When Fenghou arrived outside the hospital, Li Ping'an was in his study taking stock of what he had gained from his trip to Yuxu Palace.

The treasure was given by the master;

The protection is given by the master;

Generally speaking, he can be regarded as having the support of Chanjiao, and he is openly putting pressure on Western religions.

Which thigh should I hug next?

Ahem, no, which big boss should I visit next, and how should I take the first step in establishing the Heavenly Palace?

Li Ping'an looked at the figures in the study, thought for a moment, and decided to hold an 'opening meeting of the Heavenly Court Preparatory Committee'.

He also didn't expect that in the first half of his life, he didn't have time to experience the taste of starting a business in his hometown. Now in this ancient world, he would have to embark on the most difficult entrepreneurial journey in history.

Li Ping'an cleared his throat: "Where is Wang Shan?"

"Your Majesty, Wang Xianguan went to the military camp to meet friends," Feng Tingzhu reported with cupped hands, "He said that he was a patrol envoy before and didn't know much about battle formations. He will work hard to become a fierce general under your command in the future."

"This is very progressive..."

Li Ping'an felt a warning sign in his heart, and there was an explosion in his ears: "Who!"

boom!

A shock wave erupted from the courtyard, and several figures in the house subconsciously pounced on Li Ping'an. Two fairy lights containing obscure Taoist rhymes lit up almost at the same time, wrapping the entire courtyard in a small area and cutting off the waves spreading outward.

Aftermath.

In the courtyard, surrounded by fairy light, two figures were suspended in mid-air and facing each other.

The old Taoist near the study was Huanglong Taoist. At this moment, he changed his smiling expression. He had a braised chicken leg hanging in his mouth and a small long sword in his hand.

Near the courtyard gate, Feng Hou was wearing a wreath on his head and a linen robe. Although his face was a little pale, his aura was rising rapidly at this moment.

In the study, Li Ping'an brushed aside Xinghe Xinghan and Elder Yan Sheng in front of him and said hurriedly:

"You two, please don't make a move! This is Huanglong, the real person of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Interpretation of Education, and that is my human race's Godly Prime Minister Feng Empress!"

"Fenghou?"

Huanglong Zhenren cupped his hands and said: "I have long admired your great name."

Fenghou nodded with a smile: "It turns out to be Zhenren Huanglong, no wonder he has such tyrannical power."

Then, a slight electric light flashed in the dragon's eyes.

At this moment, Master Huang Long knew that he could use this opponent in front of him to prove his strength in front of the Emperor's nephew.

Although Fenghou didn't know why this dragon master, who was the weakest among the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Cult, was eager to try, and his soul had been injured before, so he could only maintain his full strength for a moment;

But Feng Hou realized that Master Huang Long wanted to discuss the meaning of one or two.

Huanglong and the figure behind the wind flash at the same time!

Huang Long shouted: "Show your ugliness!"

Feng Hou laughed heartily: "Good luck!"

Between the lightning and flint, the two figures left hundreds of afterimages in a twenty-foot-diameter ball!

The Bagua disk is flashing with light, and the dragon claw hands are scurrying around.

Each line of text flashes continuously, and the shadow of a golden dragon rushes back and forth.

Everyone in the room was dazzled and could not see how many times these two Taiyi realm masters had fought in a short period of time.

Sudden……

"oops."

The fairy light was taken in, and the fluctuations in spiritual energy were smoothed by the Taoist rhyme released by the Bagua Pan. The wind calmly fell to the study room, and the phantom of Hetu Luoshu suspended above his head quietly dissipated.

On the eaves of the pavilion, there is an old Taoist who has been tied up and hung with five flowers. At this moment, he has a dark face, looking up and sighing.

"He Tu, Luo Shu, the power of the innate spiritual treasure is well-deserved!"

Fenghou cupped her hands, raised her hand to recall the immortal rope, and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist has strong magic power, comparable to Da Luo Jinxian. I just relied on the power of many treasures to trap fellow Taoist."

