Chapter 3242 Emperor Zun Gathered

"Why are you cursing?" Yang Kai looked at him indifferently. Ω Hunting』Δ文网 Δ

Wuchang sneered: "I don't even dare to come to see me, it's not because I have no guts."

Murong Xiaoxiao said angrily: "Senior brother Xia has no time to spare, it's not that he dare not come to see you."

Wuchang said with his hands behind his back: "Everyone has excuses, he is afraid that he will be embarrassed by his subordinates again when he comes here?"

"That's not the case!" Murong Xiaoxiao was still thinking about reasoning, but Yang Kai raised his hand to stop her, and said in an indifferent way: "I also heard about the last martial arts meeting. Senior Brother Xia said, Brother Wuchang is a warm-hearted person, so I must accompany you for a while."

He hasn't even seen Xia Sheng in person recently, so naturally it is impossible to have such an explanation.

But now that he represents the Qingyang Temple, he is not willing to be slapped in the face. When something happens, he will naturally refute it, and first stabilize his momentum before talking about other things.

"You?" Wuchang looked Yang Kai up and down, nodded slightly: "So-so is a bit qualified, I hope I won't be too disappointed."

"Maybe it's a surprise!" Yang Kai raised his brows, you son of a bitch, don't fall into my hands, or you will look good.

"Big words!" Wuchang sneered.

Chen Wenhao turned his head and shouted: "Shut up Wuchang, this is the Wuhua Palace, don't be presumptuous."

Gao Xueting also said: "Stop talking."

Impermanence looked sullen, and it was not good to refute the face of his elders in front of outsiders. He shook his hands and turned his head to look aside. Naturally, Yang Kai and others didn't bother to pester them. It is impossible for anyone to do anything, arguing and arguing will only make people laugh.

Wen Zishan laughed and said: "Young people are indeed young and energetic, not bad."

Feng Ming was noncommittal, clasped his fists and said: "Almost all fellows from the Southern Region have arrived, and the Palace Master is accompanying you, please." He tilted his head towards Zhuang Bufan and ordered: "Xiaofan, lead the two seniors to the guest hall."

"Yes." Zhuang Bufan replied, stretched out his hand and said, "Please, everyone."

Feng Ming said: "Master Wen, Master Ma Shengzhu, forgive me, Feng has a duty, so it is inconvenient to accompany me."

"Elder Feng is polite, let's talk later." Wen Zishan smiled slightly, followed Zhuang Bufan with his hands behind his back, and walked towards the top of the mountain.

Ma Qing also nodded at him, leading a group of people from Tianwu Holy Land to follow closely behind, this time there was no competition for priority.

A group of people drifted away, Feng Ming suddenly looked back, fixed his eyes on Yang Kai, frowned slightly, and when there was no one around, he took out the communication compass and poured his spiritual thoughts into it, and he didn't know who it was for Send a message.

A group of people walked halfway, and there was a herringbone-shaped fork in the road. On both sides, there were Wuhuadian disciples waiting, saluting each person and extending their hands to greet them.

Zhuang Bufan turned back and said: "Seniors, please arrange for the disciples who come to participate in the martial arts meeting to be around."

This group of them was going to rest on the top of the mountain, and only the Emperor Senior Realm was qualified to do so. Naturally, the disciples who followed behind couldn't follow, and everyone knew this well.

Wen Zishan turned her head and motioned, and Gao Xueting immediately arranged for a group of disciples from the Qingyang Temple to follow a waiter and go to the right side of the road. The Tianwu Holy Land naturally chose the left side, and the two disciples were a bit uncomfortable. If they really arranged to live together, they probably would fight without waiting for the martial arts competition to start tomorrow. You must know that there are no emperor-level elders to suppress them at this time.

The remaining group of people followed Wuchang to go up again, climbing up the stairs, and the people from the two major forces were lined up on the left and right, with a clear distinction.

After a while, I arrived at the top of the mountain, and I saw a magnificent palace with extraordinary momentum. There were already waiters waiting outside the palace.

Zhuang Bufan led a group of people towards the palace, and when they entered the palace, a burst of noise came, causing Yang Kai, Murong Xiaoxiao and the others to look at each other, they didn't expect it to be so lively inside.

Looking around, I was a little startled. There were no less than five or six hundred people gathered in this hall, and most of them were Emperor Senior Realm powerhouses. There are melons, fruits and delicacies, fine wine and jade liquid.

The hall was full of guests, and it was very lively. From time to time, people shuttled back and forth, toasting and inviting people to drink.

In the middle of the main hall, a group of more than forty young girls are dancing. Their clothes are not revealing. On the contrary, they are all youthful, with good looks, graceful waists and limbs, dancing with curved arms, which attracted some people to smile and watch.

Although these dancers were arranged by Wuhuadian to add to the fun, but the status of Wuhuadian is here, they will not put much effort in this aspect. If they are too revealing, they will be looked down upon by others. The arrangement in front of them looks like Wuhuadian style.

However, most people's attention is not on them. There are many emperors in the southern region, and the heads of various sects and families gather together. It is the time for friendship and relationship. Who cares about them.

It is not easy for Emperor Senior Realm to gather together, and the Southern Martial Arts Club is a good gathering platform.

As soon as Wen Zishan and Ma Qing led a group of people in, someone put down their wine glass and stood up to salute: "Master Wen, Holy Master Ma."

