Chapter 51 The Golden World

  Amidst the people's discussion, Ye Chen and his party had reached the top of the Meteorite Mountain, and the repulsive force disappeared.

The top of   Meteor Sacred Mountain has a wide field of vision, scattered with seven or eight tall and tall pine trees. Under the pine trees, there are huge rocks with different postures lying on their backs, revealing the rhyme of mysterious Taoism everywhere.

Dozens of young men and women sit on each boulder in twos and threes. Each of them has a sapphire low table. Each low table is placed with a pot, a cup and two fruit plates. The fruit plates are full of various types. The aura of fruit, the aroma of wine mixed with fruity aroma diffuses in the air.

  Seeing Ye Chen's party coming, everyone in the field was more or less surprised.

Especially Liu Xinghe and others in the Xuantian Holy Land recognized Zi Menghan and Li Qingzhou, who had been so popular in the Xuantian Holy Land some time ago. After they became famous, they went back to Qingyun Peak for meditation. No one expected them. It turned out to be here.

  Similarly, Liu Xinghe and others also recognized Ye Chen.

   Ye Chen will appear in the ceremony of receiving disciples every year. Although it is very low-key, all the disciples of Xuantian Holy Land remember that there is such a person.

   Ye Chen also appeared on the top of Meteor Sacred Mountain. Was it his own ability, or did the two disciples bring him up?

   Liu Xinghe and others nodded towards Ye Chen and others, Ye Chen did not deliberately avoid them, and took three disciples to sit on the empty boulder near Liu Xinghe and others.

  "Hey, my dear sister, you really came up!" Zi Mengxi, the seventh princess of the Ziwei Dynasty, looked surprised.

   "Sister Youlao is worried." Zi Menghan responded lightly.

  Hey, this is also a princess from the Ziwei Dynasty?

The two princesses of Ziwei Emperor seem to be at a loss?

  Many people on the top of the Falling Sacred Mountain were surprised. They only just learned about the origin of Zi Menghan.

  Tingfenglou Young Master Yun Qingying looked at Ye Chen and his group with a smile, and looked at Ye Chen more.

  Tingfeng Building is an intelligence business, collecting all kinds of intelligence.

   Although Zi Menghan and Li Qingzhou did not make many shots, Tingfenglou still collected some information and had some understanding of their methods and origins.

  And the young monk Fakong, not long after entering the Eastern Desolation, Tingfenglou knew that he was an outcast of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

  It was Ye Chen. Tingfenglou only knew that this person was the peak owner of Xuantian Holy Land Qingyun Peak, and did not inquire more information.

  Yes, Yun Qingying was particularly curious about Ye Chen.

"Welcome new friends! Bojiu Lingguo, I hope that a few friends will not refuse!" Wan Jian Shengzi smiled and raised his hand lightly, four sapphire low tables filled with hip flasks, wine glasses and Lingguo were facing Ye Chen. He flew slowly, and landed firmly in front of the four of them.

   "Thank you!" Ye Chen responded with a smile.

  As the saying goes, you can't hit the smiley person with your hand, Ye Chen can't make it, and now he will turn his face with Wanjian Shengzi.

  Little monk Fakong poured a glass from the jug, drank it to his mouth, smashed his mouth twice, and said, "The wine is still alive, but this dish is not good. How can anyone eat fruit and drink?"

   Ten Thousand Sword Saint Child’s face stiffened slightly, he never thought that someone would pick his fault in this regard.

   "Presumptuous! Where did the wild monk come from? It was so arrogant!" A young man with a sword spirit stood up and glared at the young monk Fakong.

  He is a follower of the Son of Ten Thousand Swords. At this time, when he heard the young monk Fakong fell on the face of Saint Son of Ten Thousand Swords in public, he couldn't help saying that the Son of Ten Thousand Swords was embarrassing.

  Not only him, but the dozens of followers of the Sword Saint Child next to him all showed anger, wishing to leave Little Monk Fakong down the mountain now.

  The young monk Fakong raised his eyebrows lightly, and said in a daunting manner: "Yell, the owner hasn't spoken yet, what is the dog barking? The so-called Tianjiao party, don't you let me say anything?"

Ye Chen watched with interest. They were here for the life-and-death battle between Li Qingzhou and Lin Yuqing. This Tianjiao gathering just coincided with the meeting. Anyway, he has no friendship with Wanjian Shengzi. The young monk Fakong just wants to say anything. Let him speak.

Wan Jian Shengzi raised his hand to stop the follower, looked at the little monk Fakong, and said with a smile: "The master said it is reasonable, this is because I have not thought about it. Today's focus is on communication, the master will go first. If there is a chance in the future, I will formally host a banquet to apologize to you."

   Little monk Fakong waved his hand and said, “Forget it, this time is enough. I don’t want to have a mad dog barking in my ears when I attend the banquet.”

   Xiao Pang’s face was full of arrogance, how to look at it, how to owe it.

  "What are you talking about? Have the ability to compete with me!" The sword spirit youth shouted angrily, and the sky spirit cover suddenly rushed out a cold-light flying sword, pointing to the empty monk in the distance.

   "Sit down!" The Sword Saint sighed.

Although the sword spirit youth was unwilling, he did not dare to violate the words of the Son of Ten Thousand Swords, and took the flying sword and sat down.

  Wan Jian Shengzi looked at the young monk Fakong with sharp eyes, and said in a deep voice: "My junior has a hot temper, I will apologize to the master for him!"

   "It's almost the same!" Little Monk Fakong nodded in satisfaction.

   Immediately afterwards, the Ten Thousand Swords Master said aggressively: “If the master comes to the Tianjiao party sincerely, I will naturally welcome it! If the master is here to make trouble, don’t blame me for being rude!”

  Fakong young monk pouted his lips and said: "Of course I came to attend the Tianjiao party. Your Sage Son of Ten Thousand Swords is so loud, how dare I make trouble with you!"

  The Sword Saint Child snorted coldly, his old face turned black, and he didn't know how to refute, so he simply stopped paying attention to him.

  Next, a few more young Tianjiao arrived, all genius disciples of various sects.

Sage Son Wanjian looked at the sky, stood up with a wine glass, and said loudly: "All fellow daoists who can ascend to the top of the Meteorite Mountain are all my young talents of the Eastern Wilderness, and they will surely be famous in the future! It's fate to be here today! Now the whole desolate realm is changing, a glass of wine toast everyone, I hope we will not be enemies in the future!"

  Everyone drank the wine and sighed.

  The sage of the Purple Mansion is as holy as snow, pure and refined, and sighs quietly: "Since the huge vision that enveloped the entire deserted ancient world appeared ten years ago, the world has not been peaceful."

Nangong Liuyun, the sage son of Nine Heavens, shook his head lightly and said with emotion: "Yes, such a vast vision has never appeared in ancient times! Many powerful people who want to infer the source have all been backlashed! It is a blessing or a curse. It’s not clear until now!"

   "Young Master Yun, you have the most extensive information from Fenglou, do you know the origin of this vision?" Saint Wanjian looked at Yun Qingying.

Yun Qingying waved her hand and laughed: "Sage Son of Ten Thousand Swords is joking, such celestial phenomena, where is my little Tingfeng Tower that can be guessed? However, in recent years, the hidden talents of Tianjiao among the major forces have all been one after another. After birth, no matter who caused those heaven and earth visions, an unprecedented golden world is coming!"

  (End of this chapter)