In the main hall of the Qi Palace, there were singing and dancing, and drinking and drinking.

Beautiful girl wearing pink gauze under the lower body, her steps are light and her dance is beautiful and charming.

Yang Zheng knelt comfortably on the soft animal fur blanket. Princess Linglong was arranged next to her to help him pour wine and add vegetables.

Yang Zheng's eyes seemed confused, as if he was immersed in the beautiful singing and dancing in front of him, but his mind was clear and his squinting eyes were quietly looking at King Qi and the two monks beside him.

Xiao Shukuang was on the left and Chen Ruoyan was on the right. The two were not interested in singing and dancing in the hall, and were also secretly looking at the two monks.

"My brother, please!"

King Qi bowed his hand from afar, raised his head and drank a glass of Chinese American wine, raised his empty cup, and signaled to Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng also raised his glass and drank it all, smiled, and after Princess Linglong added a good wine to her, he gave her a glass of toast.

"Your Highness King Qi, Princess Linglong, thank you for your kind hospitality today. I am very happy. It's still late. If Your Highness has nothing else to do, I should say goodbye."

Yang Zheng put down his wine glass and prepared to get up and say goodbye.

The King of Qi obviously had something to do, but he never said it. He just kept treating it with singing, dancing and fine wine. Seeing that it was already the end of Xu, Yang Zheng didn't want to continue to waste time with him.

The King of Qi's eyes flashed and he clapped his hands.

The beautiful maids in the hall bowed their heads and retreated. In a short while, only a few people were left in the entire hall.

"It's still early, the real show hasn't started yet, why bother timidly go back?"

The King of Qi smiled and looked at the two immortal cultivators beside him.

"Oh? There is still a good show? Then I have to take a good look."

Yang Zheng sat back again and looked at King Qi and the monks beside him leisurely.

"Since my brother is also a monk, I believe that the two strange cultivators I recruited should have a common topic. Master Zhang, why not show me a show for me to show my brother Yang to help me to be happy?"

King Qi bowed to the younger monk on the right.

"Haha, then I'll be ugly."

The monk was named Zhang Lu. He smiled, got up and walked out of the seat, came to the hall, and bowed to the few people.

But he gently patted the storage bag around his waist, and a scroll floated out, but it was a pair of ink paintings, with a beautiful and graceful woman on it.

Although the brush and ink on the scroll are simple, the woman painted is lifelike.

The woman had a charming figure, her eyebrows and eyes were full of affection, and her charming appearance made people feel endless reverie.

Taoist Zhang Lu pointed to a scroll, and in an instant, strands of colorful rays of light came out, followed by a ball of pink scent that spread out from the scroll.

The next moment, the woman in the scroll slowly walked out of the pink aura!

No matter what you see or see through your eyes, you cannot tell whether it is a real person or an illusion.

The ethereal sound of the piano came from nowhere. The woman danced gracefully with the song on the scroll, her posture was enchanting and her charming charming, her skin was full of beauty, her face was extremely beautiful, her frown and smiled, charming all living beings.

In the lobby, everyone was stunned and snatched by it!

The music gradually turned high and the beautiful woman jumped out of the scroll, and walked to Yang Zheng's side, reached out to touch Yang Zheng's cheek, her eyes were as charming as silk, and her emotions were filled with emotion.

Yang Zheng smiled silently, allowing the woman to dance around him, and his charming look was unmoved.

The beautiful woman's expression turned into loss and resentment. She waved her sleeves and returned to the scroll slowly. She looked back at Yang Zheng and stared at him. In the faint water eyes, there seemed to be endless sadness and feelings.

She turned around and sank into the scroll and disappeared.

Zhang Lu smiled slightly, slowly closed the scroll, walked to Yang Zheng's desk, and handed the scroll to Yang Zheng.

"I didn't expect that the Tao Fairy, the treasured Taoist Taoist, has always been a man of mortality, but today I fell in love with His Royal Highness at first sight. Since this is the case, I simply became a beauty and gave this Taoist Taoist Taoist to the prince, hoping to accept it with a smile."

Princess Linglong, who was kneeling beside Yang Zheng, looked at Zhang Lu with some dissatisfaction, but didn't say much.

"Since it is a treasure of fellow Taoist Zhang, how can Yang win over what he loves? I dare not collect this spiritual scroll."

Yang Zheng did not take the scroll, but politely refused.

"What? Could it be that His Highness the Prince looked down on me?"

Zhang Lu's face changed slightly and he said unhappy.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang is so serious. The so-called "no merit" will not receive any reward. If Yang reads it correctly, your picture is a special spiritual weapon, right? How could such a precious treasure be given to others for free?"

Yang Zheng smiled faintly and shook his head.

"Yang really didn't know that he had such a great face and could get such a rare treasure given to fellow Taoists."

Zhang Lu's face changed again and he looked at the King of Qi in the upper head.

The King of Qi laughed dryly and said, "This thing is a big purchase for me. It is a meeting gift specially prepared by my king and my beloved concubine for my brother. Please do not refuse."

"Yes, this is indeed a gift specially prepared by the prince and his sister for you. Don't refuse."

