"What did you say!?"
As soon as Dou Zhao finished speaking, someone started to slap the case.
Under such circumstances, the first one to stand up and express dissatisfaction was Yu Xiaochen from the Blood River Sect.
His dissatisfaction was not with Dou Zhao, but with Zhong Xuanzun.
Dou Zhao said "there are three of us" and commented that "three people are enough". He regarded other people as if they were nothing, which made him feel stressed for a moment.
What he was most dissatisfied with, of course, was that before his death, the previous sect leader had decreed that Zhongxuanzun should succeed him to the throne. But Zhongxuanzun actually refused!
He longed for the position he longed for, but was abandoned by others.
The sect that gave birth to him and raised him made him extremely proud. In the eyes of Sect Master Huo, no one within the sect could inherit it, and the only one outside the sect was Chong Xuanzun.
We all have the same fists, the same life, the same way, and we all share the same spirit.
What’s so great about these so-called overlords?!
Today is the grand feast of the Dragon Palace, who among us is not a genius?
Douzhao offended almost everyone when he said "pouring wine".
Yu Xiaochen is not the only one who is dissatisfied?
Xie Junmeng in green robe cursed: "There should be a limit to arrogance. If you are sick, come to Dongwang Valley for treatment!"
Zhongshan Weisun, who was in charge of jade, asked: "It's enough to be arrogant and domineering in Chu State. How dare you be so ignorant outside? Who gave you the confidence!?"
What's more, Qin Zhizhen was occupying his position, and he was so powerful that he asked word by word: "Does Mr. Dou look down on the heroes of the world?"
For a time, it aroused public outrage and the public sentiment was raging.
Even Chong Xuanzun and Jiang Wang frowned.
Chong Xuanzun has always been accustomed to simplifying complex problems, while Dou Zhao knows how to muddy the water. As for Jiang Wang... he is simply a little tired.
On the other hand, Xiang Bei, Qu Shunhua and the others had long been used to it. Although they were both Chu people, they were not immune to Dou Zhao's ridicule, and they looked indifferent.
And Zhong Liyan...he only hated that this speech was not from him. If he had the chance, he could shout louder!
Zuo Guangshu thought about that time in the mountain and sea realm, when Dou Zhao killed all potential allies by himself, and was eventually surrounded. He couldn't help but want to laugh. But he immediately remembered that this time he and Dou Zhao were in the same team.
He immediately stood up and smoothed things over with great responsibility: "Calm down, everyone, actually Dou Zhao didn't mean this -"
"That's what I mean." Dou Zhao interrupted, looked around with disdain, and called everyone by name: "Yu Xiaochen? If you have bad ears, you can hear clearly - I said that most of the people here are only qualified to pour me wine, and
You’re not even qualified to pour me wine! I’m a bastard!”
"Thank you Junmeng? The limit is set for mediocre people. Just tie yourself up and don't embarrass yourself in front of me! After the banquet, I will go to Dongwang Valley to consult a doctor and have a look at my unmatched disease. If you have the guts, just come here
Stop me before Gu Qian!"
"And you, the little turtle grandson of Zhongshan! You have no right to touch me at Guanhe Terrace, so where do you get the confidence to speak now?"
Finally, he looked at Qin Zhizhen: "Hero of the world? Sorry, I didn't see it."
The Tianxiao Sword had already appeared in his hand. He held it diagonally and pointed at the ground. Then he looked around again and said calmly: "All of you, one by one, if you are dissatisfied, just come forward!"
He is not stupid.
He didn't mean to disrupt the Dragon Palace Banquet.
He really... wants to explore his own limits. He wants to use this world's genius to sharpen his sword for him when the storm is gathering!
What is the reward of the Dragon Palace Banquet? These opponents who can test the sword are the biggest gain of this trip.
Although the public sentiment is turbulent, once the Tianxiao sword is drawn out, people need to calm down to some extent.
Qin Zhizhen alone stood up from the table immediately.
Huang Budong, who was dozing off, suddenly woke up, jumped up, and his eyes wandered for a while before focusing back on Douzhao.
