Chapter 1162： Tianjiao Qizhi

The main hall of the Commercial League, singing and dancing rise to peace.

There is aura and mist flowing slowly, and the rhyme of Taoism is prosperous.

At this time, Ling Xiao could see that all the utensils in the temple that contained the spirit fruit spirit liquid belonged to the category of immortal utensils, which could be called luxury.

Bright light Baohui, auspicious self-development.

"My son, please!"

Hua Mingxi smiled lightly and led Ling Xiao to the front of the hall.

"Who is this young man? He can actually make Fairy Flower show such a humble posture."

"You don't even know him? I advise you to get out now, otherwise you may be in danger of your life later."

"Is it impossible..."

In the crowd, there were shocks.

Everyone looked at the black-clothed, fairy-faced and gentle young man, and their eyes flashed with shock and surprise.

Looking at Qing Cang, those who can be treated with such politeness by Hua Mingxi, except for the young master of the realm master hall, there is only one of the Taigu Ling clan left.

after all!

Even if the Princess Shenwu and the son of Wenshengxian Palace were here, Hua Mingxi did not take the initiative to welcome her.

Suddenly, a touch of enthusiasm appeared on everyone's faces, and some of them had taken out small mirrors from their arms, dressed up carefully, and wanted to walk towards Ling Xiao.

In the past few days, almost everything Ling Xiao has done can be regarded as shaking Qing Cang.

Whether it is for the servants of the **** emperor to lead the Black Demon Guard into the Xiao Clan, to stab the young master of the Xiao Clan, or to visit the four great dynasties and swear to kill the gods to immortality, this young generation of Qing Cang sees a brave and righteous. A peerless son who dares to love and hate.

Unlike the young master of the realm master hall, although Ling Xiao's identity is also supreme, he... is not half-hearted and alienated, and is always in front of everyone, true and simple, and approachable.

certainly!

The premise is not to provoke Gu Chaoci.

The corpse of Lord Shaoyang had already been taken away by the Saint Emperor's Palace powerhouse, but unexpectedly, this power of the great emperor's inheritance did not even let go of a fart, and returned to the sect in a desperate manner overnight.

even!

According to the gossip, the Holy Emperor Palace Lord has personally ordered the seal of the sect and practice in retreat.

As soon as this remark came out, Qing Cang was in an uproar.

Although many people had expected that Saint Emperor Palace would probably not provoke the Ling clan for a dead Tianjiao, this approach was quite surprising.

At the same time, contemporary Tianjiao has become more and more afraid of the word Ling.

Invincible boy, invincible race.

Fortunately!

This boy is a gentle and upright person!

Otherwise, this Qingcang realm doesn't know how many ghosts and ghosts will have to die.

"The son!"

Jin Han'er and the others looked at the two people walking side by side, and immediately got up, bowed and bowed.

Even Xuanyuan Weiyang and Yao Guang looked happy, and there was expectation in their eyes.

In the end, Ling Xiao sat between Jin Han'er and Xuanyuan Weiyang, ignoring the flickering loss on Yaoguang's face.

At this moment, there seemed to be a smile at the corner of his mouth.

The Wanjiao Banquet, as the name suggests, is a grand gathering of the Qingtianjiao.

In such a place, luck is indispensable.

For example, sitting across from him at this moment was an ordinary but elegant young man in a black robe.

Eight thousand air luck, six grades of respect, literary sage and Taoism.

Regarding the Tianjiao who had descended from the heavenly city recently, Duan Ying had already found out and reported it to Ling Xiao.

This person's name is Zhao Badou. He is a talented person. He is the son of Wensheng Immortal Palace.

Of course, in Ling Xiao's view, although entering the sage by writing is elegant, it is difficult to make a great way.

This Xiantu fights for words, one word for word, one word for word.

Is it possible that when you fight with people, you still want to chant a poem to kill the powerful enemy?

Except for this person, Lijue Wangyan, one of the twelve must-sees in the Que Mansion that day, also had a bit of luck, four thousand, with a brute force claiming to be invincible of his peers.

The remaining Shen Jingan, Nangong Biehe, and Xiang Kun are unlucky and not worth mentioning.

