Gu Fei and the others were intercepted as soon as they entered Dragon Emperor City.
"Brother Gu, I haven't seen you for three hundred years, but your appearance remains unchanged, just like before!" Over the Dragon Emperor City, a middle-aged man with big sleeves fluttering and a black beard hanging down his chest said.
"Are you...Liu Yunhe?" Gu Fei couldn't help but be startled when he saw this middle-aged man. He recognized the person. This person was none other than Liu Yunhe, a disciple of the Guangcheng Immortal Sect.
Liu Yunhe now no longer has the high-spirited look he had three hundred years ago. His aura is restrained, and his whole person is like an unsheathed divine sword.
Three hundred years have passed, and Liu Yunhe has become the middle-aged uncle he is now. Unless he is young and wise, there are very few people who can look as good as Gu Fei.
Moreover, most of the monks are no longer young when they become successful in cultivation. These monks generally maintain their appearance when they were at their peak.
"Demigod?" Liu Yunhe's cultivation level could not be concealed in front of Gu Fei. Gu Fei could see through Liu Yunhe's current strength at a glance.
"I heard people said that Brother Gu's return was too mysterious. I didn't believe it. When I saw it today, it turned out to be true." Liu Yunhe said that now, after experiencing so many things, he has become very calm.
Liu Yunhe didn't show any surprise when he saw Gu Fei.
"Are we talking here?" Gu Fei looked around and said calmly. He never expected to see his old friends in Dragon Emperor City.
At this time, many people in the Dragon Emperor City below had noticed their presence, and many people were pointing at them and talking in low voices.
Perhaps they were used to it. The residents of Dragon Emperor City did not panic when they saw someone standing in the sky above Dragon Emperor City.
"Oh! I'm sorry, brother, please come with me, brother Gu and everyone!" Liu Yunhe said as he made a gesture of invitation and led the way.
"It's interesting that there are immortal gods sitting in the Dragon Emperor City!" Gu Fei murmured, seeming to be talking to himself.
However, when Liu Yunhe heard this, he felt awe-struck. This Gu Fei could actually sense the existence of the immortal god in the city. Could it be that... he had already cultivated the body of an immortal god?
Liu Yunhe couldn't see through the cultivation of Gu Fei and others, and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
"Brother Gu, some friends heard that you are coming and want to make friends with you. You see..." Liu Yunhe hesitated, seeming a little embarrassed.
When Gu Fei heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little displeased. Did Liu Yunhe want to give him a show of strength? He had many opponents in the Southern Wilderness.
You know, back then in Dragon Emperor City, Gu Fei could beat the entire young generation of the Southern Wilderness tribes to silence, but he offended many people.
Three hundred years have passed, and those guys are still thinking about me? Gu Fei thought to himself.
He has understood the current situation. The ancient forces have returned strongly, and the forces in the entire cultivation world have been reshuffled. In the Southern Territory, only the Southern Wilderness tribes can compete with the Zhou family, a prehistoric family.
"Qinglong..." Gu Fei thought of this person, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink. Back then, this strong man of the Qinglong clan was a good opponent.
It's a pity that when Gu Fei was about to enter the Void Heaven Realm, he ended up not fighting against the strongest of the younger generation among the hundreds of tribes in the Southern Wilderness. Three hundred years later, how far would this Qinglong have grown if he had not died?
In Dragon Emperor City, melodious music could be heard from the waterside pavilion in the back garden of the city lord's palace. There were charming dancers dancing gracefully. In the middle sat a middle-aged man with a majestic appearance wearing a purple gold crown and a purple python robe.
, and a young man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, less than thirty years old.
The two people sat high up, and there were many people sitting on the left and right sides.
The Prince of Southern Yan arrived at Dragon Emperor City. The King of Southern Wilderness, Yang Yuandao, was in the process of welcoming Prince Yan Wuliang away from the dust. The people present were all outstanding figures among the hundreds of tribes in Southern Wilderness.
In the eyes of the Central Plains Dynasty, the Southern Wilderness was a barbaric land beyond the reach of the Southern Yan Dynasty. The entire Southern Wilderness was like an independent kingdom.
On the surface, the territory of the Southern Wilderness is the territory of the Southern Yan Dynasty, but everyone knows the truth behind it, and the Southern Yan Dynasty cannot control the Southern Wilderness.
The real masters of the Southern Wilderness have been the hundreds of tribes of the Southern Wilderness for thousands of years.
Although the prince of Southern Yan, Yan Wuliang, was dissatisfied with the Southern Wilderness King's act of defiance, he still came to Dragon Emperor City because the recent frequent changes between the hundreds of Southern Wilderness clans and the ancient families of the Southern Wilderness caused the Nanyan Dynasty, one of the three immortal dynasties in the Central Plains, to
, a little uneasy.
Southern Wilderness was originally in a semi-independent state. The king of Southern Wilderness had never respected the royal family. The title of the king was hereditary and the royal family was not allowed to interfere at all.
The prince Yan Wuliang was very dissatisfied with Yang Yuandao because Yang Yuandao pretended to be deaf to his arrival and did not welcome him at all.
Yan Wuliang was less than thirty years old and was already in a high position, expected to become the human emperor of the immortal dynasty. How could he not be angry when he was treated like this?
