Great Dao Ji

Outside the tall city walls of Qingzhou Mansion, a winding stream of people hurriedly entered and exited the many city gates.

In front of the wide moat, a group of people stopped and waited.

"What do Feng Qingxuan want to do here?"

Bai Xian'er stroked her long hair on the temples, guessing in her mind.

Feng Qingxuan is the contemporary holy son of the Six Hell Demon Sect. According to legend, he was taken into the disciples of Pang Wanyang when he was thirteen years old.

At the age of twenty-three, his energy has been condensed, and he is the most outstanding figure among the younger generation of the Six Hell Demon Sect today.

It is said that he has surpassed the elders of the Demon Sect. In this list of weapons, he is the only one among the younger generation of the Six Prisons Demon Sect to be on the list.

Her senior brother Duan Yunlong was already a genius among geniuses, but he was still far inferior to this person.

"Junior Sister Xian'er, what are you thinking about?"

Chi Changkong, dressed in black, crossed his arms, with a dark cloak moving behind him.

A trace of disgust flashed through Bai Xian'er's heart. So many people died in the Huayan Mountains, but this annoying thing survived.

"The appearance of the Holy Son's body worth thousands of gold in the hinterland of Dafeng will inevitably make people worried. If the court finds out, it will be hard to do anything good."

Bai Xian'er frowned slightly, seeming a little worried.

In fact, this is also the case. With the reputation of the Six Hell Demon Sect, if you walk around the world openly, you will definitely be discovered by the court.

For the imperial court, the Six Hell Demon Sect was a much greater threat than the Soul Seizing Demon Art.

"The imperial court knows, so what can it do?"

Chi Changkong sneered:

"Do you think the Holy Son will be traveling alone?"

Bai Xian'er's heart moved and she looked up.

At the end of his gaze, six red dragon horses were already pulling the dark carriage slowly towards them.

"Coming."

Bai Xian'er suddenly realized that everyone else also saw the carriage.

Immediately, a group of people came forward to greet him.

"I'll wait to see the Holy Son!"

In front of the carriage, everyone bowed.

"When you go out, you don't have to pay attention to etiquette."

Feng Qingxuan's plain voice came from the carriage:

"I heard that the Dafeng court arranged a so-called weapon list, and listed me among the seventeenth. I came here this time to see who are the people who are qualified to be ranked above me."

"really."

Bai Xian'er's heart moved, and she became a little clear.

This weapon chart disrupted the peace of the world and exposed many hidden dragons and snakes. In the past month or so, many masters have died because of these false names.

I just didn't expect that even someone like Feng Qingxuan would be involved.

"The Holy Son has been in seclusion all year round. Even if the Dafeng court has the power to reach heaven, how can they know the Holy Son's martial arts? The so-called weapon spectrum is not worth mentioning at all."

Chi Changkong smiled and complimented.

Although they were both from the younger generation of the Six Hells Demon Sect, the gap between him and the Holy Son was huge.

Among the Six Hell Demon Sect, because of Pang Wanyang's existence, this Holy Son can be on an equal footing with several other prison masters.

Huh~

The car curtain was lifted, and a tall, slender man with a face as handsome and perfect as a statue stepped out.

He stepped on the kneeling coachman's back and slowly stepped out of the carriage.

Everyone's attitude became more and more respectful.

"Bai Xian'er."

Feng Qingxuan glanced at Bai Xian'er faintly:

"Do you think it's ridiculous that a person like this Holy Son can't see through his false reputation?"

Bai Xianer's expression changed slightly, and she forced a smile and said:

"Xian'er has little martial arts skills, how dare he try to figure out the Holy Son's thoughts?"

"Your talent is average, your understanding is average, and your temper is weak, let alone courageous. Naturally, you cannot understand the thoughts of this Holy Son."

Feng Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back and said leisurely:

"There are no masters without origins in the world, and there are no masters without fame. Why do you think that is?"

Bai Xianer's smile was a little stiff.

Even though she was calm-minded, she couldn't resist being slapped in the face like this.

"Martial arts cannot be cultivated behind closed doors. Whether it is external resources or internal understanding, it must be fought for, won, and snatched!"

Feng Qingxuan glanced at Bai Xianer and others and said calmly:

"My master once said that even if you have the power of a real dragon, if you haven't soared for a day, you will always be a worm or a worm! You have never even had a false name, so you have to see the false name? You can't see it. You can see it clearly. ? Isn’t it ridiculous?”

"I admire the Holy Son's humble words and great righteousness."

Chi Changkong's smile became even brighter.

Feng Qingxuan was neither happy nor angry, and glanced at Chi Changkong:

"Under the shadow of your predecessors, you are living more and more like earthworms."

Chi Changkong's face froze.

"Still a groundworm with no potential at all."

Feng Qingxuan continued to attack without any care.

He never cared whether his subordinates complained, let alone whether they were truly loyal.

Just like his master Pang Wanyang, who single-handedly suppressed the Six Hell Demon Sect, even if he didn't have any subordinates, who would dare to resist him?

Chi Changkong's smile became a little stiffer.

Bai Xian'er laughed secretly in her heart.

"Once upon a time, Master traveled the world, conquered many major sects with his own power, fought and killed countless masters, and went through countless battles before he became known as the strongest in the world!"

Feng Qingxuan didn't care about the two people's thoughts at all, and slowly said:

"I have enough savings. I came to Dafeng to challenge many masters one by one and follow the path my master took back then! This weapon chart is arranged very well, which saves me a lot of effort."

