The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 184: Seven families gather

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Suolongcheng, the mountains and obstacles stretch for thousands of miles. Around the city, towering stone pillars, with a thousand blades high, tower straight into the clouds. Looking down from a high altitude, one can clearly see that a galloping horned dragon, nailed to the ground by these four stone pillars, cannot escape.

This is the head of the seven imperial families, the seat of the emperor gate.

At this moment, in front of the tall city gate, stood an elderly man in his fifties, with thin cheeks and no white face. His head was tied with a book hair bun, which looked gentle and polite, but the gleam in his eyes was full of murderous air.

Beside him are two Profound Sky Masters, but when facing this scholar, they are quite respectful. And in that respect, there was a hint of fear.

Shoo!

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and three streams of light flashed across the air and landed in front of the three of them. Appearing, it was the lord of Qianlong Pavilion, Long Yifei, and the three elders and Long Jiu.

"The Lord of the Dragon Pavilion is coming, Leng Mou has lost a long way to welcome, forgive sins and forgive sins!" The white-faced scholar gave a slight salute to Long Yifei, but his face was expressionless, and he was not as apologetic as he said.

Long Yifei hurriedly returned the courtesy and said respectfully: "Dare not, how can Mr. Leng Leng meet him in person? You can wait for Long in front of the city gate, which is a great deal for him. Face."

"Hehehe...Lord Dragon Pavilion is really polite. Since Leng is the chief steward of the emperor's gate, he should be so!" Mr. Leng clasped his fists again, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Long Yifei nodded slightly, but his heart was still tense.

This Leng Wuchang is known as a divine fortune teller, and he is agile. I am afraid that if he is not paying attention, he will see some clues. Maybe he will reveal the secrets of Qianlong Pavilion inadvertently. It is really a terrible character.

So even the Patriarch of the Six Houses, when meeting this Mr. Leng, he is more nervous than seeing the current emperor.

Shoo!

There was another sound of breaking through the air, and three more figures appeared in front of everyone. Looking around, it was the Valley Master of Netherworld Valley, Youwanshan. As well as the Great Elder of Nether Valley and the fifth elder who broke his arm, perhaps the anger in his heart has not dissipated. Since the appearance of the fifth elder, his complexion has been gloomy and has never been relaxed.

First they came to the front of Leng Wuchang and paid their respects. The two exchanged greetings, and then You Wanshan looked at Long Yifei, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Huh, Lord Long, it's really a narrow road. This is the second time we have seen each other after the second imperial capital has left."

"Hehehe...Yes, but life is impermanent. After the imperial capital is left, Qianlong Pavilion is still Qianlong Pavilion, but Netherworld Valley is no longer the original Netherworld Valley." Long Yifei chuckled lightly, in his eyes. The meaning of teasing is self-evident.

This is obviously laughing at Nethergu, losing two generals in a row. The former think tank Yougui Qigang was killed by others, and the latter was the fifth old man, and his arm was removed. The combat power is no longer as good as before.

Nether Valley's overall strength was greatly damaged, and it was no longer their opponent of Qianlong Pavilion.

You Wanshan's face was full of anger, and he took a step forward suddenly, and his whole body was full of momentum, and he said viciously: "Long Yifei, Nether Nether Valley is not the original Nether Nether Valley, you will know if you try."

"Huh, is this pavilion still afraid of you?"

With a sneer, Long Yifei's eyes flashed brightly, and his whole body was suddenly released. The two masters of the Profound Sky collided in momentum, and the coercion caused the two masters of the Emperor's Gate to retreat sharply, and at the same time they were shocked.

Although the emperor gate is the head of the seven families, Long Yifei, the master of Qianlong Pavilion, and Youwanshan, master of Nethergu Valley, are really not super powerful, and they are as terrifying as they are.

Even in the imperial gate, there are only a handful of elders who can suppress these two leading heads.

However, seeing how difficult it is to control the tension between the two sides, it seems that they will fight every minute. Leng Wuchang gave a dry cough, and said lightly: "Second, this is the emperor gate!"

It's just a few simple words, but it seems to have irresistible power inside, so that the two people who are about to fight at the same time are embarrassed, and their aura is suddenly closed.

Then apologized to Leng Wuchang at the same time, and said in unison: "Please Mr. Leng Haihan."

"Where, it’s just that this is the place of the emperor gate, and the two of my emperor gate distinguished guests. If the two fight here, it will be difficult for someone Leng to be the chief steward of the emperor gate. To solve personal grievances, you can move to other places to solve them, and someone Leng will not ask more!"

Leng Wuchang is still expressionless, but the attitude between the words is extremely cold, looking at the two Patriarchs, there is a hint of reprimand. This made both of them feel a bit annoyed, but they didn't dare to attack.

After all, what he represented behind him was the monstrous emperor's gate, a force that even the other six schools did not dare to offend easily.

"Hahaha...It's so lively here, Lord Valley Lord and Lord Dragon Pavilion, don't come here without problems!"

At this moment, a big laugh suddenly sounded, and three green figures suddenly appeared in front of them. The headed person is an old man with silver hair, and there are two old men behind him, just one with red hair and the other with purple hair, with strange green glows in the pupils.

"Hallmaster of the Medicine King Palace, Uncle Yan?" His eyes narrowed, and You Wanshan sneered unconsciously: "The chief alchemist in his temple was slaughtered. Are you in a good mood!"

"Hahaha...The Lord of the Valley does not save others by himself!"

