Venerable Yuan

On the square, an ancient mottled black pen was inserted into the ground. At this time, on top of the black pen, a young figure stood on the pen.

That figure, with a slender body and a face as deep as a deep pool, made no waves, but the moment it appeared, it directly detonated the manor where dragons and snakes were mixed.

All forces from all sides erupted into an uproar at this time.

"Is this Zhou Yuan who killed the two chiefs of the Holy Palace?!"

"Listening to what you said before, you should be right!"

"The real owner finally shows up!"

"It's interesting. You show up when you show up, and you dare to provoke Zhao Jing of the Holy Palace like this. Do you really think he is a vegetarian?"

"There's really something good to watch today!"

"..."

Countless voices sounded from all directions in the manor, and immediately after, many figures rose from the sky, and overwhelming figures fell around the square.

Originally they were just secretly observing the confrontation between Cangxuan Sect and the Holy Palace, but now, with Zhou Yuan's appearance, they knew that today's situation was really going to get exciting, so they planned to get closer. , watch a good show.

But no matter what, the manor became boiling the moment Zhou Yuan appeared.

And on the top floor of the pavilion near the square.

The men and horses of the four huge sects were also startled by Zhou Yuan's appearance, and then there was an uproar in the building.

"I said before that if Zhou Yuan is here, he will definitely show up." Zuoqiu Qingyu glanced at Chief Liu Fu of Tiangui Mansion with his seductive eyes and said with a faint smile.

On the side of Wenjian Sect, the blind man also stood up and came to the window. Although he could not see, his perception was sharper than ordinary people. He looked in the direction of the square.

He could clearly feel the familiar Origin Qi fluctuations.

"Zhou Yuan..." Lu Chunjun's usually expressionless face seemed to move, and he whispered to himself: "You have indeed become very strong."

Ning Zhan from the Dragon Palace in Beiming Town also came over. He clenched his fists together and stared at the figure below, his eyes full of fanatical war-hungry. He said, "I really want to fight this guy again." .”

Zhen Xu made no move, but the coldness in his eyes that shone at that moment quietly faded away.

In the Tiangui Mansion, the rules are strict, and there are many intrigues. If you are not careful, you will be trampled on. In less than two years, Zhenxu has defeated many people in this Tiangui Mansion, and his methods are terrible. Called cruel.

This also made Zhenxu look even more gloomy in the past two years.

However, when he saw that figure now, the coldness in his eyes was just a little lighter. Compared with this cold Tiangui Mansion, the encounter with Zhou Yuan in the Holy Relics Land left a lingering feeling in his cold heart. I felt something different.

At the very least, he could feel a kind of trust in Zhou Yuan, unlike in this ghost mansion where everyone had different faces.

Chief Liu Fu of Tiangui Mansion glanced at the figure in the square, then glanced at Zuoqiu Qingyu, and said: "He is really brave, but he is also young and frivolous. In such a situation, when he showed up, the Holy Palace Today, it is even more impossible to let him go."

The other chiefs present also nodded slightly. Zhou Yuan had killed the two chiefs of the Holy Palace. This grudge was deep. Now that he has shown his face, the Holy Palace will definitely not show mercy.

The female chief of Baihua Immortal Palace also frowned slightly, looked at Zuoqiu Qingyu, and sighed in a low voice: "He really shouldn't show up. If he shows up, the Holy Palace will keep a close eye on him."

Zuoqiu Qingyu said calmly: "You don't know him. Since he will show up, it shows that he is not afraid of the chiefs of the Holy Palace."

The female chief shook her head and said: "He can kill Fan Yao, so he must have some strength, but Zhao Jing is a stronger being than Fan Yao!"

The positions of the top ten chiefs of the Holy Palace are all obtained through hard work. Zhao Jing has been able to stabilize Fan Yao for so many years. It is self-evident how strong he is.

Perhaps, at this time, the Holy Palace was eager for Zhou Yuan to appear, and then Zhao Jing would take action to defeat Zhou Yuan like a beast and restore the lost face of their Holy Palace.

Zuoqiu Qingyu didn't say much. He looked at the slender figure on the square with his peach-like eyes. Ever since they met, that person has never disappointed anyone.

Although she also knew that Zhao Jing must be very strong, she still had confidence in Zhou Yuan.

...

"Zhou Yuan?!"

In the square, Tang Muxin and the others also saw Zhou Yuan who appeared at this time, and they couldn't help being surprised. Obviously, the latter's appearance was somewhat beyond their expectations.

"Zhou Yuan, it doesn't matter since you're here, let Chief Xie Yan give him a try first." Tang Muxin said, although she also knew that Zhou Yuan should not be weak now, but Xie Yan might be more stable.

Zhou Yuan first clasped his fists at them, then turned his eyes to Xie Yan, remained silent for a moment, and said: "Senior brother Xie Yan is indeed not weak in strength, but I'm afraid I won't be able to get any benefits from the other party."

Xie Yan was startled when he heard this, but he did not refute because he felt the same way.

"Zhou Yuan, stop pretending here!" Baili Che couldn't help but snorted coldly: "At this time, stop thinking about being in the limelight. If you lose here, it will embarrass all of us. !”

Zhou Yuan smiled, ignored him, just stared at Tang Muxin and said, "Senior Sister Tang, since this matter started with me, I should naturally end it."

Tang Muxin's eyes met with his. The latter's expression was serious and there was no sign of any force. So after a while, she nodded slightly and said, "If you are confident, then it's up to you."

"Senior Sister Tang." Baili Che frowned.

Tang Muxin waved her hand to stop his words, so Baili Che could only take back what he said and glanced at Zhou Yuan rather unhappily.

Seeing this, Zhou Yuan hugged Tang Muxin.

Xie Yan retreated slowly.

So, under the gaze of countless eyes, Zhou Yuan's figure slowly fell to the ground, holding the mottled black pen in his palm, and with a slight shake, the ground cracked.

The black pen swept across, and the white hair on the pen tip gradually gathered, forming a bud-like pen tip, with flowing light and unrivaled sharpness.

Zhou Yuan held a black pen and pointed the tip of the pen diagonally at the ground. He raised his head and looked at the black mass of Holy Palace disciples opposite, and finally his eyes stopped on Huo Tian and Zhao Jing.

At this time, the two people were also staring at him with either deep or fierce eyes.

However, Zhou Yuan was not intimidated by the looks in their eyes. Instead, he smiled lightly, raised the tip of his pen with a calm face, and pointed it straight at the two of them.

"Cangxuan Sect Zhou Yuan..."

"Which of the chiefs of the Holy Palace is going to give me advice?"

(Updated today.)