Chapter 331

Everyone was quite surprised by the sword intent that suddenly appeared last night and passed away in a flash.

Lin Yun was surprised, even Elder Luo Feng's expression seemed a little dignified.

He was thoughtful, and it seemed that he had entered some kind of mysterious state unintentionally last night. In that state, the sword intent that burst out was far more terrifying than he expected.

Seeing others, he didn't ask himself what he meant. Lin Yun thought about it and didn't say much.

At the entrance of the island in front, there were crowds of people, and the servants of the Princess Mansion were very busy.

The middle-aged manager I met yesterday saw Lin Yun and his party with a smile on his face, took the initiative to greet him, and cupped his hands: "Elder Luo."

"Steward Hong, this is a small gift prepared by Lingxiao Sword Pavilion for Princess Fenghua."

Luo Feng smiled slightly, and Xin Jue next to him patted the storage bag, took out a golden box and handed it over.

The steward opened his eyes, his expression changed slightly, he handed the brocade box to the servant, and said with a smile: "This ceremony is not thin, the five-hundred-year-old Shuiyunguo, but any sect can take it out, a few attendants can take it out. I come."

He made a gesture and led several people to another entrance, avoiding the crowded crowd.

The entrance is a nine-bend wooden bridge built in the lake. It twists and turns, winding all the way to the islands in the lake.

After the steward left, Elder Luo stood on the wooden bridge and sighed softly: "Qiongtai Island, I haven't been on this Qiongtai Island for many years."

After a while, the Qiongtai Island mentioned by Elder Luo Feng appeared in everyone's sight. On the island, there is a square that is as white as jade, crystal clear, and glowing with a faint streamer.

This is the Qiongtai Hall, where the princess' birthday banquet is held.

A steady stream of people, in an endless stream, filed in, and took their seats according to the nameplate on the board.

There are also doorways in the arrangement of positions. The outer are the most common forces, the internal forces are the top sects of the Daqin Empire, and the core positions are the four detached sects and the imperial relatives of the imperial capital.

The seat order of High Heaven Sword Pavilion, even in the core position, is not very forward, it is placed at the back of the left hand, and the first position of the left hand is Qin Tian Academy.

On the opposite side, Demon Moon Villa is in the middle, with Xuantian Sect and Hunyuan Sect on the left and right.

"sit down."

Behind the long low table, Lin Yun and others sat around Luo Feng in turn.

As soon as he sat down, Wen Yanbo, the elder of Hunyuan Sect opposite, glanced at Elder Luo Feng provocatively, with a look of disdain in his eyes.

"Is that person Xin Jue? According to rumors, he has the strength comparable to that of the Eighth Young Master. If he hadn't missed the Dragon Gate Competition, his name would have been in the Eighth Master."

In the third sequence of Hunyuanmen, Yu Wenbo, who is also known as one of the four masters with Xin Yan and others, looked at Xin Jue and said softly.

In his senses, the aura on Xin Jue's body was very thick and a little unpredictable.

"It's just a rumor, but it's just a lost dog. I'll make him dare not think about it again."

The speaker was a blue-clothed youth, tall and burly and domineering, with a long gown that could not hold up his bulging muscles. Just looking at it, it gives people a lot of pressure, I am afraid that the Dragon Elephant Fighting Body Art has reached a very advanced level.

This person is Zhou Tai, the core disciple of Hunyuanmen, who is in the second order like Xin Jue, and has the qualifications to hit the top eight in the Dragon Gate Competition.

In the Dragon Gate competition at the end of the year, there is no doubt that he and Xin Jue will definitely be competitors, and naturally they are quite hostile to them.

Wen Yanbo smiled grimly and said: "After the banquet, Zhou Tai, you go to deal with Xin Jue, Yu Wenbo, you go to clean up Xin Yan's film, Zuo Yun deal with the new shit genius of High Heaven Sword Pavilion, this time I will Let the High Heaven Sword Pavilion be swept away by life!"

"Elder Wen, that Xinyan is up to me, I don't need Senior Brother Yuwen."

A young man in purple with a cultivation base of eighth-level Xuanwu in Hunyuan Sect said quite confidently.

In his princess banquet this time, his goal was to challenge her to become one of the top four masters of the third sequence, and to become famous in one fell swoop.

Between the words of the few people, High Heaven Sword Pavilion was not taken seriously, only Zuo Yun did not speak, and was slightly silent.

There was a flash of anger on Luo Feng's face, these people from the Primordial Sect were really defiant.

Although the voice of the other party was small, all the people present had the cultivation base of the Xuanwu Realm, and all of them could hear it clearly. Seeing the rather playful expressions on the faces of other sect elders and disciples, Wen Yanbo obviously did it on purpose.

At the same time, worry flashed in my heart, if it was true as the other party said, all High Heaven Sword Pavilion would be defeated.

Today, I am afraid that he will be disgraced. After returning, he will not be able to explain to Protector Mei. Bai Ting, who has always been against him, will definitely not miss this opportunity and fall into the trap.

You can lose to anyone in the future, but you must not lose to the people from the Primordial Sect!

As time passed, everyone toasted and drank, and the guests in the hall gradually filled up.

the end.

