martial arts mythology system

Chapter 593
The sky and clouds in the distance move accordingly, like the changing wind and clouds, like the circulation of heaven and earth.

An old voice resounded from the clouds, and an old man with white hair and a childlike face stepped on a crane.

"Emperor Zhenwu don't need to be curious, it's the old man who came here."

The old man rode a crane in the clear sky, exuding the aura of immortality all over his body. He swayed the invisible airflow and landed directly on the banquet seats. He picked up a bunch of grapes and put them in his mouth. While eating, he greeted the young master alone.

"Master Lonely, this old man is very polite, but when he is old and his legs and feet are inconvenient, he won't sit down directly with you."

The smile on Young Master Du Xing's face froze for a moment, and he said quietly, "Senior Qiong Xiao, I am called Young Master Du Xing... not Young Master Du Xing..."

"Hey, his son is still alone, the name is just a code, don't be too entangled," the old man Qiongxiao said and picked up a peach and ate it, "If you feel uncomfortable in your heart, you can also call me that , it doesn’t matter whether it’s the old man Qiong Xiao or the old man Qiong Xiao~”

After three or two bites, only the peach pit was left. The old man Qiongxiao smiled at the son alone, and then picked up another banana.

Dimeng Xinghang smiled at the old man Qiongxiao, leaned slightly towards Han Feng's position, and said in a low voice: "Old man Qiongxiao, the master of the Peach Forest of Pimeng, is an old genius who has been famous for a long time in Zhongzhou. Regardless of the worldly affairs, I don't know what method Young Master Du Xing used to make such a character come out of this world."

"Fame-chasers promise great righteousness, profit-seekers promise great profit, and everything in the world is nothing more than this." Han Feng didn't care much, what he really valued on this trip was Jiang Qinglou, the huge rivers and lakes... really Only Jiang Qinglou's Borderless Demon City can compete with Heaven.

"Hehe, the old man doesn't like fame and wealth, he doesn't like beauty... the only thing he likes is to eat something." The old man Qiongxiao heard Han Feng's words, but he was not angry, and just ate up the bananas in his hand with a smile.

Han Feng really didn't care about a top talent who seemed to have nothing special, and responded with a faint smile.

Then, he sensed the strong aura rapidly approaching from the south.

It seems to be super-innate, but under the blessing of an inexplicable divine power, it exudes the breath of a saint, but its human nature does not have the true meaning of super-innate martial arts at all, so it should only be regarded as a pseudo-super-innate.

However, even with the help of external forces to exert super-innate combat power, it is still the peak of Kyushu.

Han Feng felt the faint but strong breath of divine power on the visitor, and a hint of deep meaning flashed in his eyes.

"Hahahahaha, I am busy suppressing the Southern Xinjiang cult, so I set off a little late, how late is it?"

The voice of the visitor was indifferent and solemn, with a strong temperament of a superior.

Following his words, eighteen girls in white skirts and eighteen boys in armor came from Lingxu Yukong, stepping on the wind and clouds.

The boy in armor landed on the ground, guarding a seat, and eighteen girls came from the sky one step later, swaying peach petals in the sky.

A middle-aged man in a golden crowned imperial robe descended from the sky, sat in the banquet, raised the wine glass on the table and toasted the young master alone.

"Young master walks alone, and I will sit down directly, and I will not greet you."

Seeing this, Young Master Du Xing immediately cupped his hands and saluted: "Tang Hierarch doesn't have to say that, it is already an honor for you to come." Han Feng took a second look at Tang Hierarch when he heard this.

Nanwulin established the country with religion, and the leader Tang Yuan has thousands of years of wealth and force from the ancient god religion. The Protestant religion coerced a large number of believers to make things difficult for the ancient God religion, and Tang Yuan was able to spare time to participate in this grand event in Zhongzhou during the war with the Protestant religion, which was considered to be enough for the young master to walk alone.

Sensing Han Feng's gaze, Tang Yuan turned his gaze to Han Feng, raised his glass and congratulated: "Is this the Heavenly Court Zhenwu Emperor who is the most popular in Kyushu now?"

Han Feng didn't know what this guy's purpose was, and responded lightly: "Exactly."

As the lord of a continent, the other party can't take too much stance, but he doesn't know what Nan Wulin's attitude is, so it's better to say less.

Han Feng thought a lot, but he didn't expect that this guy was really crazy at all. After hearing Han Feng's answer, he began to talk eloquently: "Ha, Emperor Zhenwu is naturally very beautiful as the hero of the heavenly court, but this time All heroes from all over the world are invited to the banquet, and every family has a deep foundation, but as a new force, Heavenly Court still lacks a bit of solidity."

When Han Feng heard this, his eyebrows twitched.

Does this guy feel that there are too few incidents in southern Xinjiang, and he needs to find a way to do something for Nanwulin when he goes back.

Before Han Feng could strike back, another change occurred on the field. A wisp of white smoke rose from the venue, and then a young man in his twenties appeared in front of everyone. There is a white rune mark.

As soon as he showed up, he looked directly at the leader of the ancient gods, and sneered: "Tang Yuan, after all, the Heavenly Court is a power with two major continents, what qualifications do you have to speak here, a waste who can't even defend the southern border? "

"Bold!" Hearing this person's taunting words, a armored boy next to Tang Yuan stopped drinking instantly.

Hearing the other party's scolding, the evil young man turned his gaze away, and there seemed to be a bottomless abyss in his gaze, which instantly made this armored boy with a cultivation base of the third rank feel that his soul was being sucked away.

In the eyes of everyone present, following the gaze of the evil young man, a transparent soul was really pulled out from this young man.

"Enough!" Seeing this scene, Tang Yuan stood up instantly, and the innate qi surged around him, shattering the eyes of the evil young man.

Then, the armored boy half-kneeled on the ground in pain, his forehead was covered with sweat.

"Shen Wuxie, you have come to Zhongzhou to seek death."

When everyone heard the words, they immediately understood that this Shen Wuxie was one of the three leaders of Nanwulin Protestantism.No wonder he confronted Tang Yuan as soon as he appeared.

It's also interesting to say that Nanwulin Protestantism has always been against the Ancient God Sect since its inception, and Young Master Duxing actually invited these two deadly enemies together.

"Tang Yuan, my death... must be later than yours." Shen Wuxie laughed while talking, looking extremely crazy.

Tang Yuan didn't say much, but Han Feng sat aside and could clearly perceive the divine power running on the Tang leader.

"Hey, don't be in a hurry, you two, harmony makes money~ harmony makes money~"

Young Master Duxing and Bo Xujun stepped forward to separate the two of them, trying their best to control the situation.

However, misfortunes never come singly, a tacit understanding that is unique in the world blows from outside the arena, and Jiang Qinglou, dressed in black, has arrived at some time, laughing loudly, and striding forward:
"Hahahaha, a feast of heroes from all over the world, everyone... Are you guys ready to compete to see who is the real hero?"

(End of this chapter)