Ancient Gods

After Er Gouzi finished speaking, he looked towards the hall. He kept buzzing his nose, squinting his big eyes, and said in an intoxicated manner: "Good wine, good wine, wow, it's really fascinating!"

Luo Chuan was very casual and walked directly towards the hall. Many major forces had already taken their seats.

Entering the hall, Mo Yang couldn't help but be secretly surprised again. This kind of handwriting was indeed extraordinary. The hall was extremely spacious. At a glance, there were at least hundreds of banquet tables.

There was a road in the middle of the banquet, which had already been paved with a red carpet, and there was a banquet table in front of the hall, set on a high platform.

"Tsk tsk, I don't know what kind of monster the new Medicine King is. I remember that I didn't see this scene the last time I came here!" Er Gouzi spoke. This guy had already brought a pot of wine from somewhere and had already drunk it.

"Hey, Brother Mo!" Nie Yun saw Er Gouzi on a seat not far away, and then couldn't help standing up.

Now that he saw Mo Yang, his attitude was not the same as before. After all, they had met several times and were somewhat familiar with each other. Moreover, because of the various speculations about Mo Yang's identity, he was more curious about Mo Yang.

Mo Yang looked up and saw that except for Nie Yun, the several geniuses he had seen in the town before were all at the banquet, including the twin sisters, Jiang Xunhuan from the Dao Sect, and Bai Fan from the Buddhist Sect.

At first glance, Bai Fan was the most eye-catching. He was wearing a monk's robe, but he sat and drank with everyone, which made him look particularly different.

Since he was recognized, Mo Yang did not continue to hide. He smiled, walked over, and then took off the bamboo hat on his head.

"Humph, shameless hooligan!" After seeing Mo Yang, one of the twin sisters snorted coldly and cursed Mo Yang.

Luo Chuan did not say anything, and walked over with Mo Yang to sit down.

Bai Fan and Jiang Xunhuan both nodded slightly to Mo Yang. After all, they knew each other, but they were not familiar with each other, and there was no extra words.

"Who is this?" Nie Yun looked at Luo Chuan beside Mo Yang, and then looked at Mo Yang with some doubts.

Based on his intuition, Nie Yun also felt that Luo Chuan seemed to be not an ordinary cultivator, because the invisible temperament he exuded was different from that of ordinary people. As a genius, he usually dealt with geniuses.

"I am his senior brother!" Luo Chuan said, with a faint smile on his lips, but that smile always gave people an indescribable feeling, a kind of evil taste.

"So that's it!" Nie Yun was slightly stunned, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was not easy to continue asking.

Previously in the town, Mo Yang took out a token and used the sword energy that rushed out of the token to kill a seventh-level elder of the Mu family in the extraordinary realm. At that time, several geniuses had more speculations about Mo Yang's identity and had already associated it with Gan Zong.

Now that they heard that Luo Chuan was Mo Yang's senior brother, the other geniuses at the same table couldn't help but look at Luo Chuan a few times.

But Luo Chuan didn't say much, and they didn't ask more about this issue, after all, they were not familiar with him.

And in the perception of several Tianjiao, Luo Chuan seemed to be very extraordinary. The feeling was indescribable, but they knew that this person was definitely not an ordinary cultivator, at least much stronger than Mo Yang.

As cultivators from various forces entered the hall one after another, the people from Medicine King Valley finally showed up.

Two rows of girls entered the hall first, all wearing brand new Medicine King Valley clothes, and then lined up one by one, standing silently on both sides of the aisle, and then more than ten figures appeared at the door of the hall.

Among them were several old men and several middle-aged men, who surrounded a young man and walked slowly into the hall.

The young man was dressed in a white robe, elegant and romantic, with black hair like a waterfall draped over his shoulders. His appearance made many women feel ashamed, his sword eyebrows flew into his temples, and his clear eyes were as pure as a boy next door, but a closer look could feel a sense of depth.

He looked calm, and walked slowly towards the banquet at the end of the aisle, surrounded by the crowd.

"Tsk tsk, this is a pretty boy. The previous Medicine King was a mature and steady man, with a bit of masculinity. How could this generation have such a pretty boy? The scene is the same as the emperors of the dynasties. Is this a concubine selection... Tsk tsk, pedantic..." Er Gouzi put a greasy paw on Mo Yang's shoulder, and held a pot of wine in the other paw. He stared at the young man and commented on him.

"It's not easy to get the position of Medicine King. They have extremely harsh conditions. But I heard that the previous generation of Medicine King seemed to have some problems." Luo Chuan put down the wine glass in his hand and spoke.

"No matter what else this person has, his cultivation is not simple, not weaker than your saint wife!" Luo Chuan silently looked at the young man for a few times, and then said so.

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional. Luo Chuan's words immediately attracted suspicious looks from the surrounding Tianjiao. Several Tianjiao at the same table looked at Mo Yang suspiciously.

They had all heard about Mo Yang, and they had also heard that Mo Yang and the Saintess of Xuantian Holy Land knew each other. This was no secret.