When Qin Zhizhen, dressed in black military uniform, grabbed the black knife named "Hangshu" from the void.
Behind him, the shadow of a dark palace loomed.
The shining iron coat of heaven.
Only then did people suddenly remember.
He is also a Tianfu monk.
Qin Zhizhen, Chongxuanzun, and Jiang Wang, the three most famous Tianfu monks in the world, are currently in the same realm, gathered here!
"It's great to be young..."
During this tense moment, a voice sounded leisurely.
The entire hall fell into silence, and the people's restless mood stirred by the fighting spirit was calmed down without any trace.
At the front of all the food tables, surrounded by the stars, at some point, a large luxurious chair made of gold and jade, decorated with bright gems, appeared. It was the throne of the Dragon King.
In front of the big chair, there was a man wearing heavy armor with a broad and thick face. He stood with his hands folded in front of him and leaning on a sword.
"I am Fu Yunqin, the chief seal officer of Dragon Palace and the chief steward of the Yellow River."
He introduced himself calmly, and then said with a smile: "Why are you all so eager? The people have not gathered, the banquet has not started, and His Majesty Long Jun has not come out, are you ready to go home?"
When this sound fell, it had endless rhymes, like a violent wave rolling back and then a still stream of water.
The cultivation of Yan Dao is not stingy in showing off.
Douzhao's Tianxiao and Qin Zhizhen's Hanshu were all returned to their original places. The gathered geniuses were also sent back to their original positions by an invisible force. The fighting spirit surging in the hall seemed like it had never been before
Never appeared.
At this time, in the entire Changhe Dragon Palace, except for the Changhe Dragon Lord Ao Shuyi and the Yellow River Supervisor Fu Yunqin, no one could stop this dispute.
It is not an occasion like the Yellow River Meeting where senior leaders from various countries lead the team. When there is no one to suppress it, so many geniuses gather together, all of them are strong-blooded and arrogant. It would be strange if something doesn't happen.
The Dragon Palace Zhengyin Verger and the Yellow River Chief Supervisor all have empty titles. Only the cultivation of the Yan Dao level is the foundation for suppressing the whole crowd.
"Please wait here for a moment. It doesn't matter if you sit here and talk about Taoism or curse each other. As long as you don't fight, just pretend that I don't exist." Fu Yunqin didn't say much. After saying this with a smile, Shi Se turned from him.
The corners of his mouth began to spread, and soon his body and armor were petrified, turning into a stone statue.
It almost "doesn't exist".
The rules before the Dragon Palace banquet had been established. Douzhao couldn't sharpen his sword for a while, so he turned around calmly, put away his arrogance, found a seat and sat down, and slowly tasted the various treasures of the Dragon Palace.
It seemed that the intense farce just now had nothing to do with him.
Many people were still angry. He had already begun to greet the Chu people present: "Sit down, why are you standing there?"
After all, we are a group when we go abroad. After Zuo Guangshu talked to Jiang Wang, he took Qu Shunhua's hand and went to sit next to Dou Zhao with Xiang Bei and Zhong Liyan.
Everyone had a dining table and a seat, but he and Qu Shunhua were crowded together, laughing and whispering quietly. Between talking and scolding each other, they chose to be romantic. The whole world was outside the world of the young couple.
, this huge Dragon Palace is just a distant scenery.
No. Then why do you come to Dragon Palace!?
Zhong Liyan glanced at them sideways. The Chu State was so big that the two of them couldn't hang around!
People from Chu State were sitting in a group, and people from Qi State were also sitting in a group. People were divided according to country or clan. Only the yellow relic lay beside Jiang Wang, ignoring the hint in Zhongshan Weisun's eyes.
After a while, three more people walked in from outside the hall.
Two of the women were very familiar to Jiang Wang. They were Zhuo Qingru from Sanxing Palace and Ning Shuangrong from Jiange.
The remaining man wore a Taoist crown, with straight features, big sleeves, and a sword hanging at his waist. He had an ethereal aura. Jiang Wang didn't recognize him, but he felt a little familiar inexplicably.
