The Legend of Immortal Court

Chapter 217 The Great Niu Taoist Living in the Eighth Building of Nanyuan
"Thought you were calling me."

Director Su breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the little elf on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "I'm overthinking it. Only the two of us know about your name, and there is no Si Tianjian to register. Why? Maybe the name was registered?"

The little elf lowered his head slightly and said nothing.

Su Ting didn't notice her change, but just smiled and said: "What's more, we came late, and our name was not called so quickly."

The little elf muttered: "It's not necessarily true. You have a higher status. Maybe someone gave you a special case, so you don't have to wait too long, so your name will be put first."

Hearing this, Su Ting touched his chin, nodded and said: "That's true. My nephew was sent by Si Tianjian to manage the grand event. He is also a good-looking person. Give me a little privilege as an elder. That's normal too."

As he spoke, he shook his head again, and said, "What privilege do you want? Mr. Su has always been upright and doesn't like things that go through the back door, but he doesn't know how many places he ranked my name, as long as it is within a hundred, and so on. An hour and a half, a master uncle would not take his anger out on him."

The little elf sneered, but didn't respond.

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And in the front.

Mr. Du from Beiyuan stood with his hands behind his back.

Many people around him have already been called by name.

These people came to Si Tianjian before, and some of them were already subdued by him, and they were sent to the capital first to find out the big and small things of this grand meeting; Daoxing was subdued by his powerful ability; a small part was forcibly oppressed by him and kept by his side.

But it wasn't too long for him to come to the capital.

In fact, he came to the capital one step later than Su Ting.

"Taoist May."

"Murder the Taoist."

"Qin Shou."

"Dongfan monk."

Mr. Du remembered these names in his heart.

In Nanyuan, there are many outstanding people, but those who are really regarded as threats by him are only a few of them.

As for the one who killed his two servants, his skills were no more than the third level, and he was able to act fiercely by relying on a treasure that could manifest a flame warrior.

But that treasure really needs attention, and it also makes him miss it very much.

"All of you, get closer and get a better understanding. During the grand event, try to keep that brat who speaks rudely at the very beginning, and then intercept and kill him after he loses his qualifications for the grand event and leaves the capital."

"Yes, son."

"By the way, here in Nanyuan, you should pay more attention to Taoist Wuyue, Taoist Susha, Qin Shou, and Taoist Dongfan. If you can't fight, try to collect their blood or hair."

Speaking of this, Mr. Du recited all the names in the three areas of Dongyuan, Xiyuan, and Beiyuan that he regarded as threats, and then said: "When you see them, try to hide, hide! If you fail, you will give up your qualifications for the grand event, hurt them desperately, get their blood and hair, etc., and hand them over to me afterwards."

The servants around him were all awe-inspiring.

They knew that Mr. Du's ability was not only profound, nor powerful, but also had mysterious spells, which could kill people silently.

After a pause, Mr. Du looked at Su Ting, frowned and said: "This man is not very good, but there is a treasure, you have to be careful when you meet him... Even I can't see through his treasure. "

Thinking like this, Mr. Du put Su Ting in a difficult position in his heart, and said: "If you can't beat him, try to take his blood or hair."

After speaking, Mr. Du paused and said, "What's his name?"

Everyone looked at each other, speechless.

That young man seldom went out, and after Mr. Du uttered his words, he was isolated, and few people had any interaction with him.

As for Young Master Du, from the very beginning, he was regarded as a dying person, and he never cared about the young man's name.

It's just that thinking about it now, the young man was carrying a treasure, so it would take some effort to kill him.

If it's really laborious, use spells, that's it.

"Go closer, listen carefully to the name reported by the Sitian Supervisor, and keep this person's name in your heart."

"Yes, son."

The crowd responded.

Mr. Du nodded slightly, and asked again: "Have you got all the number plates?"

A person behind him replied: "Basically, I have received it. The number of people in Beiyuan is relatively small. There are less than [-] people who have not received the token. Thinking about it, they should come to the young master."