On the contrary, the Shenwu eldest princess Wu Hongsi, who actually possessed nine thousand luck, was the highest among the people.

As Ling Xiao had previously expected, even though some famous contemporary arrogances came to banquets like this,...the evildoers who really stood tall in the blue sky were mostly those who had no other minds and would never come here to join in the fun.

"I heard that the son of the wedding, Ming Xi specially brought a jar of ten thousand year monkey fairy brew from the family. The son will taste it first, and I will come to accompany the son to get drunk...Fang Xiu later."

Hua Mingxi gently waved his jade hand and took out a clay altar from the Qiankun Ring and placed it on the long case in front of Ling Xiao, "Han'er, you will serve the son for me first."

"Don't worry! Go ahead and work."

Jin Han'er smiled charmingly, sealed the wine and opened it up, filling Ling Xiao with a cup of jade.

Although she was also curious at this time, why the always domineering Gu Chaoci didn't come with the son, but... just so, no one interrupted her to be happy with the son.

The rich aroma of wine wafted out, and a single breath of air made many Tianjiao's faces intoxicated, and there were some signs of resonance in the whole body's spiritual power.

However, Ling Xiao glanced at the drink in his glass with a bit of surprise, and the smile on his face grew thicker.

If this is the treatment of the Son of Destiny, I am afraid that someone will jump out and show his face again.

However, at this time, although there were Tianjiao in the temple with admiration, no one dared to express a trace of dissatisfaction.

This fairy brew is good, but...it’s important to live!

At the gate of the palace, there are still some young people crowded around, watching the grand scenery in the palace from a distance.

People like them are either humble and come from a small clan, or they have a low cultivation base and don't even have the qualifications to enter the temple.

But even so, everyone still didn't want to leave, and tried to be outside this temple and witnessed the arrogance of the blue sky with their own eyes.

In particular, Young Master Ling Xiao is now a model of immortality in the hearts of countless young people.

Someone took a look at the young master, and even waited in line here in the middle of the night.

"As expected to be Young Master Ling Xiao, such a fairy rhyme is really a bit of the emperor's power."

"Yeah! It's a pity that even if the young master's personality is gentle, it is not my turn to wait... You see that bright and beautiful, it's almost time to put the body in the young master's arms."

"It's not just Hua Mingxi, the proud girl next to the young master, who is not the white moonlight in the eyes of the world? But in front of the young master, they only serve to serve tea, pour wine, play and sing!"

Hearing the envy in the voices of the crowd, among the crowd, a young man dressed in white shook his head slightly, his eyes were quite clear.

Although he also yearned for this respectable face, he was not as superficial as everyone else.

The arrogant girl will only become a stumbling block to this fairy road.

What he wants is a pair of people for a lifetime!

"Senior Brother Yang, shall we go?"

Beside him, Xia Zhimeng had a gloomy face, a little impatient and authentic.

At this time, her figure, squeezed and pushed by countless people, was already on the verge of anger.

Moreover, seeing the black-clothed teenager surrounded by beauties in the temple drinking and laughing, Xia Zhimeng felt an indescribable resentment in her heart.

It stands to reason that she has been planted with a soul mark by Ling Xiao, and she can be regarded as a slave servant.

But why can they enter the temple to serve tea, and she can only stand outside the temple, being overwhelmed by the crowd?

Before she knew it, Xia Zhimeng's original resistance to Ling Xiao disappeared.

Even compared to Yang Yuan, what she yearns for more is the qualification to stand beside Ling Xiao!

"Junior Sister Xia! Wait a minute, during the Wanjiao Banquet, Tiansheng Commercial Bank will auction some spiritual treasures. You forgot, I promised to buy you a gift..."

Yang Yuan looked sincere and looked at Xia Zhimeng affectionately in his eyes.

Can!

As soon as his voice fell, he saw that the girl's face turned pale, and she seemed to feel a little...vomiting?

Is it too hot?

Also, the entrance of this small hall was only a few meters in size, but it squeezed thousands of figures.

Hey, Junior Sister! You can bear it!

As long as I get the inheritance of Reincarnation Tianfu, the next Wanjiao Banquet, I will definitely let you in and sit and eat!