World Wide Martial Art

A golden water dragon that is more than ten feet long stretches across the sea, covered in purple armor, and its broad back carries a gleaming palace, reflecting brilliant light in the sun. Situ

"Aolai Hai, Young Master of Silver Dragon Palace, come to pay your respects!"

Accompanied by a loud golden sound, two teams of soldiers wearing purple armor quickly lined up in the sea.

Roar!

The water dragon looked up to the sky and roared. The roar shook hundreds of miles and could be heard from a long distance away...

The waves rolled and the brilliance shone.

There are dozens of warships of various sizes surrounding the water dragon. Each one is ten feet long and extremely luxurious. There are no less than hundreds of runes just for decoration.

In comparison, the elegance presented by the Palace of Eternal Life is not so conspicuous.

Wow!

In less than a moment of tea, the soldiers of the Silver Dragon Palace swarmed in front of the White Jade Bridge. The curtains of the palace were lifted, and a man in purple stepped out first.

This man's black hair is like a waterfall, falling down the back of his head, he has phoenix eyes and sword-shaped eyebrows, a nose like a hanging gallbladder, nine dragons intersect on his chest, brocade-trimmed cuffs, and a trident of the same purple color in his hand.

This man in purple is... the young master of Silver Dragon Palace, Ao Feibai.

Among the thousands of water tribe warriors, he stood out like a flock of chickens and stood out. However, his eyes fell on the water tribe of Changsheng Palace, but they were full of disdain. When he saw the eight elders, a dignified and slightly serious look flashed in his eyes. Count the points.

Ao Feibai's appearance immediately caused many women from the water tribe to scream, and most of them had a look of jealousy on their faces.

"You have oily hair and powdered noodles. You don't look like a man at all. Damn!"

"Silver Dragon Palace...could it be that they are just some guys who are fancy but useless? Unlike me, the man from the Palace of Eternal Life, he is a real pure man!"

There were also some voices of disgust in the crowd. After all, not everyone was interested in sissies.

"Hehe... If you can't eat the grapes, you will say the grapes are sour. This Highness Ao Shaobai is much better than the human boy that Princess Wu Ji likes."

"That's right, he is handsome and super strong. In comparison, the slave family is more willing to make His Highness Shaobai become my consort in the Palace of Immortality."

"..."

Immediately, a group of nymphomaniac women spoke up to retort, causing many male warriors to look at each other angrily.

Of course Ao Feibai did not come alone. Behind him, there were three powerful warriors with noble demeanor and unfathomable cultivation. They were all dressed in gorgeous clothes, and their whole bodies were emitting waves of aura invisibly. Power.

"I have met the eight master uncles of Changsheng Palace."

Feeling the screams that came from time to time, Ao Feibai showed a slight smile on his lips, walked straight to the eighth elder and bowed lightly.

"Fellow Taoists, you are well."

The three people behind them also said hello to Tianwu Gan and others without any pain.

"Long time no see, Senior Nephew Ao is getting more energetic. Well, his cultivation has also improved. He has such strength at a young age. Senior Nephew Ao is worthy of being a rare genius among the younger generation of the Haihai Tribe. Elite.”

With a smile on Tianwu Gan's face, he led Ao Feibai and others into the main hall.

Wine was poured from gold bottles and delicacies were served on jade plates. A banquet had already been arranged in the palace. The four people from the Silver Dragon Palace were even more unceremonious and sat directly on the table. They didn't care at all about the anger flashing on the faces of the other elders of the Eternal Life Palace. meaning.

"Everyone, we are all members of the Aolaihai Tribe, so we might as well open the skylight and speak out."

"Suppressing the Haiyan riot is a matter for the Changsheng Palace. However, this riot is too dangerous, so we, the Silver Dragon Palace, have to help. Of course, our brothers must also settle the accounts, and we and the others can't run away like this in vain. One trip...so what is the reward...two places, just two, to help my Silver Dragon Palace disciples refine their muscles, this condition is not too much."