Waved his hand, Uncle Yan said with a faint smile: "Our Medicine King Palace is different from yours. You fight and kill all day long. Every elder is a part of combat power. It is a pity to lose nature. But we Medicine King. The hall is dominated by alchemy, and only the strongest alchemist can get the title of Poisonous Hand Medicine King. But without this alchemist, there are still many super-first-class alchemists in our hall. Like Yan Song, it is the same seventh rank. Yes, it's a lot. It's just that he has been pressed by him before, and now they are probably laughing happily."

"In short, we have no shortage of alchemists. Anyway, the next poisonous hand medicine king is still in our hall, and the strongest alchemist in Tianyu will still walk out of our medicine king hall."

Uncle Yan glanced at the two of them triumphantly, You Wanshan curled his lips in disdain, and cursed inwardly: "Heartless and unrighteous place!"

Long Yifei smiled coldly and murmured: "Hall Master Yan is too optimistic? I heard that at the Huayulou Baidan event, the Poisonous Medicine King was dying, but he was defeated in alchemy. That Zhuo Fan. Will the No. 1 Alchemist of Tianyu still walk out of your Medicine King Palace? This, I don’t think it’s necessary."

The pupils of his eyes froze. For the first time since his appearance, Uncle Yan's face turned gloomy, and a naked murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "Huh, what if Zhuo Fan died? The dead man, he won't be with you anymore. Let’s fight for the first place in the Palace of Medicine King."

"What, Zhuo Fan? Where is the villain Zhuo Fan?"

However, as soon as Bogong Yan's voice fell, a shout rang through everyone's ears. Immediately afterwards, three cyan figures flashed by with a whistling sound. A middle-aged man with a delicate face and sharp bones looked straight at Leng Wuchang and said: "Mr. Leng, hasn't Zhuo Fan dealt with it yet?"

Leng Wuchang frowned slightly and hummed inwardly.

This Jollywood is really a pig-like teammate. I'm afraid that others don't know if we have secretly concealed, so I have to say it so loudly.

But now there is no way, Long Yifei has already seen some clues, and his eyes glanced between the two from time to time.

Leng Wuchang gave a dry cough and said lightly: "Patriarch Lin is in no rush, this time I came here to discuss how to deal with this villain."

"Uh, Lin Rufeng, listening to what you mean, it seems that you have begun to do it?" Long Yifei turned his eyes to the left and right, tentatively.

Lin Rufeng nodded and said without any scruples: "Of course, this kid who killed me the sixth elder of Happy Forest, how can he live in the world again? This time our Happy Forest, but two Masters above the fifth level of the Ming Tianxuan......"

"Patriarch Lin, that Zhuo Fan is so treacherous, you happily, Lin acted privately, it's really wrong, you should wait for the meeting of the seven, and then act together." However, Lin Rufeng hasn't finished speaking, it's cold and impermanent. Interrupted coldly.

Lin Rufeng was taken aback for a moment. Why did he act privately? Are you still involved?

But before he could say anything, seeing Leng Wuchang's fierce eyes, he dared not say any more.

However, Long Yifei had already guessed the truth of the matter in his heart. It seems that the Emperor's Gate had already begun to act before the meeting of the seven families, and Qianlong Pavilion was also excluded.

This also shows that the Emperor Sect excluded Qianlong Pavilion from the trust list.

Hey, this is troublesome. If the Emperor Sect really has the ambition to unify the seven families, then Qianlong Pavilion must be included in the first batch of lists to be eliminated.

Long Yifei sighed secretly in his heart, and can only pray that Zhuo Fan will not have an accident. I will wait for you to help us after you rise up, but don't hang up so soon.

"Hehehe...It's been a long time since it's been so lively. The seven families got together. The last one was a hundred years ago."

Suddenly, as a chuckle sounded, an elegant middle-aged man with a long beard, accompanied by two old men, walked slowly in front of everyone, and one of the two old men was exactly The sword of the eighth sword elder of Jianhou Mansion follows the wind.

Jian Suifeng and Long Jiu looked at each other, and both of them nodded slightly.

As early as Huayu City, under Zhuo Fan's matchmaking bridge, Jianhou Mansion and Qianlong Pavilion had already secretly communicated the song. When Long Yifei saw Jianhou Mansion coming, his eyes lit up, and he finally met an alliance, so he hurried forward and laughed: "Hahaha...President of Jianhou Mansion, a sword breaks through the sky, Xie Xiaofeng, admiration for a long time. !"

"The lord of Qianlong Pavilion, Qianlong Feitian, Long Yifei, and the next one is also long admiring the name. I am lucky to see it today!" Xie Xiaofeng hugged his fists, and looked at Long Yifei's eyes. Xuan, all laughed out loud.

The two patriarchs, although they belong to the same imperial family, were born with no intersection. This was the first time they met. Knowing that the other party is an ally in my heart, I can't help being extraordinarily kind.

Leng Wuchang seemed to see something, and his brows trembled slightly.

"The seven houses are almost there. Since Huayu Tower has just been rioted by the villain, I don't have time to come here, then we will..."

"Who said I have no time to come here at Huayulou?"

However, before Leng Wuchang's voice fell, a deep female voice resounded in the ears of everyone present. Immediately after hearing a loud bump, a golden rod of dragon head slammed on the ground.

When he saw this person appear, everyone's eyes shrank suddenly. Even if it was impermanent, it was difficult to express calmness, showing a look of surprise.

This old lady is still alive...