The next day, the Penglai meeting room, the night meeting room and the day are not the same, because the meeting room itself is a place made of spar, a palace carved by spar, there is a bit of fantasy in the magnificence, the daytime meeting room is dazzling, and the night meeting room is gorgeous and colorful.

This palace is used to receive foreign guests or VIPs, and almost all of the high-level guards of Penglai are received here, and finally decided to serve Penglai Mishima.

Today's living room ushered in two guests again, one is the prince of the Yimu Dynasty in the Eastern Regions, and the other is the overhaul of the catastrophe, in exchange for any time, these two people can be warmly entertained by Penglai, but today is different, because one of them has a common hatred with Penglai.

The two of them had a peculiar shape, covering their heads with large and wide black hats, and when they came to the living room, Xihua ripped off their hats and gently took off the black hats for the prince of the Eastern Regions.

There are only four people in the whole living room, and the palace made of crystal can clearly see the businessmen coming and going from the outside world, but outsiders can't see through the internal facilities through the crystal wall.

Xihua looked at the merchant who was trading through the spar with relish, touched Liu Yuanzong's thigh and said with a smile: "Pretend to be mysterious, the things they trade are not counted, add a few legends at will, and they will be worth a hundred times more immediately, and some people are scrambling to buy them, they are as stupid as cattle and horses......"

Liu Yuanzong stepped back, avoiding Xihua's claws, and couldn't help but mock the old man in front of him with white hair, garbage? The magic weapon close to the immortal weapon is garbage? Oh, yes, the old thing is a catastrophe monk, and the ordinary magic weapon really can't be put on the table......

Liu Yuanzong's eyes were attracted by a drunken landscape painting with a sword, the brush was stiff, not a top grade, but it contained supreme sword energy, and the value of this painting was different.

Xihua approached Liu Yuanzong cordially, and the strength in his hand became softer: "Don't worry, with me, they can't do anything to you." ”

Liu Yuanzong only felt goosebumps on the part that was touched by the other party, and he even despised Xihua's words, with you, Lao Tzu was even more uneasy, from the eve before to yesterday, another night passed, Liu Yuanzong seemed to have a nightmare that would never wake up.

The pampered Liu Yuanzong came to the Central Domain to experience many firsts in his life, and the most profound memory was the closest to death, that is, the time period when he got along with Xihua, those damn men in black used rough methods to cut their flesh and bloodletize......

But if it weren't for the lewd woman quenching the poison on the dagger, those people in black wouldn't have to use knives, the toxins on the daggers were very deadly, and Liu Yuanzong, who was proficient in poison, couldn't tell if it was a poisonous type.

Liu Yuanzong is difficult to distinguish the toxin attributes, and those people in black are even less capable, he has experienced a terrible knife cut, thinking of this, he rushed to his eyes with hatred, if there is a chance, he will play with the scum who abused him one by one to death, so that they can also taste the suffering they have suffered.

"If your own ability is insufficient, it's best not to show that kind of hateful gaze, then I will tear up the ticket. Xihua said lightly: "I have heard of your mother's name, Liu Xuanjin...... The first demon in the world, a great powerhouse, you are her eldest son, but your performance is a big disappointment......"

Xihua said to himself: "Think about it, how can you have time to restrain you if you rule the entire Eastern Regions? I heard that your women in the Eastern Regions are inferior to men, and your father should also be the number one person, otherwise how arrogant is your mother, how can she look at your father? But your father doesn't care about you, maybe he is planning a shocking conspiracy, and it is very likely to overthrow your mother's Otogi Dynasty, don't look at me...... This is all true, a similar incident happened to the old man once......"

Liu Yuanzong wanted to slap him over, Lao Tzu doesn't care if you are a robbery monk, an elder of Lang Huantian? God knows if it's true or not, anyway, Lao Tzu knows that your old dog was born in the Sword Sect, who knows if it's a drama directed and performed by you, an old dog, and Penglai? Just to make your mother hate Lang Huantian and fight against that mysterious force with Penglai?

Xihua didn't expect Liu Yuanzong to reply to him, looked at the sky, and then turned his head to look to the side, a majestic man in a coarse cloth blue shirt, one hand to adjust the Hu string, the other hand to pull the Xuan pole.

The desolate and mournful melody rippled in the palace building, Xihua seemed to think of something, as we all know, the erhu melody is sad, and even the most skilled pianist of this instrument can not play the clear rhythm.

What makes Xihua change is that this tune is very similar to the rhythm of Shi Kuang playing Jiao Lanqin, and he thought of the big battle with Shi Kuang, the combination of the robbery and the fight, and the Xihua who won the battle almost capsized, and when Shi Kuang plucked the strings, stirring up the deepest memories in his heart and the most unwilling to look back, the sky was dark, like the gloomiest corner of the inner world......

Xihua looked at the violinist and said calmly: "Lord Mingzun has such a talent for music, and it is only so close to Shi Kuang." He knew that Shi Kuang would not appear, but when he said this, Liu Yuanzong looked at him with contempt on the spot.

However, Liu Yuanzong searched for a long time to find the object of Xihua's conversation, the rough man with tasteless clothes, the person almost stood in the blind spot of his sight, obviously his eyes swept over that position, but he automatically ignored the past, he knew this blue-shirted man, the owner of the three islands of Penglai, and the legend was that he was a strong man on a par with his mother.

Liu Yuanzong was hostile to Mingzun, in order to save the scum of the fusion realm, he sent himself into the tiger's mouth, in his eyes, Mingzun was almost equal to Xihua, the same hateful, the same angry, and at the same time he despised Mingzun in his heart.

Such a powerful and invincible powerhouse would do boring long-term work, and Tianqiao sang such a degrading dirty thing, but he knew that this three-island lord with almost no sense of existence was the unshakable patron saint of Penglai.

Xihua smiled: "As I expected, Mingzun didn't appear, and Xiao Jingyao didn't dare to talk to me alone." ”

"Think highly of yourself. Mingzun said lightly: "Anyone who sets foot in Penglai, as long as the owner of the island is willing, even the immortals will never want to leave this place." ”

Xihua immediately thought of the legend about Penglai, unless you can suppress Penglai Island's main frequency to deal with it, or it is best not to take your beard, because Penglai may turn into dust at any time according to the owner's wishes and bury you, not to mention whether the rumors are true or not, Xihua has already kept an eye on it.

At this moment, a person pushed open the door, and Jing Yao walked over with a clear and happy smile, her steps were impeccable, and her smile was like a spring breeze......