On the second floor of the Ice Moon Pavilion Restaurant, there were not hundreds of cultivators here, but there were only a few dozen of them, but Murong Jiu deeply felt a suppressive power.

Murong Jiu, who had ascended to the second layer, seemed to have a conditioned reflex, and his eyes immediately fixed on the middle-aged man on the main seat. On that chair, a middle-aged man in a light blue robe, he was burly, his face reflected a kind of majesty of a king in a high position, his temperament was cold, and the scattered eyes made people cold to the bone, he was like a real 10,000-year-old ice sculpture.

Ice King?

Murong Jiu felt a strong cold aura, his entire body shook suddenly, and the image of the Ice King that had been sketched in his heart for a long time inexorably invaded his entire spiritual space—cold arrogance, cold eyes, cold as a carving.

A king of the cultivation world, a proud young man of gods and demons, the eyes of the two of them collided, as if triggering an invisible spiritual battle, and the entire space on the second floor was full of tension and oppression in a severe state.

In the silent, quiet space, it seems that a violent storm is brewing, and everywhere is filled with the silence before restlessness.

One sits upright like a bell with eyes like a cold star, and the other has a bloody wing on his back and eyes like an eagle and a falcon. Ice King and Murong Jiu, after a few breaths of staring from afar, a glass lamp between the two of them shattered with a bang.

"Murong Jiu, a young talent, entered my Ice Moon City alone, breaking through my several waves of resistance in a row, such courage, such strength, worthy of the young gods and demons who were born out of thin air. The Ice King tugged at his shirt and easily ended the invisible secret war with Murong Jiu. He looked at Murong Jiu calmly, not revealing the slightest sadness or joy under his form.

Murong Jiu took a deep breath and fought with the Ice King's eyes, he had already mobilized all his strength, but the conclusion he had reached was still too much behind him - the Ice King, worthy of standing tall and invincible King of the Extreme North!

More than a dozen square tables were lined up in a row, and the Ice King sat on the main seat. On the left hand side of the Ice King, there were nearly twenty generals sitting in unison, all of them wearing armor, and the men were mighty. Exuding a strong temperament, the woman's eyes are sharp. Heroic. Obviously, these male and female generals must have undergone the life and death of harsh battles.

In the midst of this row of generals, there stood two young children, a boy and a girl, with a kind of grief and indignation on their innocent faces. And they were clothed in sackcloth. Two white silk threads were wrapped around his forehead.

The breath of the same vein. What cannot be ignored is the light of hatred in their eyes...... Except for the cold eyes of the Ice King, what Murong Jiu felt was the hateful eyes of this group of generals.

On the right-hand side of the Ice King, more than a dozen seats are unoccupied. Murong Jiu's eyes scanned the crowd. His mind raced, and he guessed the situation in an instant.

Without hesitation or fear, he stepped and stepped under the gaze of everyone, and he sat in the opposite position to the Ice King—his heart was slow, but his gaze was firm.

In an instant, whether it was the row of generals or the master of the Ice King, all of them changed their faces slightly. And the four women of Meilan Zhuju were even more pale, and the four of them hurriedly stepped forward and reminded them: "Murong Gongzi, please come here to sit ......."

Blinking his eyes to the invitation position of the four women, the seat on the right hand side of the Ice King, Murong Jiu looked back at the four women, and he slowly shook his head. The position where he sat already showed an attitude - Murong Jiu didn't want to sit in the subordinate position of the Ice King, the young man revealed an arrogant posture, he did his own thing, and he didn't want to serve others!

Mei Lan Zhuju couldn't influence Murong Jiu's decision, and stood behind him helplessly, but this situation made Murong Jiu have huge doubts, could it be ...... Turning his head to look at the Ice King with an indifferent face, all kinds of thoughts popped up in Murong Jiu's thoughts, and were overturned by him layer by layer, and finally he concluded that the fate of the four women behind him was already closely related to him.

The bold Ice King, what he gave to Murong Jiu was actually four goddess kings who were like flowers and jade;

Sharing the stage with the haters, and giving the woman a gesture of goodwill - the Hongmen Banquet that has not yet started is full of fog, and the Ice King's heart is difficult to guess! But Murong Jiu didn't care too much, no matter what kind of plan the Ice King would put up, he still acted recklessly, and he was not resentful or grateful.