Chi Changkong and Bai Xian'er bent to listen, but they did not speak easily.

Feng Qingxuan was too lazy to talk too much with these earthworms, so he asked:

"I heard that there is a master on the weapon list in Qingzhou Prefecture at this time, is it true or not?"

"Reply to the Holy Son."

Bai Xian'er replied softly:

"There are indeed people on the weapon list in Qingzhou Prefecture, Haoran Changjian, Ke Mengfan, and he should be drinking in Diyaoju at this time."

"Women are better at handling intelligence."

Feng Qingxuan nodded slightly and said:

"In that case, you wait outside the city."

After that, he walked towards Qingzhou Prefecture without haste.

"Holy Son, are you going to do it like this?"

Bai Xian'er pretended to be worried:

"Are there people from the court stationed in Qingzhou Prefecture?"

"The court?"

Feng Qingxuan chuckled: "We fight to the death, and I think the court is the one who is most happy to see it succeed."

The voice was still floating.

Feng Qingxuan's figure had disappeared from the sight of several people.

His seemingly slow pace was actually incredibly fast, as if he was shrinking the earth into an inch.

"Such a light skill"

Bai Xian'er's eyelids jumped, and she was a little worried.

This Feng Qingxuan came here for the weapon list. Grandpa is now the second on the earth list, isn't he also this person's target?

"Ke Mengfan is dead."

Chi Changkong licked the corner of his mouth, and his smile was a little ferocious:

"His sister is so ruthless!"

The seventh floor of Emperor Yaoju was empty.

Ke Mengfan, who was wearing a green dress hanging down to the ground and had a simple and ordinary face, sat alone in front of the window, drinking in the wind.

He looked very ordinary, or a little ugly.

Although he was very neatly dressed, he was not a man who was liked by women.

He often came to Emperor Yaoju.

This seventh floor, at some point, had become his exclusive property, and no one else dared to approach it.

Except for the waiter and the woman who was with him at this time.

"Master Ke, your wine."

The waiter bowed upstairs and served the wine.

"The wine in your house tastes much lighter now."

Ke Mengfan took the wine and took a sip, shaking his head.

He has been drinking this wine for many years and has always liked it.

But since his friend returned from Fengzhou and brought him a bottle of Yangxiaotang's strong and fragrant wine, he has lost the taste of other wines.

"Master Ke, we really can't make the wine you want."

The waiter smiled bitterly.

It's a fantasy to figure out the secret recipe and production process of this wine based on just a little wine.

And Master Ke is too stingy, leaving only a few bottles of wine.

Even if a god descended to the earth, I'm afraid it would be impossible to do it.

"Okay, okay, don't embarrass the waiter."

A pretty, gentle woman gently helped the waiter out of the predicament, and then looked at Ke Mengfan gently:

"Brother, you have drunk countless times, so you should always control yourself. The wine is too strong, and you will get drunk just by smelling it. It's a good thing that you can't find it."

"Wine, in fact, is not good to drink. It's just that people should not be too sober. If they are sober, they will be very painful."

Ke Mengfan drank the wine in the glass and sighed softly.

"Brother, you are drunk."

The pretty woman stretched out her hand to grab his wine pot.

"Xiu'er, what a terrible world this is."

Ke Mengfan dodged the woman's hand, picked up another pot of wine, drank two sips, his eyes were slightly blurred:

"There are so many people in this city, some sell wine and meat, some sell charcoal, some work hard all day, and some sell their children. It seems that the only meaning of life is to serve those few people."

"You are really drunk."

Xiu'er also sighed. Similar words have been said since the man in front of her saved her.

He has said it thousands of times, and he has heard it thousands of times.

"Xiu'er, do you know why I saved you?"

Ke Mengfan looked at the pretty woman with blurred eyes.

"I don't know."

Xiu'er's face flushed slightly, and looking at this not-so-handsome face, her heart was beating wildly.

Ke Mengfan sighed and asked:

"Your family is rich and powerful. Your father is a master of the Qi realm and dominates the area. Your mother is a young lady from a martial arts family. You have been living a life of luxury since childhood, right?"

Xiu'er didn't know what she was thinking of. The blush on her face disappeared, replaced by a paleness:

"You, what do you want to say?"

"You guessed right. I killed your parents."

Facing the woman's gradually desperate eyes, Ke Mengfan nodded indifferently.

"Why? Why?"

The woman named Xiu'er trembled, tears flowed down, and her voice was as sad as an abandoned little animal:

"Why do you tell me, since you lied to me, why, why don't you lie to me forever?"

Ke Mengfan had no expression on his face.

Watching the woman go from grief to hysteria, and finally ran out full of hatred.

He sighed softly.

"A good arrangement, but unfortunately it's meaningless."

The deep and crisp footsteps echoed clearly in Ke Mengfan's ears from the end of the long street in the noisy downtown.

Amid the surging crowd, Feng Qingxuan, who was wearing a black and gilded brocade and had a handsome face that didn't look like a human, raised his eyes slightly and commented in a tone of indifference:

"Haoran Changjian, Ke Mengfan? It turns out that he is just an ordinary, somewhat ugly drunkard."

On the seventh floor of Diyaoju, the hazy color in Ke Mengfan's eyes slowly faded away.

With three parts of solemnity and seven parts of coldness, he said:

"The Devil Prison Infinite Step, are you the Six Prisons Saint, Feng Qingxuan?"

The third update is over, good night everyone.