Immortal Martial Venerable

At noon, a man dressed in white came out of Dongfangchen's room silently. It was a young man with a treasured sword on his waist. He was Dongfanglong.

Dongfanglong glanced coldly at the pavilion where Gu Fei was located, with a half-smile but not a smile on his face, then walked out of the other courtyard, left Lanyuelou and floated away.

Soon, in front of a majestic mansion in the central area of ​​Dragon Emperor City, a young man in white came. The young man looked around twice, and then walked into this extremely imposing mansion.

Outside the gate of this mansion stood four sergeants in cold iron armor, but they didn't seem to be able to see the young man in white, and let him walk into the mansion.

On the banner on the gate of the mansion, there are three big characters written in golden lacquer with flying and phoenixes - the mansion of the prince!

No wonder this mansion is so imposing, even guarded by soldiers in battle armor. It turns out that this is the mansion of Yang Yuandao, the king of Nanhuang County.

The young man in white was obviously a frequent visitor to the Prince's Mansion, and the guards outside recognized him, so no one stopped him and allowed him to enter the Prince's Mansion.

In the evening, in the Lanyue Building, the nine disciples of the younger generation of the Three Great Daomen received invitations from the Nanhuang County Palace at the same time.

Among these nine people, including Gu Fei, the invited are the top three most outstanding disciples among the young disciples of the Three Great Daomen.

Inside the pavilion, Gu Fei looked at the invitation card in his hand and couldn't help frowning. He didn't know this prince of the county. Is he inviting me?

He threw the invitation card in his hand onto the table in front of him, and then sat on the bed with his eyes closed, adjusting his luck. Because of the breakthrough in his realm, he had to be familiar with the power of the new generation.

The king? Even if it is an emperor, the king of the secular world only has a great deterrent effect on the common people, and in the eyes of powerful monks, there is no difference between the king of the world and the common people.

Even these great empires with thousands of miles of territory have to pay tribute to some large sects within their borders. The state of Qi, where Taixuanmen is located, pays tribute to Taixuanmen every year.

At the beginning of the lanterns, thousands of households in the Dragon Imperial City lit up with lights. If anyone watches the Dragon Imperial City from a distance, they will find that the Dragon Imperial City under the night is like a bright lamp lit in the endless primitive old forest. .

The dark and tall city walls of the Dragon Emperor City separate the two different worlds. Outside the city walls, there is an endless barren land.

Of course, there are also monks of different types in the Dragon Imperial City. Although humans account for the vast majority, the one who dominates the Southern Wilderness is not the Nanhuang County King appointed by the Yan royal family, but the Southern Wilderness Hundred Clan.

The Southern Wilderness Hundred Clan, in fact, is more appropriate to call it the Southern Wilderness Barbarian.

The Nanhuang County Palace is a courtyard in the west of the city. It covers a vast area and has a very particular layout. Pavilions, pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, strange rocks and rockeries, and verdant trees are completely the garden style of the Central Plains.

Passing through the garden in front, behind the courtyard, is a small lake. Although it is a small lake, it has a radius of several hundred acres. In the lake, there is a pavilion and a white jade bridge spanning the lake, along with both sides.

At this time, there was a melodious sound of music from the pavilion in the lake. In the hall on the second floor of the pavilion, the ground was covered with a thick golden silk carpet. There were nine tables on each side of the hall, and each distinguished guest had a separate table. Sitting cross-legged.

As the master, Yang Xun, the prince of the county prince, sat at the front of the hall. In the middle of the hall, there was a beautiful singer singing and dancing.

There are only a few people in the seats on both sides,

Most of them are empty, and all those present here are young people with dignified breath, strong spiritual energy, and glittering eyes in their eyes. These young people are only in their early twenties, and they are obviously outstanding figures of the younger generation in the Southern Wilderness.

"Report! White Tiger Clan, the tiger battle is here!"

At this time, there was a very angry voice from outside the pavilion.