However, he has been holding back for the past few days. He has already come into contact with some big forces in the city. Today, it is not so much the King of the Southern Wilderness, Yang Yuandao, who is hosting a banquet for Yan Wuliang. It is better to say that Yan Wuliang borrowed Yang Yuandao's place to make friends with hundreds of tribes in the Southern Wilderness.
, to show friendship.
Even though these families are powerful and powerful, they are still nominally the subjects of the Yan Dynasty. Therefore, they will definitely actively allow the younger members of the family to attend, but they are not afraid of offending the Southern Wilderness King Yang Yuandao.
This was a small private gathering, but it was indeed attended by elites from the younger generation of big families.
"Why haven't the people from the Guangcheng Immortal Sect arrived yet?" Yan Wuliang asked a young man in white who was under his command. This man was surprisingly the heir of the Zhou family, Zhou Haoyang, who had been severely repaired by Gu Fei's disciple Gu Zhong in Wu Di.
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This guy only has the cultivation level of Yuxu Peak. Everyone here is stronger than him, but he can sit at Yan Wuliang's hands, which makes everyone here feel a little disdainful.
"Your Highness, don't be impatient. Liu Yunhe said he was going to invite some friends and they should be here soon." Zhou Haoyang said. The Zhou family is an ancient family. Although everyone looks down upon Zhou Haoyang, Zhou Haoyang has an eldest brother who is feared by everyone here.
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"Hmph! Could it be that they are some immortal figures who have just entered the Dragon Emperor City? How could Liu Yunhe hire such a figure for something?" A middle-aged man with a hunched back, a thin face, and a sallow complexion, as if he was malnourished.
said.
The man was sitting there with his back arched as if he were carrying a big turtle shell.
"The person he hired is incredible. I heard that three hundred years ago, this person beat all the outstanding young people of the Southern Wilderness tribes to lose their voices. I don't know if this is the case."
Zhou Haoyang looked lazily at the yellow-faced middle-aged man with a pointed head and narrow forehead and said.
"What……"
All the outstanding figures in the Southern Wilderness present were immediately moved when they heard this, especially a man in green who was sitting under the Southern Wilderness King Yang Yuandao.
"Is that that person?"
"Isn't he missing?"
"There are rumors that he is already dead!"
All the people from the hundreds of tribes in the Southern Wilderness were moved. The yellow-faced middle-aged man who looked like he was carrying a turtle shell was even more excited and stood up suddenly.
"Gu Fei, you're not dead, haha, that's great!" The yellow-faced middle-aged man was hunched over and his body was thin. But at this time, his body exuded a powerful aura, like a giant beast from the wild.
The beast woke up from its slumber.
The singing and dancing singers in the waterside pavilion were immediately frightened and fell to the ground, trembling all over. This powerful aura made these mortals terrified.
"Gui Teng, don't act rashly!" The man in green said in a deep voice.
"Boss Qinglong, I can't wait any longer!" The middle-aged man named Guiteng disappeared directly into the waterside pavilion.
"Your Highness, I, Qinglong, am very satisfied with your surprise!" The man in green also stood up, then walked out of the waterside pavilion and jumped into the air.
"Hmph, Gu Fei, you still dare to come to the Southern Wilderness. This time, I, Feng Qiwu, will trample you under my feet." A beautiful figure filled with fire aura also walked out of the waterside pavilion and soared into the sky.
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Seeing the elites of the Southern Wilderness tribes leaving one after another, Yan Wuliang smiled, but the Southern Wilderness King Yang Yuandao's expression turned ugly.
These people have no need to give face to the king of Nanhuang. They just go as they say without any scruples.
"My lord, your relationship with the Southern Wilderness tribes doesn't seem to be very good!" Yan Wuliang said. If the Southern Wilderness tribes don't support you, you are nothing, Yan Wuliang thought to himself.
"Hmph!" Yang Yuandao, the king of the Southern Wilderness, flicked his sleeves, left his seat, and walked out of the waterside pavilion.
"Let's go out and have a look too!" Yan Wuliang raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, then stood up and walked out of the waterside pavilion.
Zhou Haoyang quickly followed behind Yan Wuliang.
At this time, high in the sky outside the city lord's palace, Gu Fei and his party were intercepted again.
"Guiteng, is that you?" Gu Fei was surprised when he saw the hunchbacked middle-aged man in front of him. That man was Guiteng, the outstanding figure of the Xuanwu clan who fought endlessly with him and was finally defeated by him.
"This guy has the aura of the mythical beast Xuanwu!" After Heitian saw Guiteng, his eyes couldn't help but shine with a bright soul light.
"Gu Fei, you dare to fight!" Gui Teng was defeated by Gu Fei back then. Three hundred years later, he cultivated the true body of Xuanwu. When he saw Gu Fei again, he couldn't wait to separate himself from Gu Fei.
Come down.
"Let's fight!" Gu Fei said calmly.
"call!"
Gui Teng didn't speak anymore, and directly punched forward. The fierce force squeezed the air, and a strong wind appeared out of thin air. The void in front of the fist was squeezed by this force and collapsed.
Same.
"call!"
Gu Fei also punched out without any tricks.
To be continued...