Regardless of the era or plane, the enforcers always appear after the bloody dispute.

At this time, a small group of Fengquan guards rushed over when they heard the news, and one of them scolded sharply: "Who is making trouble here?"

The old man took his hands behind him and said proudly: "The old man is from Wu Xixiong Lion Hall, this is my young master Mu Xiongren!"

Hearing this, the originally menacing Fengquan guards all looked at each other, and hesitated, it was actually the young master of Wu Xixiong Lion Hall, no wonder they dared to make trouble on this occasion!

There were people in the crowd who knew the origin of Wu Xixiong's Lion Hall and couldn't help but start whispering, obviously for ordinary people, this name is an existence that is never right and cannot be blasphemed!

Who let the family have a backer in Xianmen?

It is said that there is a disciple of the Lion Hall who is now a powerful figure in a certain immortal sect, and his mana is strong and profound, otherwise the Lion Hall would not have risen to become a huge family in Wu Xi's short period of several decades.

At this time, I heard a big voice with a broken gong roaring: "Isn't it just Wu Xi's group of cubs of the lion family who have not been planted, I thought it was some kind of amazing character, even my brother who drifted in the east dared to move!"

The crowd suddenly heard a gasping voice, not only the faces of the Fengquan guards changed miserably, but even the old man who didn't take the world in his eyes also changed his complexion.

Someone in the crowd exclaimed in a low voice: "It's one of the four young marshals, the young marshal of the mad dragon, Dongfang Piaoling, God, he is also here to participate in the Immortal Selection!!――――――――"

"I didn't expect the young master of the dignified Dongfang family to enter the immortal gate ・・・・・・"

All of a sudden, there was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and it was obvious that there were far more people who knew Dongfang Piao's reputation than the young master of the Lion Hall.

The four young marshals are famous in the sky, and as long as they are walking in the rivers and lakes, there are almost no people who have not heard their legendary stories.

The four young marshals of Tianxuan not only represent several huge forces in Tianxuan, but also represent the dragon-phoenix genius young people among the four people who live and die together.

This big black man is one of them.

The head of the four young marshals, the dragon marshal Dongfang Piao.

Clinker, that Mu Xiongren didn't know who this Dongfang Piaoling was, maybe he didn't wake up for a while in annoyance, this guy snorted contemptuously: "Boy, you are dead, you dare to insult our Lion Hall!-ah--"

Before the words fell, people saw a cyan figure flashing in front of him, and the young master of the Lion Hall, Mu Xiongren, was slapped twice in a row!

The old man in black didn't have time to stop this sudden change, so he could only catch his own young master who almost flew out, and poor Mu Xiongren's face was already swollen like a pig's head.

At this time, a middle-aged man in green clothes ghostly appeared in front of Dongfang Piaoling, a big man from the Black Tower who was holding Meng Yang, dressed in a green shirt and moving without wind, his aura was magnificent, although he was half a head shorter than Dongfang Piaoling, the whole person stood there like a javelin!

The noisy crowd fell silent immediately.

The black-clothed old man who was supporting Mu Xiongren flashed a few cruel colors in his eyes one after another, and he wanted to speak again, but suddenly heard the old man in green shirt shouting in a deep voice: "I don't know what is good! This is also a place where you can go wild! Get out of ――――――."

Mu Xiongren covered his face, and struggled to reply, but the old man covered his mouth, and quickly disappeared into the crowd half-pulled and half-pulled.

The old man in Tsing Yi waved his hand at the group of Fengquan guards, and the group of guards hurriedly dispersed to look elsewhere.

Many guards secretly wiped a cold sweat when they left, I was obedient, I originally thought that Wu Xixiong Lion Hall was a powerful character that a little guard of ours couldn't provoke, but who knew that there was a master of the Oriental family again, this messenger is really not so easy to be.

Law enforcers are, in fact, the hands, feet and mouthpieces of the powerful.

Dongfang Piaoling shouted: "Third uncle, why are you here?"

The old man in Tsing Yi snorted coldly, "You kid is always worry-free, who is this little guy?"

Dongfang Piaoling snorted awkwardly, "I'm a brother." ”

"It's a bit interesting for the young man who dares to take the initiative to knife with Wu Xixiong Shitang, I'll see if there is any salvation!" While speaking, the old man in Tsing Yi stretched out two fingers and put them on the vein of Meng Yang's injured right hand, and his brows were furrowed suddenly.

Seeing this, Dongfang Piaoling asked uneasily, "What's the matter, Third Uncle・・・・・・?"

The old man groaned for a while, shook his head silently and sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity, this young man's physical fitness was originally excellent, but it's a pity that he has been injured by the unique strength of the Lion Hall's "Crazy Lion Xuanqi", and the meridians of his whole body have been seriously injured, I'm afraid it's ・・・・・・."

Dongfang Piaoling said infinitely regretfully: "If only I didn't let him make a move, third uncle, you can think of a way, if this little brother enters the fairy gate with me, I can also have one more companion." It's rare to meet someone who has the right eye, and it's a shame to die like this・・・・・・"

The old man obviously couldn't resist Dongfang Piaoling, and said angrily: "You still have this temper, you can't come to the Xianmen in the future, you can't rely on your temperament, you must know that those who can enter the Xianmen are all good talents in ten thousand, don't easily grudge with others, you know?"