As soon as the sound came out, the noisy hall was much quieter. Everyone turned their heads to look, and the greetings were endless. Wen Zishan smiled and bowed in all directions. Under Zhuang Bufan's leadership, he walked all the way to the front. Ma Qing couldn't see Squinting, with a grim look. But those who are familiar with him know that he is like this, and it's not that he doesn't give others face.

In the seat, a burly man in a black suit smiled and turned his head towards a middle-aged man who was seated on the right and said elegantly: "Let me just say, within a stick of incense, they The two will definitely arrive, look, isn't this here?"

The elegant man smiled and said, "Brother Lei is really clever."

As for the person who can sit here, except for Lei Gu, the master of Wuhua Palace, there is no one else who has this qualification.

This elegant man is obviously also a sect of a sect in the Southern Region, his cultivation level is as high as the second level of Emperor Senior, and the seat is extremely front.

"Brother Lei!"

Wen Zishan and Ma Qing stepped forward and clasped their hands together.

Lei Gu got up and said: "The two of you have been exhausted all the way, please take a seat first."

Although there are many tables in this hall, people are also full, but the four left and right tables in the front are empty, and no one dares to occupy them. These four tables are obviously for Qingyang Temple and Tianwu Holy Land people reserved.

Wen Zishan and Ma Qing separated to the left and right, and each took their own elders to sit on the left and right.

Naturally, Wen Zishan and Ma Qing each occupied a table, while the several elders they brought were huddled together. There was one more person on the side of Qingyang Temple than the side of Tianwu Holy Land, and a table happened to be full.

Suddenly, a maid stepped forward to pour wine for everyone.

Lei Gu got up slowly, held a cup high in his hand, and said loudly: "It's the Southern Region Martial Arts Festival, a grand event in the world. Thanks to the love of all comrades in the Southern Region, the martial arts meeting will be held in my Wuhua Palace. Lei and Wuhua Palace will do their best! Do your best to create a fair competition environment for everyone in the Southern Region, and there will never be any favoritism. Here, I wish all the disciples under the sect a successful victory, prosperous martial arts, and pass on the fire for my Southern Region. A little water and wine are not enough to respect, please Drink it up!"

"Hallmaster Xie Lei!" In the hall, everyone agreed in unison, toasting and drinking together, the scene was quite lively.

Toasting a glass of toast is the etiquette of Lei Gu as the host, and then everyone is free to play. Tomorrow is the day when the martial arts will start. At that time, there will be no such harmony, and casualties and losses of disciples are inevitable.

At the table of Qingyang Temple, many people came to toast, but most of them came for Gao Xueting's face.

Luo Chen didn't socialize much, without this honor, Yang Kai, Xiao Baiyi and Murong Xiaoxiao came here purely to broaden their horizons, and they didn't know much about the Emperor Senior Stage, so naturally no one paid attention to them, and they were happy to relax.

Yang Kai took the time to inquire with Murong Xiaoxiao, and understood why the relationship with Tianwu Holy Land was a little stiff. As expected, it was indeed the reason for the last martial arts meeting. Individual and group battles both sides competed for first and second , no one is convinced, so there is naturally some competition.

After half an hour, Lei Gu, Wen Zishan and Ma Qing left early, and the three of them will gather together to discuss the affairs of tomorrow's martial arts competition, the arrangement of the list, and the planning of the venue. Do anything wrong with it, but Wen Zishan and Ma Qing have to check it out.

After the three of them left, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became more active. It can be seen that the three of them still put some pressure on people here.

Yang Kai looked around while drinking and eating, looking a little bored. To be honest, he was a little interested in the martial arts at the beginning, but after he came, he realized that, if it wasn't for him, he would not Some want to go home.

Although there won't be any major problems with the matter in the Northern Territory's Lingxiao Palace, after all, the dust has not settled, and it is a bit uneasy not to sit in charge in person.

The main reason is that his cultivation base is high now, and the competition between the Emperor Senior Realm, those Dao Source Realm, the Void King Realm and the Void Return Realm is really hard to arouse his interest. He has killed a lot of Emperor Senior Realm, How can I still be in the mood to watch these small fights.

But when the Qingyang Temple pointed at his head, he could only accompany him for a cutscene.

Suddenly remembered something, turned to look at Gao Xueting and said: "Senior Sister Gao, what did the impermanent guy mean when he said that Brother Xia was afraid of being defeated by his subordinates again? Could there be a competition between Emperors in this martial arts?"

Gao Xueting said: "There is no martial arts meeting, there will be after the martial arts meeting, but it is also a voluntary participation, and there is no reward, it is purely an exchange."

Yang Kai snorted, secretly determined to pay attention, if Impermanence provokes him again, he must show him some color, no matter what his special physique is, he will not be stronger than the Emperor Senior three-layer mirror, right?

Yang Kai paid himself that his current strength should not be a big problem against the last three-layer mirror of Emperor Senior. If all the cards are played, the three-layer mirror of Emperor Senior may have to stand aside. I don't know if Wuchang will give him this opportunity. .

Raising his cup to his lips, he squinted and saw Wuchang looking towards this side, one blue and one red eyes were extremely strange, Yang Kai sneered, showing disdain, almost twisting Wuchang's nose. (To be continued.)