Guessing the identity of the person lying on the cold jade bed, Lei Fatzi subconsciously turned his head to look at Xiao Yun on the martial arts test platform. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info saw that Xiao Yun was also puzzled, obviously not expecting that Murong Lang would choose to appear in the martial arts club at this time.

As we all know, between Murong Lang and Murong Bo, it can be said that there is an enmity between them. One is the old lord of the previous dynasty, and the other is the current emperor, which is an opposing identity that cannot exist at the same time. What's more, Murong Bo's throne was still taken away from Murong Lang's hands!

The two of them, whenever they meet, it will inevitably be a decisive battle to the death.

Xiao Yun knew this, Lei Long knew it, and everyone present who knew a little bit about the Yanhua Empire also knew it. And Murong Bo knew, and Murong Lang knew even more, but Murong Lang still came, and he carried his daughter to the east platform at the same height as Murong Bo.

It's just because Murong Lang still knows that Murong Bo doesn't have time to pay attention to him today.

"If you go outside, you must first settle inside", although this sentence was recited in the mouths of countless monarchs, Murong Lang knew that Murong Bo was not among the "innumerable". On this point, the two of them rarely agree on the same opinion: If you want to go outside, you must first settle inside, and that is the behavior of the weak, cowards, and traitors! What they believe in is that the rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of every man, and no matter how great the hatred is, it must stand aside when it encounters the great righteousness of the nation!

Perhaps this is the fundamental reason why the Yanhua Empire has become stronger and stronger in recent years.

The audience fell silent, and everyone listened to the conversation between the former king and the current emperor. Of course, some of these people are already ecstatic, and while they are shouting in their hearts, "God help me", the little abacus in their hearts is turning even faster.

"After a few years, Brother Bo's demeanor has not diminished back then, shocking Kyushu and raising my Yanhua. He is just a reckless people, and he is outside the temple, how can he be qualified to work?" Although Murong Lang was humble in his words, his demeanor did not show any respect for the current emperor.

But Murong Bo didn't think it was a pestle, and still smiled: "Brother Lang's words are still powerful. But today is not the time to reminisce about the past, the distinguished guests of the nine countries of Kyushu are coming, and the final round of the martial arts conference is imminent, so I won't bother Brother Lang much. Please!"

"Please!"

Murong Lang finally returned the salute, and then without waiting for Murong Bo to sit down, he went straight to the bench in the front row and sat down. Han Shan followed behind and never said a word. And the servants who were carrying the amethyst cold jade bed at the back also gently put down the jade bed at this time and stood respectfully to the side.

As a result, some people in the audience are inevitably a little disappointed. But how did they know that in the few lines of dialogue just now, Murong Bo and Murong Lang, the former royal princes, had reached an agreement on a certain aspect?

Murong Lang's arrival caused a lot of turmoil in the crowd, but it quickly calmed down, thinking that everyone here knew that today was like this, and there could be no conflict between Murong Lang and Murong Bo.

Xiao Yunwu was puzzled, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the highest east seat. Although Murong Lang was sitting in the last row of the benches, Han Shan, who was standing behind him, also seemed to look at Xiao Yun in the audience intentionally. The two have long been acquainted with each other, and their eyes meet at this time, but they each have many different ideas.

As if sensing Xiao Yun's inquiring gaze, Han Shan smiled slightly, probably wanting to reassure Xiao Yun.

"Haha, I haven't seen you for two days, Brother Xiao has come to join in the fun today. ”

Just when Xiao Yun was unsettled, outside the southern seat, a long laugh came from afar. Although the people present did not see him, but they heard his voice as if it were in their ears, and many cultivators changed color at the moment. The realm of the people who come is really not low, and the sound should still be a mile away, but the sound can be condensed but not dispersed, and it spreads a distance here.

This kind of strength can only be compared to the top-notch martial cultivators among the envoys of various countries present!

The audience all looked in the direction from which the sound came, but for a moment there was no one in sight. However, the sound of shouting and cheering was repeatedly transmitted between the martial arts test tables, and the echoes overlapped each other, and the volume was even louder.

Finally, when the echoes were superimposed four times, a figure quickly rose behind the south seat.

While the audience was full of exclamations, Xiao Yun's face changed greatly, he felt familiar when he heard this voice at first, and when he saw someone at this moment, he finally remembered: Isn't this person the soul mound swordsman!

The Lord of the Demon Sword Soul Tomb had appeared in the dense forest outside the city with Father Xiao a few days ago. That day, in order to save Xiao Yun, Father Xiao killed the martial artist of the Wuling Empire by himself, and was later hindered by this soul mound swordsman. Looking at the reaction of his father and this person that day, Xiao Yun expected that the two should fight to the death.

But today, the swordsman reappeared, but his father was missing, how could Xiao Yun not be in a hurry?

