Supreme Immortal Demon

Dong Longtou was stunned, thinking that the other party didn't hear clearly, and turned his eyes to Xiaorou, clearing his throat: "I am Dong Wangyu."

"Oh." Xiaorou looked at the strange monk who couldn't wait to explain his identity, nodded, and then smiled: "I smell the aroma of wine, let's go."

"I smell it too, and he really started drinking. It's too much."

"This Qianlongyuan is really a strange place. No wonder he didn't let us come before."

"Yeah, that group of people seemed to be crazy, looking at us with that kind of eyes. There are even weird people who come to introduce themselves. It's really inexplicable. No wonder I can only stay in Qianlongyuan."

The five people laughed and walked towards the bamboo forest, speeding up their movements, and soon disappeared.

Dong Wangyu stood there with a stiff face, his mind in a mess. The words of several descendants of the emperor echoed in his ears, and he felt a basin of cold water pouring down from his head, extinguishing the flame in his heart.

Not far away, the two dragon heads were slightly absent-minded, and the core disciples of the four monasteries who attended the banquet looked thoughtful. The disciples of Qianlong Academy who were originally talking a lot also instantly quieted down.

"They really... must have taken the wrong road."

The big dragon head Han Decheng laughed, swallowed his saliva, and turned to the stunned second dragon head: "Second brother, why don't you go and invite them back."

As soon as the voice fell, Zhuo Laosheng on the side smiled and said to several junior brothers from the Zhandao Academy: "In that case, we will go too. Eat and drink well."

Looking at the nine prospective masters who were also walking towards the bamboo forest, Han Decheng had a strong ominous premonition in his heart. He took two steps forward and whispered with a smile: "Where are you going, senior brothers? The celebration banquet is about to begin. Didn't you say that you would announce the special recruitment for my third brother Dong Wangyu?"

"When did I say that?" Zhuo Laosheng glanced at Han Decheng in surprise, and then smiled: "You misunderstood, we are not talking about this fellow Dong, but someone else. That person has really made great contributions to Guangtian Pusheng."

Buzz!

Dong Wangyu's head rumbled, and at this moment, he seemed to fall heavily from the clouds to the ground, his mind was blank. He was overwhelmed by the boundless feeling of frustration and loss.

Feeling the surprised, shocked, and pitying eyes of the people around him, Dong Wangyu's face turned red like liver and gradually became ferocious.

He had been ready to become the envied son of heaven, ascending to heaven in one step, and becoming prosperous from then on. But in just a short moment, less than a cup of tea, he didn't have time to enjoy this feeling. The glory that fell from the sky was taken away, and he was beaten back to his original form, becoming the lowest level of Guangtian Pusheng again.

"No!" Dong Wangyu took a step forward, his eyes followed the back of Zhuo Laosheng, and he almost hysterically roared: "You said it wasn't me! If it wasn't me, who else would it be! Who else in Qianlongyuan has contributed more to Guangtian Pusheng than me!"

Zhuo Laosheng had a faint smile on his face and strode forward. Without saying a word.

Su Gu also looked indifferent, and was too lazy to look back for a second time.

"Your contribution?" The last quasi-master stopped and said with a sneer without looking back, "Do you really think that Guangtian Pusheng doesn't know the true performance of the monks who go out? Just based on the two demon heads you picked up, are you qualified to talk about contribution? As for that one, the demons who died in his hands. But you picked up hundreds of times more heads."

After the voice fell, the young quasi-masters disappeared in the courtyard gate.

The cool breeze was blowing, and the moonlight was cold.

The wine and food on the table had gone cold, and the last bit of taste was gone.

No one cared. At this moment, no one cared about this celebration banquet. Without the descendants of the emperor and the quasi-masters, the celebration banquet was dim and had no attraction.

The main courtyard was quiet. There was only the sound of the wind and the low breathing of the monks.

The quasi-master's words revealed too much information, such as Dong Wangyu's exaggeration of his so-called merits and contributions, and the great meritorious person lurking in Qianlongyuan.

A vague but mysterious figure emerged in everyone's mind.

As early as two months ago, they had heard about the deeds of the mysterious genius, who led the descendants of the emperor alone to turn the tide. He thwarted the conspiracy of the Demon Cult Palace, and there were at least eight hundred demon monks who died in his hands. There were even rumors that he even seized a demon king flying boat.

Although the quasi-master did not mention the name, his words could not be clearer.

Among the new disciples of Guangtian Pusheng. Who else can kill hundreds of demons alone?

Qianlongyuan, a place where dragons and crouching tigers are hidden! In the past, there was a monk named Kongming, who lived in seclusion in Qianlongyuan. He was unknown for three years. Once he left Qianlongyuan, he led Guangtian Pusheng for a hundred years and became a legend!

Now there is another new legend, right under everyone's eyes, and they are separated by a bamboo forest!

In the silent night, hundreds of thousands of fiery eyes were cast on the bamboo forest house, as if only a gust of wind was needed to burn the bamboo forest!

"Everyone..." The big leader Han Decheng forced a smile on his face, his voice a little dry.

Before he could say anything, laughter rang out from the main table next to him.

"Friend Han, I'll go first, I'm sure you won't mind."

