Chapter 3017 Three days in a hurry, the situation in the temple
Pure blood!
Special physique!
Zhu Tianpeng's eyes lit up and he understood something in his heart.
If it is really because of this, it means that Ling Yan'er's importance is even higher than that of the Spirit Clan in a certain sense. Only the masters of the Spirit Clan and those high-level officials would agree to such a thing.
Thinking of this, Zhu Tianpeng's mouth slightly shrank, he picked up the wine glass and said: "Okay, in this case, let's not speculate anymore. In three days' time, the son-in-law selection meeting will begin, and Ling Yan'er will definitely meet by then.
Just choose to show up and take a good look at it then."
These words immediately aroused the recognition of Liu Shen and the others. Although they were curious, the four of them were not the ones who wanted to take Ling Yan'er. All this was just a deal.
"Come on, drink!"
"I won't go home until I'm drunk, just relax for these three days!"
"Really, I haven't had such a relaxed drinking experience in years."
"..."
Under a burst of discussion, Zhu Tianpeng and the four of them began to eat and drink carelessly. At this moment, it seemed as if they had returned to the Three Realms again. Although Liu Shen did not exist at that time, everyone had a sincere relationship with each other.
There isn't much of a conflict of interest.
…
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
In the early morning of the fourth day, the entrance to the spiritual realm opened, and countless young monks from various major forces in Holy Thunder City swarmed into the spiritual realm.
For a time, the originally prosperous spiritual realm became even more prosperous with the entry of large numbers of outsiders, and it was noisy and full of people.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of knocking on the door resounded, and the voice of a maid came into the room: "Your Majesty the Emperor of Heaven, the clan leader asks you to go to the Spiritual Palace with all your lords."
In the room, Zhu Tianpeng opened his tightly closed eyes, jumped down from the bed and said, "Okay, I'll be here soon."
After saying that, Zhu Tianpeng washed himself with magic, then walked to the door and opened it, only to see an outstanding-looking maid who had been waiting there for a long time.
"Let's go!"
After waving his hand, Zhu Tianpeng didn't waste any time and walked towards the outside world with his feet up.
At the same time, in the other rooms, Sun Wukong, Nezha and Liu Shen also stepped out.
After the four of them met, they looked at each other and smiled, and then walked out of the Purple Thunder Pavilion side by side. Under the leadership of a man in armor, they went straight to the Spiritual Palace.
As Zhu Tianpeng and four others arrived, they could clearly see that the Ling Palace was crowded with people. The younger generation of monks from many factions gathered there, and the entire hall was almost packed.
"Four adults, please!"
After bowing, the man in armor spoke.
"Um!"
Nodding, Zhu Tianpeng did not hesitate, and walked towards the palace with Sun Wukong and the others in stride.
"Who are these four people?"
"Why didn't I see them when I was in Holy Thunder City?"
As the four people entered, 90% of the monks in the hall frowned, constantly thinking about the identities of Zhou Wushuang and the four others, but they couldn't decide for a moment.
"It's them!"
In the corner of the hall, Dan Xun's face became extremely ugly at this moment. He stared at the four Zhu Tianpeng who stepped into it, especially Zhu Tianpeng. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said: "Damn guy,
You actually show up here and dare to snatch Yan'er from me, I will kill you."
Next to Dan Xun, Ji Wushang also frowned. When Zhu Tianpeng and the four appeared here, he immediately thought that the latter was planning to give up Dan Xun's chance to gain access to the forbidden land of the Spirit Clan.
Subconsciously glancing at Dan Xun beside him, Ji Wushang's eyes flashed with light, and he secretly said: "That's fine, I have already got Po'er Dan, and now I just need to do my best to help him, even if I lose.
It doesn’t matter, after all, Zhu Tianpeng and the others still have hope.”
As soon as he thought of this, Ji Wushang suddenly smiled, but this smile was quickly hidden by him, and Dan Xun beside him didn't notice it at all.
"Emperor Qizong!"
"Damn it, why is this guy here!"
Suddenly, someone in the crowd recognized Zhu Tianpeng's identity and suddenly let out a burst of exclamation.
The people who were still thinking about Zhu Tianpeng's identity also showed a look of astonishment at this moment, and then looked at Zhu Tianpeng one by one with eyes full of shock and disbelief, and lost their voices: "Emperor Qi Zong? Oh my God, this
Is it the youngest Weapon Emperor?"
"I heard that when he was at the second level of the Tao Realm, he was on par with Tuoba Jingyun, who was at the fourth level of the Tao Realm. There is no doubt about this guy's fighting ability. What's more, now that so many years have passed, he is probably stronger again."
"Damn it, what is this guy doing here? Does he also have thoughts about Miss Lingyan'er? If so, he is a powerful enemy."
"..."
Under the gazes and discussions of everyone, Zhu Tianpeng and the others quickly arrived at the interior of the hall.
"You came!"
On the main seat, the Lord of the Spirit Clan smiled slightly, then pointed to a seat not far from him and said: "Please sit down!"
This guy wants to isolate me!
His pupils shrank, and Zhu Tianpeng instantly understood what the leader of the spiritual clan was paying attention to.
There were so many monks standing in the venue, but they gave him a seat. No matter how you looked at it, it was suspected of special treatment.
In addition, everyone who came here came here for Ling Yan'er, so Zhu Tianpeng naturally became the target of public criticism at this moment.
Feeling the pairs of fire-breathing eyes around him and the vague murderous intent in the hall, Zhu Tianpeng sneered in his heart, but he did not refuse anything. He cupped his fists and saluted the Lord of the Spiritual Tribe: "Thank you!"
After saying that, Zhu Tianpeng walked towards the place where the chair was. After sitting down, he took out a white jade wine bottle and closed it there.
Compared to Zhu Tianpeng, who has become the target of public criticism, Sun Wukong and the other three seem a little transparent at the moment. They stand behind Zhu Tianpeng, but no one cares about them. After all, the three of them have a good reputation within the Ten Lands, but in Nine Heavens
But there is no reputation above it.
"Lord Spirit Master, why can the Heavenly Emperor of Qi Sect sit there?"
At this moment, among the crowd, a young man in gorgeous clothes walked out and asked with a jealous and somewhat impoverished look.
Not only him, but everyone in the palace looked at the Lord of the Spirit Clan, hoping that he could give a reasonable explanation.
After all, in terms of status, most of them are not inferior to Zhu Tianpeng. Why can they sit while Zhu Tianpeng is standing, and they are in an extremely forward position.
"Why else? You are not as handsome as me!"
Before the Lord of the Spirit Clan could speak, Zhu Tianpeng took a sip of wine and curled his lips disdainfully.
As soon as these words came out, ninety-nine percent of the monks in the room immediately glared at him. If it weren't for the fact that they were in the spiritual hall, they would have been eager to go up and beat Zhu Tianpeng to death.