The heroic voice appeared. Except for the young man in black who remained indifferent, the other five people all cast their gazes into the air.
The young man surnamed Emperor just glanced at it and then turned his head again, with a faint smile, looking at the purple-clothed woman beside him, as if he wanted to see what kind of face she had under that veil.
The big man with the beard snorted disdainfully and stared at the visitor with his eyes wide open.
The woman in purple seemed a little surprised, let out a light sigh, then lowered her head, wondering what she was thinking.
Feng Jinghong was the most surprised because the person who came was actually Pang Wuliang!
"Brother Pang!"
"Hahahaha, it turns out to be Brother Feng. I didn't expect you to be here one step ahead of me!"
Pang Wuliang heard Feng Jinghong's voice in the air, laughed, and was about to come over!
"Brother Pang, be careful, don't resist, just sit where you are!"
Feng Jinghong stopped Pang Wuliang and turned her eyes to the two iron men.
"Haha, I almost forgot, there are two puppets guarding the road in this wretched place!"
Pang Buliang's fluttering figure suddenly stopped, as if he knew how powerful the two irons were, he smiled awkwardly and landed on the slightly convex stone platform.
"Without permission, you are not allowed to step out of the circle of light beneath your feet!"
The same cold and emotionless words came from the two iron men.
"If I hadn't been able to defeat you, I would have chopped you up right away!"
Pang Wuliang glared fiercely at the two iron men next to the stone steps to the sky, and said angrily.
"Brother Pang just said that these two armored men are puppets?"
This was the first time Feng Jinghong heard about puppets, and she felt a little curious.
"Brother Feng, don't you know? The guardians of the Jiuji Road to Heaven are these two iron men made of muddy iron crystals. They are also puppets. They have such powerful strength that monks at the Golden Core Stage cannot resist them!"
Although Pang Wuliang said this, his eyes were shining with eagerness to try.
When Feng Jinghong heard what Pang Wuliang said, she knew that he had heard it from the elders of the family, nodded and smiled, and said nothing.
"Hey, you're actually here too? Didn't you ask me about Brother Feng? Hey, he's right there!"
Pang Wuliang was like a curious baby, unable to sit still at all. He looked around, turned his head and saw Ye Qingxin sitting on his side, and said in surprise.
"Thank you sir for telling me, I already know."
After Ye Qingxin finished speaking, she gently closed her eyes.
"Brother Feng, this?"
Pang Wuliang turned his attention to Feng Jingwan again, and Feng Jinghong had no choice but to wag his finger at him, indicating that he would talk later.
"Ah! You, why are you here too!"
Pang Wuliang looked at the purple-clothed woman next to the young man surnamed Emperor, and suddenly shouted and jumped up from the ground, as if he had seen something that frightened him.
"Why can't the slave family be here? Brother Yuantong is really so cruel?"
The girl in purple opened her mouth, and Feng Jinghong felt a numbness all over her body. The warm voice was like the spring breeze in March, making her bones numb.
"Sister Qingqian, can you call me brother Wuliang? You are such an adult and you still call me by your nickname. Where do you want me to put my face? Also, please speak well and speak in a normal voice. Don't do this, I can't stand it."
"Haha, they turned out to be a young couple. It's really interesting. Mr. Emperor, I'm afraid you're in trouble!"
The bearded man from the Poison King Valley smiled proudly, as if he was excited by the humiliation of bowing to the young man named Emperor.
"I'll make you laugh later. If you don't smile like a flower, I won't let you go easily!"
The woman in purple suddenly turned her head and scolded.
"I also want to learn from the masters of Poison King Valley to see if your skills are as good as your words!"
The young man surnamed Emperor didn't understand the relationship between the woman in purple and Pang Wuliang. He suddenly became angry and stared at the bearded man with sharp eyes.
"Pang also wants to play with this brother, no one can compete with me for a while!"
Pang Wuliang had just arrived. Although he didn't quite understand the current situation, looking at Feng Jinghong's gloating smile, he naturally understood that this big man from the Poison King Valley was not popular here, not to mention that the purple woman was dissatisfied first, so she also spoke out
provocatively.
"I, I don't mean anything else."
No matter how stupid the bearded man was, he knew he had offended the public, so he muttered, but unfortunately no one was willing to pay attention to him. Only Feng Jinghong looked at him with a smile.
"Boy, I will never let go of you!"
This is what Feng Jinghong saw from the resentful eyes of the bearded man.
Hehe! Feng Jinghong smiled softly, shook her finger disdainfully at the bearded man, stopped provoking him, and turned her head to pay attention to the remaining two positions.
"It seems that the slave family is late!"
Not long after, a charming smile fell from the sky. Not only did Feng Jinghong and others looked up, but even the young man in black who had only opened his eyes once couldn't help but open his bloody eyes again and looked at the woman who fell from the sky.
She has white hair reaching her waist, a black gauze covering her body, and a pair of bare feet that look extremely beautiful. The red rope on the bare part of her right foot looks even brighter under the snow-white skin, full of temptation.
"Sister Youyou!"
Feng Jinghong cried out in surprise. He didn't expect Youyou to come here as well.
Yes, the person who came was none other than the great disciple of Qingming Peak of the Yingui Sect, Youyou.
Hearing Feng Jinghong's voice, everyone knew that the stunning beauty in front of them was named Youyou. Except for Ye Qingxin and the woman in purple, the others nodded unconsciously. It seemed that only this name was worthy of this peerless enchantress.
"Miss Youyou has invited me. I come from Donghua Imperial Capital, my surname is Emperor, and I am Emperor Jiutian!"
A look of greed flashed in the eyes of the young man surnamed Emperor. He gently shook the feather fan in his hand and stated his name completely for the first time.
"It turns out that he is the most famous young master in the imperial capital. He is the descendant of the ninth prime minister of the Donghua Dynasty, Emperor Jiutian. No wonder he is so arrogant. Such an identity and background are enough to make him proud of his peers."
Not only Feng Jinghong thought so, almost everyone in the venue had such thoughts.
"Your Majesty, you're welcome. My little girl, Youyou, has met Mr. Emperor."
Youyou smiled slightly, slightly raising the corners of her mouth, revealing a heart-stirring smile.
Everyone present, except for Feng Jinghong, who was accustomed to it, everyone else was stunned and a little drunk.
"Hey, Sister Youyou's charm skills are becoming more and more exquisite, and she is becoming more and more charming. I don't know which man is so lucky to kiss her."
Feng Jinghong chuckled, but there was an inexplicable bitterness in her heart.
Um?
I don’t know if Youyou saw through the bitterness behind Feng Jinghong’s smile, but she actually winked at him mischievously and stuck out her tongue. At this moment, the whole place was boiling. Feng Jinghong clearly heard the cursory words of the bearded man beside him.
There were gasping and swallowing sounds.
"This is going to be hard for me. With so many people, I will definitely be regarded as a thorn in their side."
Feng Jinghong really smiled bitterly this time. He turned around and looked forward. As he expected, except for Pang Wuliang, the other men present had more or less a faint hostility towards him. Even the man in black
The young man also glanced at him with his blood-red eyes.
"It seems that Zhan is late, haha!"
The wild laughter broke Feng Jinghong's embarrassment. Following Youyou, the last seat was also occupied.