Chapter 291: Meet
After only staying in the tribe for half a day, the attendant of the Ji clan came to Taicang Mountain, saying that he wanted to lead Tang Luo to Lingxiao Sect to see the Holy Son.
Tang Luo also knew that the other party should have been frightened by his burly figure, after all, the Xuanwu Immortal Body of the Fourth Rank was about to be strengthened to the limit by the innate qi, and his body shape had changed a little, even if it was a well-informed sect disciple, he should be scared when he suddenly saw him.
Shaking his head helplessly, thinking that a few years ago, he was still a son of a family with a beautiful face, and his figure was the one who looked thin in clothes and had meat in his clothes.
But at this time, he was as burly as a giant, his knotted muscles seemed to burst the wide robe, and the two long arms that were over the knee were thicker than the envoy's thighs, and even some strong men who were refining their bodies looked like slender girls in front of him, no wonder the other party's eyes were like this.
After riding the wind, he came to Lingxiao Peak, and the disciples of Lingxiao Sect who got the news gathered on the welcome platform, wanting to get a glimpse of the true face of the first god son of all races.
But when the envoy landed on the reception platform with Tang Luo, there was only a gasp of exclamation.
He seemed to have heard the heartbroken voices of many sect disciples, after all, the Longxi Tianjiao in the world's impression should be the kind of personable son of the family, and it is inevitable that he will be a little disappointed when he suddenly sees a fierce man like himself.
Enduring the discomfort of being watched, and following the envoy to the main hall of the Lingxiao Sect, Tang Luo finally saw the lord of the Han clan Zhongxing who had been absent for several years, and this first glance surprised him.
Because the difference between the person in front of him and the Ji Fu in his impression is too great!
A few years ago, he was a slender son, Ji Fu was a big man, and he still remembers that Ji Fu was holding a double gong to face the unparalleled domineering spirit of the sword soul in the sky.
But now goodbye, Ji Fu in a long robe is like a polite scholar, and even the domineering between his eyebrows has all converged and turned into peace, obviously he has already turned on the divine treasure of qi and blood like a dragon and his heart like a pump, but his face is pale like a patient with anemia.
Seeing the surprise in Tang Luo's eyes, Ji Fu smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for a few years, has Brother Tang forgotten Ji Fu's appearance?"
"I haven't forgotten it, it's just that Brother Ji has changed too much, and I don't dare to recognize each other for a while. β
It's really too big, Tang Luo said helplessly.
"Brother Tang is not like this, in just a few years, Longxi Tianjiao's fist shook Bi Fangshan and drew the deeds of the Little Saint King, even if Ji Mou is in retreat in the sect, he has heard of it!"
"It's just a little bit of a name. Tang Luo said lightly: "If Brother Ji comes out of the mountain, there will be more than four little saint kings in the world!"
Although Ji Fu used to have the immortal bloodline of the first grade of the prefecture, Tang Luo did not take it seriously, because a martial artist who was arrogant and thought that he could be invincible in the world with his bloodline ability was only a slave of the bloodline at best, and such a person would not be able to become a climate after all.
If it was before, Ji Fu heard about his deeds of winning the first life and drawing with Wang Chan, and his first thought should be to send an application for a challenge.
Because at that time, Ji Fu's pride was based on the glory of the Han clan and the bloodline of the prefecture-level first grade, he needed to prove through battle that he was stronger than other holy sons, and the Han clan was stronger than other holy lands.
It's not so much a pride as a naΓ―ve young man defending his distorted self-esteem, but now Ji Fu has changed.
Under that breezy praise and calm and calm appearance, there is absolute confidence in his own strength, Ji Fu no longer needs to prove himself to others, because his existence is the best proof of the Han family.
This kind of invincible self-confidence in the world, Tang Luo had only felt it in Bu Xiao, although he had not fought each other, but he could already be sure that Ji Fu, whose face had become rosy again, in front of him had become unfathomable.
Everyone is trying their best to grow, Tang Luo can't help but sigh in his heart, many times you will fall behind, it's not because you don't work hard enough, it's just that your progress is not fast enough.
Who would have thought that in just a few years of hard work, the most unsuccessful guy would overtake in a corner, and the immortal bloodline of a product was nothing great in Ji Fu a few years ago, but in Ji Fu today, it is even more terrifying than some heaven-level bloodlines!
"Brother Tang is polite, if it weren't for Xiling and his party, maybe Ji Fu would still be confused and unable to recognize himself. Although he lost a small spirit realm, he got acquainted with his righteous brother and formed an alliance with the Tang clan, which can be regarded as a great gain. β
Even if he was straddled and comparable to the Little Saint King, Ji Fu didn't have any mood fluctuations, but he cared about Xu Lao Ying, "I heard that the righteous brother issued an edict to destroy the Buddha in Yuanzhou with the Imperial Void Phoenix Divine Sword in Wusheng Mountain, but because he was wronged?"
"It's not, it's just that the Buddha Zi Yankong was designed by someone to empower his younger brother, and the cousin was angry for a while before he ordered Yuanzhou to destroy the Buddha, and now the matter has passed, under the mediation of Wushengshan and Dutian Wang Xun, Yuanzhou Xu and Zhongzhou Buddha have calmed down, which is also a good thing. β
Tang Luo was introducing the ins and outs of the matter to Ji Fu, but he saw a heroic and domineering young man walking straight into the hall, "This is a good thing for the Buddha Kingdom and the Xu family, and it is also a good thing for the people of the world, but it is not for us." β
The sudden evaluation of the integration attracted the attention of the two people in the hall, and Tang Luo turned his head to look at Ji Fu and asked, "Who is this?"
"This Ling Xiao Sect is walking in this generation, Ji Chen. Ji Fu introduced to Tang Luo: "He is also one of the most outstanding disciples of the Ji family, and he is a king!"
"The Holy Son has praised it!" The heroic and domineering young man first saluted Ji Fu respectfully, then turned to Tang Luo and arched his hand: "Ji Chen has seen Longxi Tianjiao!"
With a return salute, Tang Luo said lightly: "You said just now that this is not good news for us, what do you mean?"
"Tianjiao should know that if the Ji family wants to get his surname back, he will inevitably fight with Zhongzhou, and the first to bear the brunt is the leader of the Buddha country, Wuxiang Zen Temple and An's Divine Dynasty. Ji Chen replied: "If the Zhongzhou Buddha Kingdom can compete with the Yuanzhou Xu Clan, then it will bring great convenience to our uprising, but now that the situation is calm because of the mediation of Wusheng Mountain and the Governor Heavenly King Xun, how can it be considered a good thing!?"
After a pause, Ji Chen suddenly asked Tang Luo: "Only when the world is in chaos can the dragon and snake rise together and resettle the situation." But if it is peaceful today and as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, it is easy for the Han family to see the light of day again, but to restore Zhongzhou, it is a fool's dream, does Tang Tianjiao think so?"
"You young man, your thoughts are dangerous. β
"Thank you for your kind words. Ji Chen said lightly: "In fact, this kind of thing, the Tang clan should know better than Ji Chen, if there was no sudden natural disaster, how could the nobles occupy the seven cities of Lingjiang in one fell swoop and become the top force in Longzhou." β