C86 Poetry feast

Boom!

Ten days later, in the courtyard behind the Cyan Robe Pavilion, one strong and one thin, the two bodies quickly started to hedge, and the fists that were encircled by Profound Qi suddenly collided with the body, causing the two people to simultaneously fly backwards.

"Ha ha!"

Xiao Lang laughed out loud: "The strength of over 90 tigers, Xiao Dao, you're improving at an incredible speed! Continue working hard, you'll definitely be able to break through your War General Stage before the Spirit Soul Festival! "

Xiao Dao scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "I am still far from you!" Brother, how much strength have you reached now? "

The best way to determine one's realm in the Warrior s was to directly use the Profound Qi to test one's strength without using any martial skills. The War Master Realm possessed the strength of ten to ninety-nine tigers, and War General Stage Realm possessed the strength of one hundred to one thousand tigers.

Just now, Xiao Lang had used the strength of ninety tigers to clash with the blade, but in the end, he was sent flying one meter further than the blade. Obviously, the blade's strength had already reached ninety tigers, so as long as he broke through the strength of a hundred tigers, he could reach War General Stage.

Qian Xun, who was at the side, also asked curiously, "That's right, young master. You have almost been at the Xiao family for a month.

Xiao Lang rubbed his nose and said, "Hehe, I think I have made some progress. Before the Divine Soul Festival, reaching the middle level of the warlord level should not be a problem, but now, I am almost at the strength of 200 tigers. Hehe!"

"Over two hundred tigers …"

Qian Xun and the two guards smacked their lips together, while Xiao Dao grinned happily. This master's cultivation speed is indeed abnormal. At Medicine King City, he only had the strength of a hundred tigers. In less than a month's time, he had almost reached the strength of three hundred tigers.

Of course, Qian Xun and the others knew that if Xiao Lang were to continue to stay in the Medicine King City, his cultivation would definitely not be this fast.

Xiao Lang did not pursue this matter. Instead, he turned to Qian Xun and asked: "Qian Xun, do you have any way to send a message to Eighth Master?"

Qian Xun immediately said: "That is easy, Young Master, please give me your instructions."

"En, you send word to ask about Liu Ya's situation, and also ask for Eighth Master to tell him a message. I will head over to the Medicine King City after the Spirit Soul Festival!"

While he was speaking, the image of the charming and enchanting woman appeared in Xiao Lang's mind. Towards Liu Ya, he did not have any deep feelings. It was not because she was the most famous woman in the Medicine King City in the past, nor was it because of her pitiful and lamentable story. He chose to accept her, perhaps because he was touched by her heart at some point.

Since he accepted her, Xiao Lang had already treated her as his own woman and subconsciously had to take responsibility for her. Xiao Lang had no time to bother with her after returning to the Xiao Family. He could only wait until the Divine Soul Festival, awaken a powerful divine soul, and stabilize his position in the family.

Qian Xun immediately went to take care of things. Xiao Lang was prepared to continue his cultivation, but Old Master Chan walked over and reminded him with a smile, "Young master, you will be participating in the banquet later.

"Banquet?"

For the past ten days, Xiao Lang trained crazily every day, and had forgotten about this matter. Now that Old Master Chan had reminded him, he knew that tonight was Princess Zi Shan's poetry feast.

"Un, Xiao Dao, go back to your cultivation. Tell Aunt that I won't be coming back for dinner!"

Xiao Lang followed Old Master Chan and left. After taking a bath, Old Master Chan brought a few maids in to dress Xiao Lang up.

"This again …" Old Master Chan, can't I wear my usual clothes? "

Seeing the beautiful gown in the Old Master Chan's hands, Xiao Lang's face turned green, this robe, once he had worn it, was to accompany Xiao Busi to participate in the palace banquet, it made him very uncomfortable all over. It felt like a person who was used to wearing cowboy T-shirts in his previous life would suddenly have to wear a suit and tie for you …

Old Master Chan also laughed bitterly, "This is a rather high class banquet. Young Noble, to a certain extent, you represent the face of the Xiao Family, so …"

"Alright!"

Xiao Lang laughed bitterly, allowing two medium beauty maids to help him do his work. He wore a gorgeous robe, boots, and even had to tie his waist, and wore a jade scented bag. After that, he started to send out orders for Xiao Lang. This kind of round already took most of an hour, and when he was about to wipe the powder off Xiao Lang's face and draw his eyebrows, Xiao Lang directly went berserk …

"Alright, alright, you can dress like this in the future when you attend the banquet!"

The Old Master Chan hastily tried to smooth things over. He knew that if this continued, Xiao Lang would never cooperate again. Looking at Xiao Lang's dressing, he nodded his head in satisfaction and laughed: "Young Noble, you are much more handsome than before, tonight countless young miss will definitely be moved, haha!"

A row of black lines appeared on Xiao Lang's forehead. Why are men so handsome?

All the men in the competition grounds were extremely handsome, was there any use? He was still a plaything to become a noble woman. He always believed that only men had the temperament and charisma of men. For example, Xiao Futu and the others, only men like him would have charisma.

Qian Xun and the two guards sat on the luxurious horse carriage and followed along. This time they were travelling alone, so Xiao Lang's mood also became incomparably relaxed. Along the way, he directly opened the curtain and admired the imperial city's night sky.

As one of the largest cities in the Millennium Ancient City, the imperial city was very old and incomparably prosperous. With its wide streets, neat blue stone buildings, and endless stream of people and horses, everyone was able to witness the vicissitudes of life within the ancient city.

"Young Master, this is Yu Fei Road, the name given by the sixth emperor to commemorate a concubine. "This path leads directly to the imperial palace. The great manor before us is the residence of one of the ten great clans of the He clan …"

On the way, a guard continued to introduce the carriage to Xiao Lang, who also had a basic understanding of the capital.

The imperial city was truly huge. The Yu Fei Road stretched for tens of miles through the north and south parts of the imperial city. There were six similar roads. As for the other streets, there were at least a few hundred alleys. There were hundreds of thousands of large and small buildings within the city. The palace was in the center of the capital, and there were ten large clans within the city. Each and every one of them was several times larger than the Huo Family.

The Four Great Aristocratic Families s were all not within the city. The Xiao family's were outside the North City, the Zuo Family s were in the west, the Dongfang Family s were in the west, and the most mysterious Ni Family s were outside the east city. The four noble families were like four loyal guards, protecting this ancient city for a thousand years.

We have arrived at the palace!

Without Xiao Busi to lead the way, the carriage had to stop and be inspected.

Xiao Lang got Qian Xun to pass over the invitation card to him, but he was looking through the window at the towering palace wall that was tens of metres tall.

The guard checked the invitation card and Xiao Lang's order badge, he then cupped his hands and bowed to Xiao Lang: "Greetings Young Master Lang, please!"

Xiao Lang opened the curtain in front and nodded his head. The carriage slowly moved forward and entered the most powerful palace in the empire.

Just like the palace gate that was as deep as the sea, Xiao Lang was now a passerby!

Xiao Lang looked out of the window at the luxurious and imposing courtyard, and sighed at the fickleness of the world. Not long ago, he was a young master of a small city like Situ Zhantian, who had forced himself to flee throughout the mountains, yet today, he walked into the palace alone.

He did not become arrogant because of the change in his status, but instead became even more determined to become a powerful expert.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest. This world was even more cruel than his previous life. If he wanted to obtain more, he would have to pay even more.