Half a year later, in front of Zhenling Palace.

A huge flying boat landed steadily on the square in front of the temple.

Compared with the common flying boats in the Southern Barbarians, this flying boat is significantly larger. However, the mini version of the one in Changchun Valley is slightly smaller, but it is still more than 180 feet long. The poop is like a huge palace, with carved beams and painted pillars, cornices and brackets, and no place.

It's not that it's decorated gorgeously and exquisitely.

If the Southern Barbarians pay attention to the use of the flying boat, then it is a complete luxury product, which seems to indicate the huge gap between the concepts of the Southern Barbarians and the Middle Earth.

On both sides of the ship, there were huge flags hanging down, embroidered with emblems similar to those of the Zhenling Sect.

The difference between the two is that the Zhenling Sect's four spirits are united into one fusion style, representing the four major inheritances, while the Xianling Sect's four spirits are transformed into saints and merged into one fairy spirit.

The latter is the emblem of the Immortal Spirit Sect.

At this moment, Lu Zhong was joining Shui Ni to welcome the visitors from the Xianling Sect.

After a while, the flying boat was parked.

A platform stretched out from the side of the ship and soon unfolded into a staircase.

A huge team came out from inside.

At the head are two teams of Qingyou, who are responsible for clearing the way in front. All of them are in the foundation-building stage. They each hold a platinum flag in their hands, with the emblem of the Immortal Spirit Sect embroidered on it.

Then there was a group of uniformly dressed Jindan Daoist people. There were twelve people in total, twice as many as the Zhenling Sect's Danjie elders. Although each one of them was looking ahead, they were obviously using it.

From the corner of his eye, he looked at everything around him vaguely.

When the twelve Immortal Spirit Sect members were standing still and the fairy drums were playing, a rich female cultivator in gorgeous palace clothes appeared. Accompanied by a young man with a jade crown, she walked slowly

Exit the spacecraft hatch.

When she saw Shui Ni greeting her in front of the hall, the female cultivator showed a kind smile.

Looking at this woman's appearance, Lu Zhong found that she was somewhat similar to Shui Ni. When the two came together to talk, he realized that the person sent by the Xianling Sect this time was actually related to Shui Ni.

His maternal great-grandmother, Zhenjun Fengmiao of the Xuanfeng lineage of the Xianling Sect.

Judging from her aura that was several times stronger than Shui Ni's, she was obviously a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Although I am far away in China, I often hear about the deeds of fellow Taoists. I never thought that fellow Taoists in Nanman could create such a great foundation on their own. If Rui'er is still here, I'm afraid I will be very relieved...

Hahaha, let’s not talk about these old sesame things. This time the sect sent people to Nanman, I was the first to agree! I hope we can take care of us during the next trip to the Temple of Ten Thousand Witches." Zhenjun Fengmiao smiled

said.

With that said, she turned to look at Lu Zhong.

He looked at Shui Ni again, and after noticing the strange look on her face, he seemed to understand something.

"This is your apprentice Lu Zhong, right? He is indeed a talented person, and his cultivation has reached the realm of false infants. He is almost the same as my eldest disciple Feng Huanyu... If not, let him compete with my apprentice.

How about adding some fun to this wonderful day?"

Shui Ni's complexion changed slightly when he heard this.

He didn't even look at the jade-faced young man.

He refused directly.

Whether it was a show of force or a deliberate test. Even if she felt in her heart that Lu Zhong would have a higher chance of winning, she did not intend to let the two of them compete.

"I'm afraid I will disappoint fellow Daoist Feng. My disciple has just broken through and needs to stabilize his cultivation, so now is not the right time to discuss."

"That, that's really a pity..." Feng Miao said with a faint smile.

Then she never mentioned the matter and was accompanied by Shui Ni into the True Spirit Palace.

In order to welcome the visitors from the Xianling Sect, Shui Ni specially prepared a banquet of delicacies to welcome the Lord Fengmiao. After giving the order, the maids came up with the dishes in their hands like flowing water.

During the process, the two of them inevitably talked about the Temple of Ten Thousand Witches.

Thanks to the help of Guimiao Xianzong, the progress of the thirteen traction towers was greatly accelerated, so that it took less than twenty years to nearly complete. Once the most important traction tower is completed, it will not take long for the traction towers to be completed.

The secret formation of Xuandu Yintian was set up.

At that time, they will be officially led down to the Wanwu Palace.

Feng Miao and his party came here just for the Temple of Ten Thousand Witches.

Next, the chat continued.

Most of them were records in the classics about the Temple of Ten Thousand Witches. Lu Zhong stood aside and listened carefully. At this time, he noticed a line of sight full of cryptic vision coming towards him, but it was the great disciple of Zhenjun Feng Miao. From the moment he got off the boat, this person

He just kept looking at him secretly.

