Chapter 8: The Bloody Pavilion
In the evening, Gao Huan and his party came to the hall on the third floor of Changtian Tower.
The floor of the hall is paved with blue crystal, and the four walls are also huge blue crystal walls, the walls are inlaid with white shells, bright red coral, and there are round night pearls on them, and a huge lotus-shaped crystal hanging lamp is hung on the ceiling.
Under the soft and bright light, the blue crystal waves flow, making the hall on the third floor look like a legendary crystal palace.
The long black dragon lay prone in the hall, and if you looked closely, you could see that it was nothing more than a patchwork of obsidian tables. The stone tables are connected end to end in a huge circle.
The stone table was already full of fruits, cold cuts, tea, wine, etc., and every utenware was exquisite. The young and beautiful maid wore a strange cyan fishtail dress, her back, waist, and legs were almost completely exposed, and the key parts were dotted with these small shells. This kind of clothing also sets off the woman's softness to the extreme.
The maids wandered through the hall like the legendary mermaids. And the dignified and beautiful smiles on their faces, diluting the charm and charm, will make people feel that only this kind of dress is suitable for them.
Gao Huan saw a lot of three-point swimsuits and Qibi short skirts in his previous life, and he didn't feel anything wrong with these, but felt that the sea dragon would be very creative, and the different traditional style was refreshing.
Ziyun, who was following Gao Huan, entered the hall and couldn't help but pout. He snorted, "It's immoral." As he spoke, Ziyun also inadvertently glanced at Lingyun and Feiyun, the two daughters behind Gao Huan. It's a clear pun.
The open atmosphere of Sea Dragon City is incredible to most Dongtu people! If it were in the depths of Dongtu, even the girls of Qinglou would not blatantly wear such revealing clothes.
Lin Ke gently tugged on Ziyun and motioned for her not to talk nonsense. Lin Ke was very unhappy that Gao Huan accepted the second daughter, but he knew that he was not qualified to say anything, or even to be angry. That said, the mood is inevitably gloomy. She didn't want Ziyun and Gao Huan to have a quarrel.
Moreover, there were already many people in the hall, and these people were either high-ranking officials or powerful people, and each of them had extraordinary backgrounds. Ziyun's words like this are not only disrespectful to the host, but also easy to offend other guests.
Gao Huan naturally heard Ziyun's words, but he didn't say anything. Ziyun is a little like Yuan Zhen from the surname, very tough and stubborn, and a little extreme. But there is no pure oneness of Yuan Zhen, the color is strong and the inner void. Gao Huan didn't bother to bother with her.
An Fumu didn't squint, and didn't seem to hear Ziyun's words. The relationship between Lin Ke and Gao Huan is not ordinary, and the whole sect knows it. Anfu didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing. What happens between men and women, who can say it clearly. Maybe in a few years, Lin Ke will become Mrs. Gao!
Gao Huan and the others entered the hall, and a welcoming maid stepped forward to greet them. An Fu stepped forward to identify himself, and the welcoming maid hurriedly led the group towards the hall.
Before he had walked a few steps, a person greeted him from the hall, and said with a smile: "This, it must be the Taiji Xuanming True Monarch, and he has admired the name for a long time......"
The person who came was about forty or fifty years old, with a burly figure and a dignified appearance, a purple robe, a jasper belt around his waist, and a warm and hearty smile when he spoke. As he spoke, the person had already arrived in front of Gao Huan, stretched out his hand and held Gao Huan tightly, "Although Zhenjun is young, he really has a peerless heroic appearance, which makes people feel broken when they see it,"
Gao Huan is not used to such close contact with strangers now, but the person who comes is still very measured, holding it very tightly but not exerting force, shaking hands just to express a kind of intimacy, and has no other meaning.
Seeing that Gao Huan was a little puzzled, the person who came laughed, "It's the old man who is abrupt, the old man doesn't say goodbye, and the sea dragon will take care of things." ”
Although Gao Huan guessed that it was Jun Beihe, it was not easy to recognize. Jun Beihe's enthusiasm also surprised him a little. "It turned out to be Mr. Jun, and the name of the star picker shocked the world, so much so that I was clumsy, and I didn't recognize Mr. Jun, and I smiled and smiled......"
This kind of entertainment is polite, and Gao Huan is also very comfortable doing it. Especially his current identity, as long as he is polite and modest, it is to give the right face.
Jun Beihe's greeting also attracted the attention of many people in the hall. The name of Taiji Xuanming True Monarch is really resounding all over the world during this time. For Gao Huan, many people have a huge interest.
Gao Huan's facial features are handsome, his figure is slender, his moon-white clothes are not spotless, and his body is as clear and bright as the moon. Although the two twin female disciples beside Gao Huan were bright, the real powerhouses would only notice Gao Huan.
Zhang Xu in the crowd looked Gao Huan up and down seriously, and said with a slight smile: "This person has good looks and demeanor, and it is no wonder that Yuanyang Daozun appreciates it." Sure enough, it lives up to its name. "Zhang Xu, as the youngest heaven-level powerhouse in the Dragon and Tiger Dao, is also the most famous genius powerhouse in the world. At this time, the comments are high, and it will not make people feel rude.
Xuan Zhen of the Mixed Yuan Dao snorted, "The real power has not been formed, what's the big deal." If you dare to walk on the rivers and lakes, you don't know which strong person will be destroyed. can only dominate the territory of Taiyi. ”
In the crowd, there were many suspicious eyes looking at Gao Huan at the same time. A middle-aged man in black standing in the corner was always observing Gao Huan's every move. The business they took over this time in the Bloody Cloak Pavilion is not easy to do.
