Xihong, Wanxiang Pavilion.

The wide welcoming platform is paved with plain bricks and stones, which looks very low-key, but the many statues erected around it vaguely reveal some ancient atmosphere, giving people a sense of vicissitudes of time.

But any monk who knows something about this sect knows their details.

The more newly emerging a sect becomes, the more they want to put an ancient layer of skin on themselves.

This sense of vicissitudes of life in Wanxiang Pavilion is too deliberate, and it has fallen behind.

But their position is not right.

It was through cunning means, while the cranes, snipe and clams were fighting, and others had not yet reacted, that they relied on well-informed information to get a huge advantage from this treasured land without spending a single soldier.

From a third-rate force, he became a real immortal sect.

It is precisely because of this incident that the monks of Wanxiang Pavilion have tasted the sweetness.

If you want to climb up in the chaotic land and water of Xihong, you must be brave enough to take a gamble and have the courage to seize the opportunity and give it a try!

What's the point of being at the bottom of the Immortal Sect?

Since we can seize a piece of the main sect's land, we can also seize the second branch sect's treasured land.

The Infinite Dao Emperor Sect intervened in Xihong, and the Seven Sons of Nanhong also came to share the pie. They even disguised their identities and killed Pan Boyang, which was the first fire.

Wanxiang Pavilion has seen the impending storm in advance.

This is a great situation, don’t miss it!

Climbing Xilong Palace is just the first step of the plan. As long as they can get enough information, there is a lot they can do.

now.

It is in the main hall of the inner gate of Wanxiang Pavilion.

Nearly all the strong men from the sect gathered together, neatly divided into two sides, with solemn expressions and a bit of excitement that they tried their best to conceal.

The atmosphere in the entire main hall was silent, with only the sound of slight breathing.

Calculating the time, my Taozi should have been in contact with Master Qi Qi by now, but he just doesn't know what kind of good price he can negotiate for Wanxiang Pavilion.

Ta,ta,ta.

The Great Elder of Wanxiang Pavilion, Lu Qing, was sitting on the main seat with his eyes closed, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest, and occasionally raising his eyelids to glance at the jade slip beside his palm. The delay in receiving a response clearly made him feel a little impatient.

stand up.

After all, in addition to being Daozi, Lu Mingchuan is also his grandson.

Generally speaking, a serious Immortal Sect would never have such a situation where the Great Elder and Daozi come from the same clan.

While elders assist Daozi, they also need to play a restraining role, which is more conducive to the sect making more correct judgments.

From this point alone, it can be seen that Wanxiang Pavilion actually still retains the style of a third-rate force.

After all...even the sect leader of his family's Hedao Realm is named Lu.

"Fourth uncle, is there no news yet?" Someone finally couldn't sit still. Is it possible that Daozi is really so capable? With a mere cultivation of two cities, he was able to talk happily with the seventh master of the Qi family and didn't even have time to respond to the sect.

summons?

He still told me what happened, but was ignored by the seventh master of the Qi family, and he was unwilling to respond for the time being.

No one would think that something happened to Daozi. After all, the strength of Dragon Palace was obvious to all, and Daozi himself was also on guard against Qi Qiye. If they went back on their word, at least a piece of news could still be sent back.

"Why are you so anxious? Also, when is it now? Who allowed you to call me Fourth Uncle?"

Lu Qing frowned and glared at him. Just as he was about to scold him a few more words, his expression changed slightly.

Except for him, everyone else in the room also stood up and looked outside the hall, with a hint of surprise and fear in their eyebrows.

Just outside the treasured place of Wanxiang Pavilion, above the welcoming platform, a golden glow falls from the sky, like a rainbow bridge across the sky.

This is the performance of receiving the golden book.

But normally speaking, monks in Xihong rarely use this thing when visiting each other. It is too formal and makes them look like road idiots.

Everyone unconsciously thought of those Nanhong barbarians.

"What's going on?"

Daozi hasn't responded yet, so these Nanhong barbarians came to visit the sect first?

Many people's faces became a little nervous.

Lu Qing didn't speak for a long time, just quietly sensing the golden rainbow bridge, until he found that there was only one figure on it, wearing a black shirt, and his handsome face looked so young. He was not one of the six Hedao realm giants.

