Primordial Demon Emperor

Chapter 605

Mo Lingxuan's Zijin invitation letter is indeed a little different from their expatriate assignment at the three-party host meeting of the South China Banquet.

But the specifications and effects are exactly the same.

Most importantly, the signature is 'Yang Qianfeng'!
How could they, as the emperor-level powerhouses of the three immortal-level forces, not know what the three characters Yang Qianfeng represented?
Not to mention that Yang Qianfeng has some connections with the fairy-level forces hosted by the three parties of the South China Banquet.

That is also the last suzerain of Nanwu Immortal Sect and one of the oldest immortals in the Heavenly Star Realm!

It can also be said that he is the dominant figure in the previous generation of the Heavenly Star Realm.

Even if the suzerains of the immortal-level forces from all sides of them met him, they had to be polite and did not dare to neglect him at all.

Moreover, the aura of immortal power on the letter made them have no doubts, no doubt it was written by that existence himself.

In that case, it doesn't matter who comes.

All you need to know is that this Zijin invitation letter was given by Yang Qianfeng.

And that kind of existence personally writes the invitation letter and asks a young man to come, do they dare not let it go?
"What are you doing? Don't you even know the truth from the fake?"

Hearing that the steward suddenly changed his mind unexpectedly, a trace of impatience flashed in Lin Xiong's eyes.

Is this still doubtful?Absolutely fake, what else is there to identify?
But at this moment, the steward's face suddenly turned serious, and he said to Lin Xiong with a slightly colder tone than before: "Elder Lin, this letter is undoubtedly true, and it is from your Nanwu Immortal Sect great man."

As a golden-robed elder, Lin Xiong has always been in a high position, so he naturally looked down on other powerful people, and felt that he was born with a sense of superiority and defiant.

There are also some commanding tone in the words spoken to them.

Regarding this, Nanhuayan Manager and the others were somewhat displeased, but due to their status, it was difficult to reveal anything.

Now, there is a young man who has a relationship with Yang Qianfeng, the old suzerain of Nanwu Xianzong, and it is obvious that he may not have a good relationship with Lin Xiong and others in front of him.

Therefore, they were naturally subconsciously more willing to side with Mo Lingxuan.

"From my Nanwu Immortal Sect?"

Hearing this, Lin Xiong and Yuan Fei looked at each other, and said in disbelief.

"Impossible, it is impossible for my Nanwu suzerain to have such leisure time, and I will give him a Zijin invitation letter."

After a while, Lin Xiong spoke again.

Mo Lingxuan sneered, and the mockery on his face became more and more intense: "If that's the case, then open your eyes wide and see if this purple letter is from our Nanwu Immortal Sect or not. hand?"

"It seems that you are determined to quibble."

After hearing this, Lin Xiong snorted coldly, and Yuan Fei and he immediately came to the steward, took the Zijin letter, and set their eyes on it.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, their eyes are immediately covered by shock.

"Why is this an invitation letter written by Mr. Yang himself?"

"How is it possible that you have anything to do with Mr. Yang?"

When he saw the name signed on the Zijin letter and the surging celestial power, even Lin Xiong felt incomparably horrified.

Others may not know who Yang Qianfeng is among the disciples who are at the top of the star list, but as the golden robed elder of the sect, how could he not know?
Yang Qianfeng is not only the owner of the Sutra Pavilion, but also the old suzerain of their Nanwu Immortal Sect!
An unbelievable voice sounded, and Lin Xiong's eyes on Mo Lingxuan became extremely surprised.

Yuan Fei and Song Ye showed doubts, they didn't know who Yang Qianfeng was.

But after listening to Lin Xiong's words and his reaction, he knew that Yang Qianfeng might be an extremely important person in the sect.

"Old Yang, is that the one from the Sutra Pavilion?"

Suddenly, Song Ye realized what Lin Xiong was talking about, Mr. Yang.

Immediately, he remembered that Mo Lingxuan was valued by the elder of the Buddhist scripture pavilion in the Buddhist scripture pavilion earlier.

And he also knew that others had always called that elder Elder Yang.

Originally, he had always thought that the old man was the same as the ordinary silver-robed elder.

But judging from the reaction of his master now, he may have missed an opportunity to curry favor with a big shot and take off.
"Yes, you may not know that Mr. Yang is the old suzerain of our Xianzong."

Lin Xiong's complexion became a little ugly, and he responded, which shocked Yuan Fei.

In this way, they were really slapped in the face?

Not only is this Zijin invitation letter not fake, but it was also given by a real big shot in their Nanwu Immortal Sect!

"Why, Elder Lin is questioning the authenticity of this Zijin letter, is he also questioning Elder Yang?"

Mo Lingxuan's indifferent voice resounded at the right time, even in the face of an elder in golden robes like Lin Xiong, he was still majestic and fearless.

Hearing this, the faces of Lin Xiong and others became even more livid.

The word "Old Yang" weighed heavily on them like a mountain, even Lin Xiong didn't have the slightest intention to refute.

"Hmph, lucky guy. Even if Elder Yang's Zijin letter came here, what's the point?"

After a long time, Lin Xiong just let out a cold snort, waved his big hand, and returned the Zijin letter to Mo Lingxuan's hand.

With Mr. Yang's relationship, he naturally couldn't say anything more, even if he wanted to drive Mo Lingxuan away.

But for a mere new disciple, even if he comes to such a high-level occasion that doesn't fit his status, what's the point?

As for the cynicism of Lin Xiong and others, Mo Lingxuan simply didn't bother to pay attention to it.

In his opinion, the people of Yuan Fei's lineage are really the same, presumably the suzerain will not be much better.

Without hesitation, Mo Lingxuan walked directly into the halls of many venues of the Nanhua Banquet under the guidance of the reception elders.

By his side, there are obviously more enthusiastic entertainers.

"These snobs!"

And the stark contrast of Zhu Qiang, the host of the Nanhua Banquet, with his attitude before and after, and Mo Lingxuan's composure and ignorance, really made Lin Xiong and others feel even more angry.

But there was nothing to say, and he also stepped into the venue.

On the other side, after Mo Lingxuan entered the huge Nanhua banquet hall, he naturally stayed away from those annoying guys.

Under the guidance of the Elder Jieying, he directly came to the Appreciation Hall where items were sold.

After all, the South China Banquet will be held tomorrow, and if he wants to take pictures of the Purple Flame Sacred Jade, he will have to sell three bottles of Jiangchen Xin first to prepare enough holy stones.

"My lord, are you here to sell the elixir?"

As soon as he entered, a beautiful maid stepped forward to receive Mo Lingxuan.

"Yes."

Mo Lingxuan nodded lightly in response.

"In our Appreciation Hall, the minimum charge is holy-level pills or spiritual liquids. In terms of weapons, it is the lowest standard for imperial weapons."

"In addition. Those appraisers have a bad temper. If the son sells it, if it doesn't meet the minimum standard, then the little girl can suggest some other suitable places to sell it to the son."

Hearing this, the maid couldn't help looking at him a few more times at this moment, and said with a smile.

However, the quality of these maids is very good, there is no contempt or ridicule in the words, just a simple and kind reminder.

After all, she saw that Mo Lingxuan was too young, and probably had relatively little experience, so she couldn't tell what a real rare treasure was.

If something that does not reach the holy level is used for appraisal and auction, it may also be angered by those treasure appraisers.

(End of this chapter)