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Chapter 471

Yuanshen soaking in wine is a treatment that many people dare not even think about, and it is also an idea that others dare not have. I am afraid that the ancients.

The corner of Yan Guiyun's mouth twitched fiercely and shouted: "You are too presumptuous, now I will let you know the consequences of offending the Jidao Immortal Sect!"

After saying that, golden light appeared on Yan Guiyun's body, and he was as dazzling as a sun. A golden knife flew out from the top of his head, which was a magic weapon that he had sacrificed with his own soul. When the golden knife was chopped down, the golden knife glowed

Can tear space apart.

Mo Ximen snorted coldly and raised the Mo Mei Sword again.

"Slow down!" At this time, a shout came from nowhere, and a five-color ribbon flew over, wrapped around the golden sword, and dissolved the sword's light into form.[

A woman in yellow clothes fell gracefully, with a perfect figure, waist and hips, and an intoxicating face like a perfect work of art drawn by heaven. Five-color ribbons were wrapped around her exquisite body, and the glow shone. The appearance of this woman in yellow clothes

, immediately eclipsed all the women present, even Lu Zihan could not compare with this beautiful woman.

"You two, today is an important day for our Xuantian Dance Pavilion. If you have any grudges, we will settle them after the banquet is over." The woman in yellow said crisply. Although she was warning the two of them, her tone was still

But she looks so charming and charming that it makes your bones go numb.

"It turns out to be Miss Wanqing." Yan Guiyun put away the golden knife and solemnly held it in his hand.

"Master Yan, please bear with me." said the woman in yellow named Wan Qing.

"Who is this woman?" Zhuge Buliang asked Moximen quietly.

"He is the eldest sister of Xuantian Wu Pavilion, and his cultivation level is not inferior to mine." Mo Ximen said in a low voice.

Zhuge Buliang's pupils shrank. It turned out that the eldest sister mentioned by Miao Xianji and Caixuan was this person. Is she the owner of Xuantian Dance Pavilion?

Yan Guiyun said: "Miss Wanqing, it's not that I don't understand the etiquette, but this person went too far. Not only did he openly kill the disciples of my Ji Dao Immortal Sect, but he also used their souls to make wine!" As he said,

Yan Guiyun did not forget to give Zhuge Buliang a fierce look.

Wan Qing turned around and glanced at Zhuge Buliang, her dark eyebrows like distant mountains immediately frowned, and then looked at Ximen Mo: "It turns out that Young Master Mo is here too."

"Hehehe, Miss Wanqing is so polite, this is my friend." Mo Ximen said.

Wan Qing looked at Zhuge Buliang with a smile on her face and said, "This friend looks so familiar, I don't know what to call him?"

"Zhuge is not bright."

"Oh? It turns out that it's the fire control master who has recently become a powerful figure in the Southern Region, and he is actually giving me a gift." Wan Qing said with an intoxicating smile, "But my friend, what you did was really lacking in etiquette."

"Etiquette?" Zhuge Buliang sneered: "They want to cause trouble for me. Do I masturbate normally? I'm sorry and said the wrong thing. Do I need etiquette to defend myself?"

Wan Qing's beautiful face was still full of smiles, and she said: "Today is my big banquet at Xuantian Dance Pavilion. The little girl doesn't want to see anything bad happen. But what happened just now, no matter how wrong the other party is,

, my friend, you shouldn’t take things so decisively. How about this, can you put this matter aside for the time being and wait until the banquet is over before making a decision?"

"No!" Yan Guiyun shouted: "He slaughtered my fellow sect members of the Jidao Immortal Sect. We must not let it go at this time! I want him to destroy his cultivation!"

"Fuck you! I'm giving you face, right?" This time, before Zhuge Buliang could say anything, Mo Ximen had already stood up, pointed the Mo Mei Sword at Yan Guiyun, stepped on the table with his foot, and shouted: "

If you really want to make things bigger, I will not be afraid of you. You, an ordinary descendant of the Jidao Immortal Sect, dare to talk to my friend like this!? If you dare to be presumptuous, I will use your soul to make wine.

