In the room, Lin Huang's eyes were piercing, and the four simple words "Zhongzhou Martial Arts Forum" aroused the long-lasting passion in his heart.
Pei Xiufu looked at the latter, frowning and chuckled. Then he felt a little sad... He was also such a young man back then. He also represented Qingtian Martial Palace and Taixuan Territory in battles...
"In addition to the above three things, there should be one more thing to ask for, but I don't know yet!"
Pei Xiufu continued.
Um?
Lin Huang looked at the latter with confusion.
Pei Xiufu rubbed his hands and continued: "According to common sense, even if the ancient battlefield is coming to Taixuan Territory and will attract countless geniuses, it should only be limited to Xuanwu God Territory. But in the past two years, there have been many
People from other divine realms also appeared in Taixuan Realm, and even two of the Nine God Sons on the mainland appeared!"
Lin Huang's brows furrowed slightly, and he had some doubts in his heart, "Could it be said that this is why Jun Qingcheng is practicing in Qingtian Martial Palace?"
"However, I believe that news will come out soon. After all, there is no airtight wall in this world!"
Pei Xiufu said.
Lin Huang nodded, not paying much attention to the last thing.
The Taixuan Secret Realm and the Battle of the King, coupled with the Zhongzhou Martial Arts Forum, can make him exhausted every day, and he is as busy as a dead dog.
Afterwards, the two people in the room started talking about things here and there. The most profound things they talked about were just some situations in the Taixuan Realm.
However, in the middle of the night, Pei Xiufu drank more than a dozen jars of the wine that Lin Huang brought from the Eastern Spirit Realm. When Pei Xiufu left a little drunk, Lin Huang suddenly realized.
This bad old man.
So bad!
…
After sailing in the endless space passage for nearly a month, the whirling boat is finally arriving at the Taixuan Realm.
As dawn breaks on the horizon and the sun gradually rises high in the sky, Lin Huang can already see the hazy outline of the entire Taixuan Domain.
The indescribable magnificence, as well as the vicissitudes and weight of the years.
However, just based on the fact that more than a dozen powerful men have become saints in this land in the past thousand years, we can know what amazing heritage the Taixuan Realm has.
Most of the people on the ferry walked out of the room and stood on the deck, looking at the increasingly clear Taixuanyu Ferry with excited expressions.
Song Changling was dressed in Tsing Yi, carrying a book box that could be stored in a storage ring, and he was full of high spirits. He looked like a scholar who had lived in poverty for ten years and was finally going to Beijing to take the exam one day.
Situ Huangfen was still dressed in coarse linen clothes, with bare feet and an expressionless face. There was no sight of the formation master in white and black robes.
Pei Xiufu stood in the distance, feeling nothing. On the other hand, Pei Yaoyao was leaning on the railing, holding his head in his hands, looking very unhappy. He finally made a trip to Taixuan Realm, and now he was going back.
"Why……"
The little girl sighed, feeling worried.
Lin Huang stretched out his hands to rub his face, and took a long breath. A warm smile appeared on his face involuntarily, and his heart was filled with excitement.
There is a king in the Taixuan Realm.
There is a Setsuna sword.
There is a battle for kingship!
He Lin Huang should not be as unknown as before!
…
Bang.
Along with the huge earthquake as the ferry docked, the whole boat shook a few times, and the outline of the ferry completely appeared in front of everyone.
Tens of thousands of people crowded off the ferry.
On the deck, Pei Xiufu stepped forward and stood next to Lin Huang, "The roads are different behind us, let's say goodbye here!"
Lin Huang nodded, although Lin Huang also wanted to go to Qingtian Martial Palace. But now Pei Xiufu obviously wanted to take Situ Huangfen to the martial arts meeting place of the three sects and six palaces.
"Before I leave, I still have to tell you something!"
Pei Xiufu patted the railing and looked into the distance.
Lin Huang grinned, "I'm all ears, kid!"
"Not always will someone help you kill the Martial Saint. Even the most extraordinary talent is just a pig that grows fast and will die the earliest in front of the butcher."