Luckily, just a few breaths later, a voice seemed to come from the sky. It was this voice that made Xiao Yun's tight eyebrows stretch, because the person who spoke was Xiao Wentian!

Ask the sky sword god Xiao asks the sky!

It's a pity that this name on the continent has long been forgotten, except for some martial cultivators of the older generation, the younger generation has hardly heard of this name. In addition, the swordsman only called "Brother Xiao", so no one would associate it with the Wentian Sword God who was dominating more than ten years ago.

However, I think it is only a matter of time before the identity of the sword god is revealed to the world.

"Whew-"

Xiao Wentian didn't answer the swordsman's words, but with the sound of drums and drums in the wind, he floated behind the south table like a flying immortal out of the sky. seems to be deliberate, although the two people who have leaped from the sidelines have landed on the south stage, but they are separated by a foot away.

"For ten years, Shenzhou is still there. Time flies, people are not ...... yesterday"

Unexpectedly, the elder of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion, who was sitting on the left side of the throne, spoke for the first time, just as Xiao Wentian and the swordsman landed. It's just that the old man said, although the meaning of the sentence is clear, but few people present can understand the deep meaning.

"The seniors of Tianji Pavilion are here, and it is rude to be here. ”

From the time he appeared to the present, the hands of the Soul Mound Swordsman have been carried behind his back, and only when he faced this Tianji Pavilion Elder did he send his hands forward, as if he was hugging his fists and saying hello. The black and inky demon knife was in his left hand, and it seemed to glow with a shining light when he clenched his fist.

"Your Excellency's willingness to come to this remote place is beyond the imagination of old decay. ”

While speaking, the old man of Tianji Pavilion, who had been lazy, unconsciously straightened up, and it seemed that what he said was not false at all. What is represented behind the Soul Mound Knife, as a person from Tianji Pavilion, he naturally does not know. It was because he knew the representation behind this that he felt that it was tricky.

"Seniors, don't patronize me, this brother has a great background, I wonder if the seniors can be discerning?"

"Oh?" Listening to what the swordsman said, the old man of Tianji Pavilion couldn't guess the identity of the other person who came with him for a while, and couldn't help asking, "I don't know your Excellency's surname?"

Facing the old man's inquiry, Xiao Wentian seemed to recall something, and only after a short period of distraction did he suddenly wake up and reply blandly: "Cao Su Xiao." Although his tone was extremely flat, he bent forward slightly. His movements were so small that even the Tianji Pavilion elder who was talking to him didn't notice it.

"Cao Su Xiao?" the old man seemed to be in thought, and it took a long time for a gleam to flash in the corner of his eyes, but then it dimmed again, and then he muttered, "Old...... Rotten...... I can't remember the old man surnamed Xiao...... Alas......"

Xiao Wentian's face did not change.

Only the Soul Tomb Swordsman glanced at the old man and sneered twice: "Hehe." ”

And for some reason in the whole audience, since the Soul Mound Swordsman and Xiao Wentian flew over, almost everyone in the audience and on the VIP stage remained silent. Even Murong Bo, who was supposed to announce the start of the conference, closed his mouth at this time, and his eyes kept moving back and forth between the three people who had a strange relationship.

Murong Bo first looked at the old man beside him, this person had rarely spoken since the day he came, but he didn't expect to be noisy today, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't even interject from speaking. There is no doubt that these two people who came uninvited today are definitely very promising!

Thinking so, Murong Bo turned his head to look at the south table on the side again. His eyes first fell on the swordsman who was holding a knife in one hand, and saw that the man had a black knife in his hand, although he was smiling more than once he spoke, but he always gave people a grim sneer. Especially the black knife, although it was not unsheathed, but even from a distance, he still felt an unbelievable killing intent.

On the other hand, there is quite a gentleman's style. The man stood on the platform, although his eyes were empty, but at least he was expressionless and did not leave an impression of hardship and cunning. In addition, he is dressed in a white robe, standing in the wind, and his long hair is in the wind, which naturally makes people feel a little good.

Although he didn't know that person, Murong Bo wanted to befriend him for no reason in his heart.

With such a simple three eyes, Murong Bo's thoughts in his heart had already flashed over 10 million. But the audience looked at his rarely changed look, and for a while felt that the atmosphere in the venue was even more strange.

"Ahem. Murong Bo finally coughed lightly twice and drew his gaze back again, "The visit of the master is really my Yanhua's luck. However, the conference is going on here, and Elder Ji still asks me for disturbing me, and the two of you also ask me for not being able to receive me properly. ”

He first bowed to the old man of the Tianji Pavilion beside him, and then said to the two people on the south stage with sincere apologies. The old man naturally laughed at it, but the two people on the south stage didn't seem to want to give him face as an emperor, and both of them just nodded lightly and didn't reply.

What kind of person Murong Bo is, although the boss in his heart is not happy, how can he not know the importance of the person, and immediately preached loudly: "Then, let's start now." ”