Chapter 296 The Holy Son of the Sword Spirit Sect Arrives (Please Subscribe)

The little eunuch was trembling and didn't know what to say.

But Mu Yan spoke: "Hurry up, do you still need to register? If you don't register, I will go in directly!"

The tone was very domineering.

It seemed that the wrong person was the young eunuch, not Mu Yan who suddenly took action.

"Register, register immediately." The little eunuch was frightened by Mu Yan's fierce aura. He immediately collapsed on the stool and hurriedly picked up the pen.

"Mu Changge, twenty-seven years old, with a high-level extraordinary level, from the Lan Ba ​​Sect!" Mu Yan reported in one breath without any hesitation.

What?

Advanced extraordinary?

Among all the geniuses who signed up, he is probably the top one.

The little eunuch was pale and trembling.

When Mu Yan's advanced and extraordinary level was revealed, the whole audience was shocked.

The people in the queue at the back looked at Mu Yan with blank expressions.

This is the true supreme genius!

You know, among ordinary forces, it is very powerful to reach Tianzun in your twenties, and extraordinary beings are even more top-notch. Unexpectedly, Mu Yan in front of him turned out to be a high-level extraordinary!

Many geniuses are sighing. They are all the best in their respective powers, but when placed here, they are nothing.

The excitement Mu Yan brought to them was so great!

But what the hell is this Lan Ba ​​Sect? Never heard of it.

"Maybe it's a mysterious force that lives in seclusion and only appeared recently." Someone analyzed.

"When I hear this name, I think it's very powerful, Lan Ba ​​Zong, it sounds domineering!" Someone else sighed.

Unknowingly, under Mu Yan's shock, the power of Lan Ba ​​Sect was shrouded in a mysterious veil, which represented power.

Mu Yan pointed to the side: "This old man and these few people are my followers, is it okay to bring them in together?"

"No problem, no problem." The little eunuch was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.

He is just a little eunuch who is responsible for running errands. He has no real power. He can rely on his status as a palace employee in front of small forces to bluff people, but in front of absolute geniuses, he is not even a fart.

When Tang Zhendong passed by the young eunuch, he did not forget to snort heavily.

The little eunuch's face turned green.

Everyone secretly laughed in their hearts, but they didn't expect this old man to hold a grudge.

As soon as they walked in, they saw Lu Ming.

At this moment, Lu Ming's face was dull, like a sculpture, and his mouth was open enough to stuff two eggs.

"So Brother Mu is so powerful!" Lu Ming suddenly came to his senses and exclaimed.

Mu Yan smiled and said: "You are not bad either. Among ordinary forces, you can reach the level of the Son of God."

Lu Ming scratched the back of his head in embarrassment: "Our Xiaoyao Sect has a body-refining technique of gods and demons passed down from generation to generation. After I practiced it, not only did my physical body become stronger, but I also practiced it very quickly."

Mu Yan exclaimed: "My physical strength is also very strong. I can compete with you when I have time."

Lu Ming was very happy: "Okay, Brother Mu, I like to compete with others the most. On our mountain at Xiaoyaomen, those monsters are bullied and afraid of me. They hide away when they see me."

Several people were talking and laughing and continued to move forward.

There are waiters here to greet them and help them arrange food and accommodation.

I heard that the registration for this Tianjiao Banquet will last for seven days. According to today's trend, the number of final registrations may exceed 10,000.

Among ten thousand people, one hundred and eight geniuses have to be selected, which shows how difficult it is.

This palace is huge inside, with pavilions, green water, and even restaurants.

It feels like there is a palace within the city, and there is a city within the palace.

Mu Yan and the others were arranged in a place that looked like an inn, and the accommodation environment was pretty good.

Because there were five people in Mu Yan's party, they lived in a large suite with three small rooms.

Tang Zhendong and Professor Chen each had a room, and the three Mu Yan brothers had three beds in the largest room, which was not crowded.

As soon as she entered the room, Xiao Yue dove into the bed and said lazily: "This trip to the Eastern Wasteland is really long. I finally understand how happy it is to have a bed."

Zhao Xiaofeng smiled and said: "Isn't there a bed in a battleship? You'll spend a lot of time sleeping there."

Xiao Yue said: "Is sleeping at high altitude the same as sleeping on the ground? There is no earth energy at all."

The two of them were laughing and scolding when they suddenly saw Mu Yan glueing a fake beard on to the bronze mirror and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Yan, are you going out?"

Mu Yan nodded: "I want to go out for a walk, it's too boring to stay indoors."

The two said they were too tired to walk.

Mu Yan threw two Yuan stones and threw them beside their bed, and said: "Don't just sleep, you must also keep up with the progress of your cultivation. Look at the peers in Donghuang, how many knights are there? "

Xiao Yue smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Yan, we are about to become high-level knights."

Mu Yan was speechless: "Is this something to be proud of? If you can't reach the Qingming layman during this trip to the Eastern Wasteland, I will give you special training!"

Under the resentful gazes of the two people, Mu Yan left with a smile.

As soon as he walked out of the room, he heard a noise coming from next door.

I saw Lu Ming being pushed out roughly, still holding his luggage in his arms, looking very embarrassed.

