Fengshen: The opening spoiler of King Zhou, the plot collapsed

How to do how to do! ?

Thinking about it, Yang Mei couldn't stand this kid's aggressive posture, so she stomped her feet and gritted her teeth.

"Okay! Old man, I have a showdown! Stop pretending! Listen up, kid!"

Hearing this, Yin Hong was startled, swallowed his saliva hastily, and froze there, as if concentrating on listening to the answer.

Seeing the old man's angry but hesitant to speak, Yin Hong became anxious and hurriedly urged.

"Are you saying...why are you startled?"

"This... that, alright! Disciple, listen carefully, once the name of the teacher is mentioned, I'm afraid you will be frightened to find your teeth everywhere."

"Mmmmmmm!"

Yin Hong nodded his head quickly, looking expectant.

Looking at Yin Hong who was looking forward to this, Yang Mei turned his body slightly to the side, flicked his ragged sleeves, and then stroked his eyebrows over his shoulders, all of a sudden he assumed the posture of that worldly expert.

At this moment, Yin Hong was excited.

Yang Mei's behavior is obviously not simple!

"Stinky disciple, listen up! Pindao is the third-ranked Lord of Space among the three thousand demon gods, second only to Pangu and Taoist Shichen! He is also the Great Immortal Yang Mei who created the cultivation system of the Dongying Islands!"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Mei took a step forward, and directly flicked her long eyebrows back casually, letting the breeze blow, showing a full of forceful sense of a misty fairy family.

At this moment, Yin Hong was quiet.

Jiuying was stunned.

Only Nuo Zun didn't move at all.

All that was left was the whistling of the breeze, and the hustle and bustle of the group of loose immortals below.

After a while, Yin Hongcai said with some doubts: "Yang...Yang Mei? The one with the word "Daxian?"

Hearing this, the corners of Yang Mei's mouth twitched lightly, without turning his head, he just nodded his head in such an inscrutable way, as if he had answered.

I have to say, this slight head nod is definitely in the style of an old fairy.

And Yang Mei is also very confident, her body standing next to Qinglian is as straight as that not old pine and cypress, letting the breeze blow his tattered Taoist robe to rattle.

When he rose up, he had already closed his eyes, as if he was waiting for the worship of Yin Hong, Wan Long and the cavalry.

===Chapter 471 The Responsibility of Slaying the Dragon===

next moment…

Yin Hong sprayed it, Jiuying sprayed it, Wanlong team sprayed it!

"Ha, hahaha! Young master, young master, I can't do it anymore, I can't help it! Your master is too good at fooling around... Yang Mei, great immortal Yang Mei, hahaha!" Jiu Ying was very rude , Laughing his whole body like a bowed shrimp.

At this moment, although Yin Hong didn't hold back and laughed so hard, he heard what Jiuying said.

His face was red, flushed...

After all, the one who was ridiculed was the master who knocked his head off.

If the master is ashamed, shouldn't he be ashamed too?

Quickly gave Jiuying a blank look, he went up and patted Yang Mei on the shoulder helplessly, and comforted him in a low voice with embarrassment: "Master...Master, we...we are Yang next to the handle, not Yang next to the wooden letter. You pretend Why are you still addicted? Besides, here are all our own people, so I’m afraid it’s a bit too much to pretend like this.”

"What the hell? Pretending? Poor Daoist, upright and upright Immortal Yang Mei, you brat with long hair and short knowledge, dare to say that you are pretending to be a teacher? Do you need to dress up as a teacher!"

"This, this, this..." Faced with Yang Mei, who was blushing and trying to argue, Yin Hong was stunned.

And it was Yang Mei's rebuttal that caused Wanlong's army to almost laugh too hard, and fell straight down.

The 81 real dragons carrying the sedan chair were also laughing.

It made the whole Qinglian creak and tremble violently.

Yin Hong took a look, what's the deal?

Now they are at the door of the enemy's house, but the murderous aura on their side has been completely wiped out by their old foolish master. How can this deter Yuanshi?

Looking at Yang Mei who was going to continue to defend, Yin Hong decisively raised his sleeves, and the Immortal Brew, which was made by the Ten Altars of the God Realm, flew out.

Neatly arranged in a row.

With a flick of the little hand, ten altars of immortal wine were unsealed at the same time, and the fragrance... was fleeting.

Yang Mei, who was still arguing at first, was stimulated by the strong aroma of wine, and the tip of her nose also twitched.

That mind has long been transferred from his own identity to those ten altars of fine wine!

"This... what kind of wine is this? Why is Xianli so strong?"

"Xianli? You can still smell the strong celestial power?" Yin Hong was very surprised.

"That's natural, the poor Taoist has a showdown! The poor Taoist is the Immortal Yang Mei! It's just..."

In the middle of Yang Mei's speech, Yin Hong's face drooped, and he interrupted immediately.

He even murmured in his heart: You unscrupulous little old man, you are still fooling around endlessly, aren't you?

"Do you want to drink it? If you don't drink it, you can put it away!"

"Drink! Of course I want to drink! How can such a good wine live up to you? Wait, you boy!" Halfway through the conversation, Yang Mei glanced in the direction of Kunlun Mountain, and said meaningfully, "I know you don't believe me, and I don't bother to talk to you as a teacher." You break it. But if for a while, if someone makes things difficult for you, you can just report the title of teacher! This little Kunlun Heaven, think that the name of teacher is still shocking, huh!"

With a flick of the voice, and then turning around, the old man had almost put his whole body into the wine tank.

This made Yin Hong very speechless.

I muttered even more in my heart: Master, Master, the name of Immortal Yang Mei is naturally useful, but your name of raising eyebrows... oh...

