At this moment I revive the Chinese gods

"Oh?"

Zhao Feiyu looked down and saw a silver tower soaring into the sky in the center of the densely packed buildings, straight into the sky.

At the top of the tower, a majestic and majestic tiger statue was flaunting in the wind, so lifelike that Han Xiang was almost startled by the fierce aura coming towards him.

"What a tiger!" Zhao Feiyu sighed.

"This is the ancestor of our White Tiger Clan!" Tian Yuechang glanced at the statue with a complicated expression, and then he and the two lowered their heads, "Let's go, the old lady is still waiting for you, senior!"

The three of them came to a hall inside the high tower, surrounded by magnificent decorations, twelve silver pillars stood in the hall, and there were twelve tiger reliefs wrapped around them.

In the middle of the main hall is a wide avenue, leading directly to the gilded throne above. On both sides, there are countless people in purple and gold rolling cloud robes standing with their heads bowed, looking very respectful and humble.

Zhao Feiyu has been here before, and he was making tea with the old lady in the inner room of this hall.

At this time, an old and tired voice came out at the same time, resounding in the hall: "If you are here, come in!"

Obviously, these words were addressed to Zhao Feiyu.

Tian Yuechang bowed his head to the gilded throne, and then said to Hanxiang: "Miss Hanxiang, let's wait outside first, the old lady has something to discuss with your young master!"

"But..." Han Xiang hesitated, looking at Zhao Feiyu worriedly.

"Don't worry, what can I do!" Zhao Feiyu naturally felt the worry in her eyes, and shook his head with a smile, "Wait here obediently, and I will take you to eat delicious food when I come out!"

After saying that, he stepped up and walked to the back of the high platform.

When he just walked to the door, a tall man came out head-on, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, and he scratched Zhao Feiyu fiercely.

Although he tried his best to conceal it, Zhao Feiyu still sensed a trace of hostility and coldness in his eyes.

"It's so weird, when did I get into so much trouble?" Zhao Feiyu was puzzled, not knowing why.

The two simply passed by each other without any unpleasant friction. At the moment Zhao Feiyu pushed open the door, he clearly heard a neat "patriarch" coming from behind.

He couldn't help but smile in his heart: "So it's my father who was beaten up, no wonder!"

Without hesitation, he stepped into the room, and as the curtain fell, all the movement behind him disappeared instantly.

"A very advanced formation!" Zhao Feiyu said inwardly, looking up, it was a familiar scene.

In the center of the plain room was a simple purple-red coffee table with neat tea sets. Opposite Zhao Feiyu was a dignified old woman.

The eyes are as deep as the sea, and the eyebrow peaks are soft and broad, as far as the eye can see, like a plain, but when they are slightly clustered, they become mountains and mountains.

This is the real ruler of the current White Tiger Starfield!

The old lady of the Celestial Clan!

"Please sit down!" The old lady did not show the slightest annoyance, but made a very modest gesture of invitation.

Naturally, Zhao Feiyu didn't have a deliberate and artificial temper, so he sat down with a big thorn, picked up the tea in the cup and drank it down in one gulp. Although it was a bit cold, it was still full of aftertaste!

"This is a condensed tea unique to the Tianzu Holy Mountain. It is made by holding the dewdrops that condense on the violet petals on the top of the mountain every year at the beginning of spring, and then refrigerated on a bed of black ice for 12 years before it becomes a tea!"

Seeing Zhao Feiyu drinking tea, the old lady couldn't help shaking her head and laughing: "If you drink this tea in a hurry, you will feel cold all over, so drink it slowly!"

"I'm a vulgar person, I don't know how to taste tea, I only know how to quench my thirst. Speaking of which, I've ruined such a rare thing!" Zhao Feiyu immediately raised his hands in surrender when he heard that the tea making process was so complicated, and pushed the teacup out , Never drink a second cup.

"The meaning of drinking tea is only for the individual. Some people are looking for charm, some people care about the tea itself, and some people just want to quench their thirst. Speaking of which, this is also a way of tasting tea!"

The old matriarch paused, and continued: "I sent someone to call you just after waking up, isn't it a bit abrupt?"

"No, I just woke up and I was bored all day long, and I wanted to find something fun to relieve my boredom!" Zhao Feiyu shook his head and said.

Listening to Zhao Feiyu's words, the old lady just smiled and didn't take it seriously.

"Do you still remember the agreement we made?" She said suddenly.

"Huh?" Zhao Feiyu nodded and said, "Of course I remember it!"

The old matriarch was silent for a while, before speaking after a long time: "Dragon City has returned!"

Zhao Feiyu's expression moved slightly, and he smiled slightly: "So I can't touch him yet?"

"Besides, after so many years, I don't know if I can beat him!" He half-jokingly said.

"Your current cultivation has reached such a state, I believe that no one in the entire White Tiger Starfield is your opponent, and the same is true in Dragon City!" The old lady said with a worried expression: "But you are right, you are indeed Can't move him yet!"

"Because he still has value for us to use!"

"how long?"

"soon!"

"I understand!" Zhao Feiyu got up to say goodbye, but was stopped after walking a few steps.

"Don't you wonder why I called you back because of this kind of thing?" The old lady said with a smile, "Because winter is coming!"

She waved her hand and said, "Let Xiao Yue take you to the Hall of Sages and Sages for a stroll. There is the real core of the entire White Tiger Clan. Maybe you will find some new discoveries there!"

Zhao Feiyu was silent for a while, then clasped his hands together: "Farewell!"

He walked out from where he came in, but did not enter the hall where he came.

Surrounded by a secluded garden, the delicate purple flowers stand upright in the wind. It is now the end of autumn, and the water droplets condensed at the ends of the petals have a slight icy feel.

Cold wind blows.

Zhao Feiyu's pupils shrank suddenly, his movements were as swift as the top of a mountain, and his two fingers were like iron tongs tightly holding the sword's edge less than three inches away from his eyes.

You can even feel the slightest chill coming from the icy blade.

"Hmph, I don't know what it means!" Zhao Feiyu exerted force on his hand, and the sword's edge immediately melted into a black smoke and disappeared invisible.

At the same time, ten black-clothed men leaped out of the surrounding flowers, all of them majestic and murderous, with sharp aura rising upwards from the surroundings, enveloping the space within a radius of [-] meters.

"Ten powerhouses at the pinnacle of the saints are really a great hand!" Zhao Feiyu narrowed his eyes slightly, with a cold light flickering in his eyes.

The identities of these black-clothed killers are certainly not simple, because Zhao Feiyu still felt some familiar aura from this group of people.

Changshengtang!