Goddess Summoning System

Chapter 137 Prelude.

I saw a gorgeous woman in a gauze robe with a plum pattern approaching gracefully, attracting the attention of the surrounding disciples of Guanhai.

"Graceful and luxurious, you are worthy of being a child of a big family." A Guanhai disciple said with emotion.

"It's a pity that the famous beauty has an owner. I heard that Miss Nangong made an engagement with Senior Brother Feng Zhen a year ago. Senior Brother Feng Zhen is also one of the six sons of Guanhai, so he is a perfect match for Miss Nangong."

"It is said that Senior Brother Feng Zhen also came to the Jiange today. It seems that he made a special trip to see his wife who has never been married."

"Hey, look, Senior Brother Feng Zhen has already passed."

……

"Yu'er, you're here. Don't worry, my uncle Feng Lian is watching today, and any plots and tricks that the Jiange Pavilion Master wants to do will not succeed." Feng Zhen looked at the gorgeous woman in front of him and smiled slightly.

"Yeah." Nangong Yu responded indifferently.

"By the way, when you came to the academy a few days ago, I should have taken care of you, but you have been busy these days. Why don't I prepare a banquet for you in Dengjia Building after you finish competing with that little girl today? , we are engaged, we should spend more time together." Feng Zhen seemed to have been accustomed to the indifference of the gorgeous woman, and there was still a smile on her face.

"Let's talk about it after this competition." Nangong Yu said lightly.

"Yu'er, your father specifically asked me to take good care of you in the academy. You have to let me show my sincerity to some extent, otherwise your father will blame me."

Nangong Yu was silent for a while, and finally said calmly, "If I win, I'll go, if I lose, I'm not in the mood to eat your so-called welcome feast."

"Of course I know Yu'er's strength very well. How can a little girl who can't cultivate be your opponent?" Feng Zhen said meaningfully.

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"Can't you win this competition if you can't practice?" A tall and straight man in green robe walked slowly and said to Feng Zhen calmly.

"Dongfang Qinghou." Feng Zhen squinted his eyes and quietly looked at the man in robes in front of him. "I didn't expect you to come too."

Dongfang Qinghou said indifferently, "I belong here, why should I come here?"

Feng Zhen laughed suddenly, "Dongfang Qinghou, Dongfang Qinghou, I heard that all your hard work a while ago was in vain, and now this place belongs to others, how dare you say that you belong here? No wonder the Dongfang family has been watching the sea The academy belongs to the part where you can't go up and down, so it's probably because everyone in your Dongfang family is living in a daydream."

"He is now a disciple of the Jiange. According to the rules of the Guanhai Academy, he has the right to drive you out of the Jiange." A soft female voice appeared in the ear of the luxurious man, and he couldn't help turning his eyes to the man in the robe—— A petite woman in a long embroidered dress.

"Little sister, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. Dongfang Qinghou will surrender his status to join such a broken sword pavilion. This is undoubtedly the funniest joke in Guanhai Academy for hundreds of years." Feng Zhen said casually.

"Really? Then it seems that I will indeed become that joke in your mouth." Dongfang Qinghou said calmly.

"You really joined?" Feng Zhen's eyes showed surprise, and then he raised the corners of his mouth to look at the robed man and smiled, "Dongfang Qinghou, I can't believe that you are really willing to degenerate and join such a broken sword pavilion. A Jiange pavilion master is fine, after all, that is the ancestral wish of your Dongfang family, but you are willing to be just a mere disciple, I don’t know if your ancestors of the Dongfang family will get out of the soil in anger when they see you .”

"Presumptuous!" Dongfang Qinghou's zhenqi burst out from his body instantly, and the fallen leaves on the ground rustled with the violent zhenqi.

Feng Zhen was not afraid at all, instead he laughed more wildly, "Dongfang Qinghou, although this is Guanhai, it's not just your Dongfang family's Guanhai, if you attack me, your Dongfang family is really watching the sea!" Can't wait any longer."

The violent infuriating energy swept the entire courtyard into a cloud of dust, but it finally died down, without causing any harm to the luxurious man.

Feng Zhen still had that frivolous smile on his face, looking at the man in the robe with a little disdain. After so many years, this man is still firmly in his hands.

Suddenly, a delicate woman in a pleated ruyi moon skirt slowly came out from the inner courtyard of Jiange, looked at the man in the blue robe who was full of anger but could not vent, and said softly: "Young master said, you can do whatever you want, just It doesn't matter if you kill him. As long as the Feng family dares to make a move, he will destroy the Feng family."

Feng Zhenwen was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wantonly, "Your son still wants to destroy my Feng family, it's an idiot to say—"

Before Feng Zhen finished speaking, his pupils shrank slightly, and a figure of a man in a long robe was galloping towards him. The firmness in his eyes seemed to be really determined to attack him.

It's just that Feng Zhen is still indifferent, how can a mere Dongfang Qinghou hurt him.

"Master, be careful!"

A middle-aged man jumped out from nowhere, caught the punch of the robed man, and threw him back.

The green-robed man rolled several times in the air until he lost the strength of the middle-aged man before he landed firmly on the ground.

The delicate woman still smiled, looked at the middle-aged man impartially and said, "Young master said, you have crossed the line."

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, looked around at the curious eyes of everyone around him, and then said to the delicate woman, "Even if you are from there, you can't be so presumptuous in Guanhai."

"This sentence should be made by me. This is the sword pavilion, the master's sword pavilion, and it is not a place where you can be arrogant!"

The delicate woman waved her sleeves, raised her steps slightly, and then suddenly galloped forward. At the same time, her little hand stretched out from her sleeves and slapped the middle-aged man directly with her palm.

"It's just a little girl who dares to attack me!"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but sneered when he saw the delicate woman's powerless palm, then he clenched his right fist, injected part of his true energy into his right fist, and slowly pushed forward to meet the delicate woman's palm.

Boom——

"You can actually receive my punch, you little girl is quite capable." The middle-aged man said looking at the still and pretty woman.

"Oh, really? But my palm has just begun." The delicate woman smiled again.

The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, but suddenly felt an extraordinary burst of true energy from the delicate woman's left palm, which was even hundreds of times stronger than the true energy in the green-robed man's body just now. An irresistible strong thrust hit the middle-aged man's body.

"This is impossible!"

thump—

Before everyone could react, the middle-aged man slammed into the wall like a cannonball, creating a big hole in the wall several feet thick, and the middle-aged man who stayed in the big hole couldn't stand it for a long time. There is no sound, and it is not known whether it is dead or alive.

The whole place was silent.

(End of this chapter)