"It makes sense."

A middle-aged warrior on the left said in a loud voice.

The faces of the eight elders turned dark at the same time. As expected, they had guessed that the Silver Dragon Palace was really here for the famous ones, and there were only two of them opening their mouths.

The Sea Eye Riot only happens once every few hundred years, so every spot is extremely precious.

This is related to whether the next generation can rise. As long as they are not fools, no one will give in.

"Humph, I don't need you to worry about it. Although this Haiyan riot is more serious than the previous ones, I, the Changsheng Palace, have the power to suppress it without the help of others..."

"Master Nephew Ao, it's better to go back to Silver Dragon Palace."

Ao Cang, who had a displeased look on his face, waved his sleeves lightly and immediately issued an eviction order.

"Second Elder, what do you mean? I came here with good intentions, could it be that I wanted to see your cold face?"

Ao Feibai's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his long and narrow pupils narrowed into a single line.

As the young master of Silver Dragon Palace, he naturally did not take the elders of Changsheng Palace into his eyes.

Ao Feibai coveted Wu Ji's beauty. He came to Wu Ji several times to propose marriage, but was stopped by Ao Cang, which made him very unhappy.

He originally planned to propose marriage again during the Sea Eye Riot, but he received news last month that Ao Cang actually took Wu Ji to the territory of the thirteen human counties and recalled a consort, and... he was also a virtual waste. , Ao Feibai almost exploded his lungs with anger.

So after making some preparations, Ao Feibai took action in advance and came to the Palace of Eternal Life early.

He was really afraid that Wu Ji and Ye Feng would turn raw rice into cooked rice.

"I didn't invite you here..."

Elder Aocang turned his head and looked aside coldly, not giving him a good look at all.

Ao Fei snorted coldly and said in a cold voice: "Suppressing the Haiyan riot is a matter of concern to the three palaces, and the Changsheng Palace cannot control it. Of course, I, the Silver Dragon Palace, have to come forward. This is such a trivial matter, but I won't have to ask my father to come forward, right? "

Mentioning Ao Shuanglou, the expression of the Eight Elders changed again.

The Master of the Silver Dragon Palace has been in the Holy Realm for many years, and his cultivation is tyrannical. In the entire Aolaihai, only the Master of the Destruction Palace can defeat him. He is ruthless and ambitious, and his code of conduct only has eight words: Those who obey me will prosper, and those who rebel against me will prosper. Death.

No need to think too much, Ao Feibai came here most likely under the instruction of Ao Shuanglou, and the reason why he named the latter was just to threaten the eight elders.

"We are all members of our own family, so why bother making trouble."

The Great Elder laughed dryly and stood up. He said with a troubled look on his face: "Senior Nephew Ao, the two quotas... are indeed a bit too much. In this way, I have the final say. I, the Palace of Immortality... are willing to give up one of my quotas..."

"The Great Elder is still knowledgeable about things. Now that the Great Elder has opened his mouth, I, the Silver Dragon Palace, will naturally give you some mercy, just one by one."

Ao Feibai's face improved a little.

Immediately, as if he remembered something, he glanced at the main hall and his face sank again.

"Where is Princess Wu Ji?"

"Another reason why His Highness came to the Palace of Eternal Life is to propose marriage to Princess Wu Ji..."

Elder Aocang looked at Ao Feibai with a cold expression, and said coldly: "I'm afraid you are a step late. Princess Wu Ji has already summoned the prince's consort. Ao's nephew only wants to be the prince's prince consort. He can only wait for decades to let Wu Ji. The princess and Prince Consort Ye Feng have given birth to a little princess, and they will get married again..."

"Ha, haha... you mean? That human waste?"

Ao Feibai burst into arrogant laughter, "How can this human waste be so good? Can he become my water tribe's consort? Let him come out to pick him up. Your Highness would like to see this toad that wants to eat swan meat. How can you be so virtuous?”