Chapter 1396 Ancient Immortal City Mansion

Ancient Immortal City, the City Lord's Mansion, and the City Lord's Mansion occupy a very large area, which can be called a city within a city. There are thousands of buildings in the mansion, and there are many attics. In the City Lord's Mansion, there is a large lake surrounded by light blue water mist, which is extremely beautiful. Like a girl's veil to hide her shame.

There is a small island in the lake with exquisite buildings and beautiful scenery, and a water corridor only leads to the small island.

In front of the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, kings kept entering the City Lord's Mansion holding invitation letters.

Mu Ling'er held Mu Feng's arm and walked into the City Lord's Mansion under the amazed and envious eyes of many people. Mu Kuang and Bai Ziyue could only follow Mu Feng and Mu Linger into the City Lord's Mansion as servants.

Of the two siblings, the elder sister has a peerless appearance, and exudes a cold and noble aura of a courtesan, which has attracted the attention of countless male monks.

And the younger brother was also born handsome, with three thousand silver hair shawls, blood-colored pupils, and a cold and evil temperament. The beautiful maids standing in two rows on the road couldn't help but be moved.

The two siblings walked together, and those who didn't know the relationship between the two thought they were a couple of immortals.

Of course, those who came didn't know them, and there were many other great geniuses, the heroes of the big family forces.

Mu Feng, Mu Ling'er, and the others followed the other people who had entered the City Lord's Mansion to the island in the lake, walked along the corridor, and entered the island all the way.

The island has been filled with many banquets, and many people have already sat on the banquets and talked with each other.

Mu Feng and Mu Linger joined the table together, which also attracted the attention of many monks.

"That is the saint of the Heavenly Demon Sect, Mu Linger? She is so beautiful."

"It should be. It is rumored that although this woman is beautiful, she is ruthless. She is a poisonous rose with thorns. No one dares to approach her. But who is the kid next to her? He looks very close to her."

"Who knows, no matter how ruthless a witch is, she has her own biological needs. Hehe, it might be her little boy."

The two entered the table, which attracted many people secretly discussing.

A lot of monks came to the banquet, Mu Feng glanced roughly, there were hundreds of people, and there were still people coming one after another, almost none of them were below the Heavenly Soul Realm, and he couldn't find anyone with the eighth level of the Heavenly Soul Realm. to several.

"The chief disciple of Daowen Palace, Daojun Mausoleum has arrived!"

But at this time, at the entrance of the venue, a waiter shouted loudly, which caused an uproar, and many people cast their eyes one after another.

"It's Dao Junling, the chief disciple of the Dao Wen Palace! This Wen Dao genius is also here!"

"Daojun Mausoleum, the sixth-level spirit pattern master who is less than a hundred years old in the Daowen Palace, is proficient in three ways of alchemy, array, and weapon, all three of which are at the level of a sixth-level spirit pattern master. The genius of the pattern path, the future master of the spirit pattern"

"Is that the Taoist Mausoleum, so handsome?"

Many people exclaimed, looking at a group of people who came in, there were dozens of people in that group, everyone was wearing Taoist robes, the leader in front was wearing a white robe, with long temples hanging down, handsome face, a pair of sword eyebrows slanted into temples .

The head of the Daowen Palace, Daojun Mausoleum!

"Grandmaster Junling!"

Many kings stood up one after another, and even saluted respectfully, with reverence in their eyes. There are not many sixth-level spirit pattern masters on the mainland, and their status is comparable to that of an emperor.

Dao Junling nodded with a smile, and led the people from Daowen Hall to the table.

"Hey, that guy is here too, interesting"

Mu Feng was at the table, eating the spiritual fruit peeled by Mu Linger, and looked at the person behind Dao Junling, showing a hint of teasing, that person was Qi Sheng whom he had taught him a lesson.

"Xiaofeng, don't you also like Wen Dao, how is it compared to that Dao Junling?"

Mu Linger peeled off a spiritual branch and put it in her mouth, and asked casually.

"Hey, your brother is an almighty genius"

Mu Feng smiled, but did not answer directly.

Mu Ling'er rolled her eyes, and pressed a spiritual branch roughly into Mu Feng's mouth.

"The chief disciple of the Wanxiang Sacred Sect, Yan Qianjun is here!"

But at this time, there was another loud shout, and Yan Qianjun, leading several masters from the Nine Suns Society, and Huaqingcheng, Tiandong and other top talents on the Vientiane Ranking entered the arena.

"Wen Renxiao, one of the geniuses who once suppressed King Realm, became the emperor, and the chief disciple of the Wanxiang Sect became Yan Qianjun. I wonder if this Yan Qianjun can bear the title of genius in the era of Wen Renxiao?"

"This Yan Qianjun practiced the top-level heavenly skill of the Wanxiang Sacred Sect, the Nine Suns Scripture. It is said that all the supernatural powers have been cultivated to perfection, and the true meaning is profound. He is just short of breaking through and becoming an emperor. His strength should be extremely powerful."

Many people commented on Yan Qianjun. Yan Qianjun and others entered the arena. He looked around and saw Mu Feng who was sitting on a seat. His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a cold light.

"Junior brother Mu actually came one step ahead, why don't you go with the brothers from the sect, and sit alone with a witch?"

Yan Qianjun said indifferently, Mu Linger was wearing a Taoist skirt of a female disciple of the Tianmo Sect, which was easy to recognize.

"I don't need to bother my brother to worry about whomever I sit with. Also, please keep your mouth clean and don't talk about witches and witches."

Mu Feng took a sip of wine and said lightly.

"Hehe, my brother still has such a cold personality. Two years and now more than half a year has passed, but my brother is still waiting for you to challenge me."

Yan Qianjun sneered, and then sat down with the others.

"That kid is also a member of the Wanxiang Sect? It seems that he doesn't have a good relationship with the chief disciple of the Wanxiang Sect."

Many people secretly thought.

"Xiaofeng, did that guy bully you in your sect?"

Mu Linger frowned, her beautiful eyes filled with evil.

"Hehe, it's just a brother with no guts, sister, don't worry, he can't do anything to me"

Mu Feng smiled lightly and said, without lowering his voice, many people could hear him clearly, but he was dumbfounded for a while, this guy has the strength to fight against Yan Qianjun?

Then someone revealed Mu Feng's ranking and origin in the Wanxiang sect, which aroused a burst of disdain. He only ranked in the 20th place on the Wanxiang sect. How can he compare with Yan Qianjun? It really was just bragging.

"Mountain and sea wasteland, the princess of the demon country has arrived!"

But at this time, there was another exclamation, and many people were in an uproar. They stood up one after another, and looked at the group of strange-looking people who came there.

That group of people exuded a demonic and reckless aura, all of them looked like human races, and many of them still retained the characteristics of the demon race, obviously they were demon cultivators.

And in front of this group of people, there is a woman who is surrounded by stars like a moon. She has a graceful figure, she is wearing a white fairy dress, and she wears a veil, so she can't see her face clearly. The phoenix eyes are enough to captivate the soul, so many people can't help but want to take off her veil and witness that peerless face.

The demon kings beside her all had terrifying auras, like ancient great monsters, quietly guarding her side, like a herd of beasts protecting a delicate flower.

And beside her, there was a barefoot teenager, about ten years old, fat and white, with dark eyes looking around nimbly and cunningly.