"The Ice King invited, and the kid Murong Jiu was late, so he apologized. Murong Jiu gathered his mind and saluted the Ice King from afar, and then he grabbed the wine glass in front of him and drank it all.

"Murong Jiu, I didn't expect you to really dare to come to Ice Moon City, no matter how powerful you are today, you have to pay the price of destruction for your previous mistakes, if you don't crush your bones and scatter ashes, it will be difficult to eliminate the anger of my Yang family!" A young man jumped out from the row of generals, he pointed at Murong Jiu angrily, and shouted with anger on his face.

The angry words of this military general seemed to ignite the anger of the others, and nearly twenty military generals, regardless of gender, all stared at Murong Jiu with a stubborn gaze, and there was a gesture of disagreeing and tearing him apart.

Looking around at everyone's expressions and the Ice King's calm face, Murong Jiu's body leaned forward, and a divine and demonic power pressed against the shouting young general, and he slowly spat out, "What are you?"

Mei Lan Zhuju four women, they quietly looked at Murong Jiu, and their hearts gradually stabilized. For their own fate, they didn't dare to resist the Ice King's decision, and they were ruthlessly given to the god and demon Murong Jiu in front of them, and they may have felt some sadness. However, whether it was the new master's arrogance or his youthful vigor, they all felt a kind of blood and strength, a kind of cultivator's freedom and ease.

"You ......"

Murong Jiu's arrogant words immediately angered the young general, his face was like a pig's liver, his eyes were like fire, he suddenly lifted a pear flower spear and pointed at Murong Jiu from afar. Even the other young generals bounced up from their chairs one after another, staring at Murong Jiu fiercely, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense, with the intention of besieging and killing.

"Don't be presumptuous!" the cold voice sounded, and the Ice King's eyes swept over the young generals one by one. In the end, he cast his gaze on Murong Jiu, who had not changed his demeanor, and said, "Murong Jiu, this is my best friend, the uncrowned general of Ice Moon City, Yang Ye, and they are the Yang Gate Tiger General in the same lineage. ”

"Yang Ye, Yang Jiye, Yang Jiajiang?"

Murong Jiu's outgoing momentum was instantly recycled into his body, and he stared at the middle-aged man to the left of the Ice King with burning eyes - his resolute face was angular and angular, his deep eyes and eyes, his body temperament like a mountain, and his straight back showed his unyielding iron bones.

What a mighty uncrowned general! Look at the other generals again. Murong Jiu was affected by certain memories. He couldn't help but feel a heroic spirit.

The generals of the Yang family in memory, they shouldered the heavy responsibility of the country, expelled the Tartars, and guarded the frontier; But one by one they died heroically for the country. Men are nearly extinct. The woman resolutely put on the battle!

Brave and fearless, the Yang family is loyal and martyred, and defends the country to the death. Such a tiger will be immortal.

The heroic aura that Murong Jiu felt was not the aura of a martyr of death, but a fierce aura - fierce like a wolf and a tiger, and indomitable and strong!

"Kid Murong Jiu, I've seen Marshal Yang. Based on his respect for the Yang family general, Murong Jiu stood up and bowed to Yang Yeyao, his expression was sincere, but his body was straight, and he did not mean to grovel.

Although I admire the Yang general, he will not change his principles; he is arrogant and arrogant, he still does things casually, does not tend to be inflammatory, and does not meet the momentum.

"Murong Jiu, your posture made me see myself back then, young and vigorous, and arrogant. It is important to have the heart of an undefeated strong man, but the mistakes made under the arrogance must come at a price!" Yang Ye's starry eyes opened and closed, scattering wisps of essence light.

"I don't know what Marshal Yang Ye is referring to?" Murong Jiu respected the strong man and asked for the first time in confusion.

Murong Jiu was indeed confused, the seven sturdy generals he met in the hall on the first floor, the row of Yang generals at this time, those hateful eyes, made him sure that he had indeed made a mistake and hurt people's lives, but he didn't know who he had hurt!

