Murong Xian'er smiled and was so sweet that she couldn't help but make the flowers around Wangxuan Tower lose their lust.

She reached her head slightly, sat gently beside Mo Lingxuan, and gently stroked the strings of the piano with her jade hands.

"Ding...buzz..."

The moving music of the goddess Nishang Song sounded again in this space. Mo Lingxuan's demon prologue perfectly blended, as if he could make every element in the world cheer and cheer.

The figures of the two of them seemed to perfectly interpret the artistic conception of the piano, forming a beautiful picture with the surrounding scenery.

Fairy Valen Moon and Fairy Yue looked at the two peerless figures in Wangxuan's attic, and they couldn't help but feel that Murong Xianer and Mo Lingxuan were truly made of heaven and earth.

Unlike other Qinglinjing geniuses, they could feel Mo Lingxuan's innate arrogance and Lingtian temperament, which was essentially different from everyone.

After a long time, the song ended and the sound of the piano stopped.

But Fairy Ji Yue and Fairy Luo seem to be unsatisfied. It is hard to imagine that the truly perfect goddess Nishang Song is so wonderful.

Just one song seems to make people feel that they have experienced a lifetime of reincarnation, and are mixed with all kinds of flavors.

"It's getting late, and Xian'er should leave."

At this time, Murong Xian'er's gentle voice sounded again, and Fairy Li Yue and Fairy Luo also returned to her side.

"I send you."

Mo Lingxuan nodded slightly, feeling the extremely unstable cold air on Murong Xian'er's body, and his heart couldn't help but feel ache.

It seems that we must find an opportunity to let Murong Xian'er practice the Ice Spirit Sword as soon as possible, otherwise the cold air of the Ice Spirit's constitution will not be eradicated at all.

Yan Yuruo, who had never met him in his previous life, was like this, so he knew how much suffering the body of the Ice Spirit body would suffer before solving the negative impact.

"Mr. Mo, there will be a Qionglou Banquet in my Yaochi Holy Land tomorrow. Although it is a gathering of the younger generation, I, the Saint Lord of the Yaochi will also come by then. If you have time, you might as well come and have a look tomorrow?"

Before leaving, Murong Xian'er bit her red lip and spoke again as if he was hesitant.

"Mr. Mo, Sister Murong's words are very obvious, but you must seize the opportunity~"

Fairy Di Yue's teasing laughter immediately rang, with some meaning, and Murong Xian'er couldn't help but scold: "Li Yue, what are you talking about?"

After talking, he pulled Fairy Ji Yue and Fairy Luo to leave Wangxuan Tower, as if he was embarrassed to stay for a moment.

"good."

Mo Lingxuan shook his head helplessly and responded with a smile.

How could he not know what Murong Xian'er meant? Since he said that the Holy Lord of Yaochi might also be here, then invite himself to the banquet. The meaning should be to let the Holy Lord of Yaochi see if he is satisfied in advance.

...

On the second day, there was still one day before the son-in-law selection conference, so the Yaochi Holy Land set up a Qionglou Banquet specifically to provide young people who come to all parties with opportunities to communicate martial arts and communicate with each other. In addition, it was also to allow the predecessors of the Yaochi Holy Land to better find talents in the Qinglin Realm.

When they heard that the Nine Profound Girls would attend the banquet together, the geniuses in Qinglin were also excited, and they all wanted to attend the Qionglou Banquet.

However, this banquet naturally has a threshold. Just like the criteria for choosing a son-in-law, it must be at least under 30 years old and has combat power at the Martial Realm level.

Although Mo Lingxuan's realm has not reached the Martial Realm, when he showed his combat power that was not weaker than that of the Martial Realm, no one naturally stopped him from attending the banquet.

When he walked into Qionglou, Mo Lingxuan found that the banquet venue was very large, but apart from the maids in the Yaochi Holy Land, there were not many young warriors, and there were probably less than a hundred people.

After all, even in the entire Qinglin Realm, there are actually not many male warriors who can reach the Martial Realm who are less than thirty.

On the second floor are some exquisite pavilions, but there are some powerful men from the Yaochi Holy Land guarding the entrance. I think it should be the place where the core figures of the holy land and the Jiuxuan Girl attend the banquet.

Many young people are praising each other and talking nonsense, boasting about how powerful they are in their respective forces and how peerless they are.

Mo Lingxuan was the only one who chose a corner and sat down, quietly waiting for the start of the Qionglou Banquet.

And at this moment, shocking voices suddenly sounded: "King Yu is here, and... the White King of Xuanyang Palace - Sikongbai!"

"Not only them, but also other king-level figures have come one by one!"

Following the voices of these people, Mo Lingxuan also saw several young men walking in from outside.

Like Yuwen Tuo, these other king-created figures are all at the late stage of the Martial Realm!

"Everyone, you should have come here almost too, just take your seat one by one."

After being named a king, I never saw a warrior stepping into the Qiong Tower again for a long time. Immediately, a quiet woman's voice came from the depths of the attic above: "This is a gathering of young people. I will only observe in secret. Please don't be restrained. Now, let's start."

“Wow…”

"The speaker... should be the Holy Lord of Yaochi. Such a big shot will also participate in the Qionglou Banquet, which means..."

"Haha, we have to perform well!"

The geniuses laughed meaningfully and remembered that they were all smart people, so they naturally knew that the Qionglou Banquet was equivalent to the Saint Lord of Yaochi who looked for a good son-in-law in advance.

Thinking of this, even the king-named figures were a little bit energetic.

If they can be valued by the Holy Lord of Yaochi, they will only benefit and harm them.

"It's you!"

And just then, Yuwen Tuo suddenly saw Mo Lingxuan in the corner, and his face immediately turned cold and frosty: "You can come to the Qionglou Banquet party?"

He was unhappy with Mo Lingxuan. Not only did he dare to approach Murong Xian'er, who he wanted the most, but he also made him look so ugly in Wangxuan Tower!

"Oh? Brother Yu, this is the second-level dynasty boy you mentioned who is ignorant of the world and dares to approach Fairy Murong? It doesn't seem special, but it will actually make you lose your grudge against Brother Yu?"

At this time, the sinister voice of the Xuanyang Palace Sikongbai sounded, as if it was a hint of teasing.

Although they are equally famous geniuses, some of their relationships are not very good.

"Hmph, I will do it at the son-in-law selection conference, so you Sikongbai doesn't have to worry about it."

Yuwen Tuo glanced at Si Kongbai, too lazy to care, but looked at Mo Lingxuan again and shouted coldly: "Do you ignore my words?"

After hearing this, a hint of impatientness flashed in Mo Lingxuan's eyes and responded indifferently: "The dog barked at me, should I still respond to it?"

"Haha...funny, brother Yu, he is comparing you to a dog."

"You Yuwen Tuo are also a king-creator after all. Now that you are insulted by a person of your peers, we are all curious about what will happen to you..."

In an instant, laughter sounded, fearing that the world would not be in chaos, all of which were said by several other geniuses of the Kings.

For them, it might be better to have some special programs at this Qionglou Banquet.
Chapter completed!