Please Kill the Demon

After the Longtai roll call, today's ceremony is considered to be over for the time being, and the immortals retreat. Those who don't want to stay for a long time can turn around today, and those who are still in the mood can take a stroll around Yudu City.

The Shushan disciples also returned to the palace, but their celebration was not over yet. Tomorrow night, they will be invited into the palace and enjoy the Qinghong Banquet, which is known as the best in the world, with the emperor.

A roll call on the dragon platform and a feast for Qinghong are the complete ceremony for winning the championship.

At the Qinghong Banquet, not only Shushan Disciples were invited, there would be singing and dancing performances at the banquet, and the best musicians and dancers of the Yu Dynasty had already been invited in advance.

In previous years, Nanyinfang would have appointed an outstanding disciple to perform, but this year it did not—because Nanyinfang rarely entered the top ten this year.

There is a slight possibility of winning the championship.

People who might sit in the Qinghong Banquet would naturally not participate as performing guests, so they waited until the Longtai roll call was over before the leader of Nanyinfang brought up the matter and decided that Shen Qingyan would go to the palace to perform.

The imperial court has always had a good impression of Shen Qingyan, and made no secret of their expectation that she would marry the second prince and become the future queen. Faced with this, Nanyinfang was willing to create opportunities, but it would not interfere with the opinions of its disciples. Letting her perform in the palace this time also gave Shen Qingyan a chance to get in touch with the second prince.

Shen Qingyan herself didn't really want to get in touch with the Second Prince again, but after all, it was a mission of the teacher's sect, and only the best disciples had been there over the years, so she couldn't shirk it. If she shirks it and finds another fellow student, then everyone will feel embarrassed.

What's more, participating in the Battle of the Imperial City this time is considered to have created the best results in recent decades. The sisters of Nanyinfang are in a good mood, and they are going to celebrate tonight.

It's just that the whole city is still immersed in the frenzy of the Fairy Gate Conference. There are many pedestrians on the street, and the disciples of Nanyinfang will definitely be surrounded as soon as they show up.

So they took a carriage all the way out of the city and came to a manor outside the city. This place is relatively familiar, quieter, and they can eat, drink and play casually.

The chariots and horses walked slowly outside Yudu City, and stopped outside a garden with a plaque hanging Jingya Xianzhuang.

It was originally a pleasant trip, but when Shen Qingyan got out of the car, a sudden change occurred!

A black shadow slowly approached in the bamboo forest outside the manor, and the girls hadn't noticed it yet, but a sudden shout came from the carriage: He Fang Xiaoxiao?

Since Shen Qingyan was attacked last time, in addition to the elders who led the team, Nanyinfang specially sent an elder who is good at fighting in the sect to sit in charge. It was she who spotted these sneaking enemies at the moment.

Zheng——

Immediately there was a plucking sound, and those black shadows walking close to the ground were immediately frustrated, as if there was an invisible wall in front of them, and they bumped into it head-on.

After a few screams, several men in black jumped out of the ground and fell to the ground one after another.

At this time, several core disciples who got out of the car also became alert, took out their instruments and looked around.

But in an instant, there was a flash of yellow wind, and a black shadow swept in front of Shen Qingyan like a fierce gust of wind.

Dare! The elder in the car paused again, and flew out!

Shen Qingyan also wanted to fight back, but the black shadow raised his hand and slapped it, which was as fast as lightning, and there was no way to resist it.

Bang——

Shen Qingyan was hit by a palm and fell to the ground vomiting blood.

The black shadow turned and left.

The elder of Nanyinfang plucked four strings in succession, and the four sound blades followed him away. With a flick of his sleeve, all the sound blades were absorbed and disappeared by a black vortex.

One hit and go, no desire to fight.

It's really shameless for you to sneak up on my sect's disciples for being a powerful expert in the seventh realm! the elder cursed angrily.

With such a ghostly skill, the other party obviously has the same seventh-level cultivation as her. Under such circumstances, it is really difficult for her to completely protect several disciples with one attacking and one defending.

Immediately, he could only let the other party go, and turned around to check on Shen Qingyan's condition.

The elder took the pulse with his fingertips, and immediately frowned and said: Fortunately, it's just a shock to the meridian, it's not a big deal, just go back and take some medicine and rest for a while.

At the same time, I also have some doubts, what is the purpose of these thieves? To mobilize a seventh-level power just to injure Shen Qingyan?

It can't be some fanatical fan of Xue Lingxue and Yu Xiang'er, right?

