Twelve of them have become the strongholds of the twelve top sects.
In another underground palace.
Feng Qingxuan, the divine son of the White Tiger clan in the Hall of Heroes, was lying on a dragon throne.
A scent of fragrance rises from the crane-shaped incense burners that are as tall as one person on both sides of the dragon throne.
It's the smell of ambergris and agarwood mixed together.
Ambergris has been a spice reserved for emperors since ancient times.
As for Qinan Agarwood, even today, the price is 350,000 to 50,000 grams.
In the bellies of the two crane incense burners, there is a ball of natural ambergris and natural phoenix the size of a basin.
Even if we search the entire earth for five thousand years, we will never be able to find natural spices that are larger or of higher quality than this.
To say it is a priceless treasure is an underestimation.
But Feng Qingxuan's expression was not very good.
Even a bit sinister.
"What kind of crap is this? Take it away and it will smoke me to death."
The old man in black standing on one side immediately raised his hand.
The heads of the two top sects were now the humblest servants. With their waists bent at a ninety-degree angle, like Japanese women, they stepped forward with small steps. They didn't even care about the hot incense burner, so they picked it up and left.
While walking, I didn't dare to make even the slightest sound. There was only a slight rustling sound when my clothes rubbed against each other.
Feng Qingxuan's face improved a little. He raised his hand to pick up the teacup at hand, took a sip and said lightly:
"Is there any news from Feng Zinan?"
The old man in black was silent for a moment and said softly:
"No news yet, but it should be tonight."
Feng Qingxuan smiled softly:
"Let them make trouble. The bigger the trouble, the more fun it will be. I'll just watch the show."
The old man in black seemed a little confused and asked:
"Son of God, the Chu family is as humble as a pig or a dog, why do you still...!"
Feng Qingxuan smiled and said:
"What do you want to say? How can Chu Lexian, who is not even an ant, be qualified to represent my identity? You are overthinking, I am just using him as a cover, haha, but I never thought that Feng
Zinan and Feng Wuchen were so smart, they managed to do this with just a few clicks. I originally thought that I could kill Su Mu easily, but it backfired. Feng Heguang actually entered the world. Haha, it’s fun. It’s so fun.
ah."
The old man in black frowned and asked:
"You want the Son of God to stay on the ancestral planet? But when we left the Hall of Valor, we didn't take away enough power."
"Do you need me to take action? Just..."
Feng Qingxuan paused and said with a smile:
"What's the saying here? A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. I won't touch the wind and light, but Su Mu must die. If he doesn't die, when he really takes over as the inspector, he will have the opportunity to return to the Hall of Valor.
Qualifications, haha, regardless of whether he is a descendant of the pure-blooded race back then, he will not be able to take a step forward to the Hall of Valor."
"The eight great sons of gods are enough."
The old man in black frowned and said:
"Son of God, what we should worry about most is Feng Jiuyou. Don't forget that he is the previous generation of the Qinglong clan... cough cough."
Feng Qingxuan snorted coldly:
"A mere Feng Jiuyou is nothing."
The old man in black hesitated to speak, but glanced at Feng Qingxuan and closed his mouth again.
My son of God is good at everything, but he likes to play some intrigues and tricks, and lacks a bit of upright domineering.
Just like now.
Feng Zinan from the Xuanwu clan was tricked into going to Dongyang to trouble Su Mu's women. Feng Wuchen, the son of the Suzaku clan, was tricked into tricking Su Mu into using two broken pills.
Do you think you can just watch the excitement and enjoy the benefits?
However, don't forget that China has always been the sphere of influence of the Qinglong clan.
The Qinglong clan has indeed become a sick tiger, but a sick tiger is not a sick cat.
He's so arrogant that he won't fall down.
"Aren't you afraid that...Waguang Shenzi will cause trouble for you?"
Feng Qingxuan said with a smile on his face:
"I expect him to come to me and cause trouble, but he can't do it. Even if he is known as the strongest of the eight contemporary gods in the Hall of Heroes, he can't do it. Haha, the Qinglong clan's vitality has been severely damaged for more than two hundred years, and it has been suppressed and beaten by our three clans.
In this generation, Feng Heguang actually stole the limelight, which is really... ironic."
A look of ferocity suddenly flashed across Feng Qingxuan's handsome face, and then he returned to his original state and said softly:
"Tell Fan Yang to send two dead soldiers to intercept Feng Zinan, and then send two more dead soldiers to pretend to be Feng Wuchen's people to intercept Feng Heguang."
The old man in black was stunned for a moment, then suggested:
"Arrange two more dead soldiers to pretend to be members of the Qinglong clan to assassinate you."
Feng Qingxuan suddenly burst into laughter:
"Yes, go ahead. If there is any news from Feng Zinan, let me know immediately. I also want to see how miserable those women in Su Mu will be played by that lunatic Feng Zinan."
If the time goes back to London, Su Mu will definitely agree to the various perverted requests put forward by the fat man and go to the Holy See headquarters to fight back.
Not to mention asking for control of his body, even if the fat man wanted to touch his anus, he would admit it through gritted teeth.
Anyway, he is the host of Fatty, and Fatty is not a human being. At most, it is a mobile phone with an IQ, which is equivalent to pinching a smartphone between your buttocks... right?
The fat man used puppet tricks to help him conquer eight super bodyguards and saved not only Mr. Ye but a few people.
If something went wrong between Ye Wanqiu and Ning Yan, Su Mu would probably break the news.
At this time, Mr. Ye was chatting with Professor Ning in the living room.
She was wearing pajamas, with her left hand on her slender waist, her belly slightly pushed forward, and her right hand constantly rubbing her belly. She looked like she was eight months pregnant, and she was shaking in front of Professor Ning.
Ning Yan felt flustered for a while.
"Tell me, are you pregnant? I'm counting the days! If I'm pregnant, will it be a son or a daughter?"
Professor Ning curled up her beautiful legs, and the fashion magazines in her hands no longer smelled good.
She was depressed, but looked at Mr. Ye with a half-smile but not a smile:
"Drinking and getting pregnant is not good for the child."
Mr. Ye gritted his teeth and was about to speak...!
A sarcastic and frivolous voice suddenly sounded in the living room:
"She is indeed stunning, but her status is too humble, but it is so exciting to play with."
A cold wind blew up out of thin air, and Mr. Ye and Professor Ning saw a handsome man about 1.9 meters tall, wearing an ancient white robe and with hair that reached his waist, walking in from the door.
It's as if he is the master of this world, as if there is no one in it.
Mr. Ye felt that the hairs all over his body were standing on end.
Professor Ning was also frightened, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
The handsome young man in front of him had an extremely lustful aura all over his body.
Danger.
Extremely dangerous!
Every cell in their bodies seemed to be roaring in despair.
It felt like two well-fed little white rabbits were released into the wild and suddenly encountered the most ferocious tiger.
Ye Wanqiu and Ning Yan looked at each other in horror, their teeth chattering.
I don't know how to describe that kind of despair and fear, but I can really feel it.
"Haha, I can feel your fear and despair!"
"However, you will find that fear and despair are just...appetizers."
"I am the divine son of the Xuanwu clan, Feng Zinan."
"You also don't understand what the Xuanwu clan means."
"You just need to know that to you, I am God."
"Yes, I am God."
Feng Zinan walked towards Ye Wanqiu and Ning Yan step by step.