In Suolong City, the mountains stretch for thousands of miles. Around the city, towering stone pillars, with a thousand blades high, tower straight into the clouds. Looking down from a high altitude, one can clearly see that a galloping horned dragon, nailed to the ground by these four stone pillars, cannot escape.
This is the head of the seven imperial families, the seat of the emperor gate.
At this moment, in front of the tall city gate, stood an elderly man in his fifties, with thin cheeks and no white face. He was tied with a book hair bun on his head, which looked gentle and polite, but the gleam in his eyes was full of murderous air.
And beside him, there are two Profound Sky masters, but when facing this scholar, they are quite respectful. And in that respect, there was a hint of fear.
call out!
Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and three streams of light flashed across the air and landed in front of the three of them. He appeared to be the master of Qianlong Pavilion, Long Yifei, and the three elders and Long Jiu.
"The Lord of the Dragon Pavilion is coming, and Leng Mou has missed a long way to welcome, forgive and forgive sins!" The white-faced scholar gave a slight salute to Long Yifei, but his face was expressionless, and he was not as apologetic as he said.
Long Yifei hurriedly returned the courtesy and said respectfully: "Don't dare, don't dare, how dare Mr. Long to meet him in person? You can wait for Long in front of the city gate, which already gave Long a great face. "
"Hahaha... The Lord Long Pavilion is really polite. Since Leng is the chief steward of the emperor's gate, he should be so!" Mr. Leng clasped his fists again, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Long Yifei nodded slightly, but his heart was still tense.
This Leng Wuchang is known as a divine fortune teller, and he is agile. I am afraid that as long as he is not paying attention, he will see some clues. Maybe he will reveal the secrets of Qianlong Pavilion inadvertently. It is really a terrible character.
So even the Patriarch of the Six Houses, when meeting this Mr. Leng, is more nervous than seeing the current emperor.
call out!
There was another sound of breaking through the air, and three more figures appeared in front of everyone. Looking at it, it was the Valley Lord of Netherworld Valley, Youwanshan. As well as the Great Elder Nether Valley and the Fifth Elder who broke his arm, perhaps the anger in his heart has not dissipated. Since the appearance of the Fifth Elder, his complexion has been gloomy and has never been relaxed.
First they came to Leng Wuchang and bowed their respects. The two greeted each other, and then You Wanshan looked at Long Yifei, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Huh, Lord Long, it's really a narrow road. After the farewell, this is the second time we have seen each other."
"Hahaha... Yes, but life is impermanent. After the imperial capital is left, Qianlong Pavilion is still Qianlong Pavilion, but Netherworld Valley is no longer the original Netherworld Valley." Long Yifei chuckled lightly, teasing in his eyes. It goes without saying.
This is clearly laughing at Nethergu, losing two generals in a row. The former think tank Yougui Qigang was killed by others, and the latter was the fifth old man, and his arm was removed. The combat power is no longer as good as before.
Nether Valley's overall strength was greatly damaged, and it was no longer their opponent of Qianlong Pavilion.
With an angry expression on your face, You Wanshan took a step forward, full of momentum, and said fiercely: "Long Yifei, Nether Nether Valley is not the original Nether Nether Valley, you will know if you try."
"Huh, is the pavilion master still afraid of you?"
With a sneer, Long Yifei's eyes flashed brightly, and his whole body was suddenly released. The two masters of the Profound Sky collided in momentum, and the pressure caused the two masters of the Emperor's Gate to retreat sharply, and at the same time they were shocked.
Although the emperor gate is the head of the seven families, Long Yifei, the master of Qianlong Pavilion, and You Wanshan, master of Nethergu Valley, are really not super powerful, and they are as terrifying as they are.
Even in the imperial gate, there are only a handful of elders who can suppress these two leading heads.
However, seeing how difficult it is to control the tension between the two sides, it seems that they will have to fight every minute. Leng Wuchang gave a dry cough, and said lightly: "Second, this is the emperor gate!"
It was just a few simple words, but it seemed to have irresistible power inside, so that the two people who were about to fight at the same time were embarrassed at the same time, and their aura suddenly closed.
At the same time, he apologized to Leng Wuchang and said in unison: "Please Mr. Leng Haihan."
"Where, it's just that this is the place of the imperial gate, and the two of my imperial gate distinguished guests. If the two fight here, it will be difficult for someone Leng to be the chief steward of the imperial gate. If the two have to solve their personal problems Gras and grievances can be resolved elsewhere, and someone Leng will not ask more!"
Leng Wuchang is still expressionless, but the attitude between the words is extremely cold, looking at the two Patriarchs, there is a hint of reprimand. This made both of them feel a little bit angry, but they didn't dare to attack.
After all, what he represented behind him was the monstrous imperial gate, a force that even the other six dared not to offend easily.
"Hahaha... It's so lively here, Lord Valley Lord and Lord Dragon Pavilion, don't come here unscathed!"
At this time, a loud laugh suddenly sounded, and three green figures suddenly appeared in front of them. The person at the head was an old man with silver hair, and behind him were two old men, just one with red hair and one with purple hair. There were strange green glows in the pupils.
"President of the Palace of Medicine King, Uncle Yan?" He narrowed his eyes, and You Wanshan sneered unconsciously: "The chief alchemist in his hall was slaughtered. Are you in a good mood!"
"Hahaha... Don't save others by yourself, the Lord of the Valley!"
