"It turns out to be the Young Master of Biyan Ridge."
When Tang Qing'er saw the person coming, she slightly cupped her hands and said hello.
Biyan Ridge, like Corpse Mountain Ridge, is one of the top ten prison ridges!
The young master of Bi Yanling said with a smile: "The little princess of Beiling is practicing in Zhongdu. It is really rare that she came all the way back after knowing that the birthday banquet of King Beiling is going to be held."
Tang Qing'er said: "Of course I can't miss my father's eight hundred thousandth birthday."
"certainly."
The smile in the eyes of the young master of Biyan Ridge deepened, and he said: "It would be a real pity if you miss the birthday party of King Beiling this time."
"Little Lord."
The strong prison king from Biyan Ridge said softly: "It's time for us to leave."
"clear!"
The young master of Biyan Ridge understood, laughed loudly, and led a large group of people to pass by Tang Qing'er and others.
The martial arts master feels a little weird.
Logically speaking, Biyan Ridge is only one of the ten prison ridges and is still under the control of the King of Beiling.
But in Beiling City, at the feet of the King of Beiling, he didn't seem to have much respect for Tang Qing'er.
"it's him!"
At this moment, a sharp shout came from not far away: "The man wearing a purple robe and a silver mask is him!"
The martial arts deity and others followed the sound and went out.
I saw another large group of monks walking towards them, menacingly, and they were coming with bad intentions!
The bodies of these people were extremely corpse-like, lifeless, and their skin looked a little blue.
"Enemies meet on a narrow road."
Tang Qing'er frowned slightly and sighed softly.
"People from Corpse Mountain Ridge?"
The martial arts master asked.
Tang Qing'er nodded and said: "I didn't expect that we would encounter you here in advance. But don't worry, they won't do anything to you as long as I'm here."
Tang Qing'er defended the martial arts deity in this way just out of curiosity about the upper world.
I want to get some information about the upper realm from the martial arts deity.
But this scene, in Young Master Nanlin's eyes, had another feeling.
Young Master Nanlin felt unhappy and his eyes were a little gloomy.
"It turns out to be the young master of Corpse Mountain Ridge."
Tang Qing'er took the initiative to step forward, blocking the martial arts deity behind him, and said hello to the young man at the head.
"Little Princess Beiling?"
The young master of Corpse Mountain Ridge frowned and waved his hand: "Get out of the way, I want to find the purple-robed man behind you!"
Uncle Chen's face darkened, he looked at the young master of Corpse Mountain Ridge, and said coldly: "This is our Princess Beiling, please pay attention to your tone and attitude!"
A prison king behind the young master of Corpse Mountain Ridge also stood up and said: "Brother Chen, this matter has nothing to do with Beiling. I advise you not to interfere."
Tang Qing'er smiled slightly and said: "Everyone, I was also present when this happened. There was some misunderstanding here, which led to a fight between the two parties. I hope that for the sake of my father, you will not pursue this matter further."
"What, you mean, my general Bei Xuan Ming from Corpse Mountain Ridge died in vain?"
The Prison King of Corpse Mountain Ridge narrowed his eyes and said aggressively: "Little Princess Beiling, you have to think clearly, General Beixuan Ming is a member of the Gu Ming Clan!"
"The ancient underworld tribe is indeed noble in hell, but Beixuan is just a underworld general."
Tang Qing'er gradually put away the smile on her face, her tone became colder, and she asked: "As the king of Beiling, my father is not as proud as a dark general?"
The young master of Corpse Mountain Ridge sneered and said: "The face of the King of Beiling, ha..."
Uncle Chen originally looked down upon the master of martial arts.
But at this time, the attitudes of the young master of Corpse Mountain Ridge and the Prison King clearly showed contempt for the King of Beiling!
Uncle Chen couldn't bear this!
"Both of you."
Uncle Chen squinted his eyes, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and said slowly: "Let me remind you, this is Beiling City, not your Corpse Mountain Ridge, be careful that trouble comes from your mouth!"
"The King of Beiling's birthday banquet is approaching. I, Beiling, don't mind if I entertain him with bones and blood at his old man's birthday banquet!"
A naked threat!
The faces of the young master of Corpse Mountain Ridge and the prison king obviously changed, and they looked fearful.
"Young Master, please bear with it for now. There is no need to rush."
The prison king reminded secretly.
The young master of Corpse Mountain Ridge had a gloomy look on his face. He was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, Beiling is really majestic. Let's wait and see."
After saying that, the young master of Corpse Mountain Ridge waved and led the monks behind him to go ahead.
"snort!"
Looking at the backs of everyone in Corpse Mountain Ridge, Uncle Chen snorted coldly and said in a sinister tone: "After the King's birthday banquet, I think it's time for a replacement in Corpse Mountain Ridge!"
"Let's go."
Tang Qing'er said: "Let this matter be over."
The martial arts master watched the whole process in his eyes and felt that it was not simple.
Beiling City seems to be peaceful and festive, but in fact there is an undercurrent!
Whether it was the Biyan Ridge or the Corpse Mountain Ridge just now, their attitude towards Tang Qing'er was obviously a bit strange.
Moreover, the young master of Corpse Mountain Ridge had something in his words.
The young master of Biyan Ridge just now seemed to want to say something, but was reminded by the Prison King of Biyan Ridge and left first.
"It seems that this birthday banquet of the King of North Ridge may not be peaceful."
The martial artist himself thought to himself.
Young Master Nanlin on the side also saw the scene just now, muttering in his heart and feeling a little confused.
But he didn't think much about it, and walked forward with Tang Qing'er and others, entering the palace of Beiling City.
Not long after entering the palace, a group of people came towards them. The leader was tall and powerful, exuding a kingly aura in every move he made.
"Brother!"
When Tang Qing'er saw this person, she smiled and said hello from a distance.
The eldest prince of the King of Beiling, Tang Hao, single-handedly arranged to host this Beiling birthday banquet, Prison King Xiuwei.
"Qing'er is back."
Tang Hao turned his eyes and when he saw Tang Qing'er, he also smiled and strode towards her.
"Your Highness."
Uncle Chen bowed and saluted.
Tang Hao nodded slightly, looked at Tang Qing'er, and said with a smile: "You are practicing in Zhongdu, and you haven't seen your father for many years."
"My father is very happy to hear that you are back this time."
After a short pause, Tang Hao looked at Young Master Nanlin, looked up and down, and said, "This must be Young Master Nanlin."
"Greetings to Your Highness."
Young Master Nanlin quickly raised his hands and saluted.
Tang Hao nodded with a smile and said, "You are indeed a handsome young man with a majestic appearance. My father will probably be very satisfied when he sees you."
"Where is the father? Let's go see him."
Tang Qing'er asked.
"Who is this… "
Tang Hao's eyes turned and landed on the martial arts master, squinting slightly.
For some reason, Tang Hao couldn't feel the cultivation state of his martial arts master.
Moreover, the martial arts master also exudes a strange aura, which is incompatible with the surrounding environment.
"This is a friend I met on my way back. I just happened to take him to visit my father." Tang Qing'er explained simply.
"Father is resting in the palace, you can go."
Tang Hao said while exploring the body of the martial arts master.
However, no matter how he casts spells, he cannot see the depth of his martial arts deity.