Dongfang Piaoling saw that his third uncle began to take something in his arms, and he couldn't help nodding with joy and said: "Third uncle, I know, quickly take a "Soul Renewal Life Pill", this brother's knife technique is strange, if he can enter the fairy gate, he will not be a thing in the pool one day, haha, dare to use a knife with Mu Xiongren's turtle grandson, I like it! Hurry up, third uncle ――――――"

His third uncle had a helpless expression, and it took a long time before he took out a delicate pill bottle from his arms, carefully poured out a red pill, and Dongfang Piaoling snatched it up, stuffed it into the unconscious Meng Yang's mouth, and then lifted Meng Yang's body slightly, slapped Meng Yang's back, and then wiped his forehead with relief and said, "Okay, this can be regarded as saving your life." ”

At this time, I heard a loud voice coming from the gate of Fengquan Castle: "Quiet! Quiet!! the selection of immortals has officially begun, please enter the fort immediately to inspect the qualifications! Now start shouting! Those from No. 1 to No. 20 hurry up and enter the fort! ――――――"

The noisy crowd immediately fell silent, and twenty teenagers with number plates happily ran to the gate of the wind spring, and a guard immediately led them in!

Only the black tower-like Dongfang Piaoling carried Meng Yang to the corner of the street next to the long queue, looking worried, not knowing if this firewood knife boy could wake up before the qualification inspection.

His third uncle flashed to the side of the road with him, and sighed lightly when he saw this: "Could it be that even the Spirit Renewal Pill can't save this kid's life・・・・・・?"

Dongfang Piaoling looked at Meng Yang who was in a daze, the anger on his face could hardly be suppressed, and he said with hatred in his mouth: "Wu Xi, Lion Hall, very good! I, Dongfang Piaoling, will not shave for a year if I don't !!give you a lesson."

It's like his messy beard is more important than anything else.

His third uncle shook his head helplessly, looking at the east drifting, but his eyes were full of doting.

The pride of heaven among the children of this family, at the age of thirteen, he broke out as a young marshal of the mad dragon, ranking first among the four young marshals in the Tianxuan Continent, and earning the supreme honor of the Dongfang family.

Even the best children of the six great families of Wangcheng are beyond their reach, but I only hope that this time I can be selected into that immortal sect・・・・・・ the old man in Tsing Yi prayed silently.

As for his nephew's favor of this young man who was seriously injured by the master under Mu Xiongren for no reason, he felt that this was nothing more than his nephew's whim, if this young man who was obviously not a child of the gate valve clan died in the hands of the Lion Hall, with the power of the Lion Hall, this was just a very small matter, and his floating nephew would only be sad for a while.

He knew what Piao Ling was looking for, and he had the responsibility of revitalizing the family on his shoulders, so all along, Dongfang Piaoling, who became famous as a teenager, continued to look for followers, maybe he saw that this boy had the potential to become his follower.

At this time, the first batch of teenagers who entered the Wind Spring Castle walked out one after another, and it was clear from the expressions on the faces of those teenagers that they had failed・・・・・・

In less than an hour, the long team of candidates was shortened by a small section, a total of 1,300 people participated in the assessment, and only two teenagers passed the assessment, which shows how strict the qualification assessment of this immortal gate is!

But the old man was not worried about his nephew at all, if the four most outstanding young marshals of Tianxuan could not pass this Immortal Gate assessment, then what kind of qualified disciples could the Immortal Gate receive this time?

Because Dongfang Piaoling's spiritual root qualification is infinitely close to the spiritual root of the earth, it is difficult to find a better one among the 100,000 people.

Looking at Meng Yang, who was leaning on the arms of Dongfang Piaoling, his face was like a golden paper, and the old man of Qingshan frowned lightly, he was a little confused.

What kind of magic power did this young man have that attracted Dongfang Piaoling? It's not that he couldn't bear that precious pill, after all, Meng Yang was so seriously injured, and he was not completely sure that he could save him with a "Soul Rejuvenation Pill".

But as time slowly passed, looking at the expression on Dongfang Piaoling's face, the old man in the green shirt was almost happy.

What is an optimist? This ・・・・・・ is like a teapot, with a red butt and a whistling mood.

Dongfang Piaoling is such a person.

Holding the faint Meng Yang, watching his breath gradually stabilize, he knew that it was the Spirit Renewal Pill that worked, and his mood immediately became better, and Dongfang Piaoling, who was in a good mood, also blew a few smug whistles with great interest, this move almost didn't attract his third uncle's two bursts!

Shrinking his neck, looking at the young boys and girls who walked into Fengquan Fort with high spirits and hope, and were extremely frustrated, they drooped their heads like mourners, Dongfang Piaoling pouted and whispered: "Cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals, it's not as simple as choosing a white cabbage on the street・・・・・・・

The Soul Rejuvenation Pill is the most miraculous healing pill in the world, and it is very valuable, even the wealthy Oriental family regards this elixir as very valuable.

But I have to say that this elixir did exert its miraculous effect.

When the elixir Huajin entered Meng Yang's body, it began to moisten Meng Yang's severely injured meridians that were almost dry up like a sweet spring.

Suddenly, the tongs that Meng Yang had been holding in his hand disappeared silently.

Whether it was Dongfang Piaoling or his third uncle, or those who were still secretly watching them, no one noticed this very strange scene.

ps: 10,000 words have been updated, it is not easy for newcomers to write books, and they ask for attention.