"My lord, our Mashan is about to reach the foot of Xianlan Mountain, dare you to ask whether it is the head of the top ten sects, or to spread the news first?"

Ma Yue, the commander of a hundred cavalry around Chen Fan, bowed his fist to Chen Fan.

After days of rushing, Chen Fan finally came to the foot of Xianlan Mountain, the place where he stayed when he had just arrived in the Middle Heaven Realm.

Turning to dismount, Chen Fan looked at the surrounding terrain and nodded imperceptibly.

"Set up camp here first."

With an order, Chen Fan took out the pen and paper from the storage bag and quickly wrote ten letters.

Called to Ma Yue, Chen Fan asked the other party to arrange for someone to send these ten letters to the head teachers of the ten major sects, and invited them to the camp at the foot of Xianlan Mountain to participate in peace talks.

As soon as he said this, Ma Yue's entire face was shocked.

"Master Chen, you mean to call all the head teachers of the big sects?"

"Why, is there a problem?"

Chen Fan asked back.

Ma Yue suddenly remembered that before coming here, Mu Yusheng had repeatedly confessed that he must follow Chen Fan's orders unconditionally.

Thinking of this, I immediately closed my mouth and ordered someone to deliver the letter.

Now the camp of the Nine Great Sects is around Xianlan Mountain, so it won't take long.

Ma Yue just doesn't understand. In this case, it is the easiest way to come to the door for peace talks.

Why did Chen Fan have to call all the sect leaders?

It should be understood that Chen Fan has always had grudges with the top ten sects. Isn't he afraid that the heads of the various sects will violently attack?

Chen Fan is naturally not afraid.

His trip will surely guarantee 100% safety.

If the head of the ten major sects dared to do something against him, Mu Yusheng would immediately find an opportunity to send troops, and he would still be famous for his division.

Not everyone can bear the charge of causing great chaos in the world.

Speaking of it, Chen Fan's idea is actually very simple.

Calling everyone in, he doesn't have to wander around. It saves effort and time. Why not do it?

Of course, this seemingly willful move actually relies on strong self-confidence behind it.

The more confident Chen Fan is, the less the people of the top ten sects dare to move.

Because they were afraid of the impact behind the killing of Chen Fan.

Therefore, at this moment, I am afraid that no one can expect that a young monk has already unconsciously controlled the development process of the world.

Ma Yue is a vigorous and resolute person, and so are the men and horses under his hands.

Soon, ten Chen Fan's personal letters were sent to the heads of the sects, including Shentu.

The content of the letter is actually the same, except that the names of different ancestors are written on the cover.

This is Chen Fan's only gesture of goodwill, secretly expressing his respect for the sects.

Prisoner Tianzong’s head teacher called Wu Yunge. That’s right, he and Chen Fan set up the Prisoner’s Array in the palm of his hand, and finally pushed all charges to Wu Yue, who was on Chen Fan’s head.

This is Wu Yunge's youngest son.

At this moment, Wu Yunge had just opened Chen Fan's letter.

At a glance, the iron drawing silver hook, the extremely sharp handwriting came into view!

"The envoy from the palace sincerely invites the prisoner Tianzong to take part in ten peace talks at the foot of Xianlan Mountain three days later, to ensure that the middle-heavy realm enjoys peace forever, and smile and revenge when meeting!"

In a short sentence, everything Chen Fan wanted to express was clearly written.

But at this moment, for Wu Yunge, the most shocking thing was not the content of the letter, but the signature.

"Chen Fan...Chen Fan, are you still alive?" Wu Yunge muttered to himself, stroking his beard, falling into deep thinking: "This matter is getting more and more interesting."