Leng Yan went down the mountain to the side hall and stayed in it for a long time before coming out.

As for what was arranged, perhaps only he and the big man in the side hall knew best.

When he reappeared, Leng Yan had already turned into a physical puppet.

There is no way, now it is not only the name of Leng Yan, but even his image has been passed on by Monk Chu Xu.

If Leng Yan walked directly on the street, he would definitely be recognized, and exclaimed, "It turns out that he is the little monk Leng Yan who made the Purple Smoke Pavilion unrestful....."

An hour later, Leng Yan appeared on Chu Xu's central street, looked around, and picked the largest immortal pavilion.

It is said that it is a fairy pavilion, but it is actually similar to an ancient restaurant, but the consumption needs immortal jade, and the things on it are some immortal brews and rare beasts.

After coming to the second floor, Leng Yan sat by the window, ordered some random wine and food, and began to listen carefully to the words from the mouths of the surrounding drinkers.

As the saying goes, spit out the truth after drinking, and this sentence is not wrong at all,

After getting drunk, many of the drinkers began to talk loudly about some things about the Prince's Great Competition, and some of them also talked about the past of the Black Rock Sect and the Purple Smoke Pavilion.

After sitting for about two hours, the drinkers talked about the same things as Leng Yan had heard before, and there was nothing particularly valuable.

"It seems that we have to think of some more way!" Leng Yan shook his head slightly.

However, at this moment, a drunken young man walked up to the second floor with drunken steps.

After glancing at it, he saw that Leng Yan was drinking alone, and he actually walked over to this side.

Syllable!

After the young man arrived at Leng Yan's side, he took out a jar of immortal brew out of nowhere and threw it directly on Leng Yan's table.

"Brother..... I....see you ..... drinking alone... It just so happens that I'm also alone....why don't you have a companion?"

The young man's strange behavior caused the drinkers to look back,

However, when they saw the young man's appearance, the discussion was slightly lowered.

Leng Yan smiled slightly, and made a gesture of please,

Anyway, this time I came out to inquire about the news, and it is better to have a drinker than to be alone.

"Good! Refreshing! Interesting!"

Seeing Leng Yan agree, the young man laughed, patted Leng Yan's shoulder unceremoniously, and then sat opposite him.

"Brother, in Chu Xu, there are really not many people like you? In the past, the monks all saw me, but now, look at them, hehe, except for you!"

The young man seemed to have found a confidant, and as soon as he sat down, he gushed out.

"Whiskers and horses?"

Leng Yan raised his eyebrows and looked around, and sure enough, those drinkers all bowed their heads and muttered to themselves, or pretended not to see anything.

"Do you know who I am?" Before Leng Yan could speak, the young man took a sip of the immortal brew on the table and began to introduce himself.

"I'm the eldest son of the Mo family, Mo Jun, is it ridiculous? Just because I questioned my father's decision once, I was demoted to the most ordinary and ordinary outer disciple of the Mo family, Yanxu is a treasure, but what's wrong with me? Am I not eligible? Why can't I go?"

"And that Black Rock Sect, I think my eldest sister's clothes were made by that young immortal Leng Yan! But he's good, and he's sure it wasn't the monk who did it..."

Looking at the young monk who was vomiting and crying on the other side, Leng Yan's eyebrows unconsciously raised.

"Mo Jun, the eldest son of the Mo family?" is really a coincidence.

"It turned out to be the son of the Mo family, and he has been looking up to ..... for a long time"

Since he took the initiative to send it to the door, Leng Yanyan had a reason to let it go, and he was still trying to know something about the Mo family.

In the blink of an eye, Leng Yan and Mo Jun were still drinking and talking.

They talked about the origin of the Mo family, the eldest lady of the Mo family, everything about Yanxu, and even the relationship between the Purple Smoke Pavilion and the Mo family.

But just when Leng Yan still wants to continue,

There was a noisy sound outside the restaurant, and then many immortals dressed in immortal armor on the street rose into the air and flew into the void.

"Well, what's going on?"

Drinkers leaned out of their windows to see what was going on.

I have to say that the restaurant is really a good place to inquire about the news, and soon the waiter of the store ran up to the second floor.

"Something happened to the Ling family, Ling Nantian's son fell in the Immortal Realm, and now many of the Ling family's armies have already marched towards the Immortal Realm where the accident occurred!"

Suck!

Hearing this exciting news, the diners of the entire restaurant all gasped.

Even Mo Jun, who was already about to get drunk, struggled to open his eyes.

"Something happened to the Ling family, that Ling Aotian?" Mo Jun said in a daze.

"Really, fake?" some diners still don't believe,

Although the status of the Ling family in Chu Xuan is not as good as the Mo family, it is also a wealthy family, as we all know, Ling Nantian, the head of the Ling family, is such an only son, if it really falls, it is strange that the Ling family is not crazy.

"It's true, now almost all of the Ling family's combat power has flown to the void, it is estimated that the immortal realm where Ling Aotian had an accident will not have a good time!"

One of the monks sighed.

"En, the son of the Ling family has fallen in the star field?" Leng Yan's brows furrowed slightly.

His intuition told him that this matter seemed to be inextricably linked.

"Is it Poseidon's .....?"

Thinking of this, Leng Yan took advantage of the kung fu that everyone began to make noise, and made a jade slip without a trace.

In fact, Leng Yan guessed well, at this moment, in the Western Immortal Domain, above Luofu Immortal Mountain,

A panel with a patina of eternal bronze lay quietly in a cloud of blood mist, and around the blood mist stood more than a dozen elders of Kunlun Ruins.

"It turns out that this is Poseidon's master, I thought he was a tough opponent, but I didn't expect this...."

Styx Ancestor licked his lips, looking like he wasn't enjoying it.

After they set up a large array here, they took on the appearance of those monks on the jade slips and began to wait quietly.

As a result, after someone broke into the battle, they did not hesitate to shoot with all their might,

It was only three moves, and before they could even see the face of the owner of that Poseidon, the monk was blasted into a cloud of blood mist.

In fact, it was not them who were most wronged, but Ling Aotian who came in a hurry.

In Ling Aotian's thoughts, the protagonist's aura would always be with him forever, and as for death, he never thought about it.

It's a pity that it wasn't until the moment his divine soul dissipated that Ling Ao didn't understand that he would also be ambushed and die quietly like this!

But when he was dying, he remembered the monks who had killed him.

"Alright, the mission is complete, we should also leave!"

After looking at everyone and nodding, Hongyun Ancestor waved his big hand, collected the bronze panel in the blood mist, and flew towards Luofu Immortal Mountain first.

I've been waiting for this day for too long,

I believe that it won't be long before they can reunite with their own Yan King.

(End of chapter)