Seeing Jiang Wang, Zhuo Qingru was about to go over and exchange a few words. After all, the relationship between the two parties was not bad. Ning Shuangrong, who was next to him, had already stepped forward: "I'm going to say hello to my friends. You guys find a place to sit first."
Then he walked towards Jiang Wang.
Zhuo Qingru's eyebrows moved... Huh~?
The steps followed before the thoughts.
The man traveling with them smiled: "I also saw my friend, let's talk later."
They separated and walked alone to Zhongshan Weisun. Zhongshan Weisun, who was alone, waved a warm welcome. I don't know if it was because they were really in a good relationship, or if he was just too lonely.
Today, Ning Shuang's appearance is still in embroidered shoes and green clothes, walking in the wind and chasing the moon, occupying the entire sword pavilion very softly. The sword must be held in the hand, with a faint brilliance and ripples like autumn water.
Among all the geniuses who have entered the venue so far, only she and Xie Junmeng are wearing green.
It's just that Xie Junmeng's green robe is a gloomy dark green.
Ning Shuangrong's green shirt is a transparent and light pine frost green.
The two outstanding performers from their respective sects also give people completely different impressions. One is gloomy, the other is refreshing.
"I thought we arrived early, but I didn't expect so many people in the palace to arrive." She was like a wisp of mountain wind passing by the corner of your clothes, and her embroidered shoes casually stopped in front of you. She said in a relaxed tone:
"When did Brother Jiang arrive?"
If there is anyone Jiang Wang has sparred with the most in the Taixu Illusion Realm, it must be "Ning Swordsman".
In the way of swordsmanship, they can be regarded as mutual achievements. In life, they can also be regarded as half-friends. Therefore, they can talk and laugh so naturally.
"We have only arrived not long ago." Jiang Wang bowed his hands and said, "Miss Ning's style remains the same. Is the Pavilion Master okay?"
Ning Shuangrong said with a smile: "He is a very nice old man, but he often talks about you."
"Ah, that's right. Haha." Jiang Wang became nervous all of a sudden. It was not a good thing to be talked about by Si Yu'an after greetings.
Ning Shuangrong did not continue to scare people, and instead explained: "The person who was traveling with us just now is Long Boji from Nandou Hall, a disciple of Master Si Ming Fu Zhaofan. When Sister Zhuo and I came south, we happened to be on the way.
When we met, we came together... Oh, this is Zhuo Qingru, a master disciple of Sanxing Palace."
It turned out to be a disciple of Nandou Hall!
No wonder Ning Shuangrong had to deliberately explain. She knew about her grievances with Yi Shengfeng.
Jiang Wang was thinking in his heart, but he said with a smile on his face: "Senior Sister Zhuo, you don't need to introduce me, we are very familiar with each other!"
Ning Shuangrong smiled in surprise.
Zhuo Qingru smiled and said nothing.
Jiang Wang asked again: "How did you two meet?"
Yi Shengfeng was already the number one true disciple of the South Dou Palace, and he also hated the Minxi Corridor. Even if Long Boji didn't show any hostile attitude, he really didn't care much about it.
Zhuo Qingru said: "I left Tianxing Cliff last time just to study and seek truth, and to meet some interesting people in the vast world. That's how I met~"
She looked around Jiang Wang and said very naturally: "These are your new friends? Aren't you going to introduce them to them?"
Jiang Wang slightly shook his head and said with a smile: "They are all my old friends."
As he said this, he introduced them one by one.
Everyone was quite reserved in their greetings.
Xu Xiangqian was by his side with Zhao Wuyan, and he was also very responsible.
Only Huang Sheli was as enthusiastic as ever: "Sister Ning is from Jiange? How is the scenery of Jiange? I'll go and have fun some time~"
Ning Shuangrong held her hand across Qiushui and nodded slightly: "Jiange welcomes swordsmen from all over the world to ask for swordsmanship!"
Huang Sheli was stunned: "Huh? That's not what I meant. I said it was just for fun."
