The rebirth of the ancient sword fairy in Gaowu City

Chapter 122
Crouching Dragon Mountain, Yun Tianshi!
This is a god-like figure in ancient rumors!

"Isn't this an ancient myth and legend?"

One guest wondered.

"What myths and legends?"

"Master Yun Tianshi of Wolong Mountain is real."

"On the land of Donghua Kingdom, there have been dynasties and dynasties for two or three thousand years."

"Almost every generation of Yun Tianshi will be appointed as a national teacher by the dynasty at that time."

"Although dynasties have changed, the status of Yun Tianshi in Wolong Mountain has always been detached."

"Even in Donghua Kingdom, when the country was first established more than 200 years ago, there was a period of time when Master Yun Tianshi was invited to make his debut as a guardian of the country."

"Only later, with the development of scientific and technological civilization, high-tech hot weapons began to occupy the mainstream, and Wolong Mountain retreated behind the scenes."

"It hasn't been born for more than 100 years."

Several well-informed guests discussed.

"However, the impact of Wolong Mountain is far-reaching."

"Whether it's official or private."

"so……"

In this way, the people around will immediately understand.

Why does the Penglai Business Alliance have all hands and eyes.

In the business world, officials can enjoy it.

Even this classical villa, which was sealed and protected, was bought and renamed Penglai Villa.

And along the way, from the southwest to the East China Sea, various ancient martial arts families and business giants joined in one after another.

In this way, they feel even less confident in resisting the expansion of the Penglai Chamber of Commerce.

Although the voices of these people are not loud.

But it still spread unreservedly to the senses of Song Qiuchen who came in with the crowd.

"Wolong Mountain, Master Yun?"

Song Qiuchen frowned slightly.

In his previous life, there existed the Tao of Heavenly Master.

Mainly follow the way of spells and spells.

Of course, those old celestial masters in his previous life were not easy to mess with.

When Song Qiuchen was a teenager, he suffered a lot from these old guys.

"No way, there is a way of heavenly masters in this secular world?"

"But according to what they said, from 3000 to 200 years ago, until [-] years ago, all the Yuntian masters of all dynasties were the national teachers of all dynasties."

"Then there was no aura at that time, how could their spells work?"

Song Qiuchen thought to himself.

But immediately he thought that Tianshidao's spell technique does not necessarily have to use aura.

Sometimes using resentment, mind power, and the sealed sun and moon essence can also work.

However, the effect is much worse than using the aura of heaven and earth.

"It seems that with the recovery of spiritual energy."

"The celestial master's way in this secular world will also surface."

Song Qiuchen thought to himself.

But he still has doubts.

Even after the spiritual energy recovers, if the Heavenly Master Dao regains the inheritance, the strength will indeed expand rapidly.

It is also possible to lead all these ancient martial arts families. (The premise is that these ancient martial arts families have not fully recovered the inheritance of ancient martial arts)
However, in the world of cultivating immortals, the Way of the Celestial Master can only be regarded as heresy, small way, and fringe sect.

The strength has always been relatively weak, and there are not many disciples of every generation of celestial masters.

I'm afraid it's not enough to have the energy to unify half of Donghua country's business community.

He still suspected that behind this was the shadow of those cultivating immortal sects in Lingyu.

At this time, the villa was in a banquet hall that could accommodate thousands of people.

"Wanxin, remember what Dad told you before Chinese New Year."

"Take you through the big scene, and get to know some young talents who really have family background and background in Donghai."

"Today is a good opportunity."

Cheng Huai'an, who was wearing a brand-name suit, looked radiant and excited at this moment.

From time to time, he respectfully stepped forward to toast a certain boss, even if no one knew him at all.

"As far as I know, there are more than [-] ancient martial arts families in the southwest, central capital, and East China Sea today."

"Dad had a hard time getting the invitation."

"My daughter is so outstanding, it is only natural that these young aristocrats from ancient martial arts families are worthy of her."

He excitedly said to Cheng Wanxin who was beside him.

Cheng Wanxin is wearing light makeup at the moment, and is wearing an international famous brand high-end evening dress, which was designed by Van Dipoer, the master designer of the West Asia Kingdom.

Coupled with elegant jewelry, beautiful long hair like a waterfall shawl.

Even more charming and moving.

For a while, she also attracted the attention of many young talents present.

Cheng Wanxin listened to her father's words.

I am also quite excited about this reception.

Naturally, she didn't have to come to find some husband-in-law.

Come to broaden your horizons, get to know more people, and expand your network.

It is also very important.

It would be even better if he could hook up with a certain young Tianjiao and ancient martial arts giant.

While she was enjoying the attention of a group of young talents.

There was a shadow of a person in my heart.

Dressed in white, as lonely as a sword!

"Just curious about him."

"Father is right. Without a family background, one is destined not to be able to go far in martial arts."

"A moment of amazement, without the support of family background, as the years go by, it will eventually disappear from everyone."

Cheng Wanxin shook her head, trying to erase the figure in her heart.

"That kid from the old Song family."

"That is to say, the bumpkin from Songping never had the chance to step into the gate of this villa."

At this time, Cheng Huaian said with a smile.

In the past, my daughter still thought about the bumpkin from time to time, but after experiencing this kind of occasion, she broadened her horizons.

I will definitely not miss it anymore.

But at this moment, he found his daughter's eyes, staring straight at the door.

A figure in white, as straight as a sharp sword, slowly approached.

It has its own dusty spirit.

As soon as the man in white came in, he had already attracted the sneak glances of many ladies present.

"Who is this?" Seeing his daughter's expression, Cheng Huaian couldn't help asking.

"He is Song Qiuchen." Cheng Wanxin murmured.

"What, he is that bumpkin from Songping?" Cheng Huaian couldn't help being shocked.

"Doesn't he have no background, and his family background is also average."

"How did he get in this top-level reception?" Cheng Huai'an was very puzzled.

And the other side of the banquet hall.

"Xiaotian, I will bring you here today."

"One is to let you broaden your horizons and witness our strength."

"Secondly, it is also to inspire you to come out of the trough."

The Donghai Fang family is also the president of the Hongyun Martial Arts Club of Donghai Wuda. Fang Yun is holding a wine glass and speaking to Yu Zhentian beside him.

"have a look."

"There are so many young talents here, more than [-] outstanding young generations from ancient martial arts families, all of them have come."

"How bright their future is!"

"Including you, Xiaotian."

"Although your family is not a top-notch Guwu family, its family background is not weak."

"Now you follow me, the Hongyun Martial Arts Club, and the Fang family."

"The future is boundless!"

"A temporary setback doesn't mean anything."

"That Song Qiuchen, a sensationalist clown."

"It won't be long before I will be trampled under your feet!"

"And do you know, in a short time, we will be able to control the entire East China Sea!"

"There are endless resources at our disposal."

"Most of these geniuses present will also listen to our Fang family."

"Because behind our Fang family, there is a supreme existence!"

Fang Yun held the wine glass, drew a circle with his arm, looked around the audience, and said proudly.

After hearing this, Yu Zhentian couldn't help feeling proud.

But in the next second, his eyes narrowed.

Seeing the figure in white that humiliated him and often appeared in his nightmares.

(End of this chapter)