The atmosphere in the Purple Gold Palace became more and more weird.

Tang Xiansheng lowered his head, put his hands together in his wide sleeves, lowered his eyebrows and head, and kept silent.

Bang!

suddenly.

Yuwen Xiu slapped the dragon chaise hard. During the spiritual operation, the wheelchair's handguard head was exposed to cracks.

Yuwen Xiu's face was as gloomy as water, and his nostrils were breathing violently.

"What a Lu Changkong."

"Father relies on his son's power...he!"

Repressing anger.

After glanced at the officials who were silent below, Yuwen Xiu's face became more and more gloomy, and his eyes fell on Tang Xiansheng.

But he found that Tang Xiansheng looked drowsy again.

Yuwen Xiu's eyes fluctuated violently.

Let’s not talk about Lu Changkong’s affairs, the barbarian soldiers’ affairs this time are not that simple.

This old thing Tang Xiansheng obviously has a lot of things hidden.

"Retreat!"

Yuwen Xiu shouted with a cold face and a whispered sleeve.

...

Book Pavilion.

In the quiet and elegant building, the banana leaves sway in the wind, and a faint sandalwood lingers in the room.

The rocking chair shaking continuously, making a creaking sound.

Kong Nanfei and Mo Tianyu stood cross-legged on the futon, and looked quietly at the older man lying on the rocking chair.

“Master…”

"Lu Changkong was furious and wrapped his body into the imperial capital, threw the barbarian body on the main hall of the Zijin Palace, and asked Tang Xiansheng, why didn't you go to mediate?"

Kong Nanfei was puzzled and asked.

“Mediation?”

"Why do you need to mediate? Tang Xiansheng has solved it? Besides, the purpose of Lu Changkong's trip is to be in the open and tempted. He is to be in the dark. He is to be in the test of His Majesty's attitude."

Bai Yujing is at its peak, Lu Changkong needs to understand the emperor's attitude.

The old voice of the national teacher resounded: "Tang Xiansheng is unusual. He can bend and stretch, and stand out from the many sons of the prefect of the former Nanjun. After so many years of development in Nanjun, do you think he is really as old and ignorant as his appearance?"

"Because of the age of time, you don't know a lot of things, mainly because after Tang Xiansheng took power in Nanjun, he curbed a lot of news. He was not from that era and didn't know much about it."

"Tang Xiansheng's mother is the daughter of Fengyue. The hardships and humiliation that Tang Xiansheng suffered from since childhood are far beyond your imagination."

The Master said slowly.

Kong Nanfei and Mo Tianyu's expressions changed slightly.

Is Tang Xiansheng's mother actually a romantic woman?

this……

"So, can you imagine how difficult it would be for Tang Xiansheng to be in the position of the prefect of Nanjun?"

"In fact, among the three major forces today, Xijun, Beijun, Nanjun..., the one that makes people fear the most is not the Overlord, nor Dan Taixuan, but Tang Xiansheng."

"This person built Nanjun like an iron barrel, and he could not find any breakthrough."

"Unlike West and North County... there are obvious gaps."

The Master leaned on the rocking chair, shaking gently, and said with a muddy look.

Kong Nanfei and Mo Tianyu looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

It turns out that Tang Xiansheng was so afraid of Master?

...

Beiluo, the island in the middle of the lake.

The second floor of the Baiyujing Pavilion.

Lu Fan pinched a ray of golden light and looked at it quietly. A sense was hidden in the golden light. However, this consciousness was unwilling to be released, or he did not dare to release it.

Lu Fan didn't care either. This was a wisp of spiritual consciousness, but it seemed much looser than Lu Fan's spiritual consciousness.

Lu Fan was a little surprised.

However, Lu Fan thought that he often played the game of the Mountains and Rivers and the Wind and Rain, "Yi Tianshi" seemed to be very beneficial for the condensation of soul strength. Now it seems that this chess score can also provide feedback to the Dao Spiritual Knowledge after condensing the strength of soul spirit.

This was a surprise that Lu Fan discovered.

"Like a turtle."

Lu Fan looked at the golden light he was pinching and said lightly.

A wave dissipated in the golden light, and soon became silent again.

"Forget..."

Lu Fan touched his finger on the wheelchair handguard.

A red light suddenly appeared, and the hot flames seemed to burn the golden light.

"If you don't come out, then burn it."

Lu Fan said lightly.

As the words fell, the golden light suddenly trembled like a little snake.

Soon, a fluctuation of consciousness surged in the golden light.

"Scam, this world is a big scam!"

The resentment in the golden light is extremely heavy.

Can his resentment be less severe?

I thought it was an opportunity to devour the origin of the world, but as a result, this world was a low martial arts on the surface, but secretly had an old monster comparable to the Golden Pill Realm.

Lu Fan's eyes narrowed.

Finally, he was willing to come out.

Lu Fan actually had a lot of curiosity in his heart.

For example, how did this golden light descend to the Five Phoenix Continent? Is it because of the system's guidance?

So did the owner of this Golden Mirror know that there is a system in Lu Fan?

"What are you? How did you appear in this world?"

"Why did it appear in this world?"

Lu Fan leaned against a wheelchair, holding his chin with one hand and on the thin blanket covering his thighs with the other, and asked slowly.

After asking, his mind moved, and he controlled the Fengling Sword with a scorching aura, approaching the golden light, and directly burned it into nothingness.

The golden light kept trembling.

He hasn't answered yet? Why did it get roasted?

The extinction of a wisp of spiritual consciousness will be fed back to the essence and will affect the essence's practice.

Jinmang calmed down at this moment, and he still wanted to keep it.

"This is a strand of spiritual consciousness clone of the deity. I was attracted by the origin of the world and cut a strand of spiritual consciousness clone into this world..."

A golden light came, with a charming magnetic sound.

However, he will not continue to talk about this.

It’s not that I don’t say it, but that I can’t say it anymore.

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows, the origin of the world?

He seemed to understand something.

This golden light did not know the existence of the system. He was attracted because of the so-called origin of the world.

"System, what is the origin of the world?"

Lu Fan asked the system in his mind.

He didn't ask Jinmang because he thought Jinmang was not very reliable.

"The world of low martial arts has no origin. Condensing the origin represents entering the middle martial arts. The strength of the origin represents the strength of the extreme strong man in a world, and the origin can also be called the way of heaven."

"Note: The host is no longer within this rule."
To be continued...