Ning Shuangrong didn't know whether she understood or not. She nodded and went to find a seat with Zhuo Qingru.
Huang Sheli asked: "Can I go without practicing sword practice?"
"Or you can come to Jing Kingdom to play!"
Turning around, Jiang Wang was already inviting everyone to take their seats.
I was standing in the corner of the hall chatting casually, but I didn't expect people to come over to greet me frequently, so I simply sat down first.
"Miss Huang, the banquet is about to start, let's go and sit down at our seats." Jiang Wang hinted clearly.
"Okay." Huang Relic walked next to Jiang Wang.
"Are only two people from your Jing country coming this time?" Jiang Wang continued to hint.
"Yes!" Huang Sheli nodded and tried to squeeze in next to Ye Qingyu.
"Why don't you go and sit with Zhongshan Weisun?" Jiang Wang obstructed him and spoke frankly.
Huang Sheli just smiled: "I always feel that sitting with Mr. Wang will bring good luck!"
Isn't love luck the best luck in the world?
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Pu'en is the direct disciple of Yongde, the current master of Mount Xumi. He was born with a square head, broad ears, and compassionate eyebrows. The Buddha's Dharma is naturally profound, and his cultivation is certainly good.
There's just one thing - he's shy by nature, extremely introverted, and not good at communicating with others.
According to his true intention, he would not participate in this Dragon Palace Banquet. For this kind of occasion, Pushan and Puxin are much more suitable than him.
However, the mountain master specifically called his name and asked him to come out and practice what he said, "How can you talk about being out of this world if you don't live in this world?" He also assigned him a task and ordered him to get the "Thousand Buddhas" from the people who are destined to Mount Sumeru.
Let’s get to know Jiang Wang. It’s best if we can become friends, and it’s best to bring him back to Mount Xumi...
He had no choice but to stay up all day and night, taking the uninhabited path and arriving at the Dragon Palace in a secretive way.
When others took their seats, he also took a seat. He sat in the most corner of the hall. He wished he could separate himself from others by a Milky Way.
Of course, he remembered the mission given by the mountain master, and heard someone shouting Jiang Wang's name. But after mustering up the courage for a long time, he didn't even look back.
Jiang Wang saw that there were many people there and it was so lively.
He was a little envious in his heart, but he became increasingly unable to get closer.
I kept waiting for the crowd to be less crowded, but it turned out that there were not many people there, but someone sat quietly next to me. A strange man wearing a bamboo hat, with his head lowered.
Pu En stood up silently and moved further away.
After a while, the man sat next to me again.
He didn't say anything and changed his position again, but the man followed again...
After repeating this, Pu En finally couldn't bear it anymore and mustered up the courage to turn around: "Donor, may I ask why you have been following me?"
"Huh." Jingli pressed his hat on his head, pinched his throat, and asked, "Why do you think I'm following you?"
Puen explained patiently: "This is already the ninth seat I have changed."
Jingli said confidently: "You change your seat, and I will change mine. We all have our own destiny, what does it have to do with you?"
Pu En stopped talking.
"Hello." Jingli said proactively: "Who is your master?"
There was no sound next to him for a long time, and he thought he would not get an answer.
Then I heard Pu En whisper again: "It's the Lord of Yongde Mountain."
Jingli slightly lifted his bamboo hat and glanced at him. He saw that he was looking at his eyes, nose and heart, lowering his head and keeping silent. He looked very uncomfortable, and he suddenly felt embarrassed.
I still remembered the criticisms of Mount Sumeru taught by Master, as well as the deeply insulting "Sambo Mountain Suffering Sayings"... but they were all forgotten at once.
Although Mount Sumeru is a side gate, this little bald donkey is very innocent.
Just like Xuankong Temple is orthodox, Jinghai also needs a beating.
"Buddha has no concentration"!
Pu En is so pitiful, how could he do anything?
Jingli made a decision that went against his master, put his bamboo hat up behind his back, stood up and left.
"Forget it, let you go!"
This chapter has been completed!