The more and more people gathered outside the Tingchao Building, and everyone understood that they would soon be able to enter the Tingchao Building to discuss matters, and this time they would decide who would go to the city to watch the tide. However, generally speaking, if the person not nominated by the sect is too inappropriate, no one will speak out against it.

After Su Zhuo and Wang Xiyue separated, he went straight through the crowd and came to the place where the disciples of the Shangqing Palace were. Since coming to Wanghai City, many disciples of the Shangqing Palace have seen Su Zhuo for the first time, and the atmosphere is a little awkward and subtle, some are re-examining Su Zhuo, and some are ashamed to be with Su Zhuo.

As the head disciple of the Yujing Palace, Li Xuan just glanced at Su Zhuo, his face was unwavering, and he couldn't see what he was thinking at this time.

No one spoke, at most he just glanced at Su Zhuo like Li Xu.

Taking advantage of the fact that he had finished eating the candied fruit for a while, Shen Tian wanted to stop talking, looking at Su Zhuo's pitiful face, he wanted to warm up the scene, but after hesitating, he still didn't do it. She didn't think it was good, firstly, Su Zhuo would not necessarily appreciate it, and secondly, she didn't know if it would affect her fellow disciples' views of her when she talked to someone like Su Zhuo who was wandering on the edge of the Shangqing Palace.

Su Zhuo didn't care, just glanced in the direction of the east of the city, and then didn't move.

Although Zhang Xingyuan was a member of the Dao Palace, he still followed Su Zhuo's side this time, he felt that he was out of place as an outsider, but looking at this posture, he found that Su Zhuo was not much better than himself, and he couldn't help but shake his head. Thinking of the famous little uncle in the Shangqing Palace, he lowered his voice and asked, "Young Marquis, where is your little uncle?"

Su Zhuo closed his eyes slightly, and finally just shook his head and said, "She won't come to listen to Chaolou." ”

Zhang Xingyuan didn't notice Su Zhuo's small movements, but just sighed: "That's right, with the ability of your little uncle, this listening to the Chaolou discussion, it is all about whether you can come or not, it all depends on your mood." ”

Su Zhuo smiled and was noncommittal.

He looked at the Tingchao Tower, the door had been opened at this time, and it was time to enter the building.

The people of the Northern Qi Dynasty came the earliest, at the door, and when they were about to climb the stairs to enter, they seemed to notice something, and suddenly stopped.

A figure passed through the sea of people, and was walking towards them step by step.

Like a hidden dragon out of the abyss, the sword shadow accompanies it.

Zhang Xingyuan found that the atmosphere in front of this building didn't seem to be quite right, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly said: "Young Marquis, isn't that Zhou Ce, the great prince of Northern Qi, who broke into the Sihai Building a while ago?"

Su Zhuo noticed the slender and beautiful long sword on Zhou Ce's waist, and he vaguely felt that this sword was very unusual, only in terms of special features, it was on an equal footing with Shang Qingxuan's Canglan sword that was tainted with immortal luck.

Zhou Ye raised his head and looked at his half-brother who had walked in front of him, and the other party was standing on the steps and looking down on him indifferently.

He was slightly stunned and said, "Brother Huang, don't come unharmed." ”

Zhou Ce didn't mean to greet politely, but just turned his head to look at Tingchaolou and said, "In this discussion, I heard that as long as the people who participate, they can raise objections?"

After saying this, the tense atmosphere became a little more obvious.

Zhou Ye looked at him for a long time and said, "What does the imperial brother want to say?"

Zhou Ce said: "I don't think you have the qualifications to go to the city to watch the tide. ”

Zhou Ye squinted his eyes and said: "I have the cultivation of the peak of the Spirit Bridge Realm, if I am not qualified, how many people in the world are qualified?"

Zhou Ce sneered: "The pinnacle of the Lingqiao Realm? It's just that it was taken by force, and you still have the face to take it out and say?!"

Looting?

The scandal of Beiqi back then is still rotten in the dark corner, few people know about it, and Zhou Ce's words are quite earth-shattering now, which has attracted the attention of many people. There are no ordinary people who can come to Tingchaolou today, and they all smell a little unusual taste from his words.

Could it be that Zhou Ye's cultivation and luck are there other hidden secrets?

Zhou Ye's face changed: "Get out of the way." ”

When the words fell, his robe automatically floated up without wind, like a real dragon being angry, and a coercion like a mountain and a sea suddenly crushed towards Zhou Ce.

Although the qi shock was invisible and colorless, the people present could feel a little bit, and they were all moved, although they knew that this true dragon prince of Beiqi was amazing, but they still didn't expect to have such a powerful qi machine!

Zhou Ce's expression was calm, and he just gently held the dragon sparrow scabbard.

The python swallows the dragon and turns into a pseudo-dragon!

He squinted suddenly, and a monstrous dragon power that was more majestic than Zhou Ye erupted, which made Zhou Ye's face pale at that moment, and then the prince's complexion changed again: "You!"

It was as if an angry dragon was lying on top of him and biting hard.

Shengsheng bit off his luck.

Burst!

Zhou Ye spurted out a mouthful of blood and retreated three steps back one after another.

The crowd was shocked.

The faces of the guards around the Northern Qi Dynasty changed, and they drew their swords one after another.

Zhou Ye waved his hand to stop the guards, and he who fell to the middle of the Lingqiao in an instant glanced at Zhou Ce deeply, but said nothing.

He turned and walked away with the people.

Zhou Ce's expression was calm, and he also turned around, climbed the stairs, and was the first to enter the Tingchao Building.

The monks of the Cangli Sect did not look very good.

Zhang Daoling looked at Zhou Ce's back, then looked at Lu Huaxin with a gloomy face, and whispered to himself: "It turns out that he is the real dragon?"

He also stepped into the Tingchao Tower, and the young disciples of the Cangli Sect followed closely behind.

The crowd also rushed in and talked about it.

Zhang Xingyuan couldn't help but say: "This person with strong luck is not ordinary, and he can hurt people with luck." It is said that Zhou Ye, the prince of Northern Qi, has the luck of a true dragon, but he doesn't know what kind of luck Zhou Ce has, and he can actually suppress the true dragon?"

Su Zhuo said softly: "It should be the legendary Canglong luck." ”

"Canglong?!" Zhang Xingyuan gasped, once he gave birth to a double dragon, the cat in it is too interesting.

Su Zhuo thought about it, it was impossible to overpower Zhou Ye so easily just by relying on Canglong's luck, so Zhou Ce should be more than that.

Zhang Xingyuan muttered: "This sting dragon tide is really exciting, there are so many characters." ”

He glanced at Su Zhuo and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Although this young marquis is also very good, compared to these demons, it can inevitably be overshadowed, and this dragon sting tide is a stage that only belongs to that group of people.

......

......

Look at the east of the city.

The tide became more and more unbridled, and with amazing power, it slammed on the thirty-three-zhang high east wall. At this time, there are few people in the east of the city, there are only two days left in the dragon tide, and the tide in the East China Sea is already violent, and ordinary people cannot bear the power of heaven and earth, so it seems extremely deserted.

At this time, he ushered in a white dress.

Shang Qingxuan looked at the corner tower at the head of the east city, which was simple and solemn, like a town, suppressing the East China Sea.

She knew that it was not that this corner tower was unusual, but that there was a person on the corner tower.

The city lord of Wanghai City, Ouyang Shuo.

Her clothes fluttered lightly, and she walked towards the corner tower.