Faced with the contempt of the middle-aged man in silver armor, Gudian Cang was furious: "Zhou Xiong! You Jinlou Holy Sect killed my future holy son of Yungulei Sect. It is an unpardonable crime. Today, you and I will fight to the death!"
"Oh……"
Zhou Xiong looked disdainful and said sarcastically: "Gudian Cang, don't deceive yourself. Yes, our Jinlou Holy Sect did participate in the killing of Chu Fenglei, but the real culprit is not our Jinlou Holy Sect. You
Do you have the guts to seek revenge against those people?"
The real cause of Chu Fenglei's death was that he offended Suoyue.
Suoyue borrowed Suo Hongchen's name, gathered a group of peak myths, and surrounded and killed them.
Lou Qisi of Jinlou Shengzong just happened to meet him.
Gudian Cang didn't go looking for the culprit, but named Jinlou Holy Sect for revenge, not because Jinlou Holy Sect was only a third-class Holy Sect and easier to bully.
Gu Dian Cang was left speechless by Zhou Xiong's refutation. Finally, he became angry and roared and rushed forward.
Two demigods were fighting madly in the void above the Nine Locks Holy Mountain.
Thunder roars!
The rules break down!
Divine light overflows!
The entire Nine Locks Holy Mountain was shaken by the aftermath of their battle.
However, the Nine Locks Sacred Mountain Demigod did not come forward to stop it, but instead let it go.
"Bah, what the hell!"
Qian Cheng spat hard and said with a sneer on his face: "The idiots of Yungulei Sect are really shameless. If they were not afraid of the ancient clan these years, they would have wiped out the sect long ago, and they dared to come to the Nine Locks Holy Sect.
Shouting...forget it, we don't care about him, Brother Xunhuan, come with me..."
Yungu Lei Sect is really in decline.
Even a dandy like Qian Cheng dares to belittle him without taking him seriously.
The Holy Son Xun Huan didn't even take it seriously, and walked away arm in arm with Qian Cheng, not taking this incident to heart at all.
Han Yang calmly glanced into the void.
Just when Gudian Cang appeared, he vaguely noticed a familiar aura.
It seems to be Hai Ziyi?
According to the original plan, Hai Ziyi would not come until half a month later. Why did he suddenly appear now?
Thinking of the grievances between Yungu Lei Sect and Nine Locks Saint Sect Suoyue, Han Yang seemed to understand Hai Ziyi's intention.
"To be able to make a great name as a casual cultivator, he is indeed not an easy person, and he is very quick-thinking."
Han Yang was quite satisfied to have such an awesome teammate.
…
Qiancheng, this dandy, is really in cahoots with the Holy Son who seeks pleasure.
A small banquet on three days, and a big banquet on five days. It is as happy as a fairy.
And as the two of them hosted a banquet on the Nine Locks Holy Mountain, their reputation as fortune tellers began to spread in the Holy Mountain.
Many people came to see him through the introduction of the Holy Son Xunhuan, trying to ask Han Yang to predict the future.
But most of these people were turned away by Han Yang.
This made Saint Son Xunhuan even more happy.
If you give yourself a lifeline but shut out others, doesn't it mean that you are different?
So every time there was a banquet, he would definitely invite Han Yang to attend.
After Qiancheng learned about the power of the fortune-taker from the mouth of Saint Son Xunhuan, he also secretly paid attention to it.
…
Nine Locks Holy Mountain, in a secret realm.
The heroic woman sitting cross-legged slowly opened her eyes, with a hint of impatience in her eyes.
In front of her, a maid knelt on the ground anxiously, kowtowing repeatedly.
The heroic woman sighed and said helplessly: "Tell me, my dear brother, what kind of trouble has he caused that makes you beg me to come to my side..."
This heroic woman is none other than the Saint Suo Wanxin of the Nine Locks Holy Sect.
She has been in seclusion for many years, not caring about worldly affairs. She has already entered the semi-divine realm for many years, and is only one step away from igniting the divine fire.
Not to mention ordinary people, even a few demigod ancestors would not easily disturb her retreat and breakthrough.
