The voice is dead and silent, like a lake that has not been turbulent for thousands of years, but the words reveal a kind of domineering and unafraid of worldly interference.

It was a young man with a slender build. His face is angular, his skin is as fair as white dyeing, and his sword eyebrows and starry eyes are like a natural king, and there are no fireworks in his eyes.

He was wearing a pair of golden chain mail and a crown on his head, which added a sense of hegemony to him, although he was also a little young and vigorous, but his expression was full of expression, and he was not familiar with the slightest temperament.

Holding a spear in his hand, what is even more attractive is that there is a golden dragon pillar on this spear, lifelike, like a real dragon climbing on the body of the spear, powerful and domineering, full of dragon power.

The white blade at the tip of the spear is stretched out from this mighty dragon's mouth, just like a real dragon spitting water, without the slightest sense of disobedience, but even more high-end atmosphere.

Bai Ran had been staring at this spear for the first time he saw it, and his expression looked a little surprised, with a slight hint of happiness, as if he wanted to see this spear but had to feel like he had no effort and threw himself into a net.

The young man's eyes looked at the troublesome Qi Wushuang without any waves, his cold expression remained unchanged, and he approached step by step with an irresistible cold aura.

Who is this person?

His appearance caused the people in the audience to suddenly reach a climax from the silence just now, and they actually chanted a name in unison.

Nangong Han!

From his words, it can be heard that Nangong Dao, the city lord of Jizhou, is his uncle. The people's familiar cheers for him and the "Toukui is not from the Nangong family?" that they had heard before, and they understood that it was him.

The corners of Bai Ran's mouth slightly curled, and he only whispered in a voice that he could hear, "Xia Kui, this king has found it." ”

Another unfamiliar name, another mysterious word.

"You are Nangong Han?"

Qi Wushuang looked at him with a cold face and contempt and asked.

Nangong Han stood in front of Nangong Dao, stood up with a spear, and said coldly, "It's exactly below." ”

Qi Wushuang looked at Nangong Shi and said mockingly, "I heard that Marshal Nangong Shi of the Great Zhou Dynasty has an only son, his face is like an iceberg that has not melted for thousands of years, he often looks at the world with cold eyes, and he is arrogant and domineering, and there is no one in his eyes!

Nangong Han's expression was still the same, and he said tepidly, "Please don't talk too much nonsense, you can't afford to delay the progress of the Qingfeng Conference! If the people of the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect don't know how to observe words and colors, hum~ It will be a matter of time before they are destroyed." ”

"What did you say!"

Qi Wushuang was furious, and angrily pointed at the bridge of Nangong Han's nose and said.

Nangong Han didn't look at him, and said casually, "It's just literal." ”

Clench your fists and make a bony sound!

The long sword on his back was just about to be unsheathed, but in the next moment, it was pressed back by a palm with amazing strength!

It's Nangong Dao who has been talking kindly. At this time, his face was serious, majestic and domineering, staring at Qi Wushuang with thick eyebrows and frowning, and said coldly.

"If you make trouble, the Nangong family will accompany you to the end! As the nephew said, the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect can't afford to delay the Qingfeng Conference, and you can't afford it!"

Before the words fell, the corners of Qi Wushuang's mouth twitched, and he saw that the two immortals of the Pu family, who had been silent behind Nangong Dao, were walking towards him slowly, with light steps, but they were powerful.

The Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect can bully anyone, but it can't afford the anger of the Immortal Sect, and it is also afraid that it will not get a good impression in front of the immortals, which is a big taboo for cultivating immortals.

Qi Wushuang knew this, so when he saw the two immortals coming, he hurriedly put down his killing intent.

"What a Nangong family!" Qi Wushuang snorted lightly, let go of the hand holding the sword, and threatened Nangong Han, "Enter the Dripping Mirror, Hugh wants me to touch you!"

"Always with you!"

Nangong Han was indifferent.

"Yo Yo Yo ~ Did Young Master Ben miss a good show? Nangong Han, you can't do this~ The Nangong family is the face of my Great Zhou, and he lost people in front of the little Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect, don't say that he is my friend of Tang Yue in the future!"