It feels like measuring the strength of an opponent.

"opponent……"

Lu Zhong chewed this word over and over, and he seemed to understand a little bit why Zhenjun Feng Miao asked him to compete with Feng Huanyu just now. He was afraid that he had encountered another bloody plot.

Love rival?

Oh, you are not worthy yet!

Lu Zhong was too lazy to pay attention to Feng Huanyu.

Unexpectedly, this move made the other party feel slighted.

Feng Huanyu, who was born in a family of immortal cultivators and is the true successor of Yuanying, has always thought highly of himself. How could he tolerate Lu Zhong looking down on him like this?

You must know that in his eyes, the Southern Barbarians are an alien and barbaric land.

Although he has the same cultivation level as himself, Feng Huanyu believes that as he was born in Middle-earth and received the same training and teachings as a disciple of the Immortal Sect, he will definitely have an overwhelming advantage in strength.

In a real fight, Lu Zhong can be defeated in less than ten rounds.

Just when Feng Huanyu was holding back and didn't know how to react, a maid who came to pour the wine failed to control her strength, causing the hops in the cup to stir a little.

In Middle-earth, this is a big mistake that can cost your life!

Feng Huanyu did not dare to provoke a conflict with Lu Zhong without the order of his master, but he still had the courage to vent his anger on a maid.

"Be bold!"

Without thinking, a spiritual finger popped out.

This spirit is named "Soul-killing Snap Finger", which is specially designed to kill the souls of monks. It can be used at banquets to avoid scenes of blood and flesh splattering.

A set of movements flowed smoothly, just like at home.

But he never thought that the spiritual finger was intercepted by a small green dragon in the middle, and he bit it into pieces and swallowed it. After finishing the soul-destroying finger, he shook his head and tail and returned it to Lu Zhong's hand, turning it into a rod again.

A small cyan flag covered with mysterious patterns.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I am a guest from afar, and the maid made a mistake, how can I trouble Taoist friend Feng to take action?" Lu Zhong didn't even look at Feng Huanyu's expression, nor did he.

Ignoring the sudden change in his expression, he turned around and looked at the pale-faced maid, waving his hand and saying: "Go down and go to the General Affairs Hall to receive your punishment."

Then, he bowed to Shui Ni and said: "This disciple overstepped his authority, please forgive me, Master!"

How could Shui Ni blame anything? On the contrary, she felt grateful that it was too late, otherwise Feng Huanyu would have killed someone in public. The person who was really embarrassed was actually her, the ancestor of the Zhenling Sect.

He was punished with a glass of wine and the matter was immediately revealed.

Next to him, Zhenjun Fengmiao, acted as if nothing had happened.

During this period, several rounds of drinks were added, and all kinds of spiritual food were changed several times. It was not until late at night that the feast finally came to an end.

…

In the bedroom.

Shui Ni let out a long breath.

Looking at Lu Zhong, she patted her chest and said, "If it weren't for you here today, I'm afraid my teacher would be really embarrassed. I don't know how much trouble this will cause in the future."

"Disciple..." Lu Zhong spoke, but was interrupted by Shui Ni. She chuckled and said, "In private from now on, you and I should not refer to each other as master and disciple. Let's just refer to you and me."

Then, Shui Ni pulled out the hairpin and let the black hair hang down like a waterfall, reminding: "This time you have hated Feng Huanyu. Although he did not dare to directly initiate a conflict, he might instruct the Xianling Sect to form a pill to take action.

According to my master's understanding of this person, this is very likely to happen... So, when you go back later, be careful! If you really run into trouble, don't worry about anything, just kill him.

"

"Yeah." Lu Zhong replied.

Then the two of them talked about the Temple of Ten Thousand Witches.

Seeing that the traction tower is about to be completed, the battle between the Daomen side and Changchun Valley seems to be to determine the final winner. It has also reached a fever stage. The two sides are fighting in the Burial Snowfield on the border of Yanzhen Sect and Changchun Valley every day.

Hundreds of monks were killed or injured.

According to Shui Ni, this is just a proxy war started by Qingxu Guan and Yongsheng Palace behind the two parties in order to determine the right to speak of Wanwu Palace.

In other words, the monks killed and injured on both sides are meaningless.

"Fortunately we are in the third party camp..." Lu Zhongmo said.

However, the Fairy Spirit Sect, which dominates the third party camp, does not seem to pay attention to the True Spirit Sect, and still maintains the arrogance of the Middle Earth. Otherwise, the scene at the reception of the Wind and Cleansing Dust Banquet today would not have happened.

Just as I was thinking about it, I already had a delicate body in my arms.
To be continued...