This is not only because Mr. Wen is a celebrity around the Lord of the Demon Palace, but also because Mr. Wen was once a well-known figure in the Demon Palace.

It’s just that after the frivolity of my youth, everyone chose a different path.

Elder Mo Danqiu looked around and said with a smile: "I shouldn't be the same person, right?"

Mr. Wen answered truthfully: "Brother Duanmu of the Second Temple, Brother Shen of the Third Temple, and the Zhao family of the Seventh Temple have all arrived and have rested in the hall."

When Elder Mo Danqiu heard the names of these people, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and laughed:

"Duanmuxin? Shen Xing?"

"These two people arrived first, so it is probably already bustling in the Imperial Palace Hall."

"As for Zhao Lingyang... Brother Zhao's temperament has also been much more restrained after he achieved great success in his magical skills over the years."

"But it's better not to anger him, otherwise... Zhao Lingyang was famous for his temper and his fists in our era!"

Mr. Wen smiled bitterly when he heard this:

"When I went in just now, I heard that Elder Duanmuxin and Elder Shen Xing had already started arguing."

"Elder Mo Danqiu is here, hurry up and go in and persuade him."

Mo Danqiu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then nodded and smiled, then walked forward, and came to the main hall of the Imperial Palace with Mr. Wen.

The close-open door of the Imperial Palace Hall slowly opened, and the noise inside immediately came out.

Only when I heard Elder Shen Xing's iconic strange smile and sharp voice, I immediately remembered: "Zhao Lingyang, I heard that you have achieved great success in your magical skills over the years. If you are so unrestrained, then why don't you and I compete?"

Zhao Lingyang seemed to be angry, and his voice was like thunder:

"Just you?"

"Monkey, you and I have been fighting for thousands of years. That time you were my opponent?"

"If it weren't for the rules of the Demon Palace, I would have twisted your monkey head off and removed the wine!"

Duanmuxin on the side started to sarcastically:

"The two defeated players are also shouting here!"

"snort."

Obviously, the heads of the three major families sitting in the main seat didn't like each other.

Perhaps it is one of the main reasons why Elder Shiren Shan of the Shi family is not like winning over the temple family, because he knows it is difficult to unite the temple family in these nine temples.

As the gate of the imperial palace opened, Mo Danqiu and Mr. Wen walked in side by side and heard the noisy sound in the hall.

Mo Danqiu couldn't help but smile bitterly: "My brothers are all old, why are they still as competitive as children?"

Seeing Mo Danqiu's voice coming, a sniper quiet appeared in the noisy hall for a moment. Duanmu Xin, Shen Xing, Zhao Lingyang and others all quieted down, turned their heads and looked at Mo Danqiu who was walking towards him.

The three heads of the family looked particularly complicated on their faces, and they even stopped making noises in an instant.

After arranging Mo Danqiu and the Mo family warriors, Mr. Wen walked out of the Imperial Palace with a smile, returned to Li Guxian and said softly:

"It should be quiet for a while now."

Li Guxian suddenly raised her eyebrows and asked curiously:

"This Elder Mo Danqiu actually has such powerful abilities? Can these heads of the family calm down?"

Old Wen nodded without saying anything, not saying much.

Just as Li Guxian was about to ask more questions and learn about some secrets from thousands of years ago, he found that there were two pairs of people in the clouds ahead, coming from different directions, but he turned around before the entrance of the Imperial Palace.

"Brother Hu, Brother Murong, don't be fine."

Mr. Wen bowed his hand and held the etiquette as always.

"I've met Senior Murong Jiangchuan."

"I've met Senior Hu Xiangdao."

Among the two teams, the leaders were middle-aged men. Although they looked different, they all exuded the aura of a high-ranking man.

Murong Jiangchuan looks younger, wearing a moon-white robe, black hair shawl, and a fair face, but it is hard to hide the traces of time on his face.

He held an exquisite folding fan in his hand, like a handsome young man.

Hu Xiangdao's face was gloomy, his eyes were sharp, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he looked sophisticated and thoughtful.
Chapter completed!