This remark is harsh and mean, with a sigh of embarrassment.

Hearing the sound and seeing the appearance of this person, Chen'er and Yuan Miao looked at each other and smiled, as if they had thought of something funny.

Phew~ Looking at it like this, I thought of something funny, and this incident was a farce that happened at the Qingfeng Inn.

Because this person is the Great Zhou royal family called "son" by Yuan Miao - Tang Gongzi.

Behind him were two figures, a man and a woman, and they were not the scar-faced and black-robed men who were eating with him at the same table in the Qingfeng Inn.

"You two are finally here. ”

The corners of Bai Dye's lips rose slightly, and he muttered.

"Shut up, lest the world be chaotic, right?"

Nangong Han glared at Tang Yue and said in a cold voice.

Qi Wushuang was originally the one who wanted to go back to Tang Yue the most, but because the two immortals of the Pu clan were looking at him fiercely, he didn't speak, but just remembered this person's face fiercely in his heart, and planned to deal with it with Nangong Han.

The two immortals of the Pu family bowed slightly to Tang Yue, which was regarded as a salute, Tang Yue did not slack off in the slightest and returned the salute, and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, when he turned around, he saw Yuan Miao who was secretly snickering!

He was originally polite and smiling, but his face suddenly became stiff, but it was fleeting, and in the place where so many people were looking, Tang Yue smiled calmly.

"If you drink too much, you're still coming, aren't you afraid that I'll hold a grudge, master?"

Yuan Miao shook her head, "Don't be afraid~"

Tang Yue snorted lightly, and then didn't pay attention to Yuan Miao anymore, but ended up calm again.

Chen'er couldn't guess whether this Tang Yue was angry or not, his expression was not complicated, but it was different from normal people. When he should be angry, he laughs and teases.

"Is this a disguise?"

Chen'er murmured in her heart, not disagreeing.

"Can you start?

Bai Ran asked humbly towards Nangong Dao.

Nangong Dao looked around, as if he was looking for someone, but he didn't forget to respond, "There is still one person who has not arrived, please be calm." ”

"Uncle Nangong, I'm here!"

A beautiful figure pierced through the sky, the figure was like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, wearing a light-colored long skirt, and holding a thin sword carved with ten thousand lotus flowers in her hand.

She landed peacefully in the ring, her lips were red and her teeth were white, her face was like a peach blossom, her skin could be broken by blowing, she was envious of others, her nose was high, her thin eyebrows were long, and her beautiful eyes were rippling, like a star in the sky, shining and moving.

His hair is fluttering, his figure is graceful, and he is full of charm, and he is really a daughter of a city with almost perfect development.

"Enron, why are you here so late? Nothing happened, right?"

Tang Yue's face was full of sorrow, and he looked at this woman with a worried look and asked Anran.

An Ran shook his head and smiled.

Just as Tang Yue wanted to step forward to speak, he was just about to walk, but An Ran ignored him, and jumped towards the Nangong Iceberg on the side with a smile on his face, ignoring the eyes of the people around him, and directly put his hand on Nangong Han's arm.

In the subtleties, Tang Yue was jealous, and coldly glanced at the man and woman he brought, and his eyes were full of reminders.

"It seems that what he wants is Nangong Han's life!"

The white dye is in full view, and I secretly thought to myself.

Nangong Dao coughed lightly and counted the number of participants, a total of fifteen people if Chen'er was included. There are nine people named by name, and the remaining six are immortal cultivators who came after Qi Wushuang came out and before Bai Ran came to power.

Nangong Dao nodded at the two immortals of the Pu clan, then walked a few steps towards the edge of the ring, and announced in a deep voice again, "The number of candidates for this conference is a total of fifteen!

As the lord of Jizhou City and the executive officer of the Qingfeng Conference appointed by King Wu of the Great Zhou, Nangong Dao hereby solemnly announces that the Qingfeng Conference has officially begun!

Worship the heavens!"