The reason why she thought in that direction was because such outrageous things had indeed happened before. A fanatical supporter of a core disciple, so he attacks another core disciple... and such things are not uncommon.

It's just that it's rare to have such a high cultivation base.

I'm fine, don't worry. After adjusting her breath a little, Shen Qingyan confirmed that she was not seriously injured, and said weakly, It's just that I might not be able to go to the performance in the Palace of Tomorrow.

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In the perennially empty Shenhuo Temple, there was a copper stove steaming hot pot in the middle, two people sat facing each other, each picked out a bowl of vermicelli, and chattered fiercely.

Hiss—

Hiss—

Why do you always imitate me? Di Nvfeng raised her eyes and stared at the biological father opposite.

I don't have any. Mingde put down his chopsticks and said, It's just...it's really delicious.

Really? said the emperor Feng Dalala, what's the relationship between us, can I still lie to you? With our Shushan base material, and my secret dipping sauce, there is no bad taste thing.

Indeed. Mingde nodded in agreement.

These secret recipes of mine have been passed down from generation to generation. They are passed on from daughters to men, if I don't ask you for something, I wouldn't pass them on today. Emperor Feng said.

Mingde: ?

These words sounded vaguely against Tiangang.

But he still asked, What's the matter?

Such a delicious dipping sauce, you go to Qinghong Garden to steal a chicken tonight while it's dark, and we'll have a hot pot tomorrow, the taste is guaranteed to be delicious. The emperor said again.

... Mingde was speechless for a while, Are you still thinking about this?

It's fine if I haven't eaten it. The key point is that I ate it once in the past. The meat is really delicious and unforgettable. The emperor phoenix bar smacked and said aftertaste.

The Qinghong Banquet has been traditional for so many years, except for the emperor who can eat a few more meals, I haven't heard of a second repeat customer. Mingde couldn't help laughing.

Yes. The emperor's daughter Feng thought suddenly, If I become the emperor, I can justifiably eat once every twelve years.

No need. Mingde quickly reached out his hand to interrupt her thinking.

Although it sounds outrageous to want to be an emperor just to eat the Qinghong Banquet, if it is the emperor's daughter Feng, it may not be serious.

Hey, don't worry. Emperor Feng smiled and said, I don't want to take the emperor's position for a long time...

Just when Mingde breathed a sigh of relief, Emperor Nvfeng immediately said, It's yours that I want to steal.

Alas... Mingde couldn't help but sighed.

Do evil.

Emperor Feng said: We made an appointment before, you won't go back on it, will you?

What she said, of course, was that as long as Shushan won the first prize in the Immortal Gate Conference, Emperor Nvfeng could compete with him.

Naturally. Mingde smiled wryly.

In fact, no one thought that Emperor Nvfeng would succeed in the fight.

The people of the royal family would block Di Nufeng's idea before, because they were worried that Mingde's paternal love would overflow, so they directly took the initiative to hand over the Fen Cang Dao to Di Nufeng... After all, the previous behavior of this guardian showed that he was not A very reliable person.

Fortunately, the emperor later confirmed with Mingde that he did not have such an idea.

As long as he doesn't take the initiative to give it, even if there are 10,000 people who want to fight, so what?

It is precisely because of this that the emperor will help Chu Liang and give him immortal magic to enhance his strength, so that he is not afraid of Shushan winning the championship. Because as long as Mingde doesn't want to give it, no one is afraid of Di Nvfeng to snatch it.

It is a very slim thing to fight for the Lord's Dao in the seventh realm at any time.

Seeing Empress Feng's proud face now, as if she had won the battle, Mingde couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

This daughter is really...

I can completely understand why she is notorious in the world of cultivating immortals. After all, not everyone is her own father.

What's more, she even wanted to beat her own father.

It is true that no one is used to it.

Then don't be polite to me at that time, and you don't have to give in to me. Di Nvfeng said, We are brothers, and we will settle accounts clearly, so don't show mercy.

... Mingde felt the veins in his temples throbbing.

Just when he didn't know what to say, he suddenly heard a startling dragon chant from outside.

Roar--

The sound of the dragon's roar contained strong spiritual power, which shook the entire imperial city including the Divine Fire Hall. The rolling waves spread out of the imperial city and spread to the streets, overturning a large number of pedestrians.

When Mingde stepped on his right foot, it felt like a needle stabbing the sea. There was a huge force to restrain the tide, so that it did not spread to the entire city of Yu.

What's going on? Empress Feng stared in Long Yin's direction.

Mingde has already stood up abruptly: It's Huanlongchi!

Good morning.