"Please!" Yang Xun stood up, and the other teenagers in the room also stood up immediately. The White Tiger Clan among the barbarians in the Southern Wilderness is one of the Four Great Saint Clan, and the Tiger Fight is even more called the White Tiger. Among the family, the most outstanding person, among his peers, is hard to beat, and he is an extremely powerful person.

"Why did Yang Xun even invite him..." The young people whispered, and it was obvious that they were very afraid of this tiger battle.

"Haha! Brother Yang..." A voice resounded outside the pavilion, and a tall figure walked in from outside.

The entire pavilion, and even the sky above the lake, echoed the voice of this man. Those singers who were swaying and dancing were suddenly frightened by the sudden voice, and stopped unconsciously.

"Huh? What's the matter, what about the people from the Three Great Daomen?" The person who came was a young man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a pair of tiger eyes, flashing like a beast.

This young man is also in his early twenties, but he has white hair, and the long white hair is casually thrown backwards, and there is a threatening fierceness surging all over his body.

The young man's eyes were as sharp as blades, his eyes swept around the hall, and his face suddenly became a little ugly: "Brother Yang, what do you mean, I'm here for the people from the Third Avenue Gate, the Third Avenue Where's the guy at the door?"

When the teenagers in the hall saw this young man like a tiger, they couldn't help but change their expressions. And the prince of the county, Yang Xun, hurried up to greet him.

"Haha! Brother Hu Zhan, please take your seat, don't be impatient, the people from the Three Great Daomen should be here soon." Yang Xun said with a smile.

"Humph! I hope you don't let me down. You dare to make fun of me. You know it!" This tiger fight didn't give Yang Xun, the prince of the county, any face, and sat down on the first seat on the left.

"This guy Dongfanglong is full of bad ideas. Before I let the Three Great Daomen and the Southern Wilderness Hundred Clan get together, I got angry first." Yang Xun scolded Dongfanglong in his heart.

However, the idea that Dongfang Long came up with still made Yang Xun very moved. It is a good strategy for people from the Three Great Sect to deal with the guys with eyes on their foreheads like Nanhuang.

Yang Xun had a stinky face and returned to his seat in a very unhappy manner. Just as he sat down, the angry voice from outside rang again.

"Report! Xuanwu clan, Gui Teng arrives!"

"Huh? Why is the grandson of Gui Teng here?" Hu Zhan couldn't help frowning when he heard the name of Gui Teng.

At this time, Dengdeng, there was a sound of heavy footsteps outside, as if a behemoth was walking in from outside, and the entire pavilion seemed to tremble with the sound of footsteps.

However, when the person outside walked into the hall, everyone found that the person who made such heavy footsteps was actually a yellow-faced youth less than five feet long, with his hands almost hanging on his knees, with a pointed head and a narrow forehead. .

"Hmph! Smelly Tiger, I didn't expect you to be here too!" Such a weird-looking young man seemed to think that Yang Xun, the master, was transparent. After glancing in the hall, his eyes fell on Tiger Zhan.

"Why, your tortoise shell is itchy again? Do you want to be beaten?" Hu Zhan stared at Gui Teng with a pair of tiger eyes, and a tragic suffocation spread from him immediately.

"You stinky tiger, what's the use of being aggressive to me? There are people who want to kill the three great gates!" Na Gui Teng walked towards Hu Zhan with heavy steps, and then sat directly on Tiger Zhan. on the seat next to you.

At this time, everyone saw clearly that there was a bulge on Gui Teng's back. It seemed that there was a pot-like thing hidden under his clothes. Could it be that he was still carrying his tortoise shell?

The people present are all outstanding figures of the younger generation of Nanhuang, and they naturally know the cultivation methods of the Xuanwu clan. Seeing that Gui Teng's footsteps are so heavy, he should still be carrying his mysterious tortoise shell on his back.

"Report! Guangchengxian sent Ren Wuming, Liu Yunhe, and Li Mengyao to arrive!"

The Southern Wilderness heroes in the pavilion suddenly became solemn when they heard the words, and they all looked at the entrance of the pavilion, and the people from the Three Great Avenues finally came.

"Hmph, the good show is finally about to begin!" A malicious smile appeared on Yang Xun's face.