Maoshan Mountain, the long morning bell still rings through the mountains, as many years ago, the tourists who come and go are endless, people burn incense and pray for blessings, make wishes and wishes, Sanmao Zhenjun still sits in the main hall, receives the incense offering. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

However, this is not the original Maoshan Sect!

Maoshan is just Maoshan, a famous tourist attraction!

There were no familiar faces, no Maoshan disciples, Ye Fan's heart was empty. Where did they go? How many years later is this Maoshan Mountain? Is it still the same Maoshan Mountain in the original world?

He came back from the river of time, only to find that the place where he landed was no longer human.

"Lingxu Peak!" he had a thought in his heart, and teleported to the top of Lingxu Peak in one step, but this place had long been empty, there was no one figure, and the place where Long Qianqiu was imprisoned back then was only a pile of rubble and overgrown with weeds.

How many years have passed?

Turning around again, he appeared in the square, and his consciousness spread like a curtain and fell on the mobile phones of tourists!

In an instant, Ye Fan's face turned much paler.

Ten years have passed since that day!

Ten years is enough for a lot of things to happen, birth, old age, sickness and death, natural disasters**...... Ten years, the world has changed beyond recognition!

The Maoshan Sect has disappeared in the long river of history, and the entire sect is gone!

Where have the masters gone? Where are the senior brothers and junior sisters? If they have fallen, what about Yang Bihui and them?

In the abyss under Baopu Peak, Ye Fan found the World Stone, and for ten years, it was still lying quietly at the bottom of the valley, waiting for the arrival of its master.

He thought of the sea of stars, and he had to go back to the sea of stars first to see who else was there.

The helm of the Four Seas Society was still standing in the most prosperous neighborhood of Xinghai, which made Ye Fan breathe a sigh of relief.

Inside the helm, in a conference room, Long Tianjiao is presiding over a club meeting to arrange manpower for the upcoming World Gangster Congress next month.

The people who attended the meeting were all responsible persons from various regions of the world of the Four Seas Association, and for their own interests, they quarreled and quarreled. As long as they can win a place to participate, show their face at that conference, or make a difference, their reputation in that region will rise in the future, and they will have more say in the helm, and even participate in the competition for the helmsman in the future.

"President, we have the fourth largest number of rudders in North America in the world, why is there only one place?" A middle-aged man with a big back and sunglasses was holding a cigar, and his expression was very arrogant.

Long Tianjiao replied coldly: "Ma Shengli, the overseas rudder will only be given one place at most, others can accept it, but you can't accept it?"

"Others? Others dare not speak out, right? President, this is no longer the era of big brothers and sisters in charge, the club is so big, it has to be principled and voted! Are you right?" Ma Shengli spread out his hands and stilted his legs, looking weird.

"Yes, yes, President, if you vote for it, I think it's the fairest plan, and you can't let one or two people have the final say, our brotherhood, the helmsman of the Hongmen in Honolulu is very reasonable. Another lean man in a Tang costume also stood on Ma Shengli's side and forced Long Tianjiao to the palace

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