Chapter 180 Conflict between the Holy Lord

Until late at night, Juxing Pavilion is still brightly lit, and the lobby on the first floor is full of diners. However, at this moment, the diners are all dusty. Some have serious faces. A table has not said a word for a long time, but some are excited. Some are not whispering to each other, but some are full. The calm color of the face, but there is no doubt that from the appearance of these people, it is definitely not people from Tianxing City, but outsiders!

At night, Jiachen was still snoring and disturbed. At this moment, Jiachen was studying the legendary Biyun main peak. A map with good workmanship was laid on a black round table in the middle of the house. That was the map of the Biyun Mountains. In the past two days, with the increase of outsiders, this map It became a hot thing, and Jia Chen also bought one.

At this moment, Jiachen's eyes are staring at the position marked as a red dot in the middle of the ground drawing. The place where the origin is located is where the main peak of Biyun is located, and not far below the main peak of Biyun is the only city that appears on the drawing of the ground, Star City, except for the Star City, There is no other place.

What Jiachen wants to know is why the saints who have not appeared in the Biyun Mountains five times in a row came when the Biyun Mountains were born this time. It is said that there is still half a month before the birth of the Biyun Mountains, but the people of the Star Church and the Cangyu sect have come. Looking at the appearance of one of the Cangyu Mountains, it should be Cangyue Sect Holy Lord Canglanhai.

If the saints come to the Biyun Mountains because they are impulsive and curious or want to prove themselves, it is really unconvincing. If they just want to go around the periphery, there is no need to send the Holy Lord to come. As the next leader of the super faction, the extent to which they have received in the early sect, Absolutely very high.

"Why on earth?" Jiachen vaguely felt that the birth of the main peak of Biyun was likely to have extraordinary significance, but what the meaning was was unknown. After thinking about it overnight, Jiachen was still not willing to give up.

At dawn on the second day, a sound of quarrel came to Jiachen's ears, mixed with some begging for mercy. At such a special moment, in the mixed Star City, sometimes it can be a small look, which may trigger a series of conflicts. Curiously, Chen opened the door and looked into the hall on the second floor.

After walking out of the house, Jia Chen found that there were already many people watching. Looking at the counter in the hall, he saw thirteen people wearing cyan Taoist robes. Above the cyan Taoist robes is an octagonal exquisite pattern of him. Jia Chen is really familiar with this robe. This cyan Taoist robe is the unified foreign Taoist robe of Wuji Sect, which represents It's Wuji Sect!

At this moment, the fat boss of Juxing Pavilion is looking at these arrogant monks in cyan Taoist robes with a sad face and saying in a pleading voice, "Sir masters, please do well, don't embarrass the little one. This Juxing Pavilion was already full of people last night. Now I ask the little one to find a room. Where can I find it?"

"Boss, don't talk nonsense. Since the people are full, you can drive them out. Such a big star city will fall in love with your family. If you are so disappointed..." One of the men in green robes gently patted the back of the fat boss, saying in a threatening tone. However, there was invisible pressure between the words.

That's just that the fat boss of mortals can't stand this pressure. The expression on his face is even more difficult. His fat face keeps shaking, and he is about to cry. His legs are soft and he kneels directly on the ground with a crying voice and says, "Master, you put the small one, this store There are all masters living in it. You don't dare to ask the little one to chase the little one.

Suddenly, the expression on the man's face suddenly changed, and he stared at the boss under his feet with a gloomy face. He was about to attack. Unexpectedly, a very ironic voice came from the third floor. Then, with a creak, the wooden door was slowly pushed away, and Haowan, the saint of the Star Church, came out of the house.

"Yo, who am so powerful? It turned out to be Beichen Yue, the saint of the Wuji sect. Now Wuji sect is so amazing that he dares to act in such a high profile in other people's territory." Haowan looked at the thirteen men in blue as he walked down the stairs, with an impenetrable smile on his face.

"Sure enough, he is the Holy Lord of the Inji sect!" Jia Chen looked at a man surrounded by stars and moons and exclaimed.

As Haowan walked out of the house, other Star Church saints also came out of the house one after another and only heard a few swinging sounds of their robes. The six Star Church saints jumped down directly from the third floor and landed steadily. They stared at the infinite sect with a serious face, and then Haowan also happened to walk to the six people. In the middle, a pair of stars stared at Beichenyue.

It is said that Beichen Yue is also a talented person. His appearance is like a knife-like oblique short eyebrows exuding a fierce spirit, but his bright eyes are sharp eyes. This person's dark complexion is more against his tough momentum, and his straight and burly body reveals an extreme Self-confidence is the sharp look. Invisibly, it is three points more powerful than others. The whole person shows a kind of strong self-confidence and arrogance, as if there are countless sharp swords around it, which makes people dare not approach and fear. If you use four words to describe Beichenyue, it is domineering!

