The man in front of him did not say anything, but saw the overall situation clearly and thoroughly. This was originally just a big game of chess played by the ancestor Hongjun, and Zhaoyue was just a piece of chess who knew the entire chess game, helping him clear the entire Elders' House.

The only ones who know all this should be the only ones.

But this just now was obvious that the man in front of him also knew the truth.

Zhao Yue looked at him and spoke for a while: "It's really a matter of letting me attract the hatred gaze of the Heavenly Lord. The banquet at your Kunlun Palace is really a tough one."

Mo Chuan put his hands on his chest and did not speak anymore.

Seeing that he was silent, Zhao Yue smiled awkwardly, walked past him, and walked towards the Tai Chi Hall.

For the sake of emotion and reason, she now wants to meet the ancestor Hongjun. It is best if there are others in the hall, and she can also make a gesture for the Heavenly Lord to prove that she is here to soothe the injured soul of the Heavenly Clan.

Although he said that, it was indeed beyond Zhao Yue's expectations that she would finally defeat Fu Chen, but she did not expect that he would sweep the entire Kunlun Palace by such a high slap in the face. Just as she sat in the yard, Zhao Yue kept rubbing her temples, and always felt that things had become a little bit big.

Only Fuchen was in a good mood, and his smile rippled on his face. He was a rare quiet tea tasting and thanked him for the first time.

"There is no one who can do that child's eyes that can avoid the world here except you." He smiled, his mind full of Zuo Hang's appearance.

When he was young, he was heroic and powerful. He was studying in Kunlun Palace. If he could take the position of the Heavenly Lord in the future, it would be legitimate and would definitely make great achievements.

Thinking of his appearance just now, Zhao Yue's brows became even tighter.

This little bastard didn't consider how much his actions had shaken the entire Ninth Heaven, which made her have to come to Wuji Palace in person.

Before crossing the threshold, Zhaoyue stood there, sighed, and looked up again. The Gu Yuezun was already with a firm and calm face. In a moment, she calmed down and walked into the magnificent Tai Chi Hall with a heart that would be tripped by the people next to Hongjun Ancestor Hongjun.

The members of the Kunlun Palace's elder group, who had not yet dispersed in the hall, all looked surprised when they saw her step in.

The crowd who were originally standing sporadically slowly hindered her legs to both sides, making way for her.

Zhaoyue kept the impeccable smile, walked to a table beside the ancestor Hongjun, sat down, and saw the ancestor stand up, stood in front of her with some confusion, and saluted respectfully: "Moon Zun."

Zhao Yue smiled slightly, lifted the teapot on the table, poured half a cup of temperature difference between the two tea cups, then picked up one of them, and handed it to the ancestor Hongjun: "My disciple is young, with a strong spirit and a strong spirit. He does not know how to be humble and restrain his sharpness. He refuted the face of Kunlun Palace. I will make a big aside with the ancestor."

She said everything clearly, making everyone standing in the audience feel a little embarrassed for a moment.

Just now, Old Ancestor Hongjun gave them a warning. In the blink of an eye, Gu Yuezun came and said that the rest of the people in the hall who had not had time to leave were all feeling unsure.

The old ancestor Hongjun still had a face ashes. He took the teacup from Zhaoyue's hand with a tense face, and looked very hard to squeeze out a smile: "Yuezun is worried too much. This invitation is my old invitation. In other words, there will definitely be a win or loss in the game. Yuezun does not need to apologize so."

But the spectators under the stage didn't realize that there was no need to care. The face of the ancestor Hongjun clearly had a very bad face, and even a slight anger made almost everyone in the hall hold their breath and dare not make any sound.

Zhaoyue wants to laugh alone.

She thought for a moment, took out a small black cloud pattern box from the Qiankun bag and pushed it to the ancestor Hongjun: "The secret medicine specially made by Yuehai Huanhua Pavilion, the Shen Ning Pill for eliminating evil curses of the demon clan, this box of ten pieces will be given to the ancestor."

Now, there were finally a lot of exclamations in the hall. The people stretched their necks and looked at the box of Shenning Pills with black cloud patterns on the table.

In fact, this medicine has nothing strange to the Moon Sea Huanhua Pavilion. It can make the Tai Chi Hall amazed because no one knows how to cure the demon clan except the Moon Clan.

It is precisely because of this that the Heavenly Clan and the Demon Clan lost many Heavenly soldiers and generals in the battle before the Battle of the Wasteland.

The ancestor Hongjun hesitated for a moment, and saw that Zhaoyue was still smiling, as if he was confident, so he took the box of things that were extremely precious to the Heavenly Clan.

But Zhaoyue knew that this thing could not fall into the hands of the ancestor Hongjun. If the elixir given to the ancestor in front of so many people, it would definitely not be Fusang's style if it was not handed over to the Emperor Taishang to study it.

The ancestor Hongjun also knew about this, so he hesitated for a moment, worried that Zhaoyue would send out the secret recipe of the Yuehai Huanhua Pavilion in order to rescue him. Will it be cracked by the Heavenly Clan once again? Then Fusang no longer needs to be respectful to the ancient Yuezun.

Seeing her calm and calm, the ancestor glanced at everyone: "Yuezun gave all such important Shenning Pills to our Tian Clan. Taking this opportunity, according to the rules of our Kunlun Palace, this banquet after the race should be held."

A crowd of people in the hall bent down and responded, "What they said is very true."

Zhao Yue looked at his side face, gray hair and slender white beard, and secretly felt a little inexplicable about Mo Chuan.

Should he be a master of observing words and expressions? He has been in Kunlun Palace for so many years, and he can understand every frown and smile of the ancestor Hongjun? That is why he can accurately determine the ancestor's real plan, and even guess what he wants to do next.

She couldn't help but think of Fu Chen's words: Enemy.

If it is really an enemy, then he is probably the most difficult enemy now.

"If Yue Zun has no objection, it will be decided in ten days." Old Ancestor Hongjun turned his head slightly and looked at her cheeks that were in deep thought.

Ten days are too long for Zhaoyue.

But since the ancestor Hongjun said this time, he was almost hinting that she could not leave shorter or leave first.

She raised her head, smiled slightly, and nodded: "Just follow the rules of the Heavenly Clan."

After saying that, he stood up and looked around at the other people in the hall, walked down from the high platform, and left the Tai Chi Hall directly.

Within ten days, she had to find a way to enter Kunlun Abyss.

While walking, she raised her head and looked at the island floating in the air not far away from Kunlun Palace.

It is different from the other four dragon veins in Kunlun Palace. It is floating between heaven and earth, but there is no breath of dragon veins at the top. Most of the prehistoric giant beasts lingering between the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, earth and the sea of ​​clouds around the island, and the colorful and beautiful divine light does not contain it in it.
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