The middle-aged man in red robes with a sinister and stern face is the red-robed high priest of Taishang Religion, Loew, a nine-star emperor.
At the same time, Loew is also the leader of the Taishang Sect's team participating in the Dao Discussion Competition. Behind him, the forty powerful ancestors of the Taishang Sect who are in the divine realm are the ascetics who will participate in this Dao Discussion Competition.
At this moment, if Loew and his group came uninvited, nothing good would come of it.
The atmosphere in the hall became deathly silent.
Chen Xi and the others looked cold, sitting cross-legged in front of the papers and motionless, showing no intention of getting up to greet the guests.
Emperor Rongxun was a little surprised≮wán≮≮ロba,★.←≯.● and he was uncertain. He looked at "Ying Qin" standing in front of the main hall, as if he didn't understand why he wanted to bring all the Supreme Religion members with him.
The monks come.
However, Loew and the others seemed not to have noticed the subtle atmosphere of the hall, as they had all entered the hall at this moment.
Wen Ting obviously recognized Loew. When she heard Loew's words, she didn't even raise her head and said calmly: "It's true that we haven't seen each other for more than ten thousand years. It's just a pity that your senior brother Wei Zhe was protecting him at that time.
If you die, otherwise, you may never be able to stand in front of me again today."
The voice was as calm as water, but it contained a hint of sarcasm, echoing endlessly in the silent and empty hall.
Lu Fu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Wen Ting really has a good memory. Ever since my senior brother Wei Zhe died in your hands, I have been waiting for an opportunity to avenge him. What a pity.
, you Wen Ting have been hiding in Shenyan Mountain since then and have never appeared again, which has made me endure it for so many years. This feeling is very hard."
As he spoke, there was an indescribable resentment in the cold and hoarse voice, which spread like a cold wind in the hall, making everyone present, Chen Xi, feel shocked.
That Taishang Sect's red-robed high priest Le Fu's senior brother actually died at the hands of Wen Ting 10,000 years ago?
If so, could Loew come here to seek revenge?
Even the two Taoist teaching elders, Emperor Rongxun and Emperor Yingqin, seemed not to understand this point, so their expressions changed slightly at this moment.
The atmosphere in the main hall became more and more deadly, the air seemed to be frozen, and it was so depressing that people could hardly breathe.
"So, you are here to avenge your senior brother?"
Wen Ting finally raised her head, her starry eyes looked directly at Loew who was standing in the distance, but there was an undisguised sneer on the corner of her lips, "However, with your current ability, it is not enough.
."
Wen Ting is an eight-star emperor, but at this moment she is looking directly at a nine-star emperor, showing her disdain without any concealment, which makes people feel a bit abrupt and ridiculous.
But those disciples of Shenyan Mountain behaved calmly and in a reasonable manner. They knew very well how powerful their uncle Wen Ting was.
Even Chen Xi was not surprised, because he himself often did things to kill enemies across realms, and now he knew that none of the disciples of Shenyan Mountain were strong in the ordinary sense, so they would not
There is something wrong with this.
But when the disciples of the Supreme Religion heard this, their faces darkened.
Loew's expression was also the same. He stared at Wen Ting with gloomy eyes and said solemnly: "If you don't give it a try, how will you know?"
Wen Ting withdrew her gaze, and without looking at Nalev, she raised her hand to pick up the cup of tea on the desk, took a sip, and then said: "I advise you not to try. Back then, your senior brother was two levels higher than me in cultivation."
After reaching this realm, you still failed to survive in the end. Do you think you are more powerful than your senior brother?"
With one sentence, Loew's face suddenly changed slightly, and his breath became colder and more chilling.
Seeing that the atmosphere was tense, and there was a hint of struggle on the verge of breaking out, Emperor Rongxun could no longer sit still, and quickly stood up and said: "Two fellow Taoists, we are all here for the Taoism Competition this time. We must not do it because of some private matters.
And I think the consequences of ruining this discussion are definitely not something you two would like to see."
Wen Ting smiled and was noncommittal.
Seeing this, Le Fu also took a deep breath and said with a smile: "Don't get me wrong, fellow Taoist Rongxun, I just want to bring a group of disciples here to get to know the disciples of Shenyan Mountain who are participating in the discussion.
, lest you admit the wrong person when discussing the Tao."
As he said that, he moved his eyes away from Wen Ting and landed on Chen Xi and his group. He immediately raised his eyebrows with a strange look on his face: "Ten people? Haha, you Shenyanshan are really as confident as before.
."
There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"Uncle Loew, I think they are not confident, but arrogant."
Suddenly, a Taishang disciple spoke coldly. He was dressed in black robes, had skinny cheeks, a hooked nose, and a cold and unruly temperament.
"Who do you think you are, you dare to call us arrogant? Do you want us to start making gestures now? If anyone loses, how about kneeling down in front of everyone and begging for mercy?"
With a snap, Tu Meng stood up from the table and spoke angrily, staring fiercely at him with a pair of big copper bell-like eyes.
