are very angry. Now they are strong and strong. It is inevitable to breed a rebellious heart, which is really hard to control."
"So what? The magic weapon sect is fighting or making peace. You have to give me an accurate word. I have to go back and recover my life!" the old seven stared.
Zheng Feiyue said with a smile, "don't worry. Head Mo said, give him a few more days. When he solves the internal problems, it's not too late to talk about peace."
"I'll give him three days. If he doesn't reply, Ming wangzong will regard it as a slogan to declare war."
Old seven left a hard word, got up and left.
Zheng Feiyue watched him leave with a smile, waved to Zhang Dingbian who happened to pass by and said, "inform leader Mo that he will pull out the stronghold of Ming wangzong tonight."
That night.
In a secret street of Tieshi City, three Tianyan armours sneaked into it through the night, kicked a yard gate and launched a fierce battle.
With the Kung Fu of incense, the fighting stopped.
Three tianyanjia, with several people whose lives and deaths were uncertain, left the already fragmented yard and disappeared into the night.
It's a little bright.
Lao Qi pushed open the door of the immortal bar, found Zheng Feiyue who had just got up and was sleepy, and said angrily, "what do you mean? What does the magic weapon sect mean?"
"What do you mean?" Zheng Feiyue said blankly.
Old seven wanted to punch on this "confused" face, patiently told what happened last night and said, "is it better for the magic weapon sect to start first?"
Zheng Feiyue was "flustered", and his confused expression cleared away. He said, "don't get excited first. I'll ask leader Mo immediately. There must be some misunderstanding."
With that, Zheng Feiyue dived into the box.
About half an hour later, Zheng Feiyue came out of the box and said with a bitter smile: "misunderstandings are misunderstandings. The accident last night was the private action of the disciples of the magic weapon sect. Leader Mo didn't know it and has severely punished the relevant personnel."
The old seven's face pulled: "where are our people?"
"People are still alive. They are all skin injuries. People have been released there... In my opinion, I can't blame leader Mo for this. Two wars are imminent. It's normal for you to go to someone's territory to spy on intelligence and have friction."
Old seven felt a little relaxed when he heard that he was all right.
It's just that the magic weapon sect suddenly made such a move, which was really beyond his expectation. The more extreme the behavior of the magic weapon sect, the more it proved that they had no fear. In addition, the news of Wang po
Old seven took a deep breath, secretly told himself to be calm, and said in a deep voice: "I can believe this is a misunderstanding, but if there is a similar misunderstanding, the Ming wangzong will fight!"
"Yes, yes."
In the afternoon, several unlucky ghosts of mingwangzong came back. It really didn't matter. They came back by themselves.
Old seven took them away and left a word before leaving.
"There are two days left."
Two days, very fast, for monks, it's just a nap.
Two days later, the two departments finally decided to make peace.
Sang Guicheng, Zheng Feiyue's territory.
Today, the immortal bar was closed for one day. The men of the iron blood camp guarded the door and no one was allowed to enter.
The tea house across the street is overcrowded. Some people can't get their seats, and run to the roof to see the excitement. Even the mahjong museum is much less. Sardine is like a sardine tin, not playing mahjong.
There are six kinds of spies, curious casual repairmen and idle people in the street.
Everyone knows that in this small yard, a decision will be made about the safety and even survival of the two main doors.
Once the war breaks out, it may not be just the two main gates, but the whole East Coast may be shrouded in the flames of war.
In the yard.
A round table meeting of only three people is making fierce progress.
Lao Qi, the representative of Ming wangzong, and old man sun, the representative of magic ware Zong, were like two pieces of red fine iron, which collided fiercely and sparkled everywhere.
"Don't argue with me. The position of the magic weapon sect has never changed. If the Ming Wang Zong wants to calm things down, he will take ten times the compensation!"
Old man sun's voice was like thunder. He roared and patted on the table. Fortunately, Zheng Feiyue made a stone table in advance, otherwise he couldn't carry his big fist.
The old seven looked coldly at each other and said, "ten times the compensation is impossible. My fifth brother has been locked up by you so far. If I don't give an explanation to mingwangzong, I won't abide by it!"
Bang!
The hard stone table can't hold the angry flame. The new cracks in the flat table symbolize the impossible heart of old man sun.
"Ten times the compensation, one less xuanjing, the magic weapon sect will not agree!"
"Hehe, what a big tone. Do you still think you are superior? If the magic weapon sect wants to be born, you have to bend down first!"
"Shit!"
Because he made a very serious statement in advance, no force can be used in today's meeting, so old seven and old Sun said you come and go, and they can only clap the table under their hands.