It's not too difficult to kill Gao Huan, but the difficult thing is not to show your feet. If they were found by Yuanyang Daozun, it would be difficult to say. Of course, if you want to say how afraid you are of Yuanyang Daozun, it may not be.
If they were really afraid, they would not have accepted this deal. The Blood Cloak Pavilion has been inherited for thousands of years, and it is the strongest killer organization in the world. The Lord of the Bloody Pavilion is mysterious, and no one knows his true face. The Blood Cloak Pavilion is also extremely secretive, not to mention Taiyi, even the Xuanyuan Dynasty can't do anything about them.
Xuanyuan Hao, the twenty-first emperor of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, died in the hands of the Blood Clothes Pavilion. Afterwards, the Xuanyuan Dynasty also pursued the Blood Cloak Pavilion for decades, but in the end, it was over. As long as the price is enough, let alone killing Gao Huan, even Yuanyang Daozun, they dare to kill it.
In the world, there is no one who cannot be killed! This is the creed of all the killers in the Bloody Cloak Pavilion. However, no one can afford to kill Yuanyang Daozun, and there is almost no chance of success.
The rule of the Bloody Cloak Pavilion is that if the assassination is unsuccessful three times, it will never be done again. The Bloody Pavilion will not be stalked, and will not stop until the target is killed. In that case, they wouldn't be able to continue to this day.
After observing it in person, the man in black dared to be sure that Gao Huan was by no means a heavenly step. This kind of person is not even a master of the Heavenly Rank, it doesn't take three times, just one chance is enough! Because the one who makes the shot will be a Heavenly Rank assassin.
This big deal cannot be lost, and it is natural to go all out as soon as you make a move.
Gao Huan, who was polite with Jun Beihe, also sensed many hostile eyes. But there are too many people, the breath is staggered and vague, fleeting, and Gao Huan is difficult to determine who they are.
Just thinking about it, Gao Huan sensed a sharp gaze like a sword piercing straight over, without concealing it at all. The murderous aura condensed in that gaze was like substance, forming a powerful threat to the divine soul.
Gao Huan followed that gaze and saw a burly swarthy monk in the crowd. The monk's robe was as red as blood, his right arm was shirtless, his thick but hidden right arm was full of muscles and muscles, a burly and broad body, short and thick black eyebrows, slightly bulging golden eyes, and the muscles on his face were extremely deep, looking both resolute and fierce, like an angry King Kong who came out of the temple.
Gao Huan looked at him and didn't let anyone.
This strange situation also made the crowd between the two people naturally separate and make way for a passage.
In terms of momentum, the burly monk clearly had the upper hand. Under the strong Heavenly Ladder Gang Qi, the red monk's robe and clothes flew hunting, and the fierce and peerless aura continued to rise, and the magic circle arranged in the hall was triggered by a powerful force, and spontaneously operated and evoked.
The waves in the blue crystal suddenly burst into brilliance, like the waves of the sea surging out, and the hall was overwhelmed by the blue divine light. The sound of huge waves continued in a row, and in the blink of an eye, the entire hall became like a real crystal palace.
Under the induction of the qi machine, almost all the azure divine light poured towards the burly monk. The burly monk is like a mainstay, allowing a ** wave of vitality to impact, but he does not move. There was not a trace of blue light in the space within Fang Yuanzhang.
Gao Huan didn't move, but he was not as domineering as the monk, but like a boat in the sea, although he stood still, he had a feeling of floating up and down. Gao Huan's body shape changed naturally, without a trace of embarrassment, showing his strength with ease.
Jun Beihe waved his sleeves, like a raging wind, and suddenly, all the waves dissipated, and the qi that was closely connected between the burly monk and Gao Huan was also interrupted.
Although the burly monk was unwilling, he still wanted to give Jun Beihe face, snorted coldly, and restrained his external strength. He already has the absolute upper hand, and he will accept it when he says it, without any hindrance.
Jun Beihe showed a wry smile and explained with some embarrassment: "That's because it's Master Yuangang of Feilong Temple, and his temper has always been violent. It's because the old man didn't think it through, he didn't expect this to happen, don't blame him. ”
Even if Jun Beihe didn't say it, Gao Huan knew that the monk was Yuangang of Feilong Temple. That Vajra five-phase wheel can be ten times more powerful than Yuanjue. Since Gao Huan killed Yuan Jue, of course he had to care about the situation in the Flying Dragon Temple.
In this generation, Yuan Gang has the strongest temper, kills the most surname, and has a good relationship with Yuan Jue. Yuan Gang, who is not afraid of death, and is a disciple of the Ten Directions Buddha, is not afraid of Yuanyang Daozun, and will definitely come to him.
For the appearance of Yuangang, Gao Huan has been prepared for a long time. It's just that I didn't expect Yuangang's temper to be so hot, and as soon as we met, I didn't care about it.
This kind of shot is more of a temptation. No matter what, the Sea Dragon Club will not allow Gao Huan to have any accidents at the banquet.
Yuan Gang said suddenly: "Poor monk Feilong Temple Yuan Gang, I don't know if Taiji Xuanming True Monarch can dare to fight!" When saying the words "Taiji Xuanming True Monarch", Yuan Jue deliberately strengthened his tone to emphasize Gao Huan's identity and forced Gao Huan to fight.
The sudden challenge also surprised everyone, and the hall suddenly fell silent.
(To be continued)