A hint of fish-belly white appeared in the east, and the morning sun filtered through the clouds and mist and fell on the walls of Pingjiang City.

For many people, this is another ordinary day.

No one knows what kind of changes and disturbances Pingjiang City experienced last night.

When the dragon emerges from the cave, Yuan Meng is prosperous, and the pig fetus changes its fate against the will of nature, only to make wedding clothes for others.

"Overnight, a powerful man like Yan Jun appeared in Pingjiang City. The Dragon King Festival is something to behold."

"Will he come out for the Dragon King Festival? I heard that this Lord Yan is very mysterious. Even the four major aristocratic families don't know his details."

"Of course I will come! The Dragon King Festival is a grand event held every three years in Pingjiang City. I heard that there will be a Dragon Palace in the Nielong River. How could someone like Yan Jun miss it?"

Early in the morning, many forces received the news and woke up, and various voices came and went.

After this night, Lord Yan's prestige once again rose to a higher level, reaching a level that even the four major aristocratic families and even the Demon Control Division could not ignore.

Pingjiang Hongmen.

In the courtyard of the deep house, the red sleeves add fragrance and the gauze curtains are clear.

Hong Tongling looked at the information in his hand, and there was a solemn look in Gu Jing's unsurprised eyes.

The Hongmen Mistress noticed the surging undercurrent in Pingjiang City. During the Dragon King Festival, there would be an angry wave that would attract the attention of the entire Lin'an Mansion.

"He was born out of nowhere, he was born out of nowhere, who is this Lord Yan?" Hong Tongling's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she fell into deep thought.

"There are rumors outside that this Lord Yan is a disciple of Sword Pillar Li Zangfeng."

At this moment, Jiang Yichuan spoke. He had also dealt with Lord Yan before and had suffered heavy losses. He was frightened out of his wits long ago.

Nowadays, various rumors about Yanjun are spreading everywhere, the most exaggerated one is that he is a disciple of Jianzhu.

If this was really the case, Jiang Yichuan could only accept his fate with a wry smile.

Even the Shenxiao Sect behind him was nothing more than a small temple in the mountains in front of Jianzhu. His defeat at the hands of Jianzhu's disciples was not an injustice.

"This is unlikely." Hong Tongling shook his head.

A disciple of Jianzhu, with his status and indescribable value, how could he live in a small Pingjiang City?

You must know that a true dragon is not stuck in the shallows. If he is really a disciple of Jianzhu, only a stage like the Imperial Capital can allow him to perform.

"Even if he is not a disciple of Jianzhu, this person should not be underestimated. Under the Nine Changes, I am afraid he will rarely meet an opponent."

Hong Tongling is indeed the mistress of the Hong clan, and she can deduce the most valuable information through the descriptions in the intelligence.

With Zhou Dao's current strength, if he can't change anything, he will be invincible.

"If this person really appears at the Dragon King Festival, something might happen." Jiang Yichuan said solemnly.

Originally, he came to Pingjiang City with his junior sister Nian Xiaorou in order to help the Hong Clan at the Dragon King Festival.

But now it seems that their strength is obviously not enough.

"Don't worry, I have sent a message to Shenxiao Sect, asking your senior brother to come."

"Elder brother!?" Nian Xiaorou cried out, a flush appearing on his cheeks.

Jiang Yichuan even showed a strange look.

The senior brother of the Shenxiao Sect, Xing Zhouting, is a being who has touched the threshold of the Nine Transformations of the Refining Realm. His talent has even been praised by Tianshi Dao, one of the six great sects in the world.

It is said that he can step into the Nine Transformations of the Refining Realm at any time. If he really comes, he will be a force that cannot be ignored.

"Will senior brother really come?" Nian Xiaorou couldn't help but ask.

"Just watch."

Hongtong Lingyu raised his hand gently, and the information in his hand turned into ashes, and the look of expectation surged in his beautiful eyes.

…

Lin'an Prefecture, Monster Control Division.

"The pig fetus in the dragon's lair... there is great luck in the dark. It's a pity. By chance, there will be a disaster... This little guy is quite interesting..."

In the room, an old voice sounded slowly.

Shang Tianhe stood respectfully aside, not even daring to take a breath, and looked up at the old man in front of him from time to time.

In front of him, Shang Tianhe behaved extremely well-behaved even though he was the leader of a city.

