Immortal Martial Lord

Chapter 135 Southern Wilderness Barbarians
  At noon, a man dressed in white ran out of Dongfang Chen's room silently. It was a young man with a sword hanging on his waist. He was Dongfang Long.

Dongfang Long glanced coldly at the pavilion where Gu Fei was, with a half-smiling look on his face, then walked out of the other courtyard, left Lan Yue Tower, and drifted away.

Soon, a young man in white came to a majestic mansion in the central area of ​​Dragon Emperor City. The young man looked around twice, and then walked into this extremely majestic mansion.

Four sergeants wearing cold iron armor stood outside the gate of the mansion, but they seemed not to see the young man in white and allowed him to enter the mansion.

On the banner on the gate of the mansion, there are three large gold-lacquered characters written with flying phoenixes - County Prince's Mansion!

No wonder this mansion is so grand and even guarded by soldiers wearing armor. It turns out that this is the palace of Yang Yuandao, the prince of Nanhuang County.

The young man in white was obviously a frequent visitor to the Prince's Mansion, and the guards outside the door recognized him, so no one stopped him from entering the Prince's Mansion.

In the evening, in Lanyue Tower, nine disciples of the younger generation of the Three Great Dao Sect received invitations from the Nanhuang County Prince's Mansion at the same time. The Crown Prince Yang Xun would entertain them at the Prince's Courtyard.

Among these nine people, including Gu Fei, the ones invited were the top three most outstanding disciples among the young disciples of the Three Great Dao Sects.

In the pavilion, Gu Fei looked at the invitation in his hand and couldn't help but frowned. He didn't know this prince, why did he invite me?

He threw the invitation in his hand on the table in front of him, then sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, his luck adjusted. Because of his breakthrough in realm, he wanted to be familiar with the new power. He didn't bother to care about the prince and prince.

Prince? So what if he is an emperor? Kings in the secular world only have a great deterrent effect on ordinary people. In the eyes of powerful monks, there is no difference between kings in the world and ordinary people.

Even these great empires with a territory of thousands of miles have to pay tribute to some large sects within their territory. Qi State, where Taixuanmen is located, pays tribute to Taixuanmen every year.

At the beginning of the lanterns, thousands of households in the Dragon Emperor City light up their lights. If anyone looks at the Dragon Emperor City from a distance, they will find that the Dragon Emperor City at night is like a bright light in the endless primeval old forest. .

The tall, pitch-black city wall of Dragon Emperor City separated two different worlds. Outside the city wall, there was an endless wilderness land covered with dense primitive mountains and forests, but inside the city wall, there was a prosperous human world.

Of course, there are also alien monks in the Dragon Emperor City. Although humans make up the majority, the people who dominate Southern Wilderness are not the Southern Wilderness Princes conferred by the royal family of the Yan Kingdom, but the hundreds of Southern Wilderness tribes.

The hundreds of tribes in the Southern Wilderness are actually more appropriately called the Southern Wilderness Barbarians.

Nanhuang County Prince's Mansion is a separate courtyard in the west of the city. It occupies a vast area and has a very elegant layout. It has pavilions, pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, strange rocks and rockeries, and lush trees. It is completely the garden style of the Central Plains region.

Passing through the garden in front, behind the courtyard, is a small lake. Although it is a small lake, it is hundreds of acres in area. In the lake, there is a pavilion and a white jade bridge spanning the lake, along with both sides.

At this time, melodious music came from the pavilion in the lake. In the hall on the second floor of the pavilion, the floor was covered with a thick golden carpet. There were nine tables on each side of the hall. Each distinguished guest had a separate table. Each sat cross-legged.

As the owner, Yang Xun, the prince of the county, sat at the top of the hall. In the middle of the hall, there was a beautiful singer singing and dancing.

There were only a few people sitting on the seats on both sides, and most of them were empty. However, the people sitting there were young people with dignified auras, strong spirits, and glimmering eyes as they looked around. These young people are all in their early twenties and are obviously outstanding figures of the younger generation in the Southern Wilderness.

"Report! The White Tiger Clan, the tiger battle has arrived!"

At this time, an energetic voice came from outside the pavilion.