!”

"I" Yan Guiyun clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. Although he was an ordinary descendant of the Jidao Immortal Sect, few people dared to talk to him like this.

"Young Master Mo, please calm down!" Wan Qing said.[

"Miss Wanqing, I know you are in trouble, but this Bastard Island is so outrageous! How about we just use the soul of your Jidao Immortal Sect disciples to make wine? If you don't agree, come up!" Mo Ximen stepped on the table and pointed at Yan.

Guiyun cursed.

Even Zhuge Buliang couldn't help but look at Mo Ximen, secretly thinking that this guy usually looks gentle and gentle, but he is definitely not a good person.

Veins popped up on Yan Guiyun's forehead, and he shouted: "Zhuge Boliang, if he has the ability to fight me for three hundred rounds, what's the point of hiding behind others!"

"Yes, he is just as timid as a mouse." Lu Zihan curled his red lips and did not forget to make a few sarcastic remarks.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?" Zhuge Buliang stood up with a smile. He stood side by side with Mo Ximen, also with one foot on the table. He turned to Liu Mang and said, "Take Madam Lu and step aside.

.”

"Boss Zhuge, what are you?" Liu Mang looked at him.

Mo Ximen said: "If I tell you to go back, go back. Have you never seen gangsters fighting?"

"Hey." Liu Mang was more straightforward this time and directly pulled Lu Zihan up and backed away.

"Crack!"

Zhuge Buliang and Mo Ximen stepped on the table. Both of them were very naughty. Zhuge Buliang even took out the bricks and weighed them in his hands.

"Damn, it's really a fight between hooligans." Seeing Zhuge Buliang weighing the bricks in his hand, a cultivator said. After all, there are currently only people who use bricks in the world of immortality. Only in the mortal world are those little gangsters fighting.

Can only be seen in .

"You two, please give me a piece of thin noodles." Wan Qing said solemnly, the smile on her face gone.

"Miss Wanqing, you have also seen that it's not that we don't give you face, it's that the grandson opposite doesn't give you face." Zhuge Buliang said.

"Hahahaha!" Yan Guiyun sneered: "Zhuge Liang is not bright, but I think highly of you. It turns out that you are just relying on human power!"

"Well said! My dear friend Yan, I wish you a helping hand." A loud shout came, and a dazzlingly beautiful woman came over. She was the most famous beauty in the Southern Territory.

, Fairy Zhu Yan.

Fairy Zhu Yan was accompanied by Yin Mengli. As soon as these two women appeared, the scene was filled with boos. This is the most beautiful woman in the Southern Territory, and she is a figure that attracts everyone's attention no matter where she is.

Seeing Yin Mengli, the expression on Zhuge Buliang's face suddenly froze, and he was speechless.

"The hatred between our Taiyi Immortal Sect and this person is irreconcilable!" Fairy Zhu Yan lightly opened her red lips and shouted in a sweet voice.

"Counting Xiaoyue Sect's share." Two stunning women descended from the sky. They were Xiao Xuannv Mu Yuchen and another descendant of Xiaoyue Sect, Fang Qing.

"Zhuge Buliang, do you still remember me? We need to settle our grievances carefully." Mu Yuchen landed next to Fairy Zhu Yan and said coldly, her elegant and refined face full of indifference.

Two stunning beauties from the Southern Region stood together, which was definitely a particularly eye-catching scene.

"Hey, they're all here." Zhuge Buliang grinned, but his eyes never moved away from Yin Mengli.[

Facing Zhuge Buliang's gaze, Yin Mengli just frowned slightly, but still had a cold face. However, Fairy Zhu Yan next to her was a little impatient and shouted: "What a bold thief, you stole the "Pojun" file."

How dare you come to a place like this!"