Only her brother, Qian Cheng, would disturb her mood every now and then.
It happened that she was born in a poor family before she showed her talent. It was her brother Qiancheng who gave up martial arts and used his resources to support her training, which gave her the opportunity to be valued by the Nine Locks Holy Sect.
The two brothers and sisters have a deep relationship.
No matter how crazy her brother was, she couldn't get into a fit.
The maid replied respectfully: "Young master did not cause trouble this time, but found a master of secrets to deduce the future for you, master..."
"Oh……"
Suo Wanxin was forced to laugh out loud.
This is my brother.
I'm afraid I was deceived by some charlatan again.
I am a dignified Saint of the Holy Sect, half a god, and I need someone else to tell my destiny?
Just when Suo Wanxin was about to refuse, the maid continued: "Young Master said that the Holy Son of the Huanxi Holy Sect is seeking pleasure. Under the guidance of the master, he has already entered the semi-god realm. It can take up to a thousand years to ignite
The fire is on fire..."
"oh?"
Suo Wanxin finally showed a look of surprise.
Her elder brother Qian Cheng was very close to the Holy Son Xun Huan, so she investigated the relevant information about the Holy Son Xun Huan.
According to normal cultivation, it would take at least thousands of years for Saint Xunhuan to be qualified to become a half-god.
Now, has your destiny changed?
"That's it, then, I'll go see him..."
Suo Wanxin had been in seclusion for many years, but still could not ignite the divine fire. He was very upset and thought about it, so he simply went to see this master of secrets.
Suo Wanxin slowly stood up and walked towards the outside of the secret realm.
He asked casually: "Who is the master of Tianji? What is his name? Which holy sect does he come from?"
"This person calls himself a fortune teller and has no sect or sect..."
The maid replied respectfully.
"Poke fortune teller?!"
Suo Wanxin paused slightly, an incredible look flashed in his eyes.
The maid followed Suo Wanxin and did not notice anything strange about Suo Wanxin.
"interesting……"
The next moment, Suo Wanxin raised the corners of his mouth slightly and quickened his pace.
…
On top of the Nine Locks Holy Mountain.
Han Yang was savoring the jade liquid of the Nine Locks Holy Sect.
As expected of a second-class holy sect, any amount of food he eats can increase his cultivation a lot.
It's even faster than the hard work of cultivating in the deserted land.
Liao Yue'er enjoyed the glory of being a "divine fortune teller".
The Xuanbao Holy Sect is a third-class Holy Sect and is far less wealthy than the Nine Locks Holy Sect.
In the past ten days, she has also had a feast.
Across from each other, Qian Cheng and Xun Huan Shengzi were holding beautiful women, chatting and laughing happily.
"Your Majesty..."
At this moment, a maid with a low eyebrow bowed forward and asked for instructions: "The Ancient Cang Demigod of the Yungulei Sect wants to pay homage to the Master of Life..."
The singing and laughter at the banquet suddenly stopped.
God is different!
Even though Qiancheng didn't look down on Gudian Cang, he even made fun of her from time to time.
But everyone knows very well that demigods are demigods and are not from the same world as them.
If it were in front of Gu Dian Cang, Qian Cheng would never even dare to fart.
Demigods would never take a mere True Lord in their eyes.
At this time, Gudian Cang actually wants to see the fortune teller?
And it was in the form of a visit, not a condescending summons.
This made several peak myths present look at Han Yang in surprise.
Qiancheng was stunned for a moment, waved all the singers and dancers to retreat, and then said: "Why don't you invite the ancient demigod..."
In that battle more than ten days ago, Gu Dian Cang and Zhou Xiong were in a deadlock, which greatly changed many people's impression of Gu Dian Cang.
Qiancheng didn't dare to wait any longer.
All the true kings in the hall stood up to show their respect for the demigods.
Liao Yuer'er wiped her mouth with a blank look on her face and stood up.
Only Han Yang still held the wine glass and tasted it carefully, leisurely and motionless.
Soon, with the sound of footsteps, the light of thunder loomed, and a majestic man stepped into the ancient palace.