"Haowan!?" At this moment, Bei Chenyue said in a slightly thick voice with a little surprise when he saw the visitor.

"Yo, it's really an honor for Haowan to be known by the Holy Lord of Wuji." Haowan said with a smile, and everyone could hear the sarcasm.

"Hmm! Are you looking for trouble? I, Beichenyue, never mind having one more head of the Holy Lord!" Hearing the cold hum of Bei Chenyue, carrying his hands on his back and looking up at Haowan slightly, the invisible deterrent suddenly spread.

"Ha, why did you become my Xingchen Sect looking for trouble? Obviously, you Wuji Sect was unreasonable and wanted to drive us out of the Juxing Pavilion. Such a bad thing happened in Xingchen Sect. Is it okay that you Wuji Sect is going to unify the thirteen states in the north? What a big joke!" As the last word fell heavily, Haowan also rose in momentum and fought against Beichen Yue and did not give in.

"Haowan!" Bei Chenyue suddenly became furious and wanted to come forward several times, but he was pulled by the saints around him. He could only rely on his momentum to put pressure on Haowan. However, Haowan also did not shy away from it and fought against Bei Chenyue.

At that time, the whole Juxing Pavilion was surrounded by this huge pressure. The fat boss of the hotel was very sharp-eyed. Seeing that no one noticed him, he escaped. At this moment, those who could stay in this Juxing Pavilion had some skills, otherwise in the huge Under pressure, you will be seriously injured even if you don't die.

Suddenly, only a crisp sound of "pop" spread throughout the Juxing Pavilion, followed by the sound of crackling. I saw a good sandalwood tables in the Juxing Pavilion. The stools were torn apart under this huge momentum. Suddenly, the whole room was covered with wood chips, which was too unavoidable.

Some timid people have left this place silently, while some bold people look like watching the play. Looking at the battle between the two great saints of this super faction, I don't know when Ju Yong also stood beside Jia Chen with interest, with a look of fear that the world will not be chaotic.

Just when Haowan and Bei Chenyue were in a stalemate, a burst of laughter suddenly came from outside the door, and then another group of eight people came in from the door, without any effort under the pressure.

"Lingxiaomen!" Seeing the comer, Jia Chen's heart tightened again and marveled in his heart. Jia Chen, the unified Taoist robe of Lingxiaomen, had read it in the book. A well-made golden Taoist robe could shine in the sun, and in the center of the Taoist robe was a huge sword that broke through the sky. Now these eight people are obviously wearing it like this.

Looking at the first man, the man is a little older than Haowan and Beichenyue, as if the edges and corners of his face cut by a knife and axe. Under the bridge of the eagle's nose are thick lips, and his bright eyes are as sharp as eagles, invisibly revealing a sharpness against the sky.

"Guan Zheng!" Seeing the visitor, Haowan and Bei Chenyue were shocked at the same time, and then said in a surprised tone.

"Good boy, another Holy Lord!" Not only was Jiachen sighing, but also the faces of the onlookers were also surprised. Lingxiaomen Holy Lord came to the fourth Holy Lord of Tianxingchen and saw three Holy Lords gathered together. Some people even blushed and had difficulty breathing. Legend has it that the super saints competing for the world finally appeared in the crowd one by one. In front of me, how can this not be shocking!

"Haowan? Beichenyue?" Guan Zheng's eyes flowed, looked at the two people who were facing each other and said with a flat face.

"Is it possible that the Holy Lord of the Inextreme Sect and the Holy Master of the Star Religion are such cultivation? Guan Zheng, who came from afar, really disappointed me. A moment later, Guan Zheng shook his head slightly, his face was full of disappointment, and he looked at the two people in a sarcastic tone.

"Guan Zheng, what do you mean!" Bei Chenyue's face changed and he stared angrily at Guan Zheng and asked harshly.

Guanzheng was also not afraid at all. He looked up to meet Beichen Yue's hostile eyes and said, "The saints of the thirteen states in the world are actually such small guys, and they are all carrying blood inheritance, but under this public, they don't care about the face and fight for a small matter. , it's really funny and generous.

Guan Zheng's words immediately embarrassed the faces of the two saints. Looking at the bold onlookers around him, they couldn't hang on their faces and hummed angrily. Haowan returned to his house, and Bei Chenyue also left with the people one after communicating with the infinite saints for a while.

A storm was resolved by the Guanzheng of Lingxiaomen, and people's faces were full of an unfinished look. At this moment, Guanzheng, who remained in the lobby, did not leave. His sharp eyes glanced at the crowd, but when he saw Jiachen, he paused slightly.

Suddenly, Jiachen was shocked. Guan Zheng's eyes were sharp, like the very thin silver needle, which was very uncomfortable. He obviously felt that Guan Zheng was paying attention to him, and Jia Chen was not afraid. He turned his head. Guan Zheng left a meaningful smile to Jia Chen, which took everyone to disappear in the lobby.