"So, what do you mean?"
Lord Liu looked at Lord Jiangmen and still didn't understand what he meant.
The Jiangmen leader continued: "the holy palace entertains the world at this time. If we don't go, I'm afraid the holy palace will have a grudge. Even if the holy palace won't lose face and settle accounts in the autumn, it's easy to make a trip secretly.
Moreover, even if the holy palace doesn't mind, it's inevitable that other sects will start with small sects like us in order to please the holy palace. The holy palace won't say anything. "
At this time, a voice came from another tea table and said, "therefore, this is our dilemma. If we go, we are afraid of great disaster. If we don't go, we will dissatisfy the holy palace."
Liu sect leader heard the speech and looked at it. He saw that the speaker was a young childe, dressed in white, with sword eyebrows and stars, but he was a little elegant.
However, he felt the mysterious power in the young childe's body. Although he couldn't see his cultivation, he didn't dare to underestimate it.
There was a folding fan on the tea table in front of the young man. They couldn't imagine who the young man was.
However, there are many practitioners in the cultivation world, but it is impossible for everyone to know.
"Oh, what's your opinion?"
Sect leader Liu didn't ask about the youth's taboo Xianshan. It was just a chance meeting and chatting. There's no need to know this. It's bad to ask.
The young man picked up the folding fan, patted the fan bone in the palm of his hand, and said softly, "find a restaurant, simply find a restaurant, invite friends, live and dream of death. It's your business to get married. I'm drunk. If I miss the hour, I won't offend both sides."
The Jiangmen leader thought for a while, but it seemed a little inappropriate. He asked, "this is a good way, but we have come all the way here. If we do this, it's not appropriate not to go and have a look?"
The young man sniffed and said, "it's not appropriate? It's appropriate for small fish like us to join in the immortal fight?"
Master Liu said, "I think it's better to go and see it at that time. We don't join in or go to the holy mountain. Just look at it at the foot of the mountain and wait for the opportunity!"
"What's your bad idea? You're waiting for an opportunity. You're a fool to be a holy palace? It's not so easy to be a wall grass.
Moreover, even if you don't move, you can't get close. Just sit on the wall and watch. Can the holy palace let you go afterwards? " The young man shook his head, put a spirit stone on the tea table and walked outside the teahouse.
There are many hesitant people like them. Whether to go or not has become the most difficult choice for giants of all parties.
"Are you all ready, gentlemen?"
In Qinglian sword sect, Miaoyin sits on Qinglian throne in a white dress in Qinglian peak hall, but at this time, she looks a little solemn.
The magic method saluted Miaoyin and said, "master, each peak is ready. Pills, Lingbao and armor have been distributed to each peak. You can go to the central region at any time."
When Li Xiaoyao went back and told them that she was in Liuxian sect, she returned to Qinglian sword sect.
After leaving Liuxian sect, Qinglian sword sect still has many things to deal with, but she can't leave Liuxian sect to wait.
Li Xiaoyao also felt uneasy to let her go back, but fortunately, there was sea and sky wind together, so there was no more obstruction.
After the magic method answered Qinglian sword sect, he knew what happened in Qinglian sword sect. He was very angry that these forces waved butcher knives to the sect in order to enter the evil domain.
Just at this time, we got the news released by Yun shisan in the central region, and the whole army of Qinglian sword sect was ready to go.
The magic method is to help Miaozhu take out all the useful details of Qinglian sword sect and assign combat readiness to each peak.
Miaoyin nodded slightly and said solemnly, "OK, start when you are ready. We will go to the central region early tomorrow morning. We don't have many people from Qinglian sword. I hope to use the power of the whole sect to kill the holy palace with Shaozu.
However, here, I would also like to remind you that there must be sacrifices in battle. If someone flinches, he can leave Qinglian sword sect before tomorrow morning.
If not, go to the central region together. We don't want people like Miao Jing to exist. "
At the same time, many sects are gathering, such as Tianfu sect, Danxia sect, Tianshan sect, Liuxian sect, and even hanyue palace, and the sword Pavilion is moving.
At the same time, in the holy palace, the place where the son lives, the holy Hong hall, the hall of the son, is naturally not bad. This palace, the palace that lives alone, is also very large.
Outside the hall is a courtyard, in which there are small bridges, flowing water and fragrant spiritual flowers. It is carefully taken care of and orderly.
The key is that the courtyard is full of vitality. In the holy palace, in addition to the holy heaven palace where the LORD lives, there are also places where some important elders and elders live. The holy Hong hall, which belongs to the son, has the most abundant vitality.
Even the holy heart temple, as the power center of the holy palace, does not have such abundant aura. After all, although the holy heart temple is the power center of the whole holy palace, it is only a place to deal with the affairs of the holy palace and discuss the important matters in the door.