Rising up in the hall, a bloody and sturdy murderous aura rose, a group of people stood tall and straight, without looking sideways, all their battle armor, stepped into the core area of ​​​​the hall.

"It's a man of God's plan!"

In the voice of surprise, someone quickly recognized the origin of these young people, who were the young leaders trained in the army by the Imperial Capital's Shence Camp. Unlike Zongmen, the elites cultivated by the Shence Camp focus on actual combat and bloodshed, and they all have the experience of fighting on the battlefield.

Each of them has at least a thousand lives in their hands, and the terrifying murderous aura is cultivated by this.

The leader is a man and a woman. The man is tall and straight, and his handsome features are tough with a soldier. This person Lin Yun did not know, but the woman next to him was quite familiar to him.

Liuyue...

It was a bit unexpected, but on second thought, she was the beloved daughter of the great commander of the Shence Camp, and it seemed strange that she didn't come with this group of people.

"There are still masters in the Shence camp. The Eighth Master's son Guan Shan came from the Shence camp."

"The leading young man is named Yue Qing, and it is said that Shence Camp wants to train him to become the second son of Guan Shan."

"This Yue Qing doesn't look very old. Three years later, it is really possible that the Dragon Gate Grand Competition will become the second Guan Shan son."

As soon as these maverick disciples of Shence Camp appeared, they caused a lot of noise, which was very eye-catching.

When she was about to pass through Elder Luo Feng, Liu Yue was still a little conscious and bowed to Elder Luo Feng.

Just looking at Lin Yun, it seemed a little unkind, and sneered: "A sword slave can sit in the core position in a grand manner, and he is not afraid of losing the face of the High Heaven Sword Pavilion..."

She had a deep grievance with Lin Yun. She tried to retrieve the scene several times but failed, and she was very angry.

Right now, the people who rely on the gods behind him are also fearless, and they will expose Lin Yun's old bottom in public.

It's just that she obviously underestimated the other party. In Lin Yun's state of mind, these words could not cause any waves to him. A pair of star-like bright eyes, full of indifference, did not look at her.

Sword slave?

Once indeed a sword slave, he never shied away from his background, and he never felt inferior.

"It turned out to be a sword slave... I was surprised before. The mark between his eyebrows was a little familiar. But when I thought of it as a disciple of High Heaven Sword Pavilion, I didn't think much about it, it was just a special sign."

"Interesting, High Heaven Sword Pavilion really dares to bring anyone, and I don't care what the occasion is."

"Princess Fenghua brought a sword slave to her birthday party. It seems that there is no one in the High Heaven Sword Pavilion...hehe."

In the world of martial arts, the decorations on the faces of warriors are rare but normal. Before, everyone didn't think much about the purple mark on Lin Yun's eyebrows.

At this moment, being told by Liu Yue in public, it caused a lot of uproar, and seeing Lin Yun's expression seemed a little weird.

"This kid turned out to be a sword slave."

Cao Jie from Qin Tian Academy smiled coldly, "Most of Qin Tian Academy are children of aristocratic families, and he came from a poor family, so he was quite inferior.

But he didn't expect that Lin Yun's background was lower than his own, and an unknown pleasure flashed in his heart.

It seems that he has already beaten him before they fight.

Not only him, but many disciples of Demon Moon Villa, Xuantian Sect, and Primordial Sect, after a little stunned, mocking expressions flashed across their faces.

These people, no matter how low their origins, would not be slaves.

A slave for one day, but a seal for life and ridicule.

A flash of color flashed in Liu Yue's eyes, such a situation was exactly the effect she wanted.

Unfortunately, when he saw Lin Yun's calm face, a deep disappointment flashed in his heart, which soon turned into anger.

Let you pretend, and see how you pretend when Yue Qing steps on you!

The smile on Elder Luo Feng's face condensed on the spot, and his face instantly fell, and he snorted coldly: "It's not your turn to talk about the matter of High Heaven Sword Pavilion. After this matter, I will report to Protector Mei. I propose to expel you from the Jiange Pill Hall."

It can be seen that Elder Luo Feng is really angry. When facing the provocation of Hunyuanmen, his face is not so gloomy.

"Let's chase it away, High Heaven Sword Pavilion can't protect you, Shence Camp will definitely stand up for you, Miss, let's go first."

Yue Qing glanced at Lin Yun with murderous intent, and led a group of people to quickly sit down and sit on the seat.

"Little Junior Brother, what did you stop me doing just now? I ripped this bitch's mouth open and made her talk nonsense."

Anger flashed in Xinyan's eyes, and she felt a little wronged. Just now, Lin Yun held her hand secretly, preventing her from getting up.

"It can't be in the future. It's someone who talks about me, so you can tear his mouth apart. Let her say it. The sword in my hand will not lose its edge because of her words."

Lin Yun put down the wine glass, and behind the wind and clouds was a heart of Xiangjian that was not stained with dust.

The world slandered me, insulted me and laughed at me, but so what?

There is always a sword that will not lose the pride and blood in my heart, nor the ambition of Lingyun in my heart. That's enough.

Click!

The Yumen in the main hall was suddenly pushed open, and a group of people came out, and the main party of the banquet appeared.

However, the person who came out first was not Princess Fenghua, but a big man who no one had expected in advance. As soon as he appeared, there was no sound of clamor in the audience.