.

He breathed a sigh of relief silently, with a bit of ferocity in his eyes: "What are you nervous about? It's just a fish that slipped through the net without eyes. Now it comes to your door. This is a good thing, and you should be grateful!"

It was probably one of the Daozi from Nanhong who, perhaps without consulting the others, hit the target of asking for help.

If that's the case, let's stay for now, don't let it ruin the important events of Wanxiang Pavilion!

Thinking of this, Lu Qing put on a gentle smile, then stepped out and disappeared into the hall.

He stepped on the auspicious clouds and let out a hearty laugh. He said loudly: "Wanxiang Pavilion is a long way from being welcomed. I hope that your distinguished guest will not be offended! Please come in quickly!"

"..."

Outside Wanxiang Pavilion, Shen Yi quietly looked at everything in front of her.

He looked at the magic circle that was rapidly unfolding under his feet.

A trace of incomprehension flashed in his eyes. After all, for a sect leader who has to lock up his own formation when leaving the house, it is really dangerous to invite someone into the sect without asking the visitor's identity.

But it suits him just fine.

Shen Yi did not hesitate for a moment, nodded politely, and then stepped into the magic circle.

His actions fell into the eyes of many monks in Wanxiang Pavilion, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, it was exactly what the elder had thought. If he really knew what he and others were planning, how could he dare to enter the treasure land.

The heaven and earth are not responding to each other, and the earth and the earth are not functioning properly.

No matter how powerful you are behind you, you can only stay here in despair.

"Look, he has to thank us." An elder couldn't help but shake his head.

Lu Qing glanced back casually, and the many monks below understood what he meant, and retreated back with calm expressions, silently starting to prepare.

Now that you have decided to do something, you must do it ruthlessly enough.

Rather than greeting Nanhong Daozi politely and tricking him into staying in the sect, it would be better to nip all hidden dangers in the bud.

"Fellow Taoist, please come this way."

Lu Qing always felt that something was wrong, because the young monk's demeanor was a little too quiet, and he didn't look like he was here to ask for help. Of course, he didn't look like he was here to cause trouble.

More like...a little shy?

"Please take a seat in the main hall."

Lu Qing invited him again, and then he saw Shen Yi following him obediently. Although the other party did not respond, he looked around curiously.

Could it be that he is mute?

Lu Qing cursed secretly, but did not show it. No matter who he was, he should be captured first and then tortured slowly.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the two people walked slowly towards the main hall.

Lu Qing glanced to the side and noticed that several elders below were sending prepared signals. He then looked away, and then found that the young monk in black robes also withdrew his gaze almost at the same time.

The moment the two looked at each other, Lu Qing looked into those dark eyes and instinctively felt a trace of heart palpitations.

"What's wrong, fellow Taoist? If anything happens, let's go into the palace and discuss it in detail."

Lu Qing concealed his embarrassment and smiled kindly.

The others stood far away on both sides, the murderous intent on their faces becoming more and more obvious.

"There's no need to go in, everyone is here." Shen Yi finally said.

Somewhat unexpectedly, not only was this young monk not mute, his voice was also inexplicably clear.

Hearing this, the something wrong in Lu Qing's heart finally came out. He put away his smile and said tentatively: "I almost forgot... I haven't asked you yet, where are you from?"

Shen Yi did not answer, but lifted up his clothes and simply sat on the stone steps of the hall, like an outsider.

He clearly didn't open his mouth, but a cold and rough voice sounded in everyone's ears.

"The Hall of Ten Thousand Demons."

"Hiss!" Many of the Wanxiang Pavilion monks stood up with chills all over their bodies. They suddenly turned sideways and looked over, and then raised their heads instinctively.

I saw a majestic figure appearing there at some point.

The opponent clearly maintained a human form, but was still several feet tall, with extremely broad shoulders, and looked like a small mountain.

The gorgeous dragon horns, the scales that looked like they were made of gold, and the indifferent and ferocious dragon head all made everyone breathe several times heavier.

A big monster!

To be precise, it is a dragon demon whose bloodline is extremely noble, even far superior to that of the West Palace!
To be continued...