Chapter 135: Southern Barbarian

At noon, a white robe came out silently from Dongfang Chen's room. It was a young man with a sword on his waist, and he was Dongfanglong.
Dongfang Long coldly glanced at the pavilion where Gu Fei was located, with a smile on his face, then walked out of the other courtyard, and went straight to Lanyue Tower, floating away.
Soon, in front of a majestic mansion in the central area of ​​Dragon Imperial City, a young man in white came to him. The young man looked around twice before walking into this majestic mansion.
Outside the gate of this mansion stood four sergeants wearing cold iron armor, but they didn't seem to see the white-clothed youth, and let him enter the mansion.
On the banner on the gate of the mansion, there are three large characters in golden lacquer with flying dragons and phoenixes-the county palace!
No wonder this mansion is so majestic, even guarded by soldiers wearing battle armor, it turns out that this is actually the mansion of the Nanhuang County Wang Yang Yuandao.
The white-clothed young man was obviously a frequent visitor of the county palace, and the guards outside recognized him. Therefore, no one stopped him and allowed him to enter the county palace.
In the evening, in the Lanyue Tower, nine disciples of the younger generation of Sandaomen received an invitation from the Nanhuang County Prince's Mansion at the same time, and Yang Xun, the prince's son, will entertain them at the Junwang's Courtyard.
Among these nine people, including Gu Fei, those invited were the top three most outstanding disciples among the young disciples of the Three Avenues.
Inside the pavilion, Gu Fei looked at the invitation card in his hand and couldn't help frowning. He didn't know this prince, he invited me?
He threw the invitation card in his hand on the table in front of him, and then sat on the bed with his eyes closed, his luck adjusted his vitality, because of the breakthrough in the realm, he had to be familiar with the new power, and the prince of the county, he didn't bother to care about it.
Sheriff? Even if it is the emperor, the kings of the secular world only have a great deterrent to the common people, and in the eyes of powerful monks, there is no difference between the king of the world and ordinary people.
Even these great empires with thousands of miles of territory have to pay tribute to some big sects within their borders. Qi State, where Taixuanmen is located, pays tribute to Taixuanmen every year.
At the beginning of the Hua Deng, thousands of households in the Dragon Imperial City are lit up. If someone looks at the Dragon Imperial City from a distance, they will find that the Dragon Imperial City under the night is like a bright light in the endless primitive forest. .
The dark and tall walls of the Dragon Imperial City separated the two different worlds. Outside the walls, there is an endless wild land, densely covered with primitive mountains and forests, and inside the walls, there is a prosperous human world.
Of course, in the Dragon Imperial City, there are also heterogeneous monks. Although humans account for the vast majority, it is not the Southern Wilderness prefect that the Yan royal family has appointed, but the Southern Wilderness hundred tribes who dominate the Southern Wilderness.
Hundreds of Southern Wilderness, in fact, are more appropriate to call them Southern Wilderness.
The Palace of Nanhuang County, in a separate courtyard in the west of the city, occupies a vast area and is very particular about the layout. Pavilions, pavilions, small bridges, flowing water, strange rocks, rockeries, and lush trees are completely garden styles in the Central Plains.
Passing through the garden in front, behind the other courtyard is a small lake. Although it is a small lake, it has a radius of hundreds of acres. In the lake, there is a pavilion and a white jade bridge across the lake, together with both sides.
At this time, melodious music came from the pavilion in the lake. In the hall on the second floor of the pavilion, a thick gold silk carpet was spread on the ground. There were nine tables on each side of the hall, and each guest had a separate table. Sit cross-legged separately.
Yang Xun, the first son of the county prince, was sitting on the front of the hall. In the middle of the hall, there was a glamorous singer singing and dancing.
There were only a few people in the seats on both sides, and most of them were empty, while those present were all young people with dignified aura, solid vigor, and gleaming eyes in their eyes. These young people, all in their early twenties, are obviously outstanding figures of the younger generation in the Southern Wilderness.
"Report! White Tiger Clan, Tiger Fight is here!"
At this time, outside the pavilion, a voice full of breath came.