Waved his hand, Uncle Yan said with a faint smile: "Our Medicine King Palace is different from you. You fight and kill all day long. Every elder is a part of combat power. It is a pity to lose nature. But our Medicine King Palace is. Mainly focusing on alchemy, only the strongest alchemist can get the title of Poisonous Hand Medicine King. But if we don’t have this alchemist, there are still many super-first-class alchemists in our hall. Like Yan Song, they are also Seventh-Rank, much more. Yes. It’s just that he has been pressed by him before, and now they are probably laughing happily."
"In short, we have no shortage of alchemists. Anyway, the next poisonous hand medicine king is still in our hall, and Tianyu's strongest alchemist will still walk out of our medicine king hall."
Uncle Yan glanced at the two of them triumphantly, You Wanshan curled his lips in disdain, and cursed inwardly: "Heartless and unrighteous place!"
Long Yifei smiled coldly and murmured: "Hall Master Yan is too optimistic? I heard that at the Huayulou Baidan event, before the death of the Poisonous Medicine King, he was defeated by Zhuo Fan in alchemy. Will the No. 1 Alchemist of Tianyu still walk out of your Medicine King Palace? I don’t think this is necessarily true."
The pupils of his eyes condensed. For the first time since his appearance, Uncle Yan's face turned gloomy, and a naked killing intent flashed in his eyes: "Huh, what if Zhuo Fan died? The dead man, he won't be with us again. Dian, what Tianyu should be the first."
"What, Zhuo Fan? Where is that villain Zhuo Fan?"
However, as soon as Yan Bogong's voice fell, a shout rang through everyone's ears. Immediately afterwards, three cyan figures flashed by with a whistling sound, and a middle-aged man with a delicate face and sharp bones looked straight at Leng Wuchang and said: "Mr. Leng, hasn't Zhuo Fan dealt with it yet?"
Leng Wuchang frowned slightly and hummed inwardly.
This Jolly Lin is really a pig-like teammate. I'm afraid that others don't know if we have secretly concealed or not, so I have to say it so loudly.
But now there is no way, Long Yifei has already seen some clues, and his eyes glanced between the two from time to time.
Leng Wuchang gave a dry cough, and said lightly: "Patriarch Lin is not anxious, this time I came here to discuss how to deal with this villain."
"Uh, Lin Rufeng, listening to what you mean, it seems that you have already begun to do it?" Long Yifei turned his eyes to the left and right, tentatively.
Lin Rufeng nodded and said without hesitation: "Of course, this kid is the one who killed me the sixth elder of Happy Forest. How can he live in the world again? This time we Happy Forest, but there are two Heavenly Profounds. Masters of more than five layers... ”
"Patriarch Lin, that Zhuo Fan is treacherous, you are happy Lin acted privately, it is really wrong, or wait for the seven meetings, and then act together." However, Lin Rufeng hasn't finished speaking, Leng Wuchang is cold. Interrupted.
Lin Rufeng was taken aback for a moment, why did he act privately, didn't you still participate
But before he could say anything, seeing Leng Wuchang's fierce eyes, he dared not say any more.
However, Long Yifei had already guessed the truth of the matter in his heart. It seems that the Emperor Sect had already begun to act before the Seven Houses Meeting, and Qianlong Pavilion was also excluded.
This also shows that the Emperor Sect excluded Qianlong Pavilion from the trust list.
Alas, this can be troublesome. If the Emperor Sect really has the ambition to unify the seven families, then Qianlong Pavilion must have been put on the list of the first to be eliminated.
Long Yifei sighed secretly in his heart, and could only pray that Zhuo Fan would not have an accident. I will wait for you to rise and help us, but don't hang up so soon.
"Hehehe... It's been a long time since it's been so lively, the seven families got together, the last one was a hundred years ago."
Suddenly, as a chuckle sounded, an elegant middle-aged man with a long beard, accompanied by two old men, walked slowly to the front of the crowd, and one of the two old men was the Mansion of Jianhou. The eighth sword, the old sword follows the wind.
Jian Suifeng and Long Jiu looked at each other, and both of them nodded slightly.
As early as in Huayu City, under Zhuo Fan's matchmaking bridge, Jianhou Mansion and Qianlong Pavilion had already secretly communicated the song. When Long Yifei saw Jianhou Mansion coming, his eyes lit up, and he finally met an alliance, so he hurried forward and laughed: "Hahaha... Palace Master Jianhou Mansion, a sword breaks through the sky, Xie Xiaofeng, admiration for a long time! "
"The lord of Qianlong Pavilion, Qianlong Feitian, Long Yifei, I also have a long admiration for my name. I am lucky to see it today!" Xie Xiaofeng hugged his fists, facing Long Yifei's eyes, tacitly. Is laughing out loud.
Although the two Patriarchs of them belong to the same imperial family, they were born with no intersection. This was the first time they met. Knowing that the other party is an ally in my heart, I can't help being extraordinarily kind.
Leng Wuchang seemed to see something, and his brows trembled slightly.
"The seven houses are almost there. Since the Huayu Tower was just rioted by the villain, and there is no time to come here, then we will..."
"Who said I didn't have time to come here in Huayu Tower?"
However, before Leng Wuchang's voice fell, a deep female voice resounded in the ears of everyone present. Immediately after hearing a loud bump, a golden rod of dragon head slammed on the ground.
When seeing this person appear, everyone's eyes shrank suddenly, even if it was impermanent, their complexion could hardly be calm, showing a look of surprise.
This old woman is still alive...