In the battle of slaughtering the town, his mind was blinded, his main soul was manipulated, and he was completely confused and did not remember that he had killed a military general, Yang Jizhong. And absorbing the essence power of Yang Jizhong's corpse, under his absolute mentality of casting spells against the sky at that time, he didn't care whether his body that was torn in half was wearing armor or not—in this way, Murong Jiu didn't know that he had killed a general.

As for the hostile gaze of others, although it is difficult for him to understand, he disdains to argue and ask. After all, with the arrogance of a strong man, even if he is misunderstood, he does not bother to clarify.

The gap in the realm of strength, he has no intention of distinguishing it with the weak, this is arrogance!

"Hmph, Murong Jiu, you are so forgetful, half a year ago, you slaughtered the entire town, how could you have killed a law enforcement general, and brutally snatched his body essence, causing the bones to turn into powder?"

From the faces of the other generals, Murong Jiu could also see the deep ridicule, and his ignorant words were undoubtedly regarded by them as a scoundrel's quibble. Still without an excuse, he calmly shifted his gaze to the face of the general Yang Ye.

"Murong Jiu, you did kill a general, he is the brother of my compatriot, named Yang Jizhong. Whether you were under the control of the demons at the time or not, your fault has already been made. Yang Ye's deep eyes flashed with sadness, his fists clenched tightly, and the green tendons on his arms were revealed, obviously he was suppressing his emotions.

Yang Jizhong?

Murong Jiu's cheeks were carefree, and his eyes slowly looked at the pair of children in the middle of the generals - clothed in sackcloth and wrapped in white silk, they must be Yang Jizhong's widows. Young children lose their fathers...... Maybe in that battle, there will be a lot of innocent deaths, Murong Jiu's eyes swept over everyone one by one, the grievances of the Yang family generals, the indifference of the Ice King, and the indifference of the master.

In an instant, he completely saw the intention of this Hongmen banquet - it must be related to the enmity of the Yang family, but how much it will be related, it is difficult to guess on his face that he is happy and angry.

"What do your Yang family want?" Murong Jiu took one last look at the Ice King, who was sitting like an old monk, and he asked Yang Ye.

Cultivating the world, the well-known law of heaven and earth -- natural selection, survival of the fittest! Murong Jiu admired the Yang family general, who had a good reputation for thousands of years; in front of the people with the same surname who had crossed time and space today, he still did not want to fight with the Yang family.

"Kill people to pay for their lives, crush bones and scatter ashes!" The young Yang Yanzhao stared at a pair of eyes, and from his clenched teeth, these short eight words burst out, the words were sonorous and powerful.

Yang Yanzhao, who ignored the activists, Murong Jiu stared at Yang Ye intently, among this group of generals, only Marshal Yang Ye made him quite respectful; as for the others, without that strength, he could only be reduced to the role of jumping beam, not to worry - this is his arrogance.

"The Ice King cherishes his talents, and wants to recruit you as a general. In this way, as long as you wear linen and filial piety for my uncle, keep the soul and repent, and cut off your arm after seven days, you can eliminate the grudge with my Yang family!" A woman wrapped in silver armor, She Lao Taijun's eyebrows were slightened, showing the heroic posture of a woman under the iron and blood means, she said coldly.

Wearing linen and wearing filial piety, guarding the spirit for seven days? Murong Jiu's pupils suddenly shot out two rays of divine and demonic light, and a wave of tragic evil qi was drumming outside his body...... Repentance: What a strong She Taijun!

Murong Jiu, who was furious, was like a hideous lion king with his hair standing on end, and his powerful external energy suddenly shook Mei Lan Zhuju back, and the cups and plates on the table shattered one after another...... Wear linen and filial piety, guard the soul and repent? Your Yang family Yang Jizhong is not worthy!

His eyes looked at the Ice King coldly, if the Ice King meant so, he was afraid that he would definitely make trouble in Ice Moon City in his anger!

The world of cultivation is like a strong meat...... Respect your Yang family, you are naturally a loyal Yang family whose reputation will be passed down to future generations; if you don't respect your Yang family, to Murong Jiu, you are nothing more than a local tyrant and inferior gentry! (To be continued......