Princess Qi, Yang Xuanlin, who was standing beside him, also explained with apologies.

"Since that's the case, I'll bear it. Thank you, the prince, for your love."

Yang Zheng pondered for a moment, bowed to King Qi and Yang Xuanlin separately, and then took the Peach Fairy Spirit Scroll from Zhang Lu and placed it beside the table.

"Your Highness, I have also accepted the gift. I wonder what arrangements do you have?"

"Hahaha, my good brother is quick to speak, so I won't hide it. To be honest, I and my beloved concubine have something to ask for. I hope my good brother can help me."

The King of Qi said with a smile.

"Please speak." Yang Zheng looked at King Qi with a calm expression.

"I heard that my brother had been to Jiugong Mountain when he was in Xiangyang, but I wonder if it was right or not?"

The King of Qi looked at Yang Zheng without saying a word and asked slowly.

When asked this, Zhang Lu and Wang Fu, another monk beside King Qi, all looked at Yang Zheng, with his eyes flashing, and a strange look in his eyes.

Yang Zheng glanced at the three of them, nodded slowly and said, "Not bad."

This matter is actually no secret now, and there is no need to cover it up anymore.

The expression of King Qi was nothing. When the two monks heard this, their eyes lit up at the same time, and their expressions showed excitement.

"I wonder if Your Highness, have you ever seen such a relic in her?"

Wang Fu couldn't wait to slap the storage bag, took out a golden bead the size of a pigeon egg, and asked Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng looked at the beads in Wang Fu's hand in surprise, nodded and said, "I have indeed seen them, but why do Fellow Daoist Wang have such relics in his hand?"

After receiving Yang Zheng's affirmative answer, Wang Fu and Zhang Lu were both overjoyed.

"Hahaha, OK, that thing is indeed in Zuzhou!"

When the others in the hall heard this, they looked at each other, even the King of Qi was no exception.

"Master Wang Xian, Xiao Wang is becoming more and more confused as he hears it. Are you two?"

"Prince, this thing is an infinite relics. It was once left by a great monk from the West when he was transformed. There were originally eight pieces scattered all over the world. It was originally a token used by Buddhism to find the whereabouts of the eight heavenly dragon balls. If Your Highness can obtain the eight heavenly dragon balls, he can use this pearl to condense the luck of heavenly dragons, and great things will be expected!"

Wang Fu, who was sitting next to King Qi, then used his spiritual sense to quietly say to King Qi.

He thought that neither Yang Zheng nor Chen Ruoyan could hear his spiritual sense transmission, but he did not know that with Yang Zheng's current spiritual sense realm, he could easily hear his words clearly without making any sound.

Hearing this news, Yang Zheng was naturally shocked, but his face was still silent, and he still looked confused. He looked at King Qi and others, as if waiting for their explanation.

When the King of Qi heard this, he was immediately happy, but because Yang Zheng and others were there, he tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, looking at Wang Fu with a gaze, waiting for his next sentence.

"Since this kid has been to the ruins of Amitabha Buddha Temple and has seen that relic. If you want to find this treasure, you may still have to fall on him."

The king of king continued to send a voice to King Qi.

King Qi nodded slightly and glanced at Yang Zheng with a smile.

"Fortunately, he accepted the spirit scroll and waited for him to go to Youyan area. We will cast spells again and find the clues for the next step from him. At that time, we will find the pearl for His Highness!"

The King of Qi nodded again, then laughed, concealed his emotions, and said to Wang Fu: "Two immortal masters, why not explain to the prince? You see, he is still a little confused."

"Haha, it should."

Wang Fu nodded, then looked at Yang Zheng and explained to him.

"Your Highness the Prince doesn't know that this thing was left by a great monk from the West in the past. He was originally used to suppress a big devil. I believe that Your Highness the Prince must have seen that devil. I was ordered by my master to go down the mountain to eradicate the devil. Therefore, this question is not necessary to worry too much."

"Oh? There is such a thing? However, Yang felt that with the cultivation of the two immortal masters, he might not be able to complete the mission of eliminating demons? After all, in Yang's opinion, the devil has now at least recovered to the foundation-building stage, and the two should not have built a foundation yet. How can he eradicate him?"

Yang Zheng pretended to be puzzled and said with a serious face.

"It is said that it is a mere devil in the foundation-building stage, and the old demon of the Nascent Soul, and we two brothers can also subdue him. Haha, it's not to be concealed. Although we seem to have only the cultivation level of Qi refining, we actually have another magic weapon given by the master. As long as we sacrifice that magic weapon to subdue this demon, it's no problem!"

Zhang Lu said proudly.

"So that's it. I wonder which sect the two Taoist priests came to? As far as Yang knows, the cultivator with the highest cultivation level in the entire Ancestral Continental Immortal Cultivation World is afraid that there is only the Foundation Establishment Stage? I really don't know which sect has magic weapons and other treasures?"

Yang Zheng asked curiously.

"Hehehe, we are not native to Zuzhou, and the mountain gate is not nearby. It is normal for the prince to not know about it."

Wang Fu beat him up and said casually.

"I didn't expect that the two of them were foreign experts, who were disrespectful and disrespectful!"
To be continued...