Chapter 1299 He Is Here

The lobby of the tea shop opposite Zixian Pavilion was crowded, every seat was full of tea customers.

"Although Song Yan has just entered the imperial capital, Bei Gongshang's name is too resounding. As long as Song Yan is not a fool, he will not come to die!" Someone analyzed.

"Doesn't that mean we won't be able to see this good show?" Someone said regretfully.

"not necessarily!"

Suddenly an old Xiu said mysteriously: "Do you know the origin of this Song Yan?"

"Could it be that this kid has a big background? Or is he a new disciple of a certain big sect?"

"No!" Lao Xiu shook his head, becoming more and more mysterious.

"Don't be a fool, old man, tell me about the origin of Song Yan!"

"That's right, old man, don't be a fool!"

Hearing everyone's urging, Lao Xiu took a sip of tea, and then said slowly: "This Song inkstone comes from the Tang Dynasty!"

"Tang Dynasty? That small dynasty located in a remote area?" A young cultivator said disdainfully.

"Hey, I thought that Song Yan had some great background. It turned out that he was just a cultivator from a remote dynasty. Hey, he is worthy of competing with Bei Gongshang. Hmph, what a waste of my waiting time!"

"Yeah, it's boring!"

"This ending is doomed!"

"Hey, it's time for nothing, let's go, why don't you go to the brothel and listen to a little song!"

Seeing that everyone was not optimistic about Song Yan, Lao Xiu smiled slightly and asked loudly: "Do you all think that the Tang Dynasty is a remote place?"

"Isn't it?" Some cultivators sneered.

Some even ridiculed Lao Xiu: "Old man, don't play tricks here!"

"Hehe!" Lao Xiu suddenly let out a strange laugh: "You guys are still too young. Although the Tang Dynasty is located in a remote area, there are still experts there. For example, the state religion of the Tang Dynasty, the Taiyi Sect, has immortals in charge."

"Impossible? Immortals can be produced in remote areas?" Someone questioned, but his face was quite surprised.

"If there were no immortals in the Tang Dynasty, how could my Great Zhou allow his existence?" the old man said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, all the cultivators in the hall lowered their heads and thought about it, and they all felt that what Lao Xiu said made sense.

Lao Xiu's voice continued: "The Taiyi Sect has been established for a hundred thousand years. There are immortals sitting in the teaching, and there are also immortal artifacts handed down from generation to generation to suppress luck. There are no less than two hands in the teaching. Hundreds!"

Hearing the old man's eloquence, all the cultivators in the lobby were surprised.

"Doesn't it mean that this Taiyi Sect is stronger than the first-class sects of the Great Zhou?"

"Yes!" Lao Xiu nodded.

"Could it be that Song Yan came from the Taiyi Sect?" Suddenly someone asked.

Lao Xiu shook his head: "No, that Song Yan is not a disciple of the Taiyi Sect, on the contrary, he also turned the Taiyi Sect upside down!"

"Impossible? Then Song Yan is only in the late stage of distraction, how dare he fight against the Taiyi Sect?" Someone questioned.

Old Xiu smiled and said nothing.

"Come here, serve this old senior a pot of the best tea, and charge it to my account!" A young man in brocade clothes said loudly.

"Thank you son!"

Lao Xiu nodded to Mr. Jinyi, continued to speak, and slowly told about Song Yan's actions in the Tang Dynasty, and the elimination of more than half of the Taiyi Sect, which left everyone stunned and speechless.

But some people still questioned: "Old man, you can't make up this, right? No matter how powerful Song Yan is, he can't be too distracted in the late stage. How could he kill so many fit masters!"

"Hey!" The old man smiled: "Actually, the old man was quite skeptical when he got the news, but Song Yan did something when he entered my Great Zhou territory."

Then, Lao Xiu told about Song Yan's deeds in Xianfeng City.

The events of the Tang Dynasty are too far away, and everyone does not have a clear understanding of the Tang Dynasty, but they have an intuitive understanding of what happened in Xianfeng City.

Killed 290,000 demon cultivators, and captured the combined demon king alive.

Such things are definitely not something ordinary people can do.

Some people also lamented: "Sword kills 290,000 demon cultivators, this Song Yan is so murderous, it is simply the reincarnation of a killer star!"

Suddenly, someone ran in and shouted: "Everyone, a gambling house has opened. If Song Yan can't get out of Zixian Pavilion alive, he will pay 10%, and if he walks out alive, he will pay 10%!"

Hearing the odds, many cultivators in the lobby were overjoyed, since Song Yan is so fierce, there is a great chance of getting out of Zixian Pavilion.

But there are also people who are worried that although Song Yan is fierce, Bei Gongshang is not an ordinary person, a strong dragon cannot overwhelm a snake, not to mention that Bei Gongshang is a small dragon.

"This is an opportunity, hurry up and place your bets, I bet Song Yan can get out alive!"

Someone shouted.

All of a sudden, everyone rushed out of the tea shop and went to the gambling hall to place bets.

And in the box of this tea shop.

Nan Gongyue, Dongfang Yubai, and a bunch of dude disciples were there.

They heard all the conversation about Song Yan downstairs.

"Unexpectedly, Song Yan is so powerful!" Dongfang Yubai sighed.

"It's best to knock out some of Bei Gongshang's teeth!" You Dan laughed.

"If he can get out of Zixian Pavilion alive this time, I will make friends with him!" Nan Gongyue said with a smile.

"Here we come, Song Yan is here!"

Suddenly, a dandy exclaimed, and for a moment, everyone released their consciousness and found that there was a young man in white walking slowly at the end of the street.

The young man's face was calm and calm, and he didn't seem to be worried about the next thing at all.

In the various teahouses and restaurants on both sides of the street, countless pairs of eyes fell on Song Yan, with curiosity, sarcasm, disdain, and gloating.

In a certain small tea shop, Murong Hongdou looked at Song Yan who was walking slowly, and couldn't help showing a bit of worry and concern in his eyes. He turned to the old man who was leisurely drinking tea and said, "Grandpa, do you think he will?" Will something happen?"

"Don't worry, a good person's life is not long, and it will cause harm for thousands of years!" The old man said calmly.

"You mean he's fine?" Murong Hongdou couldn't help showing a gleam of joy on his face.

"Girl, if you care so much about that brat, could it be...?" Suddenly, the old man stared at his granddaughter suspiciously, playing around.

Murong Hongdou's cheeks were slightly red: "Grandpa, don't talk nonsense, they don't have it."

Seeing his granddaughter's behavior like this, the old man couldn't help but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

Song Yan walked slowly on the clean street, he could feel that countless spiritual thoughts and consciousness were spying on him, and there were many blatant eyes looking at him.

He didn't care about that.

Finally, he came to the gate of Zixian Pavilion, and his eyes fell on the four guards of Bei Gongshang.

"I came here to meet the appointment, where is Mr. Beigong?" Song Yan asked.

"Hey! If you want to see my son, you have to pass our level first!" A guard smiled strangely, staring at Song Yan with malicious intentions. Among the four guards, three were at the peak of the late stage of distraction, and one was at the early stage of fusion.

Seeing this scene, all the spectators couldn't help but show excitement, and many people even shouted, "Hurry up, fight quickly, etc."