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Chapter 51 Who is that beast? Do you know him?

Darkness fills the sky, blocking the sky.

The fluorescence of the bright moon lengthened the slope of the shadows of the two people on a roof.

"Brother, Mr. Ji has agreed to the banquet tomorrow."

Qinglan's beautiful eyes looked away, looking into the darkness in the distance, and said softly.

The man in black robe standing next to her has a handsome appearance and a face like a scabbard. They are somewhat similar.

But there was a frown on the man's stern face, as if he was carrying a terrifying amount of resentment that made his aura extremely heavy.

His name is Qingfeng, the prince of the Qingxuan Dynasty. He recently successfully survived the catastrophe of slaying the path and became a king of the slaying path.

"Sister, are you still a little reluctant?" Qingfeng's voice was low, with a complicated look on his face.

Qinglan looked up at the bright moon in the sky. The night wind blew the hem of her skirt and messed up her hair. She stretched out her hand to touch the bright moon in the sky, but found that what she caught was nothingness.

She put her hand in front of Qingfeng and slowly spread it out: "Brother, I feel like I have caught something, but I feel like I haven't caught it. He is like the bright moon above the darkness, which I can see but can't grasp in my palm. "

Seeing her murmuring to herself, Qingfeng comforted her: "When the dynasty falls, we are like lost dogs. If we don't tie up a big tree and negotiate peace to rebuild the dynasty."

"Qinglan, brother may have done something wrong, but we..."

"Brother, I understand, Mr. Ji is actually the best choice."

Qing Lan interrupted him, the soft light in her beautiful eyes was as quiet as the starry sky, and murmured: "I just can't catch up with him."

While talking, Qing Lan took out the Jin Geng Sword and handed it to Qing Feng: "This sword is called 'Jin Geng Sword'. I hope that you, brother, can be unstoppable and rebuild the Qingxuan Dynasty."

Qingfeng clasped his hands tightly with a look of surprise on his face: "This sword."

"Master Ji's betrothal gift is a quasi-sacred weapon." Qinglan took the words and disappeared into the night: "After the last scene tomorrow, I will be Ji Wuxian from now on. people."

Qingfeng held the Jin Geng Sword, caressing the sword with two fingers and looked at Qing Lan's disappearing figure, and said firmly:
"The world is still uncertain, and events in the world are unpredictable. Sister, you have paved the way for me. I can only give it a try and let you witness the rebirth of the Qingxuan Dynasty with your own eyes."

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The next day.

Golden Dragon Tower.

This place is the most famous outside Qishi Mansion. Only talented people cannot enter. It stands on the mountainside and offers a panoramic view of Qishi Mansion. Below is the beautiful lakeside, with dragons and phoenixes soaring inside, and bells and graces nourishing spirits.

This place is the property of a certain force in Zhongzhou. If you want to enter this place, the conditions are extremely harsh.

Ordinary monks would be turned away even if they took money.

Of course, those who can come in and enjoy are naturally not just ordinary people.

When Ji Wuxian arrived at the Golden Dragon Tower, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Looking around, most of them are talented people from Qishi Mansion. A few of them seem to have met each other, and the rest are unknown to them.

However, there was a man with disheveled black hair among the people present, who made Ji Wuxian take a second look.

Wearing a mysterious robe of the Zodiac, he has a majestic figure and an imposing aura. At first glance, he is someone who has been in a high position for a long time and has cultivated to the first level of the Saint King.

His gaze was like a sharp sword, capable of piercing people's eyes and reaching Ji Wuxian's eyes.

"spit."

Ji Wuxian snorted coldly, and the sharp sword instantly shattered.

At the same time, several people beside him trembled. They were obviously attacked indiscriminately. They immediately stood up and looked at the man in black robe with frightened expressions. They quickly stood up from their seats and moved away from Ji. Wuxian.

The man stared at Ji Wuxian with a sneer on his face, but as soon as he turned around, he felt a sudden palm strike on his head.

It flew out instantly, causing a strong wind.

