Amid the discussion among the crowd, a young man walked out of the crowd and held his hand towards Luo Qing.
"Who are you?"
Saint Yunxi looked at him and frowned slightly. She did not recognize this young man.
"I am a disciple of Ziji. I am waiting here on the orders of the Holy Son. My senior brother has hosted a banquet in the city and I would like to invite the fairy to come over and have a gathering."
After the young man finished speaking, he glanced at Mo Wangchen next to Luo Qing and said, "Senior Brother also said that if Brother Mo comes, please come with him."
"Holy Son of Purple Ji?"
Hearing the young man's words, Saint Yun Xi couldn't help but frown slightly. Without waiting for her to say anything, Mo Wangchen took the lead and said, "Forget it, let's go over and have a look."
Saint Yunxi nodded, and after asking about the location of the gathering, the two of them rushed directly towards Juxian Manor without hesitation.
In the south of the city, Juxian Village is located.
Now that night has fallen, compared to other places in Tiange City, the south side of the city seems to be much more lively.
Walking on the street, Mo Wangchen could see that most of the people coming and going were young faces.
There are many people heading in the same direction as them, obviously they are all going for the party.
Not long after, after bypassing several wide streets, a huge mansion finally appeared in front of Mo Wangchen and the two of them.
The plaque above the door has three golden characters, Juxianzhuang!
At this moment, in front of the door of Juxian Village, a large number of people gathered, all of them young people who came from all over the world.
There is a test in front of the door, which is the same as the original Xianlai Peak gathering.
Only those who can successfully pass will be eligible to participate in the party.
With the strength of Mo Wangchen and the two of them, they naturally passed here easily and walked all the way inside. Mo Wangchen found that Juxian Manor seemed to have become its own world, completely isolated from the outside world.
In this Juxian Villa, no sound from outside could be heard at all.
"Where is the Holy Son of Purple Ji? He is holding the party tonight. How come he hasn't appeared yet?"
Arriving at a courtyard, looking around, most of the people who entered the village were gathered here, densely packed with thousands of people. In front of Mo Wangchen and Saint Yunxi, there was a sound
A slightly arrogant voice.
The two of them looked around and saw a young man in purple clothes being supported by five or six geniuses, both male and female.
These geniuses are fawning over the young man, which is enough to show that this young man may have some extraordinary origins.
"That's right, Brother Chen came all the way to Beihuang. He heard that there was a party tonight, so he came to join in the fun, but Holy Son Ziji never showed up. What does this mean? Could it be that he planned to put Brother Chen and me in front of us?
Are all the people here chilling here?"
Next to the young man, a genius spoke, and in front of them, there was a disciple of Ziji who smiled bitterly and said, "There are more people coming today. The Holy Son is currently receiving everyone in the backyard, and he is a little too busy.
Yes, I have been ordered to welcome Brother Chen here, please come with me."
The young man who came to Beihuang was the young master of the Chen family, named Chen Ziyun.
The strength of the Chen family cannot be ignored in the Northern Wasteland. It is a large family second only to the Holy Land. Many family heads in the past generations have been powerful in adversity.
But that is all in the past. The current head of the Chen family has not been able to break through the reverse rebirth, so the current Chen family cannot be compared with the Holy Land.
Even so, it should not be underestimated. Rumor has it that as early as a thousand years ago, the head of the Chen family had entered the eighth level of the divine realm. After so many years, he may have already entered the ninth level.
Such strength is much stronger than the current leader of Xuantian Sect.
"Brother Chen arrived, but Holy Son Ziji did not greet him personally. Instead, he asked an ordinary disciple to lead the way. What is this? Could it be that he thought that Brother Chen was not enough for him, Xing Tianyi, to come out to greet him?"
The charming woman following Chen Ziyun spoke.
"That is, his status as the Holy Son of Purple Ji is so much higher than that of Brother Chen, why should he put on such airs?" Several other people followed suit.
"Brother Chen, Brother Chen, does the Chen family in Beihuang have such a great reputation? It's not even as good as the Holy Land, but a mere young master still wants Holy Son Ziji to come out to greet him. It's ridiculous."
Many people around were attracted by the movement here, and some geniuses in the Eastern Wasteland couldn't help but sneer.
Today, the proud men from the four regions gathered together. Chen Ziyun and the few people around him were really arrogant. They dared to put themselves in the same position as the Holy Son Ziji, which made many geniuses in the Eastern Wasteland unhappy.
As one of the Four Holy Sons, Xing Tianyi naturally has many supporters among the younger generation in Donghuang. Most of those who are speaking out at this moment are targeting Holy Son Ziji and are constantly catching up with him.
This is a kind of admiration and awe, but now Chen Ziyun dares to speak so brazenly, which is really upsetting.
"Of course I don't dare to compare myself with the Holy Son, but it's not the turn of a nobody like you to comment here."
Chen Ziyun sneered, looking towards the young man who spoke, and when he spoke, he actually wanted to take action directly.
"Bang!"
He pointed his finger in the air, and the invisible finger light cut through the void. In the blink of an eye, the opponent was knocked away and coughed up blood. Chen Ziyun said, "You can disappear in front of my eyes within ten breaths."
"Isn't it a bit too much for Your Excellency to take action so directly?"
Some people couldn't help but stand up. In any case, this gathering was initiated by the Holy Son Ziji, and this was still the Eastern Wasteland. How could a person from the Northern Wasteland be allowed to be arrogant here?
"To directly hurt someone, this is too disrespectful to me, the proud son of Donghuang. Do you want to make enemies of the heroes of Donghuang?" Some people fanned the flames, and Chen Ziyun's arrogant attitude made them unhappy. Regardless of whether the Chen family is in Beihuang.
No matter what, but this is Donghuang after all.
"Are you people worthy of being called proud?"
Chen Ziyun was disdainful and continued to sneer, "In my opinion, apart from the four great saints, there is no one in the East Wasteland who is worthy of attention. You chickens and dogs, even if you get together, you are nothing more than ants with wings, and you are still fighting for
Ants."
"Arrogant! Too arrogant!"
"Made, Chen Ziyun is so arrogant to look down on us in the East Wilderness."
Everyone was angry, but no one stood up. It wasn't that they didn't dare, but that they simply didn't have the strength to stand up.
"Seven Swords of Tianwu, Zhang Tianhua, the great disciple of Xuantian, Zhen Ming, the young master of the Zhen family, and Mo Wangchen, who has recently become famous all over the world, these people are all geniuses with combat power that is infinitely close to that of a saint child. How dare you say that?
Are they ants?" A young man couldn't help snorting.
"Zhang Tianhua may be considered a figure, but that will have to wait until Xuantian is established as a saint. As for the Seven Swords of Tianwu, the young master of the Zhen family was defeated by a rising star. How capable can they be?" Chen Ziyun
He spoke very proudly.
Everyone gritted their teeth. By belittling Tianwu Seven Swords and Zhen Ming in this way, he was equivalent to belittling everyone in the younger generation of Donghuang. It was really upsetting.
But what is helpless is that among the many proud men present in Donghuang today, no one dares to stand up. If Jian Yi, Zhen Ming and others were here, they would have already taken action.
"Are you going or should I go?"
Outside the crowd, Saint Yun Xi glanced at Mo Wangchen and spoke calmly.
Mo Wangchen smiled and said, "I'll do it. I'm not interested in what happens to Donghuang, but this man mentioned me just now, and his tone was a bit arrogant, so he asked me to see how capable he is."