Emperor Shennong Yan appeared and made an impassioned speech, drinking a few drinks with the immortals, and the atmosphere in the hall was obviously different.

Wu Wan could feel the enthusiasm emanating from the people around him. They wished they could spread their wings and fly to the border right now, rushing to the boundless lair of vicious beasts to fight bloody battles.

Just like Brother Ji next to him, his heart was trembling, his face was red, and he was clenching his little fists in excitement.

I was really afraid that this guy would turn his head and punch me twice.

'Why are you so excited?'

Wu Wanlue was a little disapproving. The reason was that he was too familiar with the old man Shennong. He was a little uncomfortable with the old man suddenly being so serious.

If you think about it carefully, if the Human Emperor is determined to make a northern expedition, how can the Heavenly Palace just sit there and wait for death?

Although I didn't read much in my previous life, I still knew the allusions of lying on the firewood and tasting courage;

If the old man really wanted to make the Northern Expedition, he should secretly accumulate strength and find his weaknesses to strike hard.

At this time, Wu Wan always had the illusion that he was deliberately creating momentum.

In this wave, Senior Shen Nong must be away from the fifth floor again; I am a little young master of Beiye, and my scheming of the city is no match for that of the Human Emperor of the Human Realm, so there is no need to think too much.

Not long after, the figure of Emperor Shennong Yan slowly disappeared from the clouds, leaving only eight important ministers drinking with the immortals.

The hall suddenly became alive.

There are fairies dancing, immortal soldiers in golden armor playing swords, and they all appear one after another to add to the entertainment.

Wu Juan, Ji Mo, and Ling Xiaolan chatted about the Women's Kingdom. Although they communicated with each other, they also paid attention to their addresses when speaking to avoid exposing Wu Juan's identity.

A group of male cultivators unknowingly appeared next to Elder Miao. Most of them pretended to be passing by, but the other half seemed to know each other and came forward to say hello implicitly.

Elder Miao drank by himself without paying any attention to him. There were gradually more treasures and gift boxes around him, but he didn't even look at them.

This is much faster than making money by touching porcelain or something.

While they were chatting, Wu Wan's eyes suddenly lit up and he said with a smile: "Elder Mao?"

Several people followed his gaze and immediately saw the fairy in silver-white armor and silver hair. Hanging on his waist was the jade plaque of "The Master of the Sanhua Lane Pavilion of Fuyu City in the Great Wilderness of the Human Realm of Renhuang Pavilion". It was so dazzling.

"metropolitan!"

Mao Aowu shouted excitedly.

Wu Huan turned his head and looked at the Great Elder, and said calmly: "Great Elder, what should I do if I betray my friends to seek glory?"

The great elder thought seriously for a while and said: "Hang him up and give him a beating."

"Catch him and take him to the boat."

"Yes," the great elder replied, stood up and walked to Mao Aowu. Before Mao Aowu could recover, he slapped Mao Aowu on the head and made several spinning birds.

Then, with a faint smile on his lips, the Great Elder nodded to the group of immortal soldiers who came over, dragged one of Mao Aowu's feet towards the north entrance of the hall.

"A little interlude, a little interlude."

Wu Wang invited the others to continue drinking, and said with a smile: "If a person has no faith, he will not be established, and if a family has no rules, it will not be prosperous. It is time to refine the rules of the family."

Zhi Mo gave a thumbs up: "Master Wuwang is so majestic."

"It's funny, it's funny."

The two clinked their wine glasses, and then chuckled. Ling Xiaolan's eyes were full of disgust, but when Wu Wan came over with his wine glass, he also gestured from afar, raising his glass to drink together.

Zhi Mo muttered: "Don't let Fairy Ling drink too much. It would be bad if she suddenly jumped up to enlightenment on such an occasion."

Clang!

A fairy sword was half an inch out of its sheath, and Ji Mo instantly hid behind Wu Wan. The three of them laughed and laughed for a while.

Elder Miao occasionally glanced over, but he just drank calmly. The gifts beside him were already piled as high as one person.

The excitement was theirs, she just felt it was a bit noisy.

Day and night rotate three times, and after the banquet, the drunkenness gradually disappears.

The master of the Renhuang Pavilion announced that the Human Emperor's banquet had come to an end. All the monks stood up and bowed, then left the venue and walked towards the nearest palace door.

Wu Wangxin was very excited about this harvest.

Knowing that Little Jingwei was safe and sound, and that he had used the spirit-condensing method to reshape his immortal body, he no longer had any doubts in his heart;

Presiding over three rounds of trials made Wu Wan a little regretful.

When he gave Senior Shen Nong such an idea, he was partly mocking Senior Shen Nong for his old trial routine and being a bit too hard to get off, and partly... he was remembering the good times in his previous life and wanted to take the opportunity to have fun.

It's a pity that there is no chance of ending, and the old senior will not let him fight with others.

Because of this, Wu Huan always felt that the identity of the 'Weapon Spirit' that he fabricated might help him get some benefits later.

This trip is not a waste of time.

Stepping out of the hall, Ji Mo said: "I have taken leave from my family and am going to stay with your Demon Sect for a few days. How about that?"

