The atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.

No one knows why Xiao Haochen suddenly called him this.

No one even guessed what the meaning of Xiao Haochen's name is.

"Boy Xiao, you should have enough jokes." After a moment, only Xie Wensheng frowned slightly and cursed with a smile.

"Mr.'s medical skills are really well-known." Xiao Haochen nodded and smiled, as if he was very satisfied with the reaction of the Red Robe Tower Master just now.

"It's a pity that there is a reputation in this world." Xie Wensheng shook his head, touched his blindfold, turned around and walked down the steps.

Just a turn around, most people in the audience could see his outfit clearly.

Then he guessed his identity.

Even though the process of Tianji Secret Meeting is absolutely confidential, there is one thing that goes beyond the scope of this secret meeting. Almost all of Luoyang spread throughout, and an old man came to the Tianji Building that night. For this old man, he was just returning to his former home, but for this world, it seemed a bit intriguing.

"He is here too." Emperor Jingyang, who was on the top of Cuiyun, looked cold.

Kong Wenliang's feather fan shook lightly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

"I first returned to Tianji Tower last time and visited Yinglongtai this time. This old man was determined to go against the other side." Emperor Jingyang said gritted his teeth.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, is he worthy of reversing today's trend with him?" Kong Wenliang looked at the altar, "It's just a pity, Mr. Xie, who has been planning to be with us for a long time."

"Everyone, go on stage." Xiao Haochen stretched.

But just as he stretched, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the sky that seemed to be sunlight but actually cloudless, and there seemed to be a dark thunder passing by.

"It's finally here." The corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The Du Huai Palace.

A gust of fairy wind rushed out of the palace and spread to the entire yard. All the withered plums still on the branches were shaken to the ground at this moment.

"It's done!" Mo Haochen, in ragged clothes, rolled around the ground, his eyes burning. At this moment, his whole body was trembling.

Immortals, but in recent decades, stories only exist in stories!

Now he is finally going to see him!

Even the Heavenly Dao Zhenxuan, who was behind his back, trembled for no reason. According to legend, this sword was cast by a Taoist immortal who rode a Kun butterfly, but due to the chaos in the past few days, the sword masters of all generations leaked the Heavenly Dao with sword divination, and mostly died from the punishment of heaven. Therefore, the ranking of this sword in the famous sword score has also fallen again and again. Two years ago, the mysterious power was greatly damaged compared to Gu Jingyao on the stage. Now he has finally been basking its long-lost aura of immortals, and is actually repairing itself at an unimaginable speed.

At this moment, Murong Haoyue had already floated up from the bed, and her whole body was filled with a slight light.

"He is about to wake up." Yan Jingchen suddenly felt the urge to run to Tianji Tower to announce the good news.

But before he could completely put down this impulse, a thunder sword stopped in front of his forehead.

"Not good!" Mo Haochen was shocked and pulled Yan Jingchen to retreat to the courtyard.

Murong Haoyue still closed her eyes and flew out of the mansion.

But he didn't have any fairy aura on his body.

Some are just murderous.

"Why is this immortal different from the one in the book?" Mo Haochen raised his eyebrows and watched Murong Haoyue fall to the ground and smash a deep pit. He couldn't help but take a breath.

Murong Haoyue took a step forward, and the thunder box inside the house also fell into his hands, and the thunder and lightning flashed on the box.

"Murong, Murong?" Yan Jingchen tried to call.

When Murong Haoyue heard this call, she suddenly opened her eyes, but was full of resentment!

The yard was filled with plum blossoms, and dust suddenly scattered.

"It seems that it's not easy to deal with." Mo Haochen frowned at the dust rising from the sky.

Yan Jingchen hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

"The Nine Pictures of Lingxing·Volume 1" records that if a person seeks Taoism practices a rich and magical way, all things will not disturb them, and the fairy wind of Taoism will become the norm. If he has tolerance and desire in his heart and is disturbed by obsessions that cannot be faced, then in the end, he can become an immortal, but he will only transcend from the Yin and fall into the evil path." Mo Haochen said quietly.

"Why is this happening!" Yan Jingchen looked at Murong Haoyue's somewhat ferocious look, and was anxious, but also upset by his powerlessness.

"Could it be that the road to heaven given to the senior brother by the senior brother is already a problem?" Mo Haochen was so angry that he was itchy, "Damn it, it seems that this is the situation of the senior brother of the senior brother. But there is no choice. The only one who can stop the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother of the senior brother

Suddenly, the thunder box fell to the ground.

Murong Haoyue held her head with both hands, and blue veins on her face looked extremely painful.

"Senior brother is suppressing the demonic nature in his heart!" Mo Haochen was happy.

"What does it mean?" Yan Jingchen asked hurriedly as if he had grabbed the last straw.

"It's not too late. There is still a turning point in this matter!" Mo Haochen shouted angrily, and Tiandao Zhenxuan, who had been sheathed, was held in his hand by him. Then he used the hilt of the sword to light the seven major acupoints on Murong Haoyue's chest, and black smoke suddenly rose from Murong Haoyue's seven orifices.

Murong Haoyue's face improved, her lips slightly stoked, as if she was saying something.

But Mo Haochen heard it.

"Nan Sheng."

"Yes, if my sister-in-law is here, I will definitely not be able to see you like this." Mo Haochen laughed loudly, "But it doesn't matter. You two should be coming soon, it's time to meet."

High in Yinglong Platform.

Suzakufang.

"I'm in a good mood today, so why not just play the piano." Although Xiao Haochen was talking casually, he still carefully picked out the most exquisite guqin from the rack, wiped it with a whisk before laughing with satisfaction.

However, the Hongpao Tower owner sat in his seat early, looking at the audience through the hanging curtains.

"What are sister-in-law watching?" Xiao Haochen sat down next to her.

The Hongpao Tower Master withdrew his gaze, "Nothing."

"Stop looking. This is not like your Snow and Moon Tower on the Qinhuai River. You just need to look at the song stage through the pearl curtain and you can see the trace of your sweetheart." Xiao Haochen sneered.

The owner of the Hongpao Tower was exposed and his fingertips couldn't help but tighten the silk strings.

"Everyone knows that the life of the Fengchen woman is false, and their experience is extremely sad. But what people don't know is that the person who falls in love with the Fengchen woman is the real sadness." Xiao Haochen pressed his hand on his chest, shook his head repeatedly, looking extremely sad.

Bai Chengzhou finally couldn't stand it anymore, "President Xiao."
Chapter completed!