On this day, Su Jingtian, the sect leader of the Yin Yang Sect, came to visit.

"Virtuous nephew, you are in the Yin-Yang Sect, do you still feel comfortable?" asked Su Jingtian with a smile.

"Thank you uncle for your thoughtful arrangement!" Lu Chen bowed.

"Mei'er, when will she be out of the customs?" Lu Chen asked.

"A few days ago, she suddenly said that she wanted to retreat to consolidate her cultivation realm, but she didn't say when she would be out of the realm!" Su Jingtian guessed in his heart that her daughter's sudden retreat was probably related to Lu Chen, but since neither of them said it, she could only pretend to be confused.

"By the way, nephew, in three days it will be the once-in-a-decade Western Desert Trading Event. Su Jingtian said.

"Uncle, where is this trading event held?" Lu Chen asked.

"More than 100,000 years ago, the four oasis of the Western Desert formed a business alliance, the trading event was held by this business alliance, this year is just the 10,000th session, the scale is unimaginable, I heard, there have been more than 100,000 monks from the other three domains of the mortal world rushed over, and this time there is a special auction, there will be a lot of rare treasures. Su Jingtian introduced.

"Every trading event will be held in the four oases of the southeast, northwest and northwest of the Western Desert in turn, this year it is our turn to be the southern oasis, the location of this trading conference is selected in Wulingyuan, this city is just located in the middle of our Yin Yang Sect, the Blood Demon Temple and the Ten Thousand Demon Gate, it is a neutral force. ”

"Virtuous nephew, it will take two days from my Yin Yang Sect to Wulingyuan, if you agree, why don't we set off today?"

"Lu Chen obeys his uncle's arrangement!" Lu Chen said.

After a while, everything was ready, and several Yuanying Great Perfection elders such as Yin Yang Sect Sect Sect Leader Su Jingtian, Deputy Sect Leader Gongsun Kang, and Li Dongyang embarked on the journey to Wulingyuan to participate in the Western Desert Trade Festival with Lu Chen.

Two days later, the group finally arrived at Wulingyuan, and after paying the spirit stones for entering the city, Su Jingtian, Lu Chen and the others went straight to Wulingju, the largest inn in the city.

"Shopkeeper, are the nine upper rooms booked by our Yin-Yang Sect ready?" asked Law Enforcement Elder Li Dongyang.

"Wuling Ju Wu Da paid a visit to Sect Master Su and all the seniors. The shopkeeper Wu Da bowed to everyone and saluted.

"Sect Master Su, you are here, but it's great, you also know, because of the trade event, all the inns in the city are basically full, just now there were a few guests, who came from the East Oasis to stay, and asked for the Tianzi room, I told them that these rooms were reserved for the Yin Yang Sect in advance, they didn't give up, they had to let the villain give them these upper rooms, otherwise they would demolish my inn, Sect Master Su, you can save me!"

"Shopkeeper Wu, you don't have to worry, this matter is up to you!" Su Jingtian pondered for a moment and said.

At this moment, a yin and yang weird and arrogant voice came.

"Who is the one who occupies these Tianzi rooms, it turns out to be the Su Sect Master of the Yin Yang Sect!" The person who spoke was a man with a golden crown in his hair, a cloud satin brocade robe, and sword eyebrows, at a cursory glance, his facial features were handsome, he looked gentle and elegant, and his bearing was extraordinary, but there was a yin evil between his eyebrows.

Su Jingtian is a long-famous God Monarch, and he is the master of a sect, so naturally he will not be as knowledgeable as Murong Xuan.

"This person is Murong Xuan, the young sect master of the Yin Corpse Sect of the Eastern Oasis, who cultivated in the early stage of the transformation of the gods. Li Dongyang said to Lu Chen.

"Murong Shaozong, you have to pay attention to everything first, come first and arrive first, these rooms were booked by our Yin Yang Sect a few months ago. Li Dongyang said righteously.

"Hmph, what is your identity, this Shaozong and your Su Sect Master are talking to you, and you dare to interject?" Murong Xuan's eyes flashed slightly, and a strong aura suddenly erupted in his body, and the mighty power of the gods was suppressed towards Li Dongyang.

Li Dongyang snorted, his face turned pale instantly, and blood spilled faintly from the corners of his mouth.

"Murong Shaozong, what do you mean by this?" Su Jingtian asked in a deep voice.

"It's not interesting!I heard that some time ago, the Yin Yang Sect was besieged by the Blood Demon Hall and the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, and the foundation of more than 100,000 years was almost destroyed!" Murong Xuan showed a slight sneer on his face.

"I'm afraid Murong Shaozong doesn't know yet, right? The Lord of the Blood Demon Palace, Song Pengcheng, father and son, have all been killed by the Yin Yang Sect. Lu Chen said.

Murong Xuan's heart was shocked, he really didn't know about it, this person frowned, could there be any seniors behind the Yin Yang Sect, but he heard that Song Pengcheng, the hall master of the Blood Demon Palace, had broken through to the middle stage of the Transformation of Gods, thinking of this, he was secretly jealous in his heart.