"Why are you pretending?" Ji Wuxian looked at his palms. He usually reported such trivial matters on the spot.

Everyone present was shocked.The man stood up and glared angrily, stared at Ji Wuxian, and immediately launched an attack: "Ji Wuxian, since you want to fight with me, then as you wish."

"Amitabha."

A Buddha chant came out, and the golden light spread, instantly neutralizing the man's attack.

Ji Wuxian looked sideways and saw that the person who took action was an old monk, and standing next to him was Wen Xiangtian, whom he had not seen for a long time.

"Two benefactors, please don't fight in the Golden Dragon Tower. If you have any grudges, please go out and resolve them." The old monk raised one hand in front of him, showing his profound Dharma.

"Hmph." The man stared at Ji Wuxian with sinister eyes, waved his sleeves and found a seat to sit down.

"Donor Ji, here."

Wen Xiangtian waved to Ji Wuxian, who sat on the seat next to him: "Ask Xiangtian, why are you here?"

"The Starry Sky Ancient Road is about to open, and of course I want to come and experience it."

Wen Xiangtian explained with a smile, and then introduced the old monk beside him to Ji Wuxian: "Donor Ji, this is my uncle Jinguang. He escorted me to Qishi Mansion."

Ji Wuxian raised his hand in front of the golden light. The realm of the Saint King of the Third Heaven was worthy of his hand. Then he looked at Wen Xiangtian and pointed at the man in black robe: "Who is that beast? Do you know him?"

His voice was not loud, but everyone present heard it and were immediately stunned.

"Ji Wuxian! You are seeking death!"

The man in black robe roared angrily, and the holy power oppressed him, making many people present look uncomfortable.

Ji Wuxian picked his ears and said, "What is it called? I can hear it."

"Which. I was eating downstairs just now. Seeing how busy it is above, I would not mind disturbing everyone's enjoyment, right?"

A sudden sound came from the door of the hall, and everyone looked back at the young man in light blue black clothes with surprised expressions on their faces.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on Ji Wuxian.

"How could the Golden Dragon Tower appear in Wu Shi?"

"This is no nonsense. Wu Shi has never left Qishi Mansion since he came to it. Besides, he has been dating Ji Wuxian for three months. Isn't it normal for him to come to Jinlong Tower to have a meal occasionally?"

"It's quite normal, but why do I always feel like Wu Shi is here after Ji Wuxian?"

"Ah, it seems so. There shouldn't be any dirty secrets between these two people."

Someone saw Wu Shi staring at Ji Wuxian and smiling, and Ji Wuxian returned the smile with an even more spring-like smile.

This inevitably leads to speculation.

But only two people know this. This is called heroes cherishing heroes.

"Wushi, you have nothing to do here, you'd better not meddle in other people's business." The man in black robe scolded him coldly. Others were afraid of Wu Shi, but he was not afraid.

He is the Saint King. As a genius of the previous generation, he is more than a hundred years older than them.

But he once pushed the invincible opponent in Zhongzhou, but because he was tired of fighting without an opponent, he secretly waited for the opening of the ancient road in the starry sky.

Wu Shi glanced at the man in black robes, walked to the seat next to Wen Xiangtian, sat down, and asked Ji Wuxian with an indifferent expression, "What do you think?"

“Sit and watch.” Ji Wuxian shrugged.

It was uncomfortable to ask Xiang Tianke, with Ji Wuxian on the left and Wu Shi on the right, squeezed in between by two unparalleled geniuses. He always felt that there was an inexplicable fighting spirit going back and forth in his left and right ears.

It's so stressful.

"Amitabha, two benefactors, his name is Xuan Chengtian, he is the top genius who overcame the invincible opponents of Zhongzhou a hundred years ago." Wen Xiangtian found the topic, looked at the nose, nose and heart and whispered.

Seeing that he was being ignored, Xuan Chengtian was about to get angry, but when he saw several saint kings casting plain and oppressive looks at him, he could only calm down helplessly.

(End of this chapter)