There is no other reason. The old man in front of him is the number one master in Lin'an Mansion, King Huo Long, who has surpassed the Nine Transformations of the Refining Realm.

"Master Fu Si, there are rumors outside that this person is a disciple of Jianzhu..." Shang Tianhe hesitated to speak.

Sword Pillar Li Zangfeng, he is a man who stands at the top of the world, and many of his disciples are staring at him.

If Pingjiang City is really hidden, God knows how much trouble it will cause.

That kind of trouble is not something Shang Tianhe can handle.

Thinking of this, Shang Tianhe felt a headache.

"It affects his official career." Shang Tianhe sighed inwardly.

"Sword pillar!?" King Huo Long laughed: "How can his disciple hide his head and show his tail?"

Any sword cultivator has a sharp edge, especially Li Zangfeng, whose sword intent soars into the sky, shaking the world with its might, killing from the heart, and never hides his thoughts of good or evil.

Since his disciples have joined this lineage and have the same sword intent, they are naturally upright and will never hide their whereabouts or hide in the city.

"It would be fine if it wasn't."

Shang Tianhe breathed a sigh of relief. With King Huo Long's reassurance, he no longer had any worries.

"But this little guy named... Yan Jun is quite interesting. Maybe you can meet him if you have a chance." King Huo Long whispered.

Shang Tianhe's heart moved.

You know, King Huo Long has not left Lin'an Yuyousi for seven or eight years.

"You should go back first. The Dragon King Festival is about to begin. This time is extraordinary. There are still many things for you to worry about."

"Unusual?" Shang Tianhe's expression suddenly changed.

After a long silence, King Huo Long finally said: "Longhu Mountain... there may be experts going there."

"What?" Shang Tianhe's expression suddenly changed.

That is one of the six great sects in the world. It must be extraordinary to be called a master by King Huo Long.

"how come?"

"It's normal to think about it. Since ancient times, the Longhumen has studied dragon arts, and many dragon veins have been cut off and surrendered. How could we miss the Dragon King's Grand Ceremony?" King Huo Long said with an expressionless face and waved his hand.

"Go ahead, in front of the Demon Control Division, the world is so vast that there won't be any storms."

When Shang Tianhe heard this, his eyes trembled slightly, he bowed respectfully and withdrew.

"The Dragon King Festival is finally here."

King Huo Long looked at the clouds gathering and dispersing outside the window, a trace of sadness flashed in his cloudy eyes.

…

Late at night.

In Pingjiang City, the whole Yuan clan was filled with gloom and gloom.

Yuan Qiuyi locked himself in the other courtyard where Yuan Shaoqing once lived, without seeing anyone.

There was endless anger and sadness in his heart with nowhere to vent it.

Yuan Shaobai is dead.

Now, the best Yuan Shaoqing is also dead.

Except for the younger son who has never been heard from, it can be said that he has no one to send him to his death.

"Jun Yan, I must kill you and use your head to sacrifice my son's spirit in heaven." Yuan Qiuyi roared sharply.

"Can the dignified head of the Yuan Clan just roar like a wild beast here?"

Suddenly, an indifferent voice sounded in the dark night.

Yuan Qiuyi suddenly changed his color and turned around to look.

In the dark night, a man walked over, wearing a black cloak, his whole person seemed to be under the shadow.

"Who are you?" Yuan Qiuyi shouted sharply.

"Yuan Shaoqing is really incompetent. I gave him such a great opportunity, but he couldn't accept it." The man in black robe walked over step by step.

Yuan Qiuyi's expression changed suddenly. He had heard Yuan Shaoqing say before that he met a mysterious master and gave him the entire dragon's cave.

"So it's you!?" Yuan Qiuyi calmed down.

He knew that the man in front of him was extremely capable, and even Xiao Yuteng was a pawn in his hands.

"Yuan Shaoqing is dead, and the Yuan clan may have come to an end. Head of the Yuan family, are you willing to do so?"

"What do you want to say?" Yuan Qiuyi narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in a deep voice.

"The Dragon King Festival is coming soon. If the Yuan Clan wants to maintain its eternal glory, it must get my help."

The man in black robe whispered, he walked closer, slowly took off his clothes and hat, revealing his true appearance.

Under the moonlight, when Yuan Qiu saw that familiar yet unfamiliar face, he couldn't believe it.

"How...how could it be you?"

"The fun has just begun!"
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