"Sect Master Su, how about a bet between you and me? Let's each send a Yuanying Great Perfection Monk to have a try, if your Yin Yang Sect wins, this Shaozong will turn around and leave, if my Yin Corpse Sect wins, these nine Tianzi rooms will be given to you, I don't know what you think?" I have to say that Murong Xuan is scheming, if he loses, it won't be a big deal, but if he wins, it will make the Yin Yang Sect lose face.

"Okay!

"Elder Mu, this competition is up to you!" Murong Xuan said to a thin black-clothed old man behind him.

"Yes, Shaozong!" the old man surnamed Mu replied respectfully.

"This fellow Daoist, I don't know if you are interested in making a few moves?" The old man surnamed Mu said to Lu Chen, obviously instructed by Murong Xuan, just now Lu Chen spoke against him, which made this young sect of the Yin Yang Sect extremely unhappy.

When the old man surnamed Mu challenged Lu Chen, Murong Xuan found that everyone in the Yin Yang Sect showed a strange expression, and this person chuckled in his heart, this young monk in front of him would not be an existence pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!

"This Elder Mu, do you really want to challenge me?" Lu Chen asked.

"Of course, don't Daoyou think I'm not worthy?" The old man surnamed Mu felt that he was being despised and his face was gloomy, although he was not famous in the West Desert, he was quite good at cultivating himself, and he was only one step away from turning into a god, how could he not be angry when he was so despised by Lu Chen at this moment!

"That's not it, fellow Daoist, why don't we go to the inn and try it out!" he said, making a gesture of please.

The old man surnamed Mu snorted coldly and walked out of the inn with a gloomy face.

I heard that there was a competition between the two great Yuanying Great Perfection monks, which attracted monks from the inn and nearby to come and watch.

The old man surnamed Mu slapped the storage bag with his backhand, and with a few loud bangs, several black coffins suddenly appeared in front of this person, and then

One dried corpse after another crawled out of it, and a strong smell of death suddenly filled the air.

As the old man surnamed Mu struck out a few magic decisions with both hands, these corpses whose cultivation was comparable to that of the Yuanying Great Perfection monk roared on their backs.

Whoa!

Dozens of dried corpses kicked their feet violently, and under the slight earthquake on the ground, their figures turned into a black light and went straight to Lu Chen.

Lu Chen's face was calm, and he casually took out an eighth-order talisman from the storage ring and raised it forward.

After the talisman burned out, there was a whistling sound in the void, and suddenly two huge fire wheels appeared, and from time to time flames flew out of them, from which bursts of heart-palpitating hot temperature were heard.

With the sound of the wind, two wheels of fire pressed against the ground and turned towards the wheels of the dried corpses.

Several terrible screams rang out, and the three dried corpses in front were instantly burned to ashes.

The six corpses behind followed the wheel, and the roar was full of fear.

The loss of the three dried corpses took the monk surnamed Mu decades to refine successfully, which made him heartbroken, and this person hurriedly collected the remaining six dried corpses, and then gritted his teeth and took out a golden leaf from the storage bag in great pain. This leaf is not simple, and it seals the full force of the early stage monk of the Transformation God.

The old man surnamed Mu silently recited the mantra, and the golden leaf flew into the air, and its volume increased rapidly, turning into a huge golden palm the size of six zhang, and he shook it heavily towards the two flame flywheels, which barely blocked the forward momentum of the fire wheels.

A moment later, the golden palm and the fire wheel ran out of energy, flickered a few times, and then disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, Lu Chen's right hand was raised, and a white light flew towards the old man surnamed Mu.

The latter had already taken precautions, and a blood-colored shield instantly appeared in front of this person.

When this white light was a few feet away from him, the old man surnamed Mu gasped, this turned out to be a dense seventh-order Tianjing ant, after a few breaths, a layer of ice crystals appeared on the blood-colored shield, and then the person's whole body was also covered with ice crystals, and the old man surnamed Mu was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture, but Lu Chen did not let the Tianjing ant die, but just froze this person.

At this time, Murong Xuan, the young sect master of the Yin Corpse Sect, understood the meaning of the expressions of the people of the Yin Yang Sect just now, and dared to choose the most powerful person on the other side, and a trace of jealousy faintly flashed in the eyes of this person looking at Lu Chen.

"This fellow Daoist, good means!Sect Master Su, farewell!" Murong Xuan said coldly, after speaking, his hands were raised, and a soft light instantly enveloped the ice sculpture, and after a few breaths, the ice crystals on the surface melted, and the old man surnamed Mu regained his freedom.

"The subordinates are incompetent, please punish the young sect!" the old man surnamed Mu bowed down and asked Murong Xuan for guilt.

"It's because the other party's strength is too strong, let's go, let's change to an inn!" After speaking, Murong Xuan turned around and left.

"Virtuous nephew, the matter of the Yin and Yang Sect has implicated you, I really can't help it, and the monks of the Yin Corpse Sect are particularly vengeful and have caused you unnecessary trouble. Su Jingtian said apologetically.

"Uncle, the little nephew is just doing his best, the monks of the Yin Corpse Sect are just clowns, if they don't know what to do, I don't mind letting them become real corpses. Lu Chen said with a smile.

Seeing that the trouble had been solved, the shopkeeper Wu Da hurriedly and respectfully invited the people of the Yin Yang Sect into the inn and personally served tea to make amends.