The Shenghong hall where the Holy Son is located has a aura like fog and haze, and there is a faint image of dragons and tigers. This aura is almost solidified and imaged. Even some small caves may not be able to do so.
The environment is indeed a rare blessing, but it seems that the host here is not in a good mood.
The two attendants outside the hall were trembling and stood carefully outside the door, afraid to leave or enter.
"Bang..."
Suddenly, a heavy blow came from the hall.
However, Ao Lingyun slapped heavily on the desk in front of him, which made one of the tea lamps jump up. When the white jade cover fell back, it was shocked and fell from the tea lamp.
The lid of the tea cup rolled twice on the desk made of unknown material and fell to the ground, making a close contact with the hard Golden Jade floor.
However, this intimate contact seemed to be overestimated. It was like an egg hitting a stone. With the sound of "bang", the cover burst like an ice flower and broke to the ground.
At this time, two young men in purple robes kneeling on the ground have been working under the son for a long time, and have never seen the Lord's anger like this.
As a result, when the lid was broken, some debris splashed on the face and did not dare to make any action. They who had followed the son since childhood understood that their master usually seemed kind, but actually cruel and cruel.
They worked for the son and helped him deal with some rare things. They deeply knew that the master was a hypocrite. At this time, the son was angry and dared not make any action.
"Well, very well. Do these people think I'm a noble palace, a supreme immortal gate, and can't fight him?"
Ao Lingyun's face was ferocious. Just now, the two reported that those who wanted to come to the holy palace to attend the wedding banquet stood still. Only because Yun 13 released, those who went to the holy palace were enemies.
This made his atmosphere endless. Can't the son of the holy palace compare with a cloud 13?
The holy palace is the supreme immortal gate. The ox ear of the immortal world stands at the top of the immortal world.
And he, the son of the holy palace, the future heir of the holy palace, entertained the world on the wedding day, but no one came. Where does this face go?
It's just that some casual practitioners don't come. It's nothing if some small sects don't come. After all, Yun shisan also has some means. It's reasonable to worry that he will retaliate.
However, those two-level sects and one-level sects also stood still, and even those immortal sects did not come. How could he not be angry?
He was the son of the holy palace, and behind him was the whole holy palace. However, between him and Yun 13, these people chose Yun 13.
Whether they are afraid of Yun 13 or don't want to get into trouble, if these people don't come, they are choosing Yun 13. Why does this embarrass him?
What is he?
Can a man of one rank be compared with the son of the holy palace?
The decision of these people is undoubtedly to tell him that they are optimistic about cloud 13, not your son.
"Do they really think that only cloud 13 can hit my holy palace? Or that if my holy palace is so unpopular, it will be destroyed by cloud 13?"
The Holy Son's anger is rolling in his heart. When can a person who comes out of the door of a pinzong frighten the world with a word? He is as afraid of him as a tiger?
The supreme immortal gate of the holy palace, no matter its strength or inside information, is not comparable to a one-level sect gate. The face of the supreme sect gate is not as good as his thirteen words?
Cloud's 13th sentence can make people afraid. Is he so not valued by people, or are these people ready to see jokes?
He asked himself that there is nothing better than Yun 13. In terms of his own strength, yes, he is lacking, but so what?
He is the son of God. The whole holy palace is his backing. He is a supreme immortal gate. He asked himself that he can crush cloud 13 in any aspect.
However, the current situation made him feel a great shame, that is, a shame he had never had before, which made him angry.
Facing the angry Ao Lingyun, the two kneeling on the ground looked down at the golden and jade floor on the ground. It seemed that they were fascinated. They had never watched the floor trampled by them so carefully.
At this time, I found that the Golden Jade floor is so beautiful, and each texture on it is so attractive. Even more, there is an illusion. If I look at it like this, I may be able to understand the supreme magic power from these textures.
They can only be so narcissistic, because they have knelt for two hours. Although their cultivation is good, they dare not use Xuanli at this time. They feel that their feet are numb.
At this time, Huang Yuxiang, dressed in a red skirt and wearing a phoenix crown, came out from behind the screen. With a graceful posture, she walked lightly and gently to Ao Lingyun.
The jade hand lifted gently and comforted Ao Lingyun with tenderness like water. The red lips opened gently and said in a voice like a yellow warbler out of the valley: "the holy son doesn't have to be so, it's not worth it!"
Ao Lingyun turned his head and saw a smiling Huang Yuxiang trying to suppress his anger.
However, even if the gentle jade hands kept comforting him behind his back, even looking at his face like a delicate rose, his anger was hard to calm.