Wu laughed and said, "Just bring your own bedding. There are still one or two huts."

"I won't go," Fairy Ling frowned slightly, but still hesitated to speak, "Brother Wuwang Dao, your stay in the Demon Sect is not a long-term solution. You still need to protect yourself and keep yourself clean."

Wu Wan couldn't help but asked: "Fairy, do you have a grudge against the Demon Sect?"

"Let's talk about this later when we have the opportunity. I'll go back to the sect and use the messenger jade talisman to contact you later."

Ling Xiaolan nodded slightly, and was about to hand over her hands to say goodbye, when she heard Ji Mo take a deep breath and say a vulgar word.

Wu Wan, Ling Xiaolan, as well as Miao Cuijiao and the second disciple of the Mie Sect behind him, all looked in the direction that Ji Mo was looking at.

There, a figure sat on a bamboo chair. The bamboo chair was carried by four girls with the same appearance and similar stature. On the left and right, there were maids in white holding plum blossoms and holding swords.

A wisp of breeze blew by, and the man sitting on the bamboo chair danced with his slender hair and headband. His slightly gloomy handsome face showed a faint smile. Although his voice was clear and clear, it carried an obvious sense of ridicule.

"Oh, why did Mr. Ji return empty-handed this time?"

Lin Jia Lin Qi, one of the three winners this time.

Wu Wan frowned slightly. This guy who was too showy was a bit arrogant. He showed up here so arrogantly that he was not afraid of being targeted by the Ten Fierce Palaces.

Zimmer had a folding fan in his hand, he opened it calmly and said with a smile:

"Young Master Lin has been more than ten years older than me, so he is not completely wasted. This time he was able to take the top spot in the third round with his cultivation in the Immortal Realm and thirty-six immortal treasures. It is really impressive."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Lin Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, made a slight gesture, and the four maids slowly lowered the bamboo chair.

Dozens of points of fairy light flew out from the sleeves of the four maids, and each turned into a fairy sword, floating around Lin Qi. Lin Qi raised his hand and pointed a finger, and these fairy swords were immediately covered with a layer of fire.

There were many monks around who stopped to watch, but they all stayed far away.

The Ji family and the Lin family are both frontier generals. The ordinary sects cannot afford to provoke them, and the big sects have to stay away from them.

Lin Qi sneered:

"Although I was told by Emperor Yan to hide myself and focus on my practice, I thought about it and was always unwilling to do so. I came here specifically to find Mr. Ji to reveal himself.

Look, what does this avenue of fire look like?

Mr. Ji, why don't you and I continue the fight we had before? There are just so many comrades here. You and I will win and lose, which will also bring an end to this grudge.

After all, from now on, I will never be able to look at a mediocre person like you."

As soon as Lin Qi said this, not only Ji Mo became furious, but many young monks also looked ugly.

Even though he was getting angry, Ji Mo didn't agree immediately. He just stared at Lin Qi and kept thinking about countermeasures.

Zhi Mo couldn't beat him. Not only did his opponent have the realm of immortality, but he also had many treasures. His fighting skills were honed by competing with other masters. He had stood out in a melee of thousands of people before, which was enough to prove his strength.

Being laughed at and criticized by Lin Qi was certainly a loss of face and the face of the Ji family.

But if he were defeated by Lin Qi in the main hall of Renhuang Pavilion in front of so many masters from the human domain, and even His Majesty the Human Emperor, it would be even more unspeakable suffering for the Ji family.

Zhi Mo secretly clenched his fists, but forced out an ugly smile and said:

"Congratulations, Mr. Lin."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Hey, Brother Ji?"

Suddenly hearing a soft call, Ji Mo looked at Wu Huan nervously, wanting to remind Wu Huan not to stand up at this time; but before Ji Mo could speak, he saw the smile in Wu Huan's eyes.

Just listen to Wu Wan asking: "Where did you and this guy have this grudge? Hualou? Could it be that he won the Oiran but not Brother Ji, and there is some jealousy in his heart?"

The two looked at each other, Zimo curled his lips, raised his voice, and said with a smile:

"Brother Wuwang, please lift him up. He can't leave the chair with his two legs and has to be carried wherever he goes. Should he go to the flower house to enjoy the flowers? He would be laughed at by the girls."

Wu Wan looked at Lin Qi for a few times and said with a smile: "Don't say that. I think the human body is quite strong, but the yin energy is a bit heavier. You said that the Emperor Yan ordered to cultivate the avenue of fire, not because the yang energy is heavier and stronger.

Okay?"

Ling Xiaolan on the side said calmly: "The path of fire is also divided into yin and yang."

Ji Mo couldn't help but laugh out loud. There were many fairies, fairy men, uncles, and old women around him who smiled.

At this moment, masters from the Ji family and Lin family have appeared, but the younger generation has conflicts. If they stand up directly, they will lose this time. They are just competing secretly.

Lin Qi's face was as gloomy as water, and he stared at Ji Mo, as well as Wu Wan and Ling Xiaolan beside Ji Mo, and said coldly:
To be continued...