Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

Business Alliance Hall, singing and dancing.

Hearing the envy in the crowd's tone, a young man in white shook his head slightly, his eyes were quite clear.

Especially the young master Ling Xiao, who is now an example of immortality in the hearts of countless young people.

But, why can they enter the hall to serve tea, and she can only stand outside the hall and be overwhelmed by the crowd?

"Son!"

At this time, although she was also curious, why did the always domineering Gu Chaoci not come with the son, but... just so, no one disturbed her to be happy with the son.

"Sir, please!"

For example, sitting opposite him at this time was a young man dressed in a black green robe, with an ordinary appearance but full of elegance.

Regarding the arrogance of the heavenly city that has come recently, Die Ying has already checked it out and reported it to Ling Xiao.

"I heard that your son's wedding wine, Ming Xi specially brought a jar of Ten Thousand Years Monkey Immortal Brew from the clan. The son will taste it first, and I will come back later to accompany the son to get drunk... Fang Xiu."

Jin Han'er smiled charmingly, opened the wine seal lightly, and filled Ling Xiao's jade cup.

Different from the young master of the realm, although Ling Xiao's identity is also supreme, but he... is not a bit arrogant and alienated, always in front of everyone's eyes, true and simple, and approachable.

Bright lights are bright, and auspiciousness is self-inflicted.

Eight thousand fortunes, six rank of respected realm, and the heart of Wenshengdao.

As Ling Xiao had expected before, even though these banquets were attended by some well-known contemporary geniuses, but... the evildoers who really stood on the top of the blue sky were mostly people who had nothing else to do, and would not come here to join in the fun.

According to the gossip, the Palace Master of the Holy Emperor has personally ordered the sect to be sealed and closed for practice.

If the Son of Destiny gets this kind of treatment, I am afraid that someone will jump out to show his face again.

In the past few days, almost everything Ling Xiao has done has shaken the sky.

Some people even waited in line in the middle of the night in order to see the young master.

"More than Hua Mingxi, the arrogant girl beside the young master, who is not the white moonlight in the eyes of the world? But in front of the young master, they only serve tea, pour wine, play and sing!"

What he wants is one pair for a lifetime! !

At this time, Ling Xiao could see that all the utensils in the hall that contained the spiritual fruit and spirit liquid belonged to the category of immortal artifacts, which could be called extravagant.

Even Xuanyuan Weiyang and Yaoguang looked happy, with anticipation in their eyes.

Hua Mingxi waved her jade hand lightly, took out a clay altar from the Qiankun Ring, and placed it on the long desk in front of Ling Xiao, "Han'er, you will serve my son for me first."

Of course, from Ling Xiao's point of view, although it is elegant to become a saint through literature, it is difficult to achieve a great way.

Also, the entrance of this small hall was only a few feet in size, but it squeezed thousands of figures.

The rich aroma of wine wafted out, and a single strand of Qi made the faces of many Tianjiao present intoxicated, and there were signs of resonance in the spiritual energy around them.

In the end, Ling Xiao sat between Jin Han'er and Xuanyuan Weiyang, ignoring the flash of loss on Yaoguang's face.

At the same time, the contemporary Tianjiao is more and more afraid of the word Ling clan.

"Senior Brother Yang, shall we go?"

Although many people had long expected that the Holy Emperor Palace would not provoke the Ling Clan for a dead Tianjiao, this approach was quite surprising.

In such a place, people with luck are naturally indispensable.

Hey, sister! Just be patient! !

after all! !

"Could it be..."

Although he also yearns for this respect that everyone admires, he is not as superficial as everyone else.

"Don't worry! Go and get busy."

The rest of Shen Jingan, Nangong Biehe, and Xiang Kun were unlucky and not worth mentioning.

There is a spiritual mist flowing slowly, and the Taoist rhyme is at its peak.

Looking at Qingcang, the only one who can be treated with such courtesy by Hua Mingxi is the young master of the Jiezhudian, I am afraid that there is only the one from the Primordial Ling family left.

At this time, her figure was squeezed and pushed by countless people, and she was already on the verge of anger.

Before she knew it, Xia Zhimeng's original resistance to Ling Xiao had dissipated.

