Chapter Seven Hundred and Fiftieth IX Prestige Gradually Spread Far and Wide

at the same time.

Motian Pavilion, East Pavilion.

Luzhou is in a state of cultivation.

At this time, a voice came from outside the door.

"Senior Lu, the master of the Jiuzhong Palace, Sikong, replied, he said that he will come to visit another day." Xia Changqiu said.

"understood."

Luzhou's response was simple.

Xia Changqiu was convinced, and Lu Zhou was the only one who dared to treat Sikong Beichen with this attitude.

With such a character sitting in Qianliuguan, who would dare to provoke Qianliuguan?

"Senior Lu, Feixingzhai Yezhen went to the Jiuzhong Palace, I'm afraid he was prepared to go. You, are you really not going?"

The two have reached a cooperation, if they don't go, are they still allies?

"If even Feixingzhai can't settle it, Sikong Beichen is not worthy of being compared with this old man."

Lu Zhou's voice was as calm as ever.

Xia Changqiu nodded: "Understood."

After speaking, Xia Changqiu turned and left.

Outside the Bieyuan, the disciples of Qianliu Temple sighed one after another. An elder squeezed up and said, "The spectator, pass on the matter of Feishu, or let me come, you are the spectator..."

"fart!"

Xia Changqiu interrupted him directly, "Do you think it's just such a trivial matter as passing Feishu? It's about the life and death of Qianliuguan, and you mustn't be careless. What kind of people are Senior Lu's contacts? Can afford it?"

The reprimands left the crowd speechless.

Xia Changqiu left with his hands behind his back.

in the room.

Lu Zhou folded his palms and closed his eyes.

At the same time, I was thinking, how to get back the memory crystal from Feixingzhai?

Go to the Jiuzhong Temple again,

Take the opportunity to take down Ye Zhen or Chen Tiandu?

Now is indeed a good opportunity.

Lu Zhou got up slowly and was about to set off for the Nine Layers Hall.

Xia Changqiu turned back with a look of panic, came to Bieyuan, bowed and said, "Senior Lu, it's not good."

"What's the fuss about?" Lu Zhou wondered.

"Meng Changdong is leading thousands of cultivators to the direction of Qianliu Mountain, and they will arrive in two hours." Xia Changqiu has spent all his time trying to survive over the years. Of course, he can learn about the movements of cultivators with such high fanfare.

Lu Zhou frowned slightly:

"The old man is a little underestimated by Feixingzhai, so we can do it both ways?"

This is bullying the old man without a clone technique?

There is Sikong Beichen in the Nine-fold Hall, plus the five chiefs, and the Nine-layer Hall is protected by a strong formation, so that there will be no major troubles.

Qianliuguan was different. Feixingzhai did this obviously because he wanted to put pressure on both sides at the same time to calm Qianliuguan.

Ye Zhen, there are indeed some means.

"Senior Lu, what should we do now?"

"No need to worry, this matter is handed over to this old man's two disciples." Lu Zhou said.

"Just as Senior Lu meant."

Xia Changqiu turned and left.

Lu Zhou sat down with his legs crossed, his face indifferent. Since that's the case, let's be tough.

...

Nine Halls.

The red bird pulled the chariot and suspended in front of the Nine Layers Hall.

After Ye Zhen passed the tone twice, seeing that no one came out to respond, he turned around and bowed in the carriage: "As I expected, none of these five people can make a difference."

An old, low voice sounded in the chariot: "Call again."

"Yes."

Ye Zhen turned to face the Jiuzhong Hall and said loudly, "Fei Xing Zhai Ye Zhen, please see Senior Sikong."

The sound was like thunder, much louder than before.

The Dao pattern above the Nine Layers Hall began to tremble slightly.

Finally, Yao Qingquan appeared in the Jiuzhong Hall, in front of the main entrance. He glanced angrily at Ye Zhen who was on the carriage, and then said, "Ye Zhen, is the Jiuzhong Hall where you go wild?"

