Chapter 829: The Holy Son Tianji loves to dance, and the young master of the Vampire Clan loves wine
Qingshuang, there is no distinction between day and night. The platform in the middle is always crowded with people, and the singing, dancing and music are non-stop.
When the first ray of morning light appeared, pairs of men and women walked out of each pavilion, but these men and women were not very friendly or charming to each other.
When Xin Zhuo and Sai Qingzhu walked out side by side, they saw a thin man on the left timidly saying to the woman next to him: "Little aunt, you must not tell my mother about this. We are practicing together." Two hundred years is not easy, how can it be because of this..."
The woman interrupted in embarrassment: "Shut up, I am your aunt."
The thin man scratched his head: "I think it's pretty good!"
The woman looked at each other angrily: "What's good? Where is it good? Is it good for ten breaths?"
The thin man said awkwardly : "The blood is boiling and I can't control it. Sixteen times and ten breaths, one hundred and sixty breaths, it's not short!"
On the other side, a man and a woman are much more polite. An old man with a white beard lightly Coughed: "Little moth, this matter..."
A small and exquisite girl next to her rubbed the corners of her clothes with her hands and said timidly: "Master's mind is really profound."
The old man stroked his beard and smiled lightly: "Of course! Remember to keep your mouth shut in front of my brothers and sisters."
The girl whispered: "I know!"
Farther away, the big man Some men and women were in a hurry, some didn't know each other, and those who knew them didn't want to talk much.
Xin Zhuo couldn't help but sigh: "The world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders."
Sai Qingzhu chuckled and said: "It's just some low-level warriors who choose people with friendly auras to enter the scene. It's just auras. Most of the people who are friendly are related to each other or are in the same discipline, so there are many misunderstandings.”
Then he lowered his voice and said: "Someone is watching!"
Xin Zhuo also felt a few observing eyes and asked: "Can you get rid of it?"
Sai Qingzhu snorted. He shouted: "Easy!"
Grabbing Xin Zhuo's hand, he flashed into a bamboo forest, then flashed to a hill, and then flashed into a spacious "theater"-like room. There were dozens of people standing inside the similar pavilion, both men and women, and a man was dancing on the stage opposite.
It can’t be said that he is really embarrassed, because his dancing posture is extremely graceful, his limbs are very soft, and every posture is just right. The key is his appearance. Xin Zhuo originally thought that his appearance had been changed by Wangyuejing. The Nirvana of the giant Eternal True Source Supreme Bone is already stunningly handsome, but this person is even more handsome. He has sharp edges and corners, flawless, and has the delicacy of a woman and the masculinity of a man. No matter who looks at it, he will also I will exclaim, it looks so good.
The male and female warriors below, no matter what their level, couldn't help but be fascinated by it.
Sai Qingzhu, however, did not catch a cold, and was even a little bored. He transmitted a message to Xin Zhuo and entered the secret path: "He is the mysterious Holy Son of Tianji Holy Land. Do you see the depth of this person?"
“I can’t tell!”
Xin Zhuo shook his head. This person’s aura was sometimes strong and sometimes weak. When it was weak, it was almost the same as his own. When he was strong, he seemed to be similar to Sai Qingzhu. After thinking about it, he asked: "He didn't wear a veil, but he performed here. Is he a boy or a guest?"
Sai Qingzhu said: "Boy, he He is not afraid of embarrassment, does not want to wear a veil, and has been dancing. He seems to be very good at dancing, but no one has chosen him.”
"Why?" Xin Zhuo asked.
Xin Zhuo did not lower his voice deliberately. A bearded man next to him sighed and replied: "We don't know whether he likes men or women, whether he likes to be strong and powerful, or whether he likes to be thin and weak. Don’t be rude to the beauty!”
Good guy, you are already a “beauty”.
The Holy Son Tianji on the stage happened to look over, and the bearded man who spoke turned pale, and a mouthful of blood sprayed all over the floor.
Sai Qingzhu suddenly pulled Xin Zhuo and ran straight to the door. When he got outside, he said, "It's better not to meet each other for the time being!"
As he spoke, he arrived at another place. This was a restaurant. There were not many diners upstairs. There were only five tables. A group of delicate masked women shuttled back and forth, but they were only serving one of the tables.