A core monk from the four major monasteries laughed, and without waiting for Han Decheng to speak, he leaped towards the bamboo forest.

Han Decheng's mouth moved, and his hand was halfway extended and slowly put down. His face still had a smile, but it was a bitter smile.

"Haha, I'll go and take a look too, Friend Han, please forgive me."

Another core disciple left the table.

"I'll go too, thank you for the hospitality."

"I'll be back soon."

"It's really worthwhile tonight, thanks to Fellow Daoist Han, otherwise I would have missed it."

The distinguished disciples at the main table left one after another, and rushed to the bamboo forest house impatiently. In a blink of an eye, the main table on the high platform was empty. Under the high platform, many bold disciples of Qianlong Academy had already rushed into the bamboo forest. Not long after, only 30% of the disciples were left in the main courtyard, most of whom were still monks from the Dragon Head Association. The originally lively celebration banquet became extremely deserted at this moment.

Even the remaining disciples showed a look of eagerness on their faces, but they did not dare to show too much because of the presence of the three dragon heads.

On the high platform, the faces of the three dragon heads were gloomier than each other, and there was anxiety and hidden worries between their brows.

"Brother...what should we do now?" The second dragon head Mo Yunfei asked in a low voice.

"What is coming will come sooner or later. No matter who that person is, don't think of taking away everything I have worked hard for in Qianlongyuan." Han Decheng clenched his fists, a trace of struggle in his eyes, and laughed: "Let's go. I don't believe that person really has such great power."

Turning around, Han Decheng walked towards the bamboo forest.

Mo Yunfei looked uneasy, and Dong Wangyu looked gloomy, following Han Decheng closely.

Seeing that the three dragon heads had left the celebration banquet, the monks of the Dragon Head Association could no longer hold back, and rushed forward, scrambling to rush to the bamboo forest.

In a blink of an eye, the main courtyard of Qianlongyuan was completely deserted, and hundreds of tables were empty without a single person. In the end, only a pale young monk was left standing at the intersection leading to the bamboo forest in front of the courtyard, hesitating, with hesitation and disbelief written on his face.

After a while, Gu Ying finally made up his mind. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and walked into the bamboo forest, muttering: "No! It can't be him! Absolutely impossible..."

Soon, Gu Ying came to the depths of the bamboo forest, followed the crowded crowd, and looked at the bamboo building where he used to live.

Gu Ying's heart was pounding, clenched his fists, slowly raised his head, and looked at the fifth floor of the bamboo building.

The bamboo window had been blown open by the wind, and through the billowing curtains, he saw the people drinking and laughing in the hall of the fifth-floor pavilion.

Zhuo Laosheng, Su Gu and other prospective teachers, who usually show a calm and steady image, have already drunk three or four rounds of wine, with a faint blush on their faces, whispering, talking and laughing, free and easy.

And Rong Yinglong, Yan Xiaoyi and other young descendants of the emperor have also drunk red faces, and have taken off their usual disguise of pretending to be mature, laughing and laughing.

The most eye-catching were the dozen tall monks in white robes and green clothes. They were unrestrained and uninhibited, singing to the wine, beating drums and singing. They were drunk and in high spirits, and they were unrestrained. The more they were like this, the more they showed the bearing of superiors that they were born with. It was difficult to cultivate it unless they were born in a family with millions of soldiers and lived with the strongest people in the nine heavens.

Gu Ying's face became paler and paler, and his shoulders trembled. His eyes, which had long been dimmed by the loss of his cultivation, were full of shock and panic.

In the crowd on the fifth floor, he saw the cloth-robed boy, who was sitting in the core circle, talking to the ugly and majestic monk in front of him, while drinking the fine wine poured by the white-clothed beauty beside him. He always had a faint smile on his face, and his eyes seemed intoxicated, just like everyone else, but Gu Ying could vaguely see the clarity in the depths of his eyes, which was more sober than anyone else.

Bang, bang, bang...

Gu Ying seemed to be hit in the chest by a huge hammer, and he subconsciously took several steps back. The fear in his eyes gradually turned into despair and deep regret.

"He is... Why is it him!" Gu Ying laughed bitterly and punched the bamboo beside him. The bamboo shook slightly but did not leave a trace, but instead made his fist numb.

On the fifth floor, Huang Wei, who was at a loss with a red face, and Liu Yufa, who was sleeping soundly with the help of a descendant of the emperor, all fell into Gu Ying's eyes. He knew that if they could drink with the descendants of the emperor, they would naturally have no worries about their future and might even become Guangtian Pusheng in the future.

Also shocked on the spot were all the cultivators of Qianlong Academy. How could they not guess the true identity of the young cultivator who had lived with them for more than two months?

The mysterious genius who turned the tide and made a lot of noise two months ago had actually been living with them all the time! He usually lives and practices right under their noses, but until more than ten days ago, he was still so low-key, leaving early and returning late, not attracting any attention at all.

The most unbelievable ones were the monks living in several bamboo buildings nearby. They stared at Luo Chuan with wide eyes, and thousands of words could not express their feelings at the moment.

After being shocked, regretful, and unbelievable, the disciples of Qianlong Academy turned their eyes to the three dragon heads.