Ye Zhen cupped his hands: "I'm sorry for the interruption."

No one knew what Ye Zhen was thinking.

Yao Qingquan is the leader of the five leaders today. When he saw Ye Zhen, he was also shocked. If he quarreled and yelled, Yao Qingquan would be happy, indicating that Ye Zhen's chest was only like this, but this person can bend and stretch, and he is destined to be a difficult person to deal with. .

"The hall master has a request."

After all, it was an appointment three days ago, and even if it was blocked, it wouldn't be too long.

In the carriage, the old man in a white robe and wrapped his head flew out, without looking at Yao Qingquan, he entered the area of ​​the Nine Layers Hall like lightning, and the disciples looked up and watched the old man fly towards the Nine Layers Holy Palace. go.

This is the master of Feixingzhai, Chen Tiandu.

Not long after, Chen Tiandu and Ye Zhen landed in front of the Nine Saint Palace.

The waitresses on both sides bowed.

Chen Tiandu entered the hall.

call!

A glass of wine flew in.

"I come."

Ye Zhen took the first step and raised his hand forward.

The slender five fingers pushed forward like a plantain fan.

The wine glass stopped in the air.

creak, creak...

The wine in the wine glass splashed out, and the water droplets instantly condensed into nails and flew forward.

shhhhhh!

When the ice nail flew back halfway, it seemed to hit a wall and evaporated away.

"You are Ye Zhen, who has been known as a genius of Feixingzhai over the years?" His voice was steady and majestic.

Ye Zhen bowed: "Ye Zhen, see Senior Sikong."

Shhhhhh.

The ice spikes swirled.

Ye Zhen was slightly angry and was about to raise his hand.

"Okay." Chen Tiandu said indifferently.

A warm heat wave rolled forward, instantly drying the ice nails.

"You old man, I haven't seen you for many years, and your cultivation has improved."

Chen Tiandu walked in slowly.

One coffee table, two futons, four maids, simple and elegant.

Sikong Beichen sat cross-legged across the coffee table and made a gesture of please.

Chen Tiandu staggered and appeared opposite Sikong Beichen. He raised his arms and the white cloak fell. Ye Zhen quickly stepped forward and put away his clothes.

Both of them had white temples and withered faces.

Chen Tiandu picked up the teacup, took a sip, raised his head and said, "I heard that Chen Beizheng died in your hands, how could I not come and take a look?"

Sikong Beichen was not surprised.

Instead, he showed a smile and shook his head gently: "You lifted me up."

"Oh?"

"Chen Beizheng is only a thousand years old... You and I are both in our twilight years, how did you kill him?" Sikong Beichen asked.

Chen Tiandu's eyes were bright and he said:

"Are you in such a hurry to put aside your responsibilities, afraid that the imperial court will ask for guilt?"

Sikong Beichen shook his head and said, "Chen Tiandu, if I really killed you, should I be happy that you came so far to die?"

Ye Zhen took a step forward.

Chen Tiandu raised his hand.

The first of the five appeared at the entrance of the Holy Palace.

As long as Sikong Beichen gives the order, the war will break out.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Ye Zhen smiled and said, "Since the master of the restaurant dares to come, he has naturally made all preparations."

Sikong Beichen glanced at Ye Zhen, then looked at Chen Tiandu again.

Chen Tiandu smiled and said calmly, "If you hadn't killed Chen Beizheng, who would have done it?"

Waiting is the question.

Sikong Beichen said in awe, "This senior's surname is Lu."

"land?"

Chen Tiandu and Ye Zhen searched their minds about the cultivator with the surname Lu at the same time, but there was no result. Among the people they knew, there was no super expert with the surname Lu.

"Senior Lu, you have opened up your destiny." Sikong Beichen said surprisingly.

Ps: Calvin is uncomfortable... It looks short, but I wrote it for seven or eight hours. Ask for a recommendation ticket and.