The hook-nosed man's face darkened, and he sneered: "What are you talking about? If you want to fight, I will let you try my own methods when the Dao Competition begins. But this time, we are not fighting."
Come."
As he spoke, he glanced at the Shenyan Mountain disciples present and said in a deep voice: "Who is Chen Xi? Come forward and let us see!"
This sentence was full of command-like flavor and seemed extremely insulting.
"Damn it, you can also call my great-uncle by his name?"
Tu Meng stood up with his majestic and burly body, pointed at the hook-nosed man and shouted.
Great uncle?
Unexpectedly, when he heard Tu Meng's name, the hook-nosed man was slightly startled, and suddenly smiled strangely and said to his companions: "Did you hear clearly? A boy who cultivated as an ancestor god actually became their master.
Uncle, hahaha."
Everyone else also had a weird look on their faces, and many of them laughed out loud.
Snapped!
Suddenly, Wen Ting waved his hand lightly, and before the hook-nosed man could react, he was slapped hard on the face with an invisible slap. His cheeks were red and swollen, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and his teeth were spattered.
pellets.
Then he let out a miserable howl and flew backwards more than ten feet, twitching like a gourd on the ground, as if he was suffering from epilepsy.
This scene happened so fast that no one expected that Wen Ting, as an emperor-level being, would actually change his hands and deal with a powerful person in the Supreme Ancestral God-level.
Even the red-robed high priest Loew was caught unawares and had no time to save him.
"Wen Ting! What do you mean?"
Le Fu's face was ashen and he said coldly, "You are so majestic when you use a big bully to bully a small disciple!"
"He, a young disciple, dared to slander my uncle. I didn't kill him, so I tolerated him enough."
Wen Ting said calmly, "If there is a second time, you, Le Fu, just wait and collect the body of that little guy who talks nonsense."
Everyone's heart froze, and they all knew that according to Wen Ting's character, her words were definitely not bluffing, and she meant what she said.
But when they saw that Wen Ting, an Eight-Star Emperor, was brazenly taking action because of his reputation as an "Uncle Master" in the Ancestral God Realm, the expressions of the disciples of the Supreme Religion changed slightly, but they no longer dared to take Chen Xi's identity.
joke.
When Chen Xi witnessed all this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This is Shen Yanshan's style of dealing with things. He doesn't cause trouble, but he's not afraid of it. If you dare to provoke, then I dare to beat you!
It's so simple and domineering, no matter if you are a Supreme Master or someone else, you will still be beaten.
"Please, for the sake of our Taoist temple, please don't get angry, otherwise it will be difficult for us."
Emperor Rongxun hurriedly spoke again, but he was secretly complaining in his heart, why did Emperor Yingqin bring these guys from the Taishangjiao? Don't you know that the Taishangjiao and Shenyan Mountain have always been sworn enemies?
"Haha, fellow Taoist Rong Xun, there is no need to be embarrassed. Aren't they here to see me, Chen Xi? I'm right here. If you've seen enough, please leave. We don't welcome uninvited guests here!"
At this time, Chen Xi suddenly stood up and spoke calmly, attracting all the attention in the hall.
Lev was stunned for a moment and narrowed his eyes to look at Chen Xi.
The Supreme Sect disciples behind him also looked at Chen Xi with various expressions, as if they wanted to see something from him.
But what disappointed them was that Chen Xi's aura was indifferent, and there was nothing obvious about it just from the surface.
However, they firmly remembered Chen Xi's appearance, as if he was staring at prey.
At this moment, even Emperor Ying Qin of the Taoist Academy was looking at Chen Xi, his expression was calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.
"I heard that when you were in the Three Realms, you killed many of my Supreme Religion's fellow disciples, and even robbed my Supreme Religion of treasured copper coins?"
Suddenly, a Supreme Sect disciple spoke.
This person looked extremely special, with hair as long as blood, dazzling red, a complexion as white as jade, a tall and tall figure, and a pair of eyes filled with brilliant light, like the flames from the abyss of hell, which captured the soul.
He stood there casually, like a spear that could pierce the sky. His whole body was filled with an incomparable aura of scorn, just like an overlord emperor in the realm of ancestral gods!
"Uncle Master, this son is Leng Xinghun. He has set foot in the Ancestral God Realm ten thousand years ago. He is known as the 'One of the Best in the Imperial Realm'. He was unrivaled in those days. Now that he has not advanced to the Emperor Realm, he must have used some kind of
The secret method suppresses the realm just to wait for this opportunity to enter the chaotic ruins."
Wen Ting's voice came to his ears, and Chen Xi immediately understood the identity of the man in black. He narrowed his eyes and felt a shiver in his heart. In order to enter the chaotic ruins, he even suppressed the realm for tens of thousands of years. This
This guy is really tolerant.
However, he said calmly: "Kill them because they deserve to be killed. As for the copper coins, they are just trophies."
These words were said so unceremoniously that the red-robed high priest Loew's face darkened and his eyes were extremely cold.
Leng Xinghun was silent for a moment, but he smiled, nodded and said, "As long as you admit it, I will take it back from you again."
The words are calm, but the meaning is profound, and it is full of contention!