Dan Ge's Grand Gift
The Grand Elder of the Music Palace had entered the Emperor Realm. Both his personal status and the status of the Sect would rise to another level in the entire Southern Region.
Today was the birthday banquet, and all the heroes had come to offer their blessings. The Three Sovereigns and Four Sects had specially sent people here. The Zheng Clan and Dan Ge's people were absent. Could it be that they looked down on them?
They were arrogant!
In an instant, the entire square was filled with the topic of Dan Ge and the Zheng Clan. Everyone was discussing it.
In fact, many people knew that there was a big reason why Dan Ge and the Zheng Clan were not present.
Three years ago, Nan Ao had launched a surprise attack on the Wan Cultivator Alliance and wanted to annex it. Although there were many unexpected factors that delayed the war.
But in the end, the two sides still fought fiercely in Feng City.
In that battle, Feng City suffered countless casualties. Even though the Night Net Palace had joined in, they still could not change the situation. They even lost the life of the Night Net Palace's Grand Elder.
And Yue Lv Xin stood on the side of the Xuanyuan Family and personally attacked Dan Ge's Pavilion Master, Qin Hao.
This was the reason why the Zheng Clan and Dan Ge did not come.
Yue Lv Xin coveted the treasures that Qin Hao had obtained on the Coiling Dragon Peak. He killed the Wan Cultivator Alliance's martial artists in front of the battle and forced him to hand over the Dragon Spirit Dharma Idol and the Enchantment Scripture. Qin Hao had died several times in the hands of the Grand Elder of the Music Palace. The enmity between the two sides could not be reconciled.
Why would Dan Ge send people to celebrate Yue Lv Xin's birthday today?
Listening to the discussion below, the figure of a white-haired young man gradually appeared in Yue Lv Xin's mind. At this moment, his face was extremely gloomy.
What he had done back then, all the Sect in the Southern Region wanted to do. Who didn't want to have the Spirit Emperor's lost art?
He dared to stand out and snatch it. The weak were prey to the strong, the survival of the fittest.
Even if he did not snatch it, once the Wan Cultivator Alliance was defeated, the Enchantment Scripture would fall into the hands of the Xuanyuan Family. Why wouldn't he fight?
Unfortunately, in the end, the loser was actually Nan Ao.
"Lv Xin, you don't have to brood over the past. Qin Hao is a junior who is too bright and doesn't understand the principle that the tallest tree in the forest will be the first to be destroyed by the wind. He relied on his talent and wantonly displayed it. He even crowned himself with the reputation of suppressing a generation in the Southern Region. He didn't even show the slightest bit of respect to us, the seniors of the Southern Region.
People like him won't live long, "Tang Doo said in a drawn-out tone.
During the auction in Golden Light City, he had suffered a lot in the hands of Qin Hao. His nephew, Tang Xingchen, had also lost his life in the hands of that man. He was full of resentment and wished he could capture Qin Hao and skin him in public to vent his anger.
"If it weren't for the support of the Ning family, not to mention a junior from Xiliang, even the Myriad Cultivator Alliance, which had recovered the name of the State of Zheng, wouldn't have survived until today."
"I heard that the Zheng Dynasty sent a family member to participate in the Divine Palace Omen with Qin Hao. I wonder how he is doing now."
Someone said cautiously. The Divine Palace was the supreme Martial House that every martial artist in the continent yearned for. It was the cradle for cultivating Great Emperors, and it had even produced a Divine Level Expert.
If Qin Hao stood out among the tens of thousands of participants in the Divine Palace and received special training from the higher-ups of the Divine Palace, it would be disadvantageous to many forces in the Southern Region after he came out.
After all, the Spirit Beast Sect, the Music Palace, and so on had all tried to take his life.
"He received special training from the powerhouses of the Divine Palace?
Bah … "Tang Doo spat." A disrespectful and arrogant madman. I'm afraid he won't even be able to step into the gate of the Divine Palace. Perhaps, he would have already died in the assessment. "
"That's right. The geniuses of the four regions of the continent will gather here. Qin Hao won't have a chance to stand out. Hahaha …"
"It's okay if Dan Ge doesn't come to celebrate the birthday. If he dares to send someone here, the Old Man will slap them back." Everyone laughed and said.
"Bang!"
The golden-armored general of Nan Ao slammed his fist on the banquet table. The wine cup jumped and the table cracked. There seemed to be flames of anger between his eyebrows. He shouted, "Enough! Don't mention that person again."
Qin Hao was a thorn in the heart of the Xuanyuan Royal Family. He was deeply stabbed in everyone's heart.
Xuanyuan Feng died at his hands, and the second prince, Xuanyuan Wuying, also became crazy because of him. They hoped that Prince Jie could successfully erase this scourge from the world during the Divine Palace's expedition.
After this punch fell, the square suddenly became silent. No one dared to touch Nan Ao's scars again.
At the banquet, Hall Master Sanluo crossed his arms and sneered. He whispered softly, "Dan Ge doesn't dare to send someone here?
Haha … We'll know the result soon. "
Today, he didn't come to watch Le Lv Xin's birthday banquet. He came to watch a funeral banquet.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Suddenly, the sound of something breaking through the air came from the distant horizon. The sharp sound seemed to have pierced the great path of space as it surged toward the main peak of the Music Palace. Everyone present was a master cultivator, and they all sensed several powerful auras approaching at the same time. When they turned to look, they saw three flowing lights barging into the sacred ground of the Music Palace. They openly took to the air and stood in midair above the square in an instant.
At the birthday banquet of the Music Palace's Grand Supreme Elder, everyone had walked all the way from the foot of the mountain. However, at this moment, someone was actually taking to the air. Was this a provocation?
Crash!
Many people got up, and many of the Music Palace's disciples looked coldly at the uninvited guests in the air.
At this moment, three figures stood in midair. Their auras were extraordinary, and at a glance, they gave off a feeling of endless sharpness.
These three people were not very old, about 30 years old. The one in the lead was handsome and handsome, wearing a neat white robe. He stood there, and his body seemed to be filled with a kind of rhythm of the Great Path, as if it had merged into the music of the birthday banquet. It actually blended with the tunes played by hundreds of disciples, as if at this moment, he dominated the direction of the music.
The one on the right was a sword cultivator, carrying two immortal swords on his back. His eyes were narrow and extremely cold, but his gaze was like two peerless swords stabbing at others. Many of the sect leaders present did not dare to look directly at him. The first impression Elder Meng of the Sword Sect had when he saw this person was that he thought to himself, "What a swordsman."
However, when they looked at the person on the left, the square instantly exploded, and the face of the birthday girl, Le Lv Xin, was completely twisted.
The person on the left was extremely tall and burly, and his body was full of explosive muscles. His wild aura was even stronger than that of Sanluo Hall Master. Obviously, this person's physical body was extraordinary.
What was infuriating was that this burly man was carrying a coffin on his shoulder.
"On the orders of Pavilion Lord Qin Hao, I have come to celebrate Le Lv Xin's birthday."
Lei Jiao spat out an extremely cold voice. After he finished speaking, he slowly raised his palm and gently flung it.
Boom!
The coffin on his shoulder flew out and landed heavily in front of Le Lv Xin. At this moment, everyone's heart sank, as if it had been smashed by the coffin.