As soon as this statement came out, the crowd immediately became excited. It is no secret that the "Pojun" heavenly book appeared at the ancient Tongmen site. Everyone knew about the three major domains, and it was divided into three fragments. But at this time, Fairy Zhu Yan said something, and it was doubtful that

It was like a bombshell was thrown. Everyone looked at Zhuge Buliang in surprise.

It is unbelievable that the remaining volume of "Pojun" could be found in this person.

"Nah!" Zhuge Buliang cursed secretly in his heart. As a result, almost everyone looked at him with hot eyes.

The descendants of the Jidao Immortal Sect, Taiyi Immortal Sect, and Xiaoyue Sect, the three superior sects in the Southern Territory, approached with such ferocious momentum that the strong sense of oppression made it difficult for everyone to breathe. Many people retreated one after another.

Wan Qing's face was complicated. She knew that she could no longer stop this scene.

"Come on, I'm afraid, young master!" Mo Ximen pointed at everyone with the Mo Mei Sword.

"Moximen, this matter has nothing to do with you, we can let you go," Mu Yuchen said.

"What? You think you're sure to defeat us? It's still unknown who will win, little beauty," Mexico said with a chuckle.

Zhuge Buliang's heart was spinning like lightning. These people came to provoke him so blatantly and didn't care about the people in Xuantian Dance Pavilion. There must be the support of those antique-level figures behind them, but on his side, there were only Mo Ximen and himself.

Two people.

The situation is obviously not conducive to his side.

Fairy Zhu Yan, Mu Yuchen, Yan Guiyun, and Fang Qing were approaching step by step, their spiritual power fluctuated and evaporated the air. The scene became a vacuum zone.

"Hahahaha, are you bullying the few with more?" A hearty laugh came, and two figures fell down and stood in front of Mo Ximen and Zhuge Buliang.

Mo Lin and True Dragon Sanren!

Mo Lin is one of the few masters in the Southern Territory of the Great Void Realm. Although the True Dragon Sanren's cultivation is inferior to Mo Lin's, she still has extraordinary means.

When the two masters arrived, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became fierce.

"If you dare to touch these two people, ask me first!" Mo Lin said in a deep voice, his voice spreading to every corner, and his powerful momentum made him look like an unattainable mountain.

"Senior Mo, we are not trying to put the young master in danger, we just want to clear up some grudges with this person." Fairy Zhu Yan pointed at Zhuge Buliang and said.

"Young friend Zhuge was once kind to me and my son, how could I just watch with cold eyes?" Mo Lin said.

Upon hearing this, several descendants of the great sect were immediately embarrassed. Mo Lin was deliberately protecting Zhuge Buliang. Although they were descendants of the Immortal Sect, they were by no means the opponents of this rare master in the Southern Region.

"Mo Lin, when you are so old, you should stop messing around with junior matters." Two lights and shadows appeared in mid-air, standing in the air. They were bathed in the fairy light and could not see their faces clearly. But they dared to talk to Mo Lin.

When Lin talks like this, he is probably a master of the same generation as Mo Lin.

One of them stood with his hands behind his back, his body shining with a strong fairy light, and said: "You are not afraid of others laughing at you if you interfere in the struggle of the younger generation."

"I'm doing things, it's your turn to dictate?" Mo Lin scolded coldly, pointing a bronze sword in his hand at the man.

"Hmph! What? Do you want to fight? In the entire Southern Territory, I have never been afraid of anyone!" The man whose body was shrouded in fairy light shouted coldly. Vukong stepped forward and took a step forward. The billowing spiritual energy fluctuated like a mountain torrent.

break out.

Suddenly, a powerful majesty descended from the sky, and a huge bronze mace fell from the sky, hitting the man at once.

"Bang!" The man grunted and flew out with a "swish" sound.

The big bronze mace spun back and landed in front of the thin middle-aged man. The man was holding a jar of wine in his hand and said angrily: "Damn, you are pretending to be a ghost!"


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