"Invitation!" Yang Xun stood up, and several other young men present also stood up immediately. The White Tiger Clan among the barbarians in the Southern Wilderness is one of the four major saint clans, and the Tiger Zhan can be called the White Tiger Clan. The most outstanding figure among the clan, he is an extremely powerful figure who is rarely matched among his peers.

"Why did Yang Xun even invite him here..." The young people muttered in a low voice. It was obvious that they were very afraid of this tiger battle. "Haha! Brother Yang..." A voice like a bell sounded outside the pavilion, and a tall figure walked in from the outside.

The entire pavilion, and even the sky above the lake, echoed with this man's words. The singers who were dancing were suddenly frightened by the sudden sound, and their faces turned pale, and they stopped unconsciously.

"Huh? What's going on? Where are the people from the Three Great Sects?" The person who came was a young man with a strong back, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a pair of tiger eyes that shone like a ferocious beast.

This young man also looked like he was in his early twenties, but he had white hair. His long white hair was casually swayed back, and he was filled with a formidable force.

The young man's eyes were as sharp as blades. He glanced around the hall, and his face suddenly became a little ugly: "Brother Yang, what do you mean? I came here for the people from the Third Avenue Sect. Where is the doorman?"

The young men in the hall couldn't help but change their expressions when they saw this tiger-like young man. But Yang Xun, the prince's eldest son, hurriedly came forward to greet him.

"Haha! Brother Hu Zhan, please take a seat and be patient. The people from the Third Avenue Sect should be here soon." Yang Xun said with a smile.

"Hmph! I hope you won't disappoint me. You know what will happen if you dare to tease me!" This tiger battle did not give Yang Xun, the prince of the county, any face at all, and sat down on the first seat on the left.

"This guy Dongfang Long has some bad ideas. Before the Three Great Sects could get involved with the Southern Wilderness tribes, I was already very angry." Yang Xun had already scolded Dongfang Long in his heart.

However, Dongfang Long's idea still made Yang Xun very excited. It would be a good idea for people from the Three Great Dao Sect to deal with the guys like Nanhuang who have eyes on their foreheads.

Yang Xun returned to his seat with a stinky face and was very unhappy. As soon as he sat down, the angry voice outside rang again.

"Report! Xuanwu Clan, Guiteng is here!"

"Huh? How come Gui Teng, the turtle grandson, is here too." When Hu Zhan heard the name Gui Teng, he couldn't help but frown his thick eyebrows.

At this time, Deng Deng Deng, there was a sound of heavy footsteps outside, as if a huge thing was walking in from the outside. The whole pavilion seemed to tremble with the footsteps.

However, when the person outside walked into the hall, everyone discovered that the person making such heavy footsteps was actually a yellow-faced young man less than five feet tall, with his hands hanging almost to his knees, a pointed head and a narrow forehead. .

"Hmph! Stinky Tiger, I didn't expect you to be here!" Such a strange-looking young man almost pretended that the master Yang Xun was transparent. After glancing at the hall, his eyes fell on Hu Zhan.

"What, your tortoise shell is itchy again? Do you want to be beaten?" Hu Zhan stared at Guiteng with a pair of tiger eyes, and a fierce evil aura suddenly spread from his body.

"You stinky tiger, what's the use of being mean to me? Why bother to kill people from the Third Avenue Sect!" Na Guiteng walked towards Hu Zhan with heavy steps, and then sat down directly on Hu Zhan. On the seat next to me.

Only then did everyone see clearly that there was a bulge on Gui Teng's back, as if there was something like a pot hidden under his clothes. Could it be that he was still carrying his turtle shell?

The people present were all outstanding figures of the younger generation in the Southern Wilderness. They naturally knew the Xuanwu Clan's cultivation methods. Seeing that Gui Teng's steps were so heavy, he must still be carrying his black turtle shell.

"Report! Ren Wuming, Liu Yunhe, and Li Mengyao from the Guangcheng Immortal sect have arrived!"

The heroes of the Southern Wilderness in the pavilion suddenly became solemn when they heard this, and they all looked at the entrance of the pavilion. The people from the Third Avenue Gate finally arrived.

"Hmph, the fun is finally about to begin!" A malicious and evil smile appeared on Yang Xun's face.

(End of this chapter)