Pei Xiufu said.
Lin Huang clasped his fists and smiled, "I still understand the principle of a gentleman hiding his weapons. Master and senior brother have both told me, I will be careful!"
"That's good... I have been a jade master for so many years and I have never misjudged anyone. I hope I won't do it this time either!"
Pei Xiufu nodded, then waved his sleeves and said cheerfully, "Let's go!"
As he finished speaking, Pei Xiufu held up Pei Yaoyao and Situ Huangfen with one hand, and their figures gradually disappeared from the spot.
Looking at the three disappeared people, Lin Huang narrowed his eyes slightly, "This old man... can't see through it!"
Lin Huang then led Song Changling off the ferry.
The ferry in Taixuan Territory is more prosperous than the ferry in Whirlpool City. The whole ferry is crowded with people, and the atmosphere of warriors coming and going is obviously a level higher than that in Whirlpool Territory.
"Martial style is fierce!"
This word immediately popped into Lin Huang's mind. When Lin Huang saw the row of gourd beasts at the ferry, he immediately became vigilant.
The biggest function of the Calabash Beast is to record scenes.
According to common sense, gourd beasts should not exist in places like the ferry, unless there is a special need.
Behind the gourd beast, Lin Huang clearly saw several groups of people wearing uniform clothes. The patterns on the clothes were exactly the same as those on Xu Tianguan and others.
"them……"
Song Changling was about to speak, but Lin Huang naturally hugged the latter, causing Song Changling to shut his mouth immediately.
Afterwards, the two of them stepped onto the ferry, alert but with normal expressions, and merged into the crowded crowd.
Lin Huang also understood the reason for the appearance of the Gourd Beast. Every disciple of a large family sect would have a soul jade token.
The jade tablet is not broken and the soul is immortal.
But once a person dies, the jade plaque will also shatter. Obviously, the deaths of Xu Tianguan, Yuwen Shendu, Fatty Chu and Liu Linglong have already alarmed these major forces.
Nine Gates Xu Family.
Luoshengwu Mansion, where the Yuwen Divine Capital is located.
The Tiandao Sect where Liu Linglong belongs.
…
There may also be people from the Song family in the Vermillion Bird Divine Realm on the way.
Lin Huang and Song Changling were flowing among the crowd, looking in the direction of the ferry. They saw a group of dozens of old men in red robes stepping onto the ferry.
Dozens of people from Tiandao Sect wearing Taoist Tai Chi Xuan patterns also stepped onto the ferry.
There are also several old men in Luoshengwu Mansion, the same is true!
The aura of each team was extremely powerful, and they did not restrain their aura at all. Instead, they deliberately released murderous intent, shocking everyone in the world.
After all, someone took action to kill the descendants of the four major forces.
If this thing is done by outsiders, it can be big or small; but if it is done by people from the Taixuan Realm, then I don't know which force harbors evil intentions and dares to challenge the dignity of several major forces like this.
"Will it be found out?"
Song Changling whispered softly.
Lin Huang nodded, "With my ability, it's impossible to hide it from the truth. It will eventually be found out, it's just a matter of time. These gourd beasts just now are used to record the faces of everyone on the ferry!"
Song Changling shrugged helplessly.
"Let's go and find a place to stay first. We must always remember that this matter has nothing to do with us. Do you know Liu Linglong and Xu Tianguan?"
Lin Huang said.
"Ah...who are you talking about?"
Song Changling said very cooperatively.
Lin Huang smiled and then moved away from the place. However, before he had gone a hundred steps, Lin Huang suddenly turned back and looked in the direction of the ferry, his brows slightly furrowed.
At a place along the sea line at the ferry, there was a young man sitting in a wheelchair.
White clothes and white hair.
The body is haggard.
Sunken cheeks.
The white-haired young man looked like a dead man with half his life in the ground. His eyes were full of gray and defeated, but he was staring straight at the ferry. The smile on his thin and pale face had already frozen, and there was an indescribable trace of sadness between his eyebrows.