There were only two people sitting at that table, and the wine jars next to them were piled up like a mountain. One of them had a thin face and was as gloomy as a ghost. Xin Zhuo knew Chen Fang, the holy son of the Dayan Sect, who was under the statue of the god in the Daluo and Dayan Holy Lands.
The other person, wearing a big mink in summer, only has a small braid on his bald head, and a gold ring inlaid on his nose. He looks like he is fourteen or fifteen years old. But his aura was terrifying, as if the whole restaurant belonged to him.
Sai Qingzhu and Xin Zhuo sat down at a table and said: "The Holy Son of Dayan, Chen Fang, the other one is the mysterious young master of the nomadic vampire clan. This person's strength is also unpredictable!"
Xin Zhuo frowned. This kid... looked familiar. He seemed to have seen him before. Where was he?
Sai Qingzhu saw the abnormality on his face and asked: "What happened to the young master?"
Xin Zhuo asked: "The blood race is one of the ten thousand races?"
Sai Qingzhu shook his head and said: "Of course not! The blood race is also a human race, but it has a unique bloodline and does not associate with the outside holy land of Dongtian, but its strength is extremely arrogant. It is said that it is the blood descendant of the ancient barbarians and the human race, and they often have unpredictable powers!"< br>
Xin Zhuo shook his head and said: "This world is far more exciting than I imagined. I have seen demon tribes, ancient tribes, cultivators, and even vampire tribes!"
Sai Qingzhu chuckled: "Of course, this world is extremely exciting. The sage master often said that this great era of Wanwu is an unprecedented situation. I am afraid that the battle will be dark and dark. It can be said to be a catastrophe of heaven and earth. Who will live and who will die. , it’s also unpredictable!”
“What do you want, two patrons?”
At this moment, the restaurant manager came forward eagerly, with a look in his eyes, and the two people sat down. It's really rare to spend half a day just chatting.
“No, let’s go now!”
Xin Zhuo led Sai Qingzhu straight downstairs.
Just as the two of them left, the young vampire master who was having a drinking contest with Dayan Saint Son Chen Fang looked at their backs with sharp eyes. To be precise, he looked at Xin Zhuo's back.
Chen Fang smiled and said: "Young Master Zhamu, do you know them? That man's name is Xin Zhuo. He is an abandoned disciple of Da Luo. He once summoned the ancient tribe. He is a heinous person. In this land of blue frost A dragnet has been laid, he can’t escape!”
The young master of the blood clan said coldly: "I'll say it again, my name is Zhamuyi, the prince of the Tulu tribe of the Nine Infant Blood Clan. If you call me Zhamu again, your head will be twisted off!"
said Gui said, his eyes still looking at the direction Xin Zhuo left.
Chen Fang didn't care at all, took a sip of wine and said: "Very good, Young Master Zhamu, do you know him?"
There was a trace of recollection in Zha Muyi's red phoenix eyes, which instantly turned into embarrassment: "The Nine Infant Blood Clan does not respect heaven and earth. They only respect strength and the strong. If the king is stronger than me, I, Zha Muyi, will still crawl on his knees. If he is a three-legged noob at his feet and his head is torn off, who would I have admired him back then?"
Chen Fang didn't understand and smiled calmly: "Young Master Zhamu is destined to twist him off! His neck is broken. He is in the fifth stage of degeneration. I don’t know how bad he is. This kid’s mentality is very strange and his strength cannot be determined. He has disappeared for forty years. I don’t know what he is going to do when he appears. "
"Five declines of heavenly beings? One Jiuzi?" Zha Muyi was startled and looked at Chen Fang in disbelief.
He knows very well the origin of this great king. Isn’t he just an acquired person?
Chen Fang nodded: "Yes, Yi Jiazi, the number one person in the day after tomorrow, is a monster. If he cannot be killed before he enters Yuanji, then Da Luo and Dayan may not have a chance!
This weird mortal body that has never been recorded in history is too heaven-defying. I am afraid that the major holy places and caves will recruit him, and some saints will accept him as their disciple! "
Zha Muyi frowned, and after a while he said: "This strange mortal body is so mythical. If I were a saint, I would accept him as a disciple! "
Chen Fang shook his head, stood up and said: "It's almost there. The siege has matured. Would you like Young Master Zhamu to watch the excitement? "
......
Xin Zhuo and Sai Qingzhu have arrived at the outdoor terrace square. The crowd is still crowded, but only a few eyes are locked on them.
Yuanji realm, eleven people!
More than imagined.
(End of this chapter)