The clouds in the distant sky move with it, like the changing wind and clouds, like the flow of heaven and earth.
An old voice sounded from the clouds, and an old man with crane hair and childlike face came stepping on a crane.
"Emperor Zhenwu, there is no need to be curious, it is Lao Cheng who is here."
This old man was riding a crane in the clear sky, with an immortal aura flowing around his body. He controlled the invisible airflow and landed directly on the banquet seat. He picked up a bunch of grapes and put them into his mouth. While eating, he and the young master greeted each other alone.
"Young Master, I am very polite. I am getting older and my legs are inconvenient, so I will not greet you and sit down directly."
The smile on Gongzi Duxing's face froze for a moment, and he quietly said: "Senior Qiongxiao, my name is Gongzi Duxing... not Gongzi Duxing..."
"Hey, it doesn't matter whether you are a young master or a loner, the name is just a code name, don't get too entangled," said the old man Qiong Xiao, picking up another peach and eating it, "If you feel uncomfortable, you can also call me that.
, It doesn’t matter whether it’s Old Man Qiongxiao or Old Man Qiongxiao~”
After eating only the peach core in three or two mouthfuls, the old man Qiong Xiao smiled at the young master alone, and then picked up another banana.
Dimeng Xinghang smiled at Old Man Qiongxiao, tilted slightly towards Han Feng, and whispered: "Old Man Qiongxiao, the master of Pimeng Peach Forest, is a well-known old genius in Zhongzhou for two hundred years.
No matter what happens in the world, I don’t know what means Gongzi Duxing used to let such a character come out and walk."
"Those who pursue fame are promised great righteousness, and those who pursue profit are promised great profits. This is the only thing in the world." Han Feng didn't care much. What he really valued during this trip was just Jiang Qinglou. The huge rivers and lakes... really
The only one that can compete with Heaven is Jiang Qinglou's Borderless Demon City.
"Hey, the old man doesn't like fame, fortune, or beauty... all he likes is eating something." Old man Qiong Xiao heard Han Feng's words, but he wasn't angry either. He just smiled and ate all the bananas in his hand.
Han Feng really didn't care about an innate who seemed to have nothing special about him, so he smiled lightly in response.
Then, I felt the strong scent of the south approaching quickly.
He seems to be extremely innate, but under the blessing of an inexplicable divine power, he exudes the aura of a saint. However, his human nature does not have the true meaning of super innate martial arts at all, and he can only be regarded as a pseudo-innate.
However, even if you use external forces to exert your super innate combat power, it will still be the pinnacle of Kyushu.
Han Feng felt the vague but strong aura of divine power on the person who came, and a hint of deep meaning flashed in his eyes.
"Hahahahaha, I was busy wiping out the evil cult in southern Xinjiang, so I set out a little late. How late is it?"
The visitor's voice was indifferent and solemn, with a strong aura of superiority.
Following his words, eighteen girls in white skirts and eighteen young men in armor came from the sky, riding the wind and clouds.
The young man in armor landed on the ground and guarded a seat. Eighteen girls stepped back from the air and filled the sky with peach petals.
A middle-aged man wearing a golden crown and imperial robe descended from the sky, sat in the banquet, and raised the wine glass on the table to toast the young master from a distance.
"Young Master is traveling alone, so I will sit down directly without greeting you."
Upon seeing this, Young Master Du Xing immediately raised his hands and saluted: "Master Tang, there is no need to say so. It is already an honor for Young Master Du Xing to have you here." Hearing this, Han Feng took a closer look at Master Tang.
Nan Wulin founded the country based on religion. The leader Tang Yuan has thousands of years of wealth and military power from the ancient divine religion. His religious heritage is so profound... that he is not at all inferior to the Holy Land of Zhongzhou. However, in recent years, a mysterious person has appeared in Nan Wulin.
The Protestant religion coerced a large number of believers into embarrassment with the Ancient God Religion. Tang Yuan was able to find time to participate in this grand event in Zhongzhou during the war with the Protestant religion. This can be regarded as giving the young master a lot of face.
Sensing Han Feng's gaze, Tang Yuan turned his gaze to Han Feng and raised his glass in congratulations: "Is this the most popular Zhenwu Emperor of Heaven in Kyushu now?"
Han Feng didn't know what this guy's purpose was, so he responded calmly: "Exactly."
As the leader of a continent, the other party couldn't make too much of a gesture, but he didn't know what Nan Wulin's attitude was, so it would be better to say less.
Han Feng thought more, but never thought that this guy was really crazy. After hearing Han Feng's answer, he started to talk: "Ha, Emperor Zhenwu is naturally unparalleled as the hero of the heaven, but this time
The banquet invites all the heroes from all over the world, and everyone has a profound background. As a new force, Heavenly Court still lacks some depth."
When Han Feng heard this, his eyebrows moved.
Does this guy think that he has too few troubles in southern Xinjiang? He needs to find a way to cause trouble in southern Wulin when he goes back.
Before Han Feng could say anything to counterattack, another change occurred on the field. A wisp of white smoke rose in the venue, and then a young man with a face of no more than 20 years old appeared in front of everyone. He had an evil and handsome appearance, with eyebrows between
There is a white rune mark.
As soon as he appeared, he looked directly at the leader of the ancient god and taunted: "Tang Yuan, after all, the Heavenly Court has the power of two major continents. What qualifications do you, a loser who can't even defend Southern Xinjiang, have to speak here?
"
"Bold!" After hearing this person's taunting words, a young man in armor next to Tang Yuan immediately shouted.
When the evil young man heard the other party's scolding, he turned his gaze away. There seemed to be a bottomless abyss in his gaze, which instantly made the young man in armor of the third level of cultivation feel that his soul had been sucked away.
In the eyes of everyone present, following the gaze of the evil young man, the transparent soul of this young man was really pulled out.
"That's enough!" Seeing this scene, Tang Yuan stood up instantly. The innate energy surged around his body, shattering the evil young man's gaze.
Then, the armored boy suddenly knelt on the ground in pain, his forehead covered with sweat.
"Shen Wuxie, you are looking for death and have come to Zhongzhou."
After everyone heard this, they instantly understood that this Shen Wuxie was one of the three leaders of the Southern Wulin Protestant Religion. No wonder they were tit for tat with Tang Yuan as soon as he showed up.
It is interesting to say that the Nanwulin New Sect has been opposed to the Ancient God Sect since its inception, and Gongzi Duxing actually invited these two sworn enemies together.
"Tang Yuan, my death date... will definitely be later than yours." Shen Wuxie laughed while talking, looking extremely crazy.
Tang Yuan didn't say much, but Han Feng, sitting aside, could clearly sense that the Tang leader had divine power running around him.
"Hey, hey, you two, don't be anxious, harmony brings wealth~ harmony brings wealth~"
Gongzi Duxing and Bo Xujun stepped forward to separate the two of them, trying their best to control the situation.
However, misfortunes never come singly. A tacit understanding that is unique in the world came from outside the venue. Jiang Qinglou, dressed in black, had arrived without knowing when. He laughed loudly and strode over:
"Hahahaha, it's a banquet for all the heroes in the world, everyone...are you already about to start competing to see who is the real hero?"