Yin Hong shook his head with a look of powerlessness.

And at this moment, he happened to catch a glimpse of the group of people who were still laughing.

Anger came to his face instantly.

"Laugh, why are you laughing! You have already arrived at Kunlun Mountain, why are you still in a daze! Don't forget the purpose of your trip!"

After being scolded by Yin Hong, the expressions of all the Dragon Clan immediately turned serious.

And those soldiers also squeezed the hilts at their waists and held the spears behind their backs, and finally seemed a little nervous.

Don't you have to be nervous?

This is Kunlun, and their purpose of coming here is very simple, that is to fight!

If he was still aggressive before, then when he really came to his territory, would he not be afraid?

After all, Kunlun's name is really too big!

And as Qinglian gradually approached, through the sunlight, a huge shadow of Qinglian finally slowly appeared above the heads of the scattered immortals.

In an instant, it seemed as if a dark cloud had covered the top!

Many people began to look up and turn around.

"Lotus... lotus platform? What a big lotus platform!" Shouts of exclamation began to fill the arena.

For a while, the crowd boiled.

"What kind of Qinglian is this? Why can't I sense its breath?"

"Qinglian Qinglian, you know Qinglian! Open your eyes wide and see, what are those dense dots!"

"What's smaller?"

Everyone heard the sound and looked up, and their faces turned pale in an instant!

"Dragon! Dragon clan! Densely packed dragon clan! This? Is that legend true?"

"Legend? What legend! Come on, tell me!"

"Hush... Keep your voice down, I was also drunk once, and I heard about it on the black market. It is said that one of the events in the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference is Dragon Slaying!"

"Slaying the Dragon!!!" Everyone was surprised, but more excited.

"Quickly, tell me specifically, how did you slay the dragon? Which dragon did you slay? And why did you slay the dragon? Tell me!"

"Don't you all know?" The speaker looked suspiciously at the bewildered immortal friends around him.

"Why do you ask if you know? Tell me quickly."

"It is said that the responsibility of slaying the dragon is today's big prize!"

"prize?"

"Yes, it's a prize! You know, in the current Three Realms, the news that Zulong was imprisoned in Longquan Cave is no longer a secret. According to reliable sources, Yuxu is rewarding Zulong! You know, that is Ancestral dragon! The blood of the ancestral dragon, the lord of all dragons! The blood of the dragon protects the body, and it is invulnerable! Tsk tsk tsk, if poor Taoists have the chance to slay dragons, it would be really... hehe!"

As he said that, the man narrowed his eyes and laughed.

However, soon his dream was broken by the people around him.

"Wake up, brother! You're the only one who still slays the dragon? Let's get together the ticket money first. You can't even get in the door, so why talk about slaying the dragon? Haha, hahaha!"

As the man's voice fell, a group of loose immortals burst out laughing.

But at this time, beside the archway at the foot of Yuxu Mountain, a man with a stick on his shoulders and a big flat peach in his hand was lying on a branch with his eyes closed and relaxed, as if he smelled a familiar smell .

I saw the tip of his nose moving, and he waved to a fat man with a fat head and big ears, dressed as a tutu.

"Fourth, fourth, hurry up, you have a good nose, smell it, do you smell anything?"

Hearing this, the fourth child scratched his stomach with a puzzled expression, and sniffed it casually a few times.

Just by sniffing, he showed an obsessed Brother Pig face, and the haha ​​at the corner of his mouth was all over with a swish!

"Smell! I smell it! Smell, what a fragrant wine! Boss, you have a good nose! My old pig is almost inferior to you. Hehehe——"

While talking, the fat man with big ears let out a pig cry, but the pig cry was much more ferocious than ordinary domestic pigs.

No kidding, this fat man is Zhu Zizhen, the fourth eldest among the Seven Monsters of Meishan, who is also the future Lord Fuduanxing!

However, upon hearing Zhu Zizhen's words, the man on the tree directly picked up the half-bitten peach and smashed it.

Obviously pissed off.

===Chapter 472 Don't dare to underestimate===

"You pig! Besides eating, you drink! Taste, I mean taste! Familiar taste."

"Smell? Familiar?" Zhu Zizhen scratched his belly.

But the next moment, fangs grew on his face.

He is a wild boar spirit, so his temper is naturally not comparable to Zhu Bajie in later generations.

Once hit by a man, I immediately lose my temper!

"Boss! Are you not familiar with the taste of wine! You are picking on me, Lao Zhu, and hitting me on purpose, aren't you?"

While talking, Zhu Zizhen rolled up his sleeves, looking like he wanted to get started.

"Fuck off, I don't have time to fight with you right now!"

As soon as it fell, the man immediately closed his eyes again and began to smell carefully.

After savoring it a few times, the man's eyes suddenly widened, and his face instantly revealed a touch of ecstasy.

Facing Zhu Zizhen, who was still grinning, he was overjoyed and said: "Quick! Fourth, call all the brothers, I will take you to see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

"Prince!" Hearing these two words suddenly, Zhu Zizhen, who had a strong personality, was shocked all over.

He has heard this person's name countless times!

Especially his boss, who disappeared for a while from time to time, and then every time he appeared, his strength would increase dramatically.

This strange phenomenon always makes the brothers envious and amazed, but when asked, the boss said with a mysterious face, "Don't say it, don't say it!"

But these people are not stupid!

Who are my brothers working for here?

They are clear!

Not only that, but they also got the witch blood brought by the boss.

The strength also increased slightly once.

As for these, they are very clear that they are absolutely inseparable from His Royal Highness, the prince who is often talked about by the boss!

What else is there to say right now?