"Ah, it's Senior Brother Xingsheng, you're welcome from afar!"

Xin Zhao came over with a smile and a warm welcome.

After entering the inner sect, he only learned about Xing Sheng's name. He was ranked seventeenth in the inner sect and was expected to become a true disciple in the future.

When I stayed with Wang Qiankun in the past few days, I often saw this Xingsheng. He seemed to be highly valued by Wang Qiankun and often followed him around. His humble and courteous temperament also made Zhao Xin like him. Several times

As they kept going back and forth, the two became more and more familiar with each other.

The young man in the hall was handsome and fair-skinned, but he always had a faint smile on his face and was still wearing a black robe.

"Xin Zhao, you look very sleepy."

Xing Sheng was startled and said: "Junior brother, you must be practicing hard day and night and forgetting to rest. If you work hard all your life, you will definitely have a great path in the future!"

"..."

Xin Zhao was speechless, he just stayed in bed and liked to sleep during the day and practice his craft.

Enjoying life is the real thing.

Zhao Xin laughed a few times and asked, "Senior brother, what do you mean by coming here?"

Xing Sheng said: "Take you to a banquet."

"banquet?"

Xin Zhao frowned slightly. He was a homebody and would not bother to attend a banquet if it was not necessary.

"Hey, you have to go."

Xing Sheng smiled strangely and said, "Elder Wang personally ordered you to go."

"ah!"

Xin Zhao covered his face, feeling helpless.

Wang Qiankun personally spoke, so he had no way out.

"What party?"

Xing Sheng said mysteriously: "You'll know when you get there, and Senior Brother Dress has also prepared it for you. Come in."

As soon as the words fell.

Two beautiful maids walked out of the hall, holding several pieces of extremely gorgeous clothes in their hands.

"Change clothes for my junior brother."

Xing Sheng gave an order.

"yes."

Two soft voices sounded slowly, and he walked towards Xin Zhao with lotus steps.

"No!"

Zhao Xinxin trembled, waved his hand, and said: "I can do it myself!"

With that said, he picked up the clothes from the hands of the two beautiful maids and ran into the side hall.

"Junior brother is not a baby bird, is he?"

Xing Sheng was startled, and a malicious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Not long after, Xin Zhao pushed open the palace door, and a slender figure walked out slowly.

He has a handsome face and deep eyes. His purple gold-embellished dress is well-cut and simple in shape, but the patterns embroidered on the edges are elegant and delicate. His movements are filled with elegance and nobility.

"Not bad."

Xing Sheng praised: "Sure enough, a man relies on his clothes and gold. My junior brother is so chic and unrestrained. If we go to the banquet tonight, I am afraid that he will seduce thousands of girls."

Zhao Xin remained calm and replied: "Senior brother is an honest man."

"..."

Night falls.

Xing Sheng took Zhao Xin to a large hall in the inner gate area.

Walking in from the side door, we walked around nine twists and turns, countless pavilions and waterside pavilions, before we came to a main hall.

As soon as I entered the main hall, I suddenly felt like it was daytime. It was not like inside the hall, but more like I had come to a new world. As I looked, I saw lush forests and bamboos, and clear streams. To the left and right, young people with extraordinary temperament were laughing.

Talking, drinking water flows in all directions, sitting next to each other, the sound of silk, bamboo and strings lingers in the ears, and they talk about the secret love.

Xin Zhao walked into the hall without attracting anyone's attention. Most of the people here were inner disciples, and Xin Zhao didn't know many acquaintances at all. Suddenly, a figure not far away caught Xin Zhao's attention.

This man was dressed in white, about 20 years old, with a slender figure, an elegant and humble temperament, and a gentle and peaceful smile on his face. He was talking to several teenagers.

Suddenly, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he looked towards Xin Zhao without any hostility or malice. He smiled gently at Xin Zhao, as if he had met a good friend.

"Bai Yunfei!"

Xin Zhao was startled, this person was not Bai Yunfei, who was the fourteenth prince of the Prairie Royal Court in Gu Qing's old days, but was judged to be a second-class talent before entering the palace, and entered the inner gate before Xin Zhao.

Unexpectedly, he also came.

"Xin Zhao!"

A deep voice sounded behind Zhao Xin.

He looked back and saw that the man was dressed in black robes, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. His whole body was filled with coldness, and he had a kind of indifference that would repulse people from thousands of miles away, making it difficult for people to get close to him.

He was staring at Xin Zhao with no trace of malice in his eyes.

"Huang Yan."

Xin Zhao smiled slightly, he turned out to be a fellow villager!

Huang Yan and he were both from Changle County in the Qin Dynasty. They had known each other since childhood, and it could be said that they had a very good relationship.

Zhao Xintian shamelessly stepped forward and greeted him cordially.

"roll!"

Huang Yan shouted coldly, but in this situation, he obviously couldn't do anything at will. He had to suppress the feeling in his heart that he wanted to cut Xin Zhao into pieces.

After that, he left without looking back, fearing that he would kill Xin Zhao if he couldn't help it.

"The boss!"

A young man ran towards Xin Zhao excitedly. His face was young and innocent.

"Xiaoer, you've grown taller!"

Xin Zhao touched the boy's little head.

"Hehe, let me tell you, the eldest master is a great hero. That talent test must have gone wrong. No, it didn't take long for the eldest master to soar into the sky and become an outer disciple!"

"That is!"

Xin Zhao raised a smile, put his hands behind his back, and pretended to be serious: "Xiao Er, you are indeed gifted with a keen eye. It was indeed that broken pillar that mistook your talent that day. No matter what I say, you must be a first-class talent!"

"correct!"

Zhao Xin pulled Xingsheng over and introduced Wang Xiaoer: "This is senior brother Xingsheng."

"I have long admired the name of my senior brother."

Wang Xiaoer bowed. As a disciple of the inner sect, he naturally knew the famous Xing Sheng, the seventeenth member of the inner sect, a master of the third level of the secret realm of supernatural powers.

"Junior brother Wang, nice to meet you, nice to meet you."

Xingsheng smiled.

"boom!"

At this time, not far away, there was a sudden roar, and then there was a lot of noise, and it was obvious that something had happened.

"What's wrong?"

Xin Zhao was confused and frowned slightly.

"Let's go check it out."

Xing Sheng suggested, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

At this time, the crowd in the hall was already pouring out of the hall, and there were also the sounds of chaotic footsteps and the excited voices of boys and girls.

The outside of the main hall is very vast, but the scenery decoration is very unique. Neatly trimmed trees are planted around it, and under the trees is a sea of ​​flowers, which is like a dream.

At this moment, the center of the sea of ​​flowers was crowded with people, seemingly arguing about something, and the noise was endless.

The cold moon shines brightly, and the remaining stars are dotted.

Zhao Xin and others squeezed into the crowd and saw the situation clearly. The group was vaguely divided into two groups, standing opposite each other, with anger in their eyes. Some people had even pulled out half of the blade, coldly

The blade looked particularly cold against the moonlight.

The group of people on the east side were a little excited. From some of the signs on their bodies, it could be seen that they were disciples of the Chaos Immortal Sect, and Zhao Xin also knew two of them.

One of the women wore a gauze face, a snowy dress, fluttering green silk, and breathtaking eyes like autumn water. She was like a fairy coming out of a scroll, with peerless grace.
To be continued...