Chosen Man
Ruckus
The cloudy and rainy clouds in the night sky had disappeared, revealing a bright starlight.
The battle had ended, and the circumstances surrounding Lake Whuyun, seemed to have returned in calm as before.
In the teahouse, when he saw the figure of the golden white-robed young man walking towards the edge of the lake, Jiu Feng who had just woken up from a dream and finally recovered from his shock.
He subconsciously greeted her and said, "Are you alright, Fellow Daoist?"
If one were to take a closer look, the old man that made Madame Linzy bow her head this way, when she faced Feng Zun at this moment, there was already a hint of respect within her expression!
Before, when he faced Feng Zun, no matter how humble and obedient he was when behaving, it was only out of manners, because he wanted to get help from Feng Zun.
At that moment deep down, he only considered Feng Zun as a junior, and considered Feng Zun as a rare genius of all the younger generations.
But now, Old Jiu Feng's attitude was really very different!
Of course Feng Zun knew the reason.
However, he never cared about this, and said, "Have you seen my battle before?"
Old Jiu Feng nodded, he thought that Feng Zun seemed to want him to comment on about his battle this time, and he was already preparing to think about, compile, compile, and formulate some of the most beautiful words of praise.
But before he opened his mouth, Feng Zun had already gone ahead and said, "Alright, you better help me, pack up all the spoils of war. When you and your master come to the Qinglong Courtyard tomorrow, just bring them all for me."
Hearing that Jiu Feng was stunned.
In this entire great Long Dynasty, other than his Master, who would dare to rule and speak to him in this manner?
But this kid is not polite at all! His attitude and words were still so relaxed, could it be that in his eyes, a Peak Immortal character like him was only considered a servant?
"Lab... Fine."
Old Jiu Feng took a deep breath and suppressed the turmoil of depression in his heart.
"Old Brother Jiu is there a horse carriage?"
Feng Zun asked again.
He had just experienced a quite exhausting battle. Naturally, he was too lazy to fly let alone walk. If he can ride a horse-drawn carriage, why not?
Jiu Feng smiled bitterly in his heart, this child was like hitting the snake with a stick, and now he was getting rougher as he called out to him.
But it was impossible to express his frustration, he also had no reason to refuse, and said, "The Daoist Fellow just needs to go through this path, and in a few moments, he will have to refuse, there'll be a fancy train coming to pick you up."
"Thank you."
Feng Zun turned around and walked into the distance.
"Oh it turns out that this arrogant brat really knows how to thank you?"
But at least it feels good for him.
Jiu Feng finally felt a little more at ease in his heart.
"Oh yes."
Feng Zun stopped suddenly, as if recalling something.
"Daoist Fellow, is there anything else you would like to convey to this old man?"
Jiu Feng asked gently.
Feng Zun looked and pointed at the sideburns on the table, he said, "I personally give you sincere advice, you are not at all talented to play rhythm, he said, don't play that tool again in the future, otherwise it'll ruin the reputation of the song because it's actually a good song."
After speaking, he placed his hands behind his back and stepped away.
Old Jiu Feng: "-_-"
Jiu Feng's expression that only left a black line on his face, he was extremely embarrassed.
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"God! The Great Elder of the Divine Sword Palace has died!"
At this moment did not know how many people were shocked and astonished.
"How terrifying was that last attack, how could such a power be blocked? How holy was that white-robed young man?"
There were many people speculating about Feng Zun's identity, but without exception, they were all getting more and more confused.
The deeper the puzzle of this young man's identity, the more mysterious and irresistible it will be.
"Tomorrow at the center of the Nine Furnace City, I fear that there will be a huge commotion because of this!"
There are parents who speak for themselves.
He was the Ancestor of the Huo Clan.
Such a terrible existence died at Lake Whuyun tonight!
This matter was destined to cause a sensation in the world and would definitely make the entire cultivation world tremble!
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On the top floor of a pavilion not far from Lake Whuyun.
"No, it's impossible! It can't be!"
Huo Mingyuan, the expression of Patriarch of the Huo Clan, was filled with sadness and anger, with striking blue veins on his forehead.
He was wearing a purple robe, with a dignified appearance and an incredible majesty, but at this moment he looked extremely furious.
Other than him, the faces of all the higher-ups of the Huo Clan were also grim.
When the battle was earlier, they were watching from a distance.
But no one thought that in the end, Huo Liandu would have to execute a forbidden technique with his sword and sacrifice his life!
This fact made them unable to accept it.
"This..how can I explain it to the sect!"
A middle-aged man in robes with whiskers and long black hair was seen squeezing his legs, and his expression seemed full of sadness and anger.
Yiu Funghe's.
The fourth elder of the courtyard within the Divine Sword Palace, someone who was at the late stage of the mortal realm.
Beside him, there was a burly and tall man named Nie Tingshan, also from the Divine Sword Palace.
At this moment, the faces of the two great figures from the Divine Sword Palace became uglier than the others.
For several days there had been a commotion as there was a contradiction going on within the supreme internal Divine Sword Palace caused by Feng Zun.
There was a difference of opinion, whether they would deal with Feng Zun or not.
In the end, under the presence of support from the third elder "Jianghai Zhen", Huo Liandu directly agreed to bring some experts to the Nine Furnace City to kill Feng Zun.
But who would have thought that Huo Liandu, the world-famous Immortal-level intermediate existence, would die at the hands of a dozen-year-old young man at the mortal level tonight?
The atmosphere of the pavilion hall was gripping.
The important figures who had high identities in the eyes of these secular cultivators were all like they were immersed in grief!
Suddenly, a large man from the Huo Clan said with a murderous aura, "How about this, let's act together right now to kill this little beast like Feng Zun?"