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Chapter 119 The Holy Son Candidate
The Tianyuan Pavilion in Tianyuan City is not comparable to the one in the small Lin'an City.

Whether it is the luxurious architecture of the building or the ingredients used in the dishes, they are all the best of the best, and the charges have reached the point where it is difficult for ordinary monks to afford.

Different from the levels in Lin'an City that are divided by spirit stone consumption, the Tianyuan Pavilion in Tianyuan City differentiates the levels of many guests according to their status, cultivation level, and amount of wealth.

A person like Yun Chu'an who has a Zijin VIP token will naturally enjoy the top treatment, not in this list, not to mention Lin Wan'er, the young owner of the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce, who has the entire Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce by his side. Greet the next road and go to the top floor with the most open view.

For this reason, he deliberately chose a seat near the window, so that he could see the bustling night view of most of Tianyuan City by looking out of the window.

The fact that Yun Chu'an was accompanied by two beauties with completely different temperaments naturally attracted the attention of most people, not to mention that one of them was the young master of the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce. Seeing.

But from time to time, he steals some envious, jealous or hostile looks from Yun Chuan, which makes Yun Chuan regain the feeling of being stared at by a gifted scholar when Yuexia Shihui entered the room with Lin Waner up.

A table of good and rare dishes for several people to feast on, even Yun Chuan, who has the talent of the God of Cookery, thinks that the cooking of these dishes is really good.

Not to mention anything else, let’s just say that this tonic dish called dragon liver and phoenix marrow has a delicate taste and excellent taste. It also uses the internal organs of Jiaolong and Qingque as the dish, which is extremely precious and nourishes the aura of the eater Thousands, of course, the price makes ordinary people dumbfounded.

Only this dish requires thousands of top-quality spirit stones, which can only be enjoyed if you are rich or expensive.

After drinking for three rounds, the dinner party among the three of them was coming to an end.

Looking at Ou Yehan and Lin Wan'er, who are friendly and supporting each other, who are sisters, Yun Chu'an is very puzzled.

The two of them were still somewhat hostile just now, but now they are like best friends, as if they are the one who is redundant.

What's even more exasperating is that Ou Yehan seemed to be saying something bad about him. The two girls raised their beautiful eyes to look at him from time to time, and after they were familiar with each other, they even put on a charming smile.

This woman is amazing!

At this moment, someone walked slowly towards Lin Wan'er holding a wine glass.

"So it's Ms. Lin. I haven't seen you for a long time. There's also this beautiful girl. I'm so polite." He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, but never glanced at Yun Chuan from the beginning to the end.

Lin Wan'er frowned slightly, her tone was a little indifferent, she returned a glass of wine and said, "I'm having a gathering with my friends tonight, if there's anything else, come back to me later."

The implication is that anyone with a discerning eye can hear it, but the young man in plain robe turned a deaf ear to it. He flicked his sleeves and continued to say, "Since you are a guest from afar, Song Hang can't wait."

"Song Hang?" Yun Chuan seemed to have heard of this name somewhere, thinking quickly in his mind.

"Oh? This fellow Taoist recognizes Song?" Song Hang said with a feigned surprise expression, "I'm not talented, I'm going to be the candidate for the Holy Son of Qingfeng Holy Land."

Yun Chu'an only thought of this name when he heard that this person exaggeratedly stated his identity and used it to suppress others.

That's right, it turned out to be one of the candidates for the Holy Son of Qingfeng Holy Land, no wonder the name sounds familiar.

This Qingfeng Holy Land has not yet elected a contemporary Holy Son, but there are five or six candidates for the Holy Son eagerly staring at that seat.

If Yun Chu'an had accepted Qian Qiuzi's invitation from Qingfeng Holy Land at that time, Song Hang probably would have had nothing to do with it.

"I haven't asked this fellow Taoist Gao's name yet!" Song Hang said rather pretentiously.

"Yun Chuan."

"Yun Chu'an? I heard from my family teacher that the Tianluo Sword Sect in Nanzhou gave birth to the lucky son of our human race in this life, named Yun Chu'an, and the fellow Taoist actually has the same name and surname as the lucky son of our race? It is very predestined Ah." When it comes to the ability to open his eyes and tell lies, Song Hang did his part, making a dazed expression, and the expression management was very good.

"Hehe." Yun Chuan replied with a non-smiling smile, and didn't want to continue to pay attention to this person.

Seeing Song Hang's words and demeanor, Lin Wan'er raised her eyebrows even more angrily, but she didn't dare to get angry at all.

Although he is still not the Holy Son, after all, Song Hang is the candidate for the Holy Son of Qingfeng Holy Land. As the leader of Confucianism, the Holy Land is slightly more important than Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce. Considering the various circumstances, it is impossible to treat Song Hang straightforwardly. demonstration.

Song Hang understood this even more in his heart. As one of Lin Wan'er's many suitors, the status of the candidate for the Holy Son of Qingfeng Holy Land surpassed many others, and it was because of this status that he was extremely shamelessly clinging to Lin Wan'er.

In the days before, Lin Wan'er returned to the ancestral land of Lin'an City in the Qianyuan Kingdom to relax, and there was no lack of willingness to avoid these suitors.

With a slightly heavier tone, Lin Wan'er said, "Tonight is the day I reunite with my old friend. I don't know what Mr. Song is doing. If it's not something important, please respect Mr. Song."

"It's nothing, but it's been a long time since I saw you, Wan'er, and I miss you so much~ I don't know why, but I feel that you are more beautiful now than before, and you are like a fairy descending from the earth."

Song Hang's eyes were frivolous, while praising Lin Wan'er, he couldn't stop looking at Ou Yehan.

"What kind of luck did this kid have to be able to attract such two kinds of beauties with different temperaments? Could it be that Lao Shizi's lucky son of the human race really has some skills?
That's not right. This aura is clearly an ant realm that is correct in the early stage of alchemy, and I can slap it to death. How can such a person, He De, be elected as the son of luck of the human race in this life? "

Song Hang's body has reached the late Yuanying stage, and his age is only [-] years old. Even with such a cultivation level, it also means that his talent is absolutely astounding. It is no wonder that he can be listed as one of the candidates for the Holy Son of Qingfeng Holy Land Bit up.

But when he thought that he was only a low-level monk in the early stage of alchemy, surrounded by such beauties, and was blown into hype by his master, such as the recognition of heaven, the baptism of golden light, and the six movements of Wenchang, Song Hang didn't really believe in this world. It's surprising that such a capable person can simultaneously trigger such a shocking vision of heaven and earth.

If there is such a person, he must be a peerless powerhouse whose cultivation is as high as the sky and whose talent is unsurpassed. Now that Yun Chuan's cultivation is low, he feels that the name of the son of luck of the human race is not true. .

(End of this chapter)