I raise pandas in fairyland

Chapter 227 You Laugh the Loudest
"The lord of Xuantian Palace, the Daoist Xuanchen who is highly respected by the monks of the four worlds, has never been a good-tempered person..."

At the foot of Xuantian Palace Mountain, there was still the square market. Jiang Zhong behaved like an ordinary casual cultivator, carrying a small horse, sitting in front of a small stall full of broken swords, and said in a voice full of sighs: "From the beginning Ultimately, it always has been."

In front of him, a large group of monks who had nothing to do had already gathered. For the sake of the spiritual fruit that Jiang Zhong took the initiative to put out, someone made a joke out of face: "Really? How did I hear that Xuanchen said Are you very kind to others?"

"Amicable?"

Jiang Zhong sneered: "It's just pretending to be friendly, right? Pushing forward a hundred years, this character who would draw his sword at the slightest disagreement, is domineering and domineering, and is famous for his hot temper in Xuantian Palace. Among the disciples of that generation, he is considered to be The first thorn, Huayang Xianjun, as the daughter of the palace master, must be ranked second!"

The Mistress of Xuantian Palace of the previous generation, that is, the father of Immortal Monarch Huayang who had already ascended, also spent a lot of effort in order to discipline the prickly Xuanchen well.

……

As an old senior with the same status now, but in terms of qualifications, he is of the same generation as the previous generation of Xuantian Palace Palace Master, Jiang Zhong's words can't be called completely slandering.

As mentioned before, many people, including Yu Mingcheng, were very surprised when they saw the state of getting along between Xuan Chen and Lin Lu.

Because before that, that is, the time period when Xuanchen was not reborn, he really couldn't be called a gentle person, even when facing his disciples, he was more serious than tender.

It’s just that human nature is mostly forgetful, Xuanchen’s rise is too fast, and the legendary color of his body is too strong, so that now the rumors are saying that Taoist Xuanchen has a gentle temperament and is quite a gentleman...

When Jiang Zhong heard the rumored voice for the first time, his eyes almost popped out.

Now, on the site of Xuantian Palace, he, Jiang Zhong, as a veteran senior in the world of cultivating immortals in Dongzhou, needs to correct the world's wrong impression of Xuanchen and rectify Xuanchen's name!
Outside the crowd, Xu Qingfeng folded his cuffs, looked up at the sky a little desolately, and suddenly sighed in great disappointment.

If he is familiar with Pu Xizhou or Ying Guan, they should have a lot in common...

It’s just that this is the site of Xuantian Palace after all. Hearing Jiang Zhong’s remarks, some people couldn’t help but retorted: “How do you know these things? Do you know Taoist Xuanchen? Don’t be jealous Daoist Xuanchen, are you trying to make a splash here?"

"No, no, no..."

Jiang Zhong was not angry, and said with a smile: "These things are not secrets. In this area of ​​Dongzhou, all monks over two hundred years old know about them. Just met a few times."

The man couldn't help laughing: "Just you? Have you met Daoist Xuanchen?"

Jiang Zhong nodded calmly: "Last time he invited me to Xuantian Palace as a guest, but I didn't go."

In an instant, the onlookers couldn't hold back anymore and burst out laughing, the whole space was filled with a happy atmosphere.

The casual cultivator who raised the question first laughed the loudest. He held his stomach and burst into tears: "You know Taoist Xuanchen, and the other party invited you to be a guest at Xuantian Palace? Then I also know Venerable Tianjian, His Holiness is still talking with me and drinking tea..."

After the words fell, there was another burst of cheerful laughter from all around.

There are also fun people in the realm of comprehension, especially in this kind of market where most of the casual cultivators gather, and everyone is used to it.

It's just that the one they met today was even more outrageous.

And amidst the roar of laughter, only Jiang Zhong and Xu Qingfeng didn't laugh.

The master and apprentice looked at the spiritual fruit and the clear water with two bigu pills on display, with strange expressions on their faces.

To some extent, this person is not a liar...

Also at this time, a huge illusory long sword was like a bright moon facing the sky, huge and full of murderous intent, it swept across half of Dongzhou almost instantly.

At the same time, in the southern sky, in the direction where the sword energy first dissipated, like a peerless treasure was born, thousands of rays of light burst out, illuminating half of the sky, gorgeous and gorgeous.

Everyone was attracted by the sudden burst of grand sword intent, and for a while, the entire city fell silent.

I don't know how long it took, but in the square city, a Jindan stage monk who traveled here exclaimed as if he had just woken up from a dream: "This... this seems to be the awe-inspiring sword intent of Taoist Xuanchen. Many years ago, the desolate beast When the tide was raging, the old man was fortunate to have seen it once from afar!"

In an instant, the whole city was in an uproar.

The sword intent of a sword cultivator is like the ID card of Lin Lu's descendants. Everyone is different and cannot be imitated.

After many years, Taoist Xuanchen finally made another move?
But amidst the sudden commotion, at the corner of the street, the melon-eating crowd who were laughing so hard just now all turned their heads and looked at Jiang Zhong in shock.

At this moment, there was no smile on Jiang Zhong's face, and he stared blankly at the southern sky for a while before retracting his gaze.

After seeing everyone's shocked and unbelievable eyes, he raised his eyebrows and said solemnly: "How is it? I'm not wrong, is Taoist Xuanchen particularly bad-tempered?"

Everyone: "..."

Is this the point?
However, without waiting for everyone's reaction, Jiang Zhong quickly turned around and picked up Xu Qingfeng, who was also shocked, and raised his long sleeves, and a pale golden long sword appeared in front of him.

Facing the eyeballs of the people who were almost staring out of their sockets, Jiang Zhong stepped on the long sword, only to hear the ear-piercing screaming sound and went away instantly, and Jiang Zhong, who was still by his side just now, turned into the sky in the blink of an eye a small black dot.

This speed... even a Nascent Soul cultivator is far behind, right?
Not far away, the Jindan stage monk named Po Xuanchen Sword Intent caught a glimpse of the movement here, and immediately exclaimed again: "That... isn't that the Venerable Heavenly Sword? Zhong, why did this senior appear here? This old man only saw him once at the last Wanjian Sect Ceremony!"

At this corner of the street, the melon-eaters who had just eaten the spiritual fruit set out by Jiang Zhong himself suddenly exclaimed in unison: "Damn it!"

After that, everyone's eyes turned to the casual cultivator who laughed the most wildly just now.

That Sanxiu blushed immediately: "Look at what I am doing? Everyone laughed just now!"

"Nonsense..." Everyone shouted in unison: "Just now you laughed the loudest!"

……

"Why are you laughing so loudly?"

In the Yuheng mountain range, in the jungle, Jiang Chenyu looked at Lin Lu who was laughing wildly while still holding his arms and not letting go, Jiang Chenyu showed disgust: "It hurt my eyes."

"Hahahahaha, uncle, your surname is not Duanmu, so don't say such things hahaha..."

Lin Lu was very happy, and while talking about things that people in this world could not understand, he jumped excitedly towards Xuan Chen: "Master, are you dead or not?"

As a good girl of the new era who grew up under the red flag and was born in New China, this is Lin Lu's most unconventional and presumptuous malice.

above the ground...

Cough, under the ground, there was originally a jungle, but now there is a super big pit with a radius of one thousand feet and a depth of about one hundred feet. Xuanchen is standing at the bottom of the pit, holding a sword, and looking at himself coldly Clenched left hand.

Between the tightly clenched fists, there was faint blood lingering.

(End of this chapter)