"Get out of here, get out of here as far away as you want. A country bumpkin still wants to stay in this Jinbang Inn?" A fierce-looking young man in blue robe came out and yelled angrily.

Lu Ming was also very angry: "I have been arranged. If I don't live here, where will I live?"

"I don't care where you live. Anyway, the holy son of our Sword Spirit Sect is coming to live in a while. You hurry up and go away, otherwise we will beat you so hard that you won't even be able to attend the Tianjiao Banquet." The young man in blue robe said.

There were several people standing next to him, all of them seemed to be disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect, with the symbol of a sword embroidered on their blue robes.

Mu Yan walked over, supported Lu Ming, and said strangely: "It's just a run-down inn, is there any need to fight over it?"

"Another country bumpkin." The young man in blue robe sneered: "This has nothing to do with the inn environment, it's just because this inn is called Jinbang Inn. It is said that three of the top ten in the last Tianjiao Banquet have lived here. Therefore, the reputation of this inn has also become louder. As a participant, who doesn’t want to reach the sky in one step and be named on the gold list?”

"According to this, if you are named Zhuangyuanlang, you can really get the first place?" Mu Yan sneered.

The blue-robed young man looked Mu Yan up and down with surprise: "How did you know my name is Zhuang Yuanlang?"

"Fuck!" Mu Yan was speechless.

"Go away quickly. The Holy Son will arrive soon and you will be finished." Zhuang Yuanlang urged.

"Who is this Holy Son?" Mu Yan asked.

Zhuang Yuanlang said: "The holy son of my Sword Spirit Sect has a supreme sword body that is rare to see in a hundred years. He is famous among the younger generation of the entire Kamikaze Dynasty."

At this moment, someone outside suddenly shouted: "The Holy Son has arrived!"

I saw a young man, wearing imperial robes, with an indifferent expression and eyes as sharp as swords, walking towards this side through the corridor surrounded by a group of younger brothers.

Those younger brothers are obviously the geniuses of all the major forces.

In their respective powers, these people are first-rate geniuses.

But here, they can only stay together and follow a more powerful existence. It must be said that this is very sad.

However, there is no sadness in these people's eyes at this moment, but they are very fanatical.

They all respected this holy son of Sword Spirit Sect in their hearts!

After all, this holy son has been famous in Donghuang since his debut. He is the top among the younger generation in terms of character, level and swordsmanship.

Following such a person is very promising.

If they are lucky enough to be selected among the 108 geniuses, they can also be cared for by the Holy Son when they go to the Evil Prison Desert in the future.

So, the benefits are obvious.

This was the first time Lu Ming saw such a scene, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous: "Brother Mu, let's go, there are so many of them."

Mu Yan shook his head: "Why are you leaving? If you leave here, where will you live? I don't have a place for you to live."

Lu Ming smiled honestly: "I can just find a corner and make do. I live in the mountains of Xiaoyaomen and often sleep in the wild."

At this time, Zhuang Yuanlang couldn't help but become anxious when he saw that Mu Yan and the others were still in place.

The Holy Son was almost in front of him. If he knew that he hadn't arranged a place for him to live, he wouldn't be able to bear the blame!

"You two, get out of here." Zhuang Yuanlang said through gritted teeth, and at the same time pushed his hand towards Mu Yan, trying to push him away.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand touched Mu Yan, he suffered an unprecedented backlash.

Invisible fluctuations burst out, knocking Zhuang Yuanlang away.

"Ah!" Zhuang Yuanlang screamed and fell to the ground with a bang.

What a coincidence, it happened to fall at the feet of the walking Holy Son.

I'm afraid if it were one step too late, Zhuang Yuanlang would have hit the Holy Son on the head!

"Huh?" The Holy Son lowered his gaze, looking at Mu Yan in the distance with his sharp eyes like a divine sword.

Naturally, he knew Zhuang Yuanlang.

This was the younger brother who had been running errands for him in Sword Spirit Sect. Unexpectedly, he was thrown away by the young man opposite.

"I wonder why Your Excellency wants to beat away our Sword Spirit Sect disciples?" the Holy Son said calmly.

But his tone was strong, as if everything in the world was inferior to him.

"He took over my friend's room. Is this an acceptable reason for beating him?" Mu Yan showed no fear and instead smiled.

The Holy Son said: "It's just a room, and I, a disciple of the Sword Spirit Sect, occupy it for me, so I'll give it to you."

At this time, Mu Yan and Lu Ming were both shocked. They didn't expect the Holy Son to be so easy to talk to, and he didn't seem to be unreasonable.

The other boys also echoed: "Because you beat someone in just one room, you must be too petty."

"That's right, it's simply unreasonable. We, the Holy Son, will not covet a shabby room from you."

"If you have something to do, won't you discuss it carefully? You have to take action."

It seemed as if Mu Yan and the two were at fault.

Mu Yan and Lu Ming looked at each other and suddenly realized that these guys were so shameless.

The Holy Son's voice slowly turned cold at this time: "The matter in the room has been settled, so let's figure it out now, how will we solve the matter of you beating up my Sword Spirit Sect disciple?"