This person's name is Zhao Badou, who is only eight buckets tall, and the son of Wensheng Xiangong.

In this immortal way, we are fighting for words, and we are fighting for words. Is it possible that when you are fighting with people, you still want to sing a poem and kill a strong enemy?

Good luck! !

Even, compared to Yang Yuan, what she yearns for more is the qualification to be able to stand beside Ling Xiao!

But even so, everyone was still reluctant to leave, trying to witness the arrogance of the arrogant people outside this hall.

At the gate of the palace, there are still some young people crowding one place, watching the grand scene in the palace from a distance.

"Junior Sister Xia! Wait a minute. In the Wanjiao Banquet later, the Tiansheng Commercial Guild will auction some spiritual treasures. You forgot, I promised to buy you a gift..."

The body of Lord Shaoyang had already been taken away by the strongmen of the Holy Emperor Palace, but unexpectedly, the power inherited from the Great Emperor did not even let a fart, and returned to the sect in a disheartened night.

On the contrary, Wu Hongsi, the eldest princess of Shenwu, actually possessed nine thousand fortunes, the highest among the crowd.

Jin Han'er and the others looked at the two people walking side by side, and immediately got up and bowed down.

As long as I get the inheritance of the Wheel of Revolving Heaven, I will let you sit and eat at the next Wanjiao Banquet!

Can! !

Is it too hot?

"You don't even know him? I advise you to get out now, or you may have life-threatening worries later."

Otherwise, I don't know how many ghosts and ghosts there will be in this world.

Hua Mingxi smiled lightly and led Ling Xiao towards the front of the hall.

Invincible boy, invincible family.

even! !

This young man is a gentle and upright man!

The moment he finished speaking, he saw that the girl's face turned pale, and she seemed to... feel like vomiting?

As soon as these words came out, Qing Cang was in an uproar.

This immortal brew is good, but... it is important to live! !

The premise is not to provoke Gu Chaoci.

At this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Wanjiao Banquet, as the name suggests, is a grand event for the arrogance of the sky.

A proud girl or something will only become a stumbling block on this fairy road.

Beside him, Xia Zhimeng's pretty face was gloomy, and she said impatiently.

Everyone looked at the black-clothed, gentle-looking young man, with shock and surprise flashing in their eyes.

Yang Yuan looked sincere and looked at Xia Zhimeng affectionately.

But unfortunately, at this time, although there were Tianjiao in the hall with envious eyes, no one dared to express a trace of dissatisfaction.

Moreover, seeing the young man in black surrounded by beauties drinking and laughing in the hall, Xia Zhimeng felt an indescribable resentment in his heart.

Apart from this person, Wang Yan, one of the Twelve Masters of the Que Palace that day, also had a bit of luck, numbering 4,000, and a brute force that was called invincible by his peers.

Whether it was leading the Black Demon Guards into the Xiao Clan for the servants of the God Emperor, killing the young master of the Xiao Clan, or approaching the four god-tier dynasties, swearing to kill the demons to immortality, all of these young people of Qing Cang saw a brave man Righteousness, the peerless son who dares to love and hate.

Ling Xiao, on the other hand, glanced at the drink in the glass in surprise, and the smile on his face became stronger.

"Who is this young man? How could Fairy Hua show such a humble attitude."

Even if Princess Shenwu, the son of Wensheng Immortal Palace came here, Hua Mingxi did not take the initiative to greet her.

"As expected of the young master Ling Xiao, such an immortal rhyme is really a bit of a human emperor."

"Yeah! It's a pity that no matter how gentle the young master's character is, it will not be my turn to wait... Look at that Hua Mingxi, he is about to send his body to the young master's arms."

It stands to reason that she has been planted with a soul imprint by Ling Xiao, and she can be regarded as a servant of the son.

In the crowd, there were bursts of shock.

certainly!

Suddenly, a look of eagerness began to appear on everyone's faces. Some of them were proud women, who had already taken out small mirrors from their arms, dressed up carefully, and wanted to walk towards Ling Xiao.

These people are either humble, born from a small clan, or have a low cultivation base and are not even qualified to enter the temple.