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At the same time, the southern foot of Tianfeng Mountain was guarding the mountain platform.
Gu Chenzhou stood in front of the altar.
The wooden box of Gu Huaishan's remains and the jade bottle of mother's hair were placed in the bone resting place, and the old formation glowed faintly with a dark red light.
The mountain wind blew through the stone platform, causing a low echo.
Gu Chenzhou put on the bronze mask again today.
Not to cover your face.
But to put pressure on one's heart.
The mask was cold and stuck to his face, reminding him that today was not a day of revenge.
At least not until Mr. Black showed up.
Beside him were two warriors from the Huo family and the remaining formation rune stones from the Gu family.
Farther away, Mr. Qin personally led people to guard the mountain road leading to the door of death.
Gu Chenzhou held the Soul Seizing Bell in his hand.
The bell is quiet.
But since early morning, there have been three very light echoes from the direction of Death's Door.
Like something underground testing the three gates.
Gu Chenzhou closed his eyes and sensed.
The door of death is not broken.
But the qi machine is getting thinner.
This is not really breaking the seal, but the thing in the center of the well is using the popularity of the tea party, the golden stone formation eyes and the breath of the soul lamp to hold back the door of death little by little.
The old formation of Shoushantai lit up with a faint light.
The wooden box of Gu Huaishan's remains was silent.
There was no abnormal movement in the female hair jade bottle.
Gu Chenzhou felt a little relieved.
At least Mr. Hei didn't start with his parents' relics.
But he won't relax.
Because the less movement there is, the more it means the other party is waiting for a more critical opportunity.
Suddenly, the soul-catching bell rang softly.
Gu Chenzhou opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Tianfeng Villa.
"It's begun."
Nine o'clock in the morning.
The Tianfeng tea party officially begins.
There was no speech for too long.
There is no pleasantries to set the stage.
Jiang Huaiyuan only explained the restructuring of the tea party in a few words, and then retreated to the edge of the venue.
On behalf of the Huo family, Huo Jingyuan announced that today's exchange will focus on martial arts discussions and will not involve secular business issues.
This surprised the few warriors who didn't know the inside story.
But they soon discovered that the atmosphere was nothing like an ordinary tea party.
Especially the people from Jinshimen.
Lu Chen stood there like a knife before it was unsheathed.
Song Qingshan also stepped onto the ring.
The venue fell silent for a moment.
Everyone's eyes fell on the two of them.
Jinshimen Law Enforcement Hall Lu Chen.
Xinglin Pavilion Song Qingshan.
The two had fought against each other in the back mountain of Tianfeng Mountain a few days ago.
Lu Chen was defeated.
But today, they stood in the ring again.
What this means, no one quite knows.
Only those who know the game within the game understand that this is not a simple competition.
This is the first clear inspiration of Qi.
Lu Chen slowly drew his sword.
The short sword was unsheathed, and the cold light reflected the cloudy sky.
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