"Despicable and shameless, eating from the bowl and looking at the pot, hooligan!" The girl who had always disliked Mo Yang snorted coldly.

"Brother Mo, could it be that the Saintess of Xuantian Holy Land really..." Nie Yun couldn't help but speak, with a bit of suspicion on his face. If it was true, this would be a groundbreaking news.

"Uh, Senior Brother talks like this, he likes to joke!" Mo Yang looked stunned, and then hurriedly glanced at Luo Chuan, hoping that his senior brother would stop making trouble, otherwise it would be really hard to explain.

"I see the Saint of Xuantian Holy Land is here too. How about you come and sit with us?" Jiang Xunhuan smiled, looking like a scholar, but he clearly had other intentions at this time.

Before anyone else could say anything, someone had already stood up and walked towards the seat of Xuantian Holy Land. Not long after, Yu Yao really came over.

But although she had a smile on her face, she still gave people a feeling of being rejected. She was wearing a white dress and had a graceful figure. The exquisite curves outlined by the dress were enough to make anyone's heart turbulent, but they did not have the slightest blasphemous heart.

"Saint sister, we are really destined to meet again!" Er Gouzi stretched out a greasy paw and shook it.

Everyone had a black face. This strange dog, I don't know where Mo Yang caught it from. This character is simply a real ruffian.

At this moment, a group of people appeared at the door. Mo Yang looked back and his face changed slightly, but he soon returned to calm.

The people of the Mu family came. They left the town before, obviously to get help. They must have guessed that Mo Yang would come to Yaowang Valley, so they looked around as soon as they entered the hall.

And there were three old men traveling with Mu Xiao this time, in addition to two middle-aged men.

Yu Yao frowned slightly and glanced at Mo Yang. She had persuaded Mo Yang to leave before, but Mo Yang didn't leave, and now there was nothing she could do. But now, Mo Yang was still calm, and there was no change on his face.

And Luo Chuan patted Mo Yang's shoulder gently and said, "It doesn't matter. Even if they dare to take action directly, don't worry. Senior Brother is here!"

Mo Yang was not afraid. He had expected this before. It was just that if he fought with Mu Xiao, the people of Xianyin Pavilion would definitely not stand idly by. This was what he was worried about.

After entering the hall, Mu Xiao looked around. After a moment, he seemed to see Mo Yang. He immediately looked cold and walked over.

Nie Yun and others also saw Mu Xiao at this time, and they all had different expressions.

Although the other members of the Mu family did not come with Mu Xiao, they sat down at a seat not far away.

In an instant, the atmosphere here became a little weird. After all, the geniuses at the same table knew the hatred between Mo Yang and the Mu family, and had witnessed a Mu family elder die at the hands of Mo Yang.

At this time, Mu Xiao walked straight over, obviously with bad intentions.

"Brother Mu!" The people at the same table with Mo Yang all nodded and greeted Mu Xiao, and also motioned him to come and sit down.

But Mu Xiao's eyes stayed on Mo Yang, especially after seeing Yu Yao sitting next to Mo Yang, a strong murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

At the beginning, his hostility towards Mo Yang was not only because Mo Yang robbed Mu Xiaoxuan and several of his men, but also because Mo Yang and Yu Yao often had contact at that time, so he was very hostile to Mo Yang at the beginning.

"Do you really think you are a genius? Where do you get the courage to sit on an equal footing with us!" After Mu Xiao sat down, he stared at Mo Yang coldly.

The murderous intent and anger in his eyes were not concealed at all, staring at Mo Yang with an extremely cold expression.

Mo Yang's expression was indifferent and very calm. He silently put down the wine glass in his hand, then looked up at Mu Xiao, and slowly raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, and said: "Are you talking about me?"

"Why, are you old? Your memory is so bad that you have forgotten so quickly how embarrassed you were when you ran away like a stray dog ​​a few days ago?"

"Or have you forgotten the scene where an elder of your Mu family died on the spot?"

Mo Yang did not hide anything at all, and spoke directly tit for tat. Although he had a faint smile on his face, everyone could hear the sarcasm in his words.

Mu Xiao's face was cold, his eyes slowly narrowed, and his cold eyes stared at Mo Yang, and said: "You should be able to think of your end today!"

"Oh, what end? I'm very interested and want to hear it!" Mo Yang poured himself a glass of wine, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, looking at Mu Xiao with some curiosity.

"Since you dare to show up here, don't even think about leaving alive today!" Mu Xiao's voice was very cold.

"Tsk tsk, a dung beetle yawns, what a big tone!" Er Gouzi stuffed a chicken wing into his mouth, and then pulled out the whole bone.

"Mu family kid, don't you know where this is? Although your Mu family is a big family, it should not be a big deal compared to Yaowang Valley. With you, how dare you make trouble here?" Er Gouzi squinted his eyes and spoke to Mu Xiao.

"You were so scared that you ran away in a hurry before. What gave you the courage to run back again? Or did you see through life and death along the way and want to borrow Mo Yang's hand to help you get rid of it?"

Er Gouzi spoke one after another. It must be said that this guy spoke very badly, and even Luo Chuan on the side was almost amused by him.