"Senior Brother Baili, after the immortal elders asked us to arrive at the Taiting Lake, we should first meet the senior brothers from the Kongsha Sect. The Kongsha Sect has been friends with my Biyun Sect for many years. I don't know which genius senior brother will be sent to greet us this time.
What about us?"
Another disciple asked expectantly.
Before Baili Yunsu could speak, another disciple took advantage of the situation and began to flatter him: "Our senior brother Baili is a genius who is about to break through the Hedao stage. If the Kongsha Sect wants to fulfill its loyalty as a landlord, it must send a Hedao master no matter what.
Come and greet me?"
"Could it be Senior Fan Lingzi?"
Hearing Fan Lingzi's Taoist name, a group of Biyun Sect monks couldn't help but think of a major event they heard after arriving in the Southern Kingdom.
This big event was naturally when Fan Lingzi and two other real people competed with the evil emperor Chen Xuan for a certain treasure on Yang Jian at the mouth of the East China Sea. Chen Xuan offended the three major sects of the Southern Kingdom and the Paradise Sect.
Thinking of the relationship between Chen Xuan and their senior brother Baili, these Biyun Sect monks were looking forward to what Baili Yunsu would say.
"Whether it's senior Fan Lingzi or other senior brothers of Kongcha Sect, I will personally bring up the matter of helping to kill the evil emperor Chen Xuan during this meeting. At that time, Zhong Dajianxian thought of his fellow disciples, and for the sake of Dugu Ye
I have let Chen Xuan go, but this person has done many evil things and harmed the world. This is something that everyone in our generation of righteous people knows. It is just a good time to take advantage of this trip to the southern country to act on behalf of heaven and eliminate a great harm to the world."
When Baili Yunsu said these words, he was filled with awe and righteousness, which infected many of the brothers behind him.
What they admire most is that Baili Yunsu has always adhered to his true heart over the years. Even though he witnessed the scene that shattered the world with his own eyes on Donghua Mountain, he still did not waver in his Taoist heart and dared to say things that they did not dare to say.
Do what they dare not do.
Because the Evil Emperor Chen Xuan is a taboo topic for monks like them who are below the Hedao stage. After all, behind Chen Xuan are many famous figures all over the world.
But Baili Yunsu dared to scold the big shots who protected Chen Xuan for not distinguishing between good and evil. This made many fellow apprentices admire him with admiration.
"Chen Xuan, there are so many people in the southern country who want to kill you, you must not die too early."
Baili Yunsu murmured to himself, his eyes becoming more confident and firm, "I admit that you are my biggest inner demon on the road to immortality, so before the great calamity of heaven and earth, I will kill you with my own hands to prove my Taoist heart.
"
... Chen Xuan didn't know that Baili Yunsu had so many thoughts in his heart. When he flew to the lake corridor below, he was thinking that since Baili Yunsu came to the South to participate in the Double Five Festival, maybe his two beauties Qin
Feixue, Zhang Zhicheng, Chen Sizhen and Feng Renyu, friends of the Yunchao Sword Sect, may also come to the Southern Kingdom.
With this thought in mind, Chen Xuan landed on a promenade on the lake. Looking around, he could see the pavilions, waterside pavilions and corridors on Taiting Lake. The carved dragons and painted buildings were exquisite and had the charm of a southern water town.
On this festive occasion, monks from all over the world gathered on Taiting Lake in small groups, calling for friends, chatting and drinking, making it very lively and festive.
Chen Xuan walked on the nine-curved corridor and saw monks leaning on the railings to watch the scenery, chatting and laughing, fighting talismans and discussing Taoism. There were even some who were reciting poems and writing poems and making beautiful people smile, showing an elegant atmosphere.
There is an octagonal building in front of it, with five floors in total. A plaque hangs high with the three characters "LANYAN LOU" written on it. The monks on each floor upstairs are chatting and laughing over wine. It is as lively as the surrounding pavilions, waterside pavilions and pavilions, but this octagonal building looks even more...
Extraordinary style.
Lanyan Tower is a small property of Donghai Tianluo Qianbao City in the South. It is also the place where Shubuda met Chen Xuan.
Stepping into the building, Chen Xuan went straight to the fifth floor, reported the table number Shubuda had booked, and then at the waiter's invitation, he sat down at a wine table near the window, poured a cup of tea, and looked out at the lake view alone.
, waiting for Shubuda to arrive.
The other monks on the fifth floor saw that Chen Xuan had booked such a good seat. Although they were a little curious, they didn't care too much and continued drinking, talking and laughing.
Not long after, one of the tables at the table, a young monk with an extraordinary status, talked about the recent major events in the South.
"I heard that the evil emperor Chen Xuan entered the Southern Kingdom, offended several sects and hid in Jingyuewu, relying on the protection of Shui Jing Sect's eighth wonder. Yan used to admire him for being arrogant and aloof, but he didn't expect that he would have to be honest in the end.
You are just a coward, only for me to be laughed at by the talented and talented people from the southern country!"
At the end of the sentence, the monk named Yan shook his head in disdain, clearly looking down on Chen Xuan's behavior after coming to the Southern Kingdom.
When Chen Xuan heard such sarcasm, he didn't take it seriously. Since he returned from Pengying Haizhou, these monks of the same level as him are no longer on the same level as him.
From now on, he will mediate confrontations with top monks above the Hedao stage.
Therefore, he listened with great interest to the discussion of these so-called geniuses from the South.
"Brother Yan, what you said is absolutely true!"
A young man sitting opposite the monk surnamed Yan also had a look of disdain on his face, "Fortunately, the evil emperor Chen Xuan is still a disciple of the evil doctor Gu Chenxiao and the Northern Wilderness Sword God Dugu Ye. I really disgrace these two masters.
A human face! I’m ashamed of him!”
Hearing this person mention the two masters, Chen Xuan's eyebrows narrowed slightly. He was not provoked, but he didn't mind swatting a few noisy flies to death.
Just before Chen Xuan made any move, he suddenly heard a loud bang, and all the monks on the fifth floor looked in the direction of the sound.
Only one monk was seen sitting alone like Chen Xuan, looking sharply at the monks who were ridiculing Chen Xuan.
This man looks to be in his thirties, wearing an old gray cloth robe, tall and tall, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth, and a rather weathered face. At first glance, he does not belong to the South.
There is a finely carved gold sword placed on his table. The scabbard has a golden dragon breaking waves, which is very powerful.
"A mediocre person is worthy of ridiculing the Evil Emperor Chen Xuan. It seems that the genius of the Southern Kingdom is no more than that!"
No one expected that the burly monk would actually speak for the Evil Emperor Chen Xuan.
The monks who were ridiculing Chen Xuan suddenly showed anger on their faces and stared at the burly monk.
"Where did you come from, a non-traditional cultivator, and dare to call us mediocre people?"
The young man named Yan said angrily.
He was about to have an attack, but was stopped by a more elegant-looking scribe next to him.
The scribe glanced at the golden sword on the table of the tall monk, with a look of surprise in his eyes: "Could it be that your Excellency killed a sixth-order monster dragon in Beihai thirty years ago, so the famous Golden Sword Drifter Pang Fanlang
?”
"Yes, it's Pang!"
Pang Fanlang responded with a roar.
When the monks at each table heard the name of the Golden Sword Drifter, their expressions changed slightly.
If this person had killed an ordinary sixth-level monster back then, they would certainly not be surprised, and the words "Golden Sword Drifter" would not have become famous in the Beihai area.
But what Pang Fanlang killed was a sixth-level monster dragon whose demonic power was far superior to ordinary monsters of the same level, so that was completely different!