The poor stone table didn't live for half an hour, so it returned to the embrace of Mother Earth in a cry.
Zheng Feiyue looked at the wreckage of the table painfully and said, "I say two, negotiate. There's no need to smash my things. Heart, heart, get another table."
Li Xin'er dragged a wooden table, slammed it down among the three, and turned away.
"Both of the two major departments are willing to make peace, but none of them has stepped back. If they continue to quarrel like this, they can't quarrel until tomorrow. It's better to listen to me and take a step back," Zheng Feiyue said.
Old man sun stuck his neck and said, "OK, I'll give shopkeeper Zheng a face! The magic weapon sect will step back and pay nine times the compensation. It's related to the face of the magic weapon sect. It's a big thing to lose a piece of xuanjing."
"If you want face from the magic weapon sect, don't you need face from the Ming King sect? I'll take a step back and compensate the original price at most. It's related to the face of the Ming King sect. No more!" the old seven said loudly.
Zheng Feiyue sighed helplessly.
Negotiation, not so!
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"It's not necessary to fight."
Zheng Feiyue retracted his face comparable to the city wall and said, "I can see that leader Mo's idea is the same as that of Ming wangzong. It's better not to fight. Everyone has a good life. There's no need to hurt both sides."
"Yes, that's what I think." the old seven nodded.
Zheng Feiyue said: "but the problem now is that the top doesn't want to fight, and the elders and disciples below want to fight. Leader Mo said that the current magic weapon zongjun is in a state of mind, and he can't control it."
"Joke!" the old seven sneered, "Mo Qinghai is the leader of one sect. If he can't control his disciples, he doesn't deserve to sit in that position."
Zheng Feiyue stood up and said, "the seven elders are not in their position and do not seek their own affairs. The disciples of the magic weapon sect are accompanied by the earth fire all year round. They are very angry. Now they are strong and strong. It is inevitable to breed a rebellious heart, which is really hard to control."
"So what? The magic weapon sect is fighting or making peace. You have to give me an accurate word. I have to go back and recover my life!" the old seven stared.
Zheng Feiyue said with a smile, "don't worry. Head Mo said, give him a few more days. When he solves the internal problems, it's not too late to talk about peace."
"I'll give him three days. If he doesn't reply, Ming wangzong will regard it as a slogan to declare war."
Old seven left a hard word, got up and left.
Zheng Feiyue watched him leave with a smile, waved to Zhang Dingbian who happened to pass by and said, "inform leader Mo that he will pull out the stronghold of Ming wangzong tonight."
That night.
In a secret street of Tieshi City, three Tianyan armours sneaked into it through the night, kicked a yard gate and launched a fierce battle.
With the Kung Fu of incense, the fighting stopped.
Three tianyanjia, with several people whose lives and deaths were uncertain, left the already fragmented yard and disappeared into the night.
It's a little bright.
Lao Qi pushed open the door of the immortal bar, found Zheng Feiyue who had just got up and was sleepy, and said angrily, "what do you mean? What does the magic weapon sect mean?"
"What do you mean?" Zheng Feiyue said blankly.
Old seven wanted to punch on this "confused" face, patiently told what happened last night and said, "is it better for the magic weapon sect to start first?"
Zheng Feiyue was "flustered", and his confused expression cleared away. He said, "don't get excited first. I'll ask leader Mo immediately. There must be some misunderstanding."
With that, Zheng Feiyue dived into the box.
About half an hour later, Zheng Feiyue came out of the box and said with a bitter smile: "misunderstandings are misunderstandings. The accident last night was the private action of the disciples of the magic weapon sect. Leader Mo didn't know it and has severely punished the relevant personnel."
The old seven's face pulled: "where are our people?"
"People are still alive. They are all skin injuries. People have been released there... In my opinion, I can't blame leader Mo for this. Two wars are imminent. It's normal for you to go to someone's territory to spy on intelligence and have friction."
Old seven felt a little relaxed when he heard that he was all right.
It's just that the magic weapon sect suddenly made such a move, which was really beyond his expectation. The more extreme the behavior of the magic weapon sect, the more it proved that they had no fear. In addition, the news of Wang po
Old seven took a deep breath, secretly told himself to be calm, and said in a deep voice: "I can believe this is a misunderstanding, but if there is a similar misunderstanding, the Ming wangzong will fight!"
"Yes, yes."
In the afternoon, several unlucky ghosts of mingwangzong came back. It really didn't matter. They came back by themselves.
Old seven took them away and left a word before leaving.
"There are two days left."
