"It turned out to be Young Master Biyanling."

Tang Qing'er saw the incoming person, arched his hands slightly, and said hello.

Biyanling, like Shishanling, is one of the top ten prison hills!

Young Master Biyanling smiled and said: "The little princess of Beiling is practicing in Zhongdu. It is really rare to know that Beiling Wang Shouyan would come back all the way back."

Tang Qinger said, "I can't miss the eight hundred thousand years of my father's birthday."

"of course."

Young Master Biyanling had a deeper smile in his eyes, and said, "If you miss this birthday banquet of King Beiling, it would be a pity."

"Little Lord."

The strong prisoner in Biyanling whispered, "We should go."

"understand!"

Young Master Biyanling knew, laughed, and led the team to pass by with Tang Qinger and others.

The martial arts deity feels a bit weird.

Logically speaking, Biyanling is only one of the ten prison ridges, and it is still under the dominion of the king of Beiling.

But in Beiling City, at the feet of the King of Beiling, he didn't seem to have much respect for Tang Qinger.

"it's him!"

At this moment, there was a stern shout not far away: "The man in the purple robe and the silver mask is him!"

The martial arts deity and others follow the prestige.

I saw another large group of monks walking towards them, aggressive and unkind!

The body of this group of people is extremely heavy, lifeless, and their skin looks a little blue.

"The road to Yuanjia is narrow."

Tang Qinger frowned slightly and sighed slightly.

"People from Dead Mountain?"

Asked the martial arts deity.

Tang Qing'er nodded and said: "Unexpectedly, I met here in advance. But don't worry, they won't treat you with me."

Tang Qing'er defended the martial arts deity like this, only out of curiosity about the upper realm.

I want to get some information about the upper realm from the martial arts deity.

But this scene fell in the eyes of Young Master Nanlin, and it was another feeling.

Young Master Nanlin was unhappy, his eyes a little gloomy.

"It turned out to be Young Master Shishanling."

Tang Qinger took the initiative to step forward, blocking the martial arts deity behind him, and greeted the young man headed by it.

"Little Princess Beiling?"

Young Master Shishanling frowned, waved his hand and said, "Get out of the way, I'm looking for the purple-robed man behind you!"

Uncle Chen's face sank, looking at Young Master Shishanling, he said coldly: "This is our Beiling princess, pay attention to your tone and attitude!"

A prison king behind Young Master Shishanling also stood up and said, "Brother Chen, this matter has nothing to do with Beiling. I advise you not to interfere."

Tang Qing'er smiled slightly and said, "Everyone, when this happened, I was also there. There was some misunderstanding in this, which led to a big fight between the two sides. I hope that you will look at the face of my father and stop pursuing this matter."

"What, what do you mean, Bei Xuanming in my corpse mountain is dead for nothing?"

Shishanling Prison King squinted his eyes and said aggressively: "Little princess Beiling, you have to think clearly, General Bei Xuanming is a member of the Ancient Ming clan!"

"The ancient Ming clan is indeed noble in hell, but Bei Xuan is nothing more than a ghost general."

Tang Qing'er gradually put away the smile on her face, her tone became colder, and asked: "My father, as the king of Beiling, can't his face be worth a mighty general?"

Young Master Shishanling sneered and said, "The face of the king of Beiling, huh..."

Originally Uncle Chen was a little indifferent to the martial arts deity.

But at this time, the attitude of the Young Master Shishanling and the prison king was obviously to belittle the king of Beiling!

Uncle Chen couldn't bear this!

"Two."

Chen Bo squinted his eyes, with cold light shining in his eyes, and slowly said, "I remind you, this is Beiling City, not your corpse mountain, be careful that the disaster comes out of your mouth!"

"The birthday banquet of the king of Beiling is approaching. I don't mind Beiling. At the birthday banquet of his old man, I will use a ridge of bones and blood to cheer!"

Naked threat!

The complexions of Young Master Shishanling and the prison king changed obviously, and their expressions were jealous.

"Young Master, endure it first, don't rush for a while."

The prison king reminded secretly.

Young Master Shishanling's face was uncertain, and he was silent for a while before he suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, Beiling is really majestic, let's just walk around."

After speaking, Young Master Shishanling beckoned, leading the monk behind him to go first.

"Humph!"

Looking at the backs of the people in Shishanling, Uncle Chen snorted coldly, and said in a gloomy tone: "After the king's birthday banquet, I think Shishanling should be replaced!"

"Let's go."

Tang Qinger said: "This matter is over."

The martial arts deity saw the whole process in his eyes and felt that it was not simple.

Beiling City seems to be peaceful and festive, but undercurrents are surging!

Whether it was Biyanling or Shishanling just now, their attitude towards Tang Qinger was obviously a little strange.

Moreover, there is something in the words of the Young Master Shishanling.

The Young Master Biyanling just now seemed to want to say something, but was reminded by the prison king from Biyanling, he left first.

"It seems that the birthday banquet of the King of the North Ridge will not be peaceful."

The martial arts deity secretly thought.

The Young Master Nanlin on the side also saw the scene just now, and he was a little confused in his heart.

But he didn't think too much, and went all the way with Tang Qinger and others into the palace of Beiling City.

Not long after entering the palace, a group of people walked towards him. The headed person was tall and strong, and all of them exuded a domineering domineering attitude.

"Big Brother!"

Tang Qinger smiled when she saw this person and greeted him from a distance.

The eldest prince of the King of Beiling, Tang Hao, single-handedly arranged to host this Beiling birthday banquet, and the prison king repaired it.

"Qing'er is back."

Tang Hao turned his eyes and saw Tang Qing'er with a smile as he strode towards the meteor.

"Your Highness."

Uncle Chen bowed and saluted.

Tang Hao nodded slightly, looked at Tang Qing'er, and said with a smile: "You are practicing in the middle, and you haven't seen your father for many years."

"Father is also quite happy to hear that you have returned this time."

After a short pause, Tang Hao looked at Young Master Nanlin, looked up and down, and said, "Presumably this is Young Master Nanlin."

"Meet Your Highness."

Young Master Nanlin quickly bowed his hands.

Tang Hao smiled and nodded, and said, "Sure enough, he is a handsome young man, he is very dignified, and his father will be very satisfied when he sees you."

"Where is the father, let's go and see him."

Tang Qinger asked.

"Who is this……"

Tang Hao's eyes turned and fell on the body of the martial arts deity, squinting slightly.

For some reason, Tang Hao couldn't feel the cultivation realm of the martial arts deity.

Moreover, the martial arts deity also exudes a kind of strange aura, which is incompatible with the surrounding environment.

"This is a friend I met on my way back, and I happened to take him to visit my father." Tang Qinger explained briefly.

"Father is resting in the palace, you go."

While talking, Tang Hao probed the body of the martial arts deity.

However, no matter how he casts the spell, he cannot see the depth of the martial arts deity.