Taoist Huanglong stood on the edge of the pavilion with his hands behind his hands, raising his head at a half-right angle, filled with tears of desolation.

Ah, when did it start;

Opponents at the same level have no chance of winning. Opponents at a lower level will see if they have any valuable treasures.

In the study room.

Several immortals looked at each other, their admiration for the goddess Fenghou rising sharply.

Feng Xiang entered the room with a smile, melted away the blood that rushed to his mouth, revealing the peerless style of a human master, and then bowed his hands and saluted:

"Meet the Emperor of Heaven!"

"The wind is very polite."

Li Ping'an stood up and returned the courtesy, asking Feng Xiang to take a seat.

Xinghe Xinghan quickly moved the seats. Elder Yan Sheng was a little at a loss and decisively backed out of the door.

Wen Ling'er trotted over and brought a few cups of tea to Li Ping'an. After Fenghou served the tea, he specially brought a cup of tea to the courtyard and gave it to Master Huanglong.

"Senior, please drink tea. The fight just now was really great!"

"Yes, really? Hahaha! Just a little discussion!"

Master Huanglong laughed heartily:

"If it's a life-and-death fight, Pindao will reveal his true form. Such a fight is really not easy and profitable."

Inside the house, Li Ping'an and Feng Hou looked at each other and smiled.

A voice from behind the wind muttered: "Why, when you asked for a master in Chan's teaching, you hired the weakest martial artist, Huang Long Zhenren?"

Li Ping'an said: "Uncle Huang Long wants to change his destiny and get closer to the way of heaven."

"I see."

The wind behind meditated a few times:

"Let's stop talking. I'm here to do three things today.

"The first thing is to remind you to pay attention to your safety. There is something going on with the Western Church.

"Fengyuwei has brought the latest news, saying that the ancient vicious mosquito Taoist has returned to the main world and has met with the demon kings of the demon clan. He is afraid that he will target you and your son."

"Are they still targeting my father?"

Li Pingan muttered:

"Isn't my target big enough?"

Feng Hou smiled and shook his head: "There is a theory that you can resonate with Heaven and become the new Emperor of Heaven in the future. This is also the result of your father's great influence."

"That's wrong."

Li Ping'an sighed softly.

What is the result of the great movement, it is clearly the result of my father preaching about Ma Zhe to the way of heaven.

The current Heavenly Dao has probably begun to construct a framework for a harmonious society for the future world, and he, the new Heavenly Emperor, is essentially just a tool to implement this set of ideas.

When Fenghou heard Li Pingan sighing so softly, he thought it was because Li Pingan was a little conceited, so he immediately changed his words:

"That's true. It's extremely difficult to resonate with Heaven, let alone get Heaven to accept your great ambitions.

"This actually has nothing to do with your father."

"No, no," Li Ping'an said sternly, "My father's influence on the way of heaven is extremely profound, and after the merger of Wanyun Sect and Weiyuan Sect is stabilized, my father will continue to deepen his influence on the way of heaven."

There was a hint of astonishment on Fenghou's expression.

"How to deepen?"

"The unspeakable."

"The Great Fortune Immortal can actually influence the way of heaven...hiss."

Feng Hou took a breath of cool air and couldn't help but lower his head and cough a few times.

Li Ping'an asked: "Is the wind element's injury not healed yet?"

"Forcibly deducing why Tianji was deceived and suffered backlash," Feng Hou sighed, "Fortunately, the war on the front line has ceased now, and my injury is nothing. It will take a hundred years to recover."

"How is Senior Tianli doing?"

"He has a lot of overdraft, so he can just take more supplements."

Fenghou smiled and said: "The second thing is, I'll give you this, a big gift from your Majesty."

A bundle of cloth was pushed to Li Ping'an by Feng Hou, and his eyes fell over.

"This is... The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic, The Encyclopedia of Secret Techniques in the Room, The Yellow Emperor's Personal Paintings..."

Li Ping'an had several black lines hanging on his forehead. Not far away, Feng Tingzhu and Feng Zhanxiang turned around.
To be continued...