Two days, very fast, for monks, it's just a nap.
Two days later, the two departments finally decided to make peace.
Sang Guicheng, Zheng Feiyue's territory.
Today, the immortal bar was closed for one day. The men of the iron blood camp guarded the door and no one was allowed to enter.
The tea house across the street is overcrowded. Some people can't get their seats, and run to the roof to see the excitement. Even the mahjong museum is much less. Sardine is like a sardine tin, not playing mahjong.
There are six kinds of spies, curious casual repairmen and idle people in the street.
Everyone knows that in this small yard, a decision will be made about the safety and even survival of the two main doors.
Once the war breaks out, it may not be just the two main gates, but the whole East Coast may be shrouded in the flames of war.
In the yard.
A round table meeting of only three people is making fierce progress.
Lao Qi, the representative of Ming wangzong, and old man sun, the representative of magic ware Zong, were like two pieces of red fine iron, which collided fiercely and sparkled everywhere.
"Don't argue with me. The position of the magic weapon sect has never changed. If the Ming Wang Zong wants to calm things down, he will take ten times the compensation!"
Old man sun's voice was like thunder. He roared and patted on the table. Fortunately, Zheng Feiyue made a stone table in advance, otherwise he couldn't carry his big fist.
The old seven looked coldly at each other and said, "ten times the compensation is impossible. My fifth brother has been locked up by you so far. If I don't give an explanation to mingwangzong, I won't abide by it!"
Bang!
The hard stone table can't hold the angry flame. The new cracks in the flat table symbolize the impossible heart of old man sun.
"Ten times the compensation, one less xuanjing, the magic weapon sect will not agree!"
"Hehe, what a big tone. Do you still think you are superior? If the magic weapon sect wants to be born, you have to bend down first!"
"Shit!"
Because he made a very serious statement in advance, no force can be used in today's meeting, so old seven and old Sun said you come and go, and they can only clap the table under their hands.
The poor stone table didn't live for half an hour, so it returned to the embrace of Mother Earth in a cry.
Zheng Feiyue looked at the wreckage of the table painfully and said, "I say two, negotiate. There's no need to smash my things. Heart, heart, get another table."
Li Xin'er dragged a wooden table, slammed it down among the three, and turned away.
"Both of the two major departments are willing to make peace, but none of them has stepped back. If they continue to quarrel like this, they can't quarrel until tomorrow. It's better to listen to me and take a step back," Zheng Feiyue said.
Old man sun stuck his neck and said, "OK, I'll give shopkeeper Zheng a face! The magic weapon sect will step back and pay nine times the compensation. It's related to the face of the magic weapon sect. It's a big thing to lose a piece of xuanjing."
"If you want face from the magic weapon sect, don't you need face from the Ming King sect? I'll take a step back and compensate the original price at most. It's related to the face of the Ming King sect. No more!" the old seven said loudly.
Zheng Feiyue sighed helplessly.
Negotiation, not so!
"It's not necessary to fight."Zheng Feiyue retracted his face comparable to the city wall and said, "I can see that leader Mo's idea is the same as that of Ming wangzong. It's better not to fight. Everyone has a good life. There's no need to hurt both sides.""Yes, that's what I think." the old seven nodded.Zheng Feiyue said: "but the problem now is that the top doesn't want to fight, and the elders and disciples below want to fight. Leader Mo said that the current magic weapon zongjun is in a state of mind, and he can't control it.""Joke!" the old seven sneered, "Mo Qinghai is the leader of one sect. If he can't control his disciples, he doesn't deserve to sit in that position."Zheng Feiyue stood up and said, "the seven elders are not in their position and do not seek their own affairs. The disciples of the magic weapon sect are accompanied by the earth fire all year round. They are very angry. Now they are strong and strong. It is inevitable to breed a rebellious heart, which is really hard to control.""So what? The magic weapon sect is fighting or making peace. You have to give me an accurate word. I have to go back and recover my life!" the old seven stared.Zheng Feiyue said with a smile, "don't worry. Head Mo said, give him a few more days. When he solves the internal problems, it's not too late to talk about peace.""I'll give him three days. If he doesn't reply, Ming wangzong will regard it as a slogan to declare war."Old seven left a hard word, got up and left.Zheng Feiyue watched him leave with a smile, waved to Zhang Dingbian who happened to pass by and said, "inform leader Mo that he will pull out the stronghold of Ming wangzong tonight."That night.In a secret street of Tieshi City, three Tianyan armours sneaked into it through the night, kicked a yard gate and launched a fierce battle.With the Kung Fu of incense, the fighting stopped.Three tianyanjia, with several people whose lives and deaths were uncertain, left the already