Mortal Bones

"Dissatisfied ancestor, I still can't figure this out."

Xuandan Palace, Xuantian Palace.

When he saw Gu Yu appearing in the shadow screen in the center of the hall, the expression on the old palace master Jiang Xuanfeng's face turned into one of pain.

The ancestor Feng Tianxing on the side suddenly burst into laughter after seeing that Jiang Xuanfeng, who was usually serious, was forced to lose his composure.

Jiang Xuanfeng saw this and said anxiously:

"Old Ancestor, this matter is related to the fate of the Shangqing Realm. We cannot let Taiping Taoist do whatever he wants. You'd better think of a way!"

As the master of Xuandan Palace, no one knows the methods of his ancestor better than him.

Feng Tianxing leaned back in his chair and asked with a very relaxed smile:

"Xuanfeng, you know Xu Taiping somewhat. Do you think he is the kind of person who does random things?"

Jiang Xuanfeng was speechless for a moment when Feng Tianxing asked him.

After thinking carefully, Jiang Xuanfeng replied:

"Ancestor, even if he is not a random person, there are still times when he is blind."

Feng Tianxing smiled lightly and said:

"You mean, you can conclude that Gu Yu's future potential must be lower than Pang Chong?"

Jiang Xuanfeng was asked again and was speechless.

Because in the Dragon-Slaying Association of the past, he was useless when he first met, but later he was able to become a sensation, and even single-handedly led the Dragon-Slaying people to become the leader of the Dragon-Slaying Association.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Xuanfeng finally spoke:

"But those who have accumulated little experience are in the minority among dragon hunters, and sometimes not one will appear for hundreds or thousands of years."

Having said this, Jiang Xuanfeng looked up at Feng Tianxing, frowned and said:

"Instead of gambling on this one-in-a-million chance, why not just take a safer path?"

After hearing this, Feng Tianxing lowered his head and looked at Jiang Xuanfeng and remained silent for a long time.

Just when Jiang Xuanfeng looked panicked and thought he had said something wrong, Feng Tianxing suddenly said to Jiang Xuanfeng solemnly:

"Xuanfeng, how can this path of cultivation be safe?"

Jiang Xuanfeng froze there as if his lifeline had been stabbed by Feng Tianxing.

Feng Tianxing turned his head and glanced at Xu Taiping and his party who were already sitting around the table in the shadow, and then looked at Jiang Xuanfeng and continued:

"In this dragon-slaying meeting, Jiuyuan's team has been added, and there are two demon emperors in this team, one of whom even has the body of a drought demon."

"Do you think, based on the superficial potential of the nineteen dragon hunters, who can definitely help Xu Taiping and his team win the championship?"

Jiang Xuanfeng was once again questioned by Feng Tianxing.

Because he discovered that not to mention the remaining eighteen people after being selected by Jiuyuan, even counting the huge number of people who were selected, Xu Taiping and his team may not be sure of defeating Jiuyuan's team.

Feng Tianxing took a sip of the wine in the wine cup beside him, then leaned on the seat, looked at the shadow in the center of the hall, and said with a solemn expression:

"So if Xu Taiping is like you and participates in this Dragon-Slaying Meeting for the sake of stability, then the outcome of this Dragon-Slaying Meeting will be that the human monks will be defeated."

Jiang Xuanfeng sighed and said:

"That's what our ancestors taught us."

Jiang Xuanfeng looked back at the shadow in the center of the hall, then smiled bitterly and said:

"But excuse me, disciple, I really don't see what's so special about Gu Yu."

Feng Tianxing shook his head disapprovingly and said:

"This dragon-slaying meeting has just begun. Let's keep looking forward."

Although Jiang Xuan wanted to say something more, seeing that his ancestor had made up his mind, he wisely chose to remain silent and just silently looked at the scene in the shadow in the center of the hall.

At this time, the four of them, Xu Taiping, were sharing steamed buns.

When he saw Xu Taiping break open the white, soft and hot steamed bun and bite off half of it, Feng Tianxing couldn't help but swallowed, then turned to look at Jiang Xuanfeng aside and said:

"I'll serve you a plate of steamed buns, too."

Jiang Xuanfeng was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry, but in the end he nodded and said:

"I'll give the orders here."

Feng Tianxing, who was watching Xu Taiping and the others feasting intently, seemed to have thought of something, and immediately added to Jiang Xuanfeng:

"It must be hot, fresh out of the cage, piping hot!"

Jiang Xuanfeng nodded and said:

"The disciples will take charge of the kitchen."

As he spoke, he took out the sound transmission jade slip from his sleeve.

But when he was about to transmit the message, Feng Tianxing suddenly said again:

"Xiao Xuanfeng, ask the chef to cook another plate of hazel mushroom stewed chicken, which is the one they are eating!"

At this moment, Xu Taiping and others in the shadow, except for the monk Xuanzhi, were all eating a large plate of shiny hazel mushroom stewed chicken.

The chicken was golden in color with an attractive oiliness, as if every texture was soaked in mellow soup.

Just watching them eat is a thrill.

Jiang Xuanfeng nodded with a complicated mood, and then simply suggested to his ancestor Feng Tianxing:

"Ancestor, for the dishes on the table for four people, can I ask the chef to come up with a plate?"

Feng Tianxing licked his lips, nodded without looking back and said:

"So good!"

…

In the stands of Zhenlongping.

Because the phantom image on Zhenlongping is extremely huge and clear.

Therefore, the monks watching the battle could not only hear the sound of chewing and swallowing as Xu Taiping devoured his food, but they could also clearly see the steam coming out of the steamed buns in their hands, as well as the shiny and oily color of the dishes in the bowls.

In addition, the four people in the shadows were eating with relish, which made this ordinary meal in the courtyard look particularly tempting.

Even some monks who had long given up their appetite were tempted by the four people in the picture.

"Pop!"

At this time, the four people in the shadow picture on Zhenlongping, except Xuanzhi, all pulled out the corks of the small wine jars beside them and started to clink glasses.

It was not until this time that the monks who had been watching the battle in the stands for a long time finally reacted-

"We are here to watch you kill the dragon, not to watch you eat and drink!"

For a while, the stands were noisy.

The dissatisfaction with the four people eating and drinking in the courtyard even overshadowed the discussion of Xu Taiping's choice of Gu Yu as the dragon catcher.

It was not just the ordinary monks watching the battle in the stands.

Even the people in the Chunyu Pavilion's small attic frowned when they saw Xu Taiping and the other three just eating and drinking in the courtyard and not talking about the Dragon Slaying Meeting.

The old martial god Zhu Huai leaned back in his chair with a depressed look on his face, patted the back of his head, and said in confusion:

"Not only did they choose an old man with some problems as the dragon catcher, but they also sat in the courtyard eating and drinking, not thinking about completing Gu Yu's petition to restore his power."

"What kind of medicine is Xu Taiping selling in this gourd!"

Jiang Cuicui also frowned at this time:

"When Taoist Taiping was in Shangqing Realm, he was not the kind of lazy person who would eat and wait for death. Why did he become like this when he came to the Burial Immortal Ruins?"

Lu Rushuang, who sat at the same table with the two, didn't say anything, but her eyes were also full of confusion.

Chu Xiaoxiao asked Zhang Moyan nervously:

"Brother Taiping, is it possible that someone from Jiuyuan has put a curse on you?"

"I've staked my entire fortune on him!"

Zhang Moyan looked at Chu Xiaoxiao helplessly, opened and closed his mouth a few times as if to say something, but in the end, he only sighed.

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