"Please!" Yang Xun stood up, and the other teenagers in the room also stood up immediately. The White Tiger tribe among the Southern Wilderness Barbarians is one of the four great saint tribes, and the tiger war is even more called a white tiger. Among the clan, the most outstanding person, among the peers, is a very powerful person who is rare to resist.
"Why did Yang Xun even invite him..." the young men murmured softly, and they could see that they were very afraid of this tiger fight.
"Haha! Brother Yang..." A voice sounded like Huang Zhongda Lu outside the pavilion, and a tall figure walked in from outside.
The whole building, even the sky above the lake, echoed the voice of this person. Those singers who were dancing were suddenly frightened by the sudden sound, and stopped unconsciously.
"Huh? What's the matter, what about the people at the Third Avenue Gate?" The person who came was a young man with a tiger-backed waist, thick eyebrows, and a pair of tiger eyes, flashing like a beast.
This young man is also in his early twenties, but he has white hair. The long white hair is casually thrown backwards, and a force of fierce power surges all over his body.
The young man's eyes were sharp and sharp, his eyes swept around the hall, his face suddenly became a little difficult to look: "Brother Yang, what do you mean, I'm here for the people at the Third Avenue, Third Avenue. Where's the doorman?"
When the teenagers in the hall saw this young man who looked like a tiger, they couldn't help but change their faces. But Yang Xun, the prince of the county prince, hurriedly greeted him.
"Haha! Brother Hu Zhan, please take a seat, stay safe, and the people at the Third Avenue Gate should be coming soon." Yang Xun said with a smile.
"Hmph! I hope you don't let me down and dare to tease me about my fate, you know!" This tiger fight didn't give Yang Xun any face to the county prince, and went straight to the first seat on the left.
"Dongfanglong is full of horrible ideas. Before the Third Avenue Gate and the Southern Wilderness Hundreds could get involved, I was irritated first." Yang Xun already cursed Dongfanglong with blood.
However, the idea that Dongfang Long came up still made Yang Xun very excited. It is a good strategy for the people of the Three Avenues to defeat Nanhuang, the guys with eyes on their foreheads.
Yang Xun's face was stinky, and he returned to his seat very uncomfortably. As soon as he sat down, the full of breath outside rang again.
"Report! Xuanwu tribe, come back!"
"Huh? How come the tortoise grandson Guiteng is here too." Hu Zhan wrinkled the two thick eyebrows when he heard the name Guiteng.
At this moment, there was a sound of heavy footsteps outside, as if a behemoth was walking in from the outside, and the whole pavilion seemed to tremble with the footsteps.
However, when the person outside walked into the hall, everyone found that the person making such heavy footsteps was a yellow-faced young man with a pointed head and a narrow forehead under five feet in length. .
"Huh! Smelly tiger, I didn't think you were here!" Such a weird young man was almost as transparent as the owner of Yang Xun. After scanning the hall, his eyes fell on Hu Zhan.
"Why, your tortoise shell is itchy again? Want to be beaten?" Hu Zhan and a pair of tigers stared at Gui Teng, a fierce suffocation suddenly spread from him.
"What's the use of you, a stinky tiger, to be fierce to me? There are people who go to the third avenue of fierceness!" Na Guiteng took a heavy step, walked towards Huzhan, and then directly sat down on Huzhan. On the side seat.
At this time, everyone could see clearly that a piece of Gui Teng's back protruded. It seemed that there was something like a pot hidden under his clothes. Could it be that he was still carrying his turtle shell?
The people present were all outstanding figures in the younger generation of Nanhuang, and they naturally knew the cultivation methods of the Xuanwu tribe. Seeing that Gui Teng's footsteps were so heavy, he should be carrying his mysterious turtle shell on his back.
"Report! Guang Chengxian sends Ren Wuming, Liu Yunhe, and Li Mengyao!"
The heroes of the Southern Wilderness in the pavilion suddenly became dignified when they heard the words. Looking at the entrance of the pavilion together, the people at the Third Avenue Gate finally arrived.
"Hmph, the good show is finally about to begin!" An evil smile appeared on Yang Xun's face.