fragmented yard and disappeared into the night.It's a little bright.Lao Qi pushed open the door of the immortal bar, found Zheng Feiyue who had just got up and was sleepy, and said angrily, "what do you mean? What does the magic weapon sect mean?""What do you mean?" Zheng Feiyue said blankly.Old seven wanted to punch on this "confused" face, patiently told what happened last night and said, "is it better for the magic weapon sect to start first?"Zheng Feiyue was "flustered", and his confused expression cleared away. He said, "don't get excited first. I'll ask leader Mo immediately. There must be some misunderstanding."With that, Zheng Feiyue dived into the box.About half an hour later, Zheng Feiyue came out of the box and said with a bitter smile: "misunderstandings are misunderstandings. The accident last night was the private action of the disciples of the magic weapon sect. Leader Mo didn't know it and has severely punished the relevant personnel."The old seven's face pulled: "where are our people?""People are still alive. They are all skin injuries. People have been released there... In my opinion, I can't blame leader Mo for this. Two wars are imminent. It's normal for you to go to someone's territory to spy on intelligence and have friction."Old seven felt a little relaxed when he heard that he was all right.It's just that the magic weapon sect suddenly made such a move, which was really beyond his expectation. The more extreme the behavior of the magic weapon sect, the more it proved that they had no fear. In addition, the news of Wang poOld seven took a deep breath, secretly told himself to be calm, and said in a deep voice: "I can believe this is a misunderstanding, but if there is a similar misunderstanding, the Ming wangzong will fight!""Yes, yes."In the afternoon, several unlucky ghosts of mingwangzong came back. It really didn't matter. They came back by themselves.Old seven took them away and left a word before leaving."There are two days left."Two days, very fast, for monks, it's just a nap.Two days later, the two departments finally decided to make peace.Sang Guicheng, Zheng Feiyue's territory.Today, the immortal bar was closed for one day. The men of the iron blood camp guarded the door and no one was allowed to enter.The tea house across the street is overcrowded. Some people can't get their seats, and run to the roof to see the excitement. Even the mahjong museum is much less. Sardine is like a sardine tin, not playing mahjong.There are six kinds of spies, curious casual repairmen and idle people in the street.Everyone knows that in this small yard, a decision will be made about the safety and even survival of the two main doors.Once the war breaks out, it may not be just the two main gates, but the whole East Coast may be shrouded in the flames of war.In the yard.A round table meeting of only three people is making fierce progress.Lao Qi, the representative of Ming wangzong, and old man sun, the representative of magic ware Zong, were like two pieces of red fine iron, which collided fiercely and sparkled everywhere."Don't argue with me. The position of the magic weapon sect has never changed. If the Ming Wang Zong wants to calm things down, he will take ten times the compensation!"Old man sun's voice was like thunder. He roared and patted on the table. Fortunately, Zheng Feiyue made a stone table in advance, otherwise he couldn't carry his big fist.The old seven looked coldly at each other and said, "ten times the compensation is impossible. My fifth brother has been locked up by you so far. If I don't give an explanation to mingwangzong, I won't abide by it!"Bang!The hard stone table can't hold the angry flame. The new cracks in the flat table symbolize the impossible heart of old man sun."Ten times the compensation, one less xuanjing, the magic weapon sect will not agree!""Hehe, what a big tone. Do you still think you are superior? If the magic weapon sect wants to be born, you have to bend down first!""Shit!"Because he made a very serious statement in advance, no force can be used in today's meeting, so old seven and old Sun said you come and go, and they can only clap the table under their hands.The poor stone table didn't live for half an hour, so it returned to the embrace of Mother Earth in a cry.Zheng Feiyue looked at the wreckage of the table painfully and said, "I say two, negotiate. There's no need to smash my things. Heart, heart, get another table."Li Xin'er dragged a wooden table, slammed it down among the three, and turned away."Both of the two major departments are willing to make peace, but none of them has stepped back. If they continue to quarrel like this, they can't quarrel until tomorrow. It's better to listen to me and take a step back," Zheng Feiyue said.Old man sun stuck his neck and said, "OK, I'll give shopkeeper Zheng a face! The magic weapon sect will step back and pay nine times the compensation. It's related to the face of the magic weapon sect. It's a big thing to lose a piece of xuanjing.""If you want face from the magic weapon sect, don't you need face from the Ming King sect? I'll take a step back and compensate the original price at most. It's related to the face of the Ming King sect. No more!" the old seven said loudly.Zheng Feiyue sighed helplessly.Negotiation, not so!