Just saying this, I heard the Taoist priest above Si Tianjian call me a name.

"Du Heng!"

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Nanyuan.

Su Ting listened to one name after another passing by, most of them had received tokens, but he, Su, hadn't arrived yet.

His complexion turned dark, and he cursed in a low voice: "This Taoist Yunji thought he was a wise man, but he didn't expect to be so dishonest, and he didn't even flatter his uncle. It's really disrespectful to make him wait for so long. .”

And the little elf lowered his head, as if teasing the little white snake, from time to time he raised his head to look up at Taoist Si Tianjian who announced his name above, and from time to time looked at Su Ting, his eyes seemed to have some anticipation.

Su Ting patted the hem of his clothes, feeling a little annoyed, then looked at the chill Taoist again.

That Taoist, with a cold expression and a calm demeanor, is also a master who has cultivated into a Yin god. His aura is cold, with a hidden killing intent, which seems to have infected many lives.

"It's also suitable for the title of Taoist Susha, but after that little girl tricked me, this Taoist name always feels a little silly."

Su Ting thought so, and glared at the little elf beside him.

The elf looked dazed.

Haven't you called yet?
Why does he seem to know something?
Thinking of this, the little elf shrank a little timidly.

"Zhu Wen!"

"Taoist Daoist!"

One name after another was read.

Su Ting couldn't help but feel that these two names were a bit weird, and said with a smile, "Zhu Wen? Swine fever? This guy's name is really interesting... As for that Daoist Daoist, it always feels like neither fish nor fowl."

As he said that, Su Ting looked at the elf and said with a smile: "I think this big cow Taoist is probably a woodcutter. When I was alive, I dug up the legacy of the predecessors, and thus embarked on the road of cultivation."

Speaking of this, Su Ting shook his head slightly, and said: "It's just that if you can practice this way, you are also literate. Why don't you change your name? His name is followed by a Taoist title. I always feel a little It's neither fish nor fowl, it might as well be called Bull God King, Bull Demon King or something, and it's much nicer than the title Daoist Daoist."

The elf looked strange, but did not speak.

And at this moment, the disciple of Si Tianjian said again: "Daoist Da Niu!"

Everyone in the field looked at each other in blank dismay.

No one stepped forward to receive the token.

"Where is Taoist Da Niu?"

The disciple of the Si Tianjian frowned and said: "The grand meeting is approaching, is it possible that you are still outside the Si Tianjian? Daoist Daoist, if you don't come to receive the card again, you won't wait when it's over!"

He flipped through the roster, raised his head again, and shouted with great luck, "Da Niu Taoist who lives in the eighth building of Nanyuan, is he here?"

This voice, through the true qi, spread out, and directly spread to Nanyuan's residence.

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Among the eight buildings in Nanyuan.

The five mobs raised their heads one after another, and looked at each other, showing astonishment.

The two matured horses looked at each other, their faces full of bewilderment.

The voice came here before.

But there is no such thing as a big cow here.

There are only two horses here.

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within the crowd.

Su Ting said with a smile: "This big cow Taoist didn't show up. I really want to see what kind of person he is. It's so interesting."

The little elf lowered his head and said nothing, but his body trembled slightly, as if he was holding back something.

"The big cow Taoist who lives in the eighth building of Nanyuan!"

The Si Tianjian disciple called again, but seeing no one answered, he turned over and read the next name.

But Su Ting seemed to think of something, suddenly startled, stood where he was, as if struck by lightning.

"Wait a minute? Nanyuan? Eight buildings?"

In Su Ting's impression, when Daoist Yu Le asked him to move in, he said that this eight-building courtyard was specially arranged by the previous practitioner who lived here and liked to enjoy it.

Isn't Building [-] in Nanyuan the place where someone Su lives?
Su Ting swallowed, his mouth was dry.

What's going on here?

(End of this chapter)