"The last guest room in our hotel has just been rented by this guest, and now it is fully occupied, with three guests..."
Feeling uneasy in his heart, the boy finally spoke.
"Full house?"
Hearing these words, before the young man in brocade could speak, the two disciples of the Flame Phoenix Divine Sect beside him frowned.
One of them said, "We traveled all the way and finally arrived at Yangcheng, but now we don't even have a place to rest?"
Seeing the displeasure on the faces of the three of them, the waiter couldn't help but secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "I'm really sorry, our store has..."
"Hasn't he moved in yet?"
But before the boy could finish his words, the man in brocade clothes who was the leader among the three finally stood up.
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out and came to Mo Wangchen. With a faint smile on his face, he said, "This friend, we are from the Yanhuang Divine Sect. My name is Zhou Jing. Please invite me."
How about you give us this guest room so that we can make friends?"
"Flaming Phoenix Divine Sect?"
Hearing the words of the man in brocade clothes, Mo Wangchen couldn't help but feel shocked.
In fact, when he was still in the Mei family, he went to Mei Zhan's place and learned a lot about the structure of the Xuanwu League.
Among them, I have heard of the Yanhuang Divine Sect.
In the Xuanwu Alliance, regardless of the overlord Xuandi City, in addition to the Alchemy Alliance, there are also many ancient martial arts families and holy places.
Almost the same as above Tiangang, the ancient martial arts family and the Holy Land are almost the top-notch existences here.
Every holy land and ancient martial arts family has been passed down for millions of years, and their heritage is terrifying and unpredictable.
In these holy places, there are also saint sons and saint girls. The Yanhuang Divine Sect has the saint Feng Qing. It is rumored that she is of the bloodline of the ancient divine phoenix and has many inescapable connections with the current Phoenix clan.
Although this Zhou Jing is not a genius at the level of the Holy Son, he is definitely one of the top figures among the younger generation of the Xuanwu League. He is also very famous in the entire Xuanwu League.
"Haha, I wonder which force my friend is a descendant of?"
Seeing that Mo Wangchen was silent and seemed to be thinking about something on his face, Zhou Jing asked again.
However, Mo Wangchen raised his head and looked at it. After a moment of silence, he said, "I'm sorry, I have already rented this guest room. Please find another place to stay."
It's not that Mo Wangchen didn't want to, but Yangcheng was almost overcrowded nowadays. It took him a lot of effort to find Tianyang Tower. It was probably the same in other places, and there were no remaining guest rooms.
The gathering at the Valley of the God King only started in seven days, so it was impossible for me to wander around the city for seven days, right?
"snort!"
As soon as he spoke, behind Zhou Jing, the two disciples of the Yanhuang Divine Sect who arrived couldn't help but snorted coldly. One of them stood up and looked at Mo Wangchen with a cold face, "Boy, let you
Leave as soon as you leave, why are you talking nonsense? To be honest, our senior brother is able to like your room, which is already considered as giving you face, you don't want to be toasted and you will be fined with wine!"
"What do you mean by this?"
Hearing what the other party said, Mo Wangchen smiled instead of getting angry, "I don't owe you anything. I was the first to rent this guest room, so there seems to be no reason to give it to you, right?"
"Did you know that we are from the Flame Phoenix Divine Sect?!"
Another disciple narrowed his eyes, his gaze became colder, and he stared at Mo Wangchen.
"What happened to the Flame Phoenix Divine Sect?"
Mo Wangchen looked puzzled, "Do you want to use the power behind you to oppress others and use your power to bully others?"
"This guest officer..."
Next to Mo Wangchen, the boy from Tianyang Tower couldn't help but stand up. His forehead was sweating. This was the first time he saw someone dare to deny Yanhuang Divine Sect face.
Moreover, the man in brocade clothes opposite is actually Zhou Jing?
Among all the current geniuses in the Xuanwu League, Zhou Jing cannot be underestimated. He is one of the top super geniuses below the level of the Holy Son.
There are ten holy places in the entire Xuanwu League. The Saint Son and Saint Daughter in each holy place are super geniuses that are hard to find in ancient times. Zhou Jing can be regarded as a genius second only to the Saint Son. Looking at the entire Xuanwu League, there are
How many people dare to offend?
"oh?"
"This friend looks quite unfamiliar. I recognize almost all the outstanding geniuses in the ten holy places. It seems that there is no one like you. Could it be that he is a child of some ancient martial arts family?"
Not far from the opposite side, Zhou Jing narrowed his eyes slightly. After knowing his identity and the power behind him, the other party was still so tough. It can be seen that he must have some background.
"Hmph, look at his chariot. How could he be a child of the Guwu family? Even if he is, he is just an ordinary child. How dare he not give face to his senior brother!"
Next to Zhou Jing, a disciple snorted coldly. In fact, a person's identity and status can be seen from the other person's car.
Chariots are not uncommon in Daluo Heaven Realm. Many high-profile figures, including geniuses of the younger generation, can own a good chariot.
At this moment, although Mo Wangchen's chariot looked good, it was still far behind those used by the geniuses of the ancient martial arts families in the Holy Land.
"This war beast pulling the cart seems to be the descendant of the ancient Yinglong, Fire Dragon Qi, right?"
As he said that, the disciple couldn't help but sneer and continued, "Although Fire Dragon Qilin is rare, in fact, it is just a hybrid species, like a real dragon and Qilin, with mixed bloodlines in its body. Both the ancient martial arts family and the Holy Land attach great importance to bloodline, and
How can a hybrid be used to pull a cart?"
"hiss!"
As soon as these words came out, Mo Wangchen suddenly narrowed his eyes with a slightly cold gaze. However, before he could say anything, Long Qi roared behind him, as if he was furious, and faced Zhou Jing and the others.
"Evil beast!"
Zhou Jing snorted coldly, a war beast dared to show such an attitude to him, and his face suddenly darkened.
"grumble!"
Behind him, the firebird also neighed, the sound was sharp, piercing the eardrums, and then he saw that the surrounding flames around the firebird suddenly became louder, and its body slowly rose into the sky, like a halo.
The sun was bright, and there was a faint pressure that enveloped it.
This pressure was very mysterious and had no impact on Mo Wangchen, but it had a great impact on Long Qi behind him.
"The suppression of bloodline..."
Mo Wangchen frowned slightly. Long Qi behind him shook his body violently when this coercion came over him. As if he had been hit by a terrible impact, his body trembled and he was about to crawl to the ground.
"hiss!"
Long Qi let out an unbearable roar, unwilling to show weakness at all, and tried his best to resist the opponent.
However, the suppression of the bloodline comes from the source. No matter how it struggles, it will be difficult to sustain the pressure of the Firebird bloodline.
Seeing that Long Qi's legs were paralyzed, he was about to crawl to the ground.
"snort!"
Suddenly, Mo Wangchen took a step forward, and a cold snort seemed to have the resonance of the great road, rolling out. In an instant, the pressure of the Firebird that shrouded this place dissipated in an instant, and was completely gone.
"grumble!"
The firebird let out a mournful cry, as if it had been hit mentally, and blood overflowed from the corner of its mouth. When it looked at Mo Wangchen again, its fiery red eyes seemed to be full of unparalleled fear.
"If you can't control this war beast, I don't suggest that I help you discipline it." Mo Wangchen's eyes were slightly cold, and his voice came clearly into the ears of Zhou Jing and the others.