How is that possible? Is this kid a Quasi Sage mighty figure?
With so many demon Daira releasing their auras at the same time, the Sixth Prince of the East Ocean, Ao Ji, was already on the verge of collapse. Yet, Yang Jian broke through the layers of suppression …
Are all the demon Daira fakes?
"There's something else! He's not afraid of auras! Damn it! "
A demon Daira suddenly came to his senses. He cursed and angrily pushed the jade cup in his hand to the ground.
Ding …
As if the smashing of the cup was a signal, waves of immortal power rose from all parts of the Dragon Palace!
These were the experts of the human race who came to attend the banquet. They released their auras at the same time and suppressed the East and West Halls!
There were few weaklings in the demon race, not to mention the human race who had become their mortal enemy. Waves of demonic aura rose again! Although they were immediately suppressed by the auras of the human cultivators, most of the demons were not afraid at all!
The battle between the experts of the human race and the demon race was on the verge of breaking out …
"Hmph!"
A cold snort came from the main hall. It was not the Dragon King, nor was it a human mighty figure, much less a demon.
A red light flashed, and a figure stood above the main hall of the Dragons Palace. He wore a yellow Daoist robe, and his long white hair fluttered in the wind. He was not tall, but he was like a mountain, and people could not look at him directly!
The Daoist priest stroked his beard and only said one sentence, "Do you demons regard the immortals of Chanism as rotten wood?"
His voice reverberated in the Dragon Palace far away. It even rushed out of the array of the Dragon Palace and caused huge waves on the surface of the sea!
Looking at the West Hall and the Southwest Hall, a group of demon Daira vomited blood, and their faces were pale. Many of them were shocked …
On the other hand, those Golden Immortal great demons had secretly suppressed Yang Jian with their auras, but they were not targeted by the Daoist priest.
Their cultivation levels were too low, so he ignored them.
A chuckle was heard. Another figure flew out of the main hall and blocked in front of Red Essence.
It was a woman whose entire body was covered by a veil. Only her eyebrows and the outline of her face were exposed, but she had a kind of charm that could captivate one's soul.
"Why must you vent your anger on these good-for-nothings?" The woman chuckled, but her gaze was unyielding.
The skinny Taoist priest's face turned cold. He raised his hand and pointed at the woman.
However, the woman was also a ruthless person. She actually didn't dodge, nor did she take out any magic treasures. Blood splashed out from her jade-like shoulder, and her figure also staggered a step back.
"Fellow Daoist, with my injuries, can I keep the face of Chanism?"
The woman's voice was a little weak, but it made people feel that she was still very young.
"Patriarch!"
"Ancestor, you can't!"
A few shrill female cries came from the West Hall, but the woman raised her hand and slapped at the source of the voices, and the cries were forcibly cut off.
No? Not what? You bastards attacked that brat from the Chan School. Do you know who is standing here?
If this Daoist was truly enraged, she would probably have to escape with severe injuries.
Would the Dragon King of the Dragon Palace care about old friendships? Did he really think that this was the day when the Ancient Demon Court controlled the heavens? The Dragon King probably wouldn't even stand up and fart!
"Alright." The Taoist priest nodded and did not say much. He turned into a red light and returned to the hall.
From the beginning to the end, Yang Jian did not say anything, nor did he do anything. He only stood in front of the hall and watched.
In a fight between immortals, he would not superfluously draw a snake's feet and show off his cleverness. He watched obediently. If he needed to speak, this Martial Uncle would naturally ask him anything.
Indeed, the Taoist priest returned to the main hall and did not pay attention to him.
Meanwhile, the woman from the Demon Clan glanced at Yang Jian. Although her beautiful eyes were smiling, Yang Jian felt goosebumps all over his body.
It was as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast. It was not the suppression of the aura, but the existence of an existence that threatened his life.
"As expected of a young hero." The woman from the Demon Clan chuckled and turned to fly into the hall. However, she continued to be a guest and had no intention of leaving.
Ao Ji sent a voice transmission beside Yang Jian, "The great ancient demon, Mei Kongmei, is also one of the current reliance of the Demon Clan. However, she is ranked at the back among the Demon Clan's patriarchs."
"Yes." Yang Jian nodded and did not think too much about it.
That was not a level that he could come into contact with now. The patriarchs of the Demon Clan should be mighty figures with quasi-sage cultivation. He had seen the ten Demon Sages before, so he did not find it strange.
"Hahaha!"
He heard a hearty laugh and another Daoist walked out of the hall. He had a big face and a square face, but he floated like an immortal. His figure was slender, his long hair was tied into a bun, and his eyes were filled with light.
"Not bad! Not bad! Junior Brother Yuding has accepted a good disciple! "
Yang Jian's expression was serious as he quickly walked towards the person. Then, he bowed and said, "Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian greets Third Martial Uncle."
Perfected Yellow Dragon!
The third disciple of the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning was considered a blessing in the God Conferment. He was beaten up by the Jie School and saved by the Chanism. In the God Conferment Battle, Yang Jian even saved this Uncle-Master once.
Seeing that Perfected Yellow Dragon was a guest in the Dragon Palace, Yang Jian was a little disappointed, but he felt that it was reasonable. After all, one could tell the background of Perfected Yellow Dragon from his Taoist name — he was born of Dragons and was one of the Dragons with little luck. Unexpectedly, there was a Dragon of Great Fortune.
Otherwise, he would not have been accepted by the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning.
However, Huang Long Zhenren really didn't have many brilliant treasures, nor did he have any powerful magical powers. This naturally disappointed Yang Jian, who wanted to freeload on a greeting gift.
However, on second thought, other than Uncle-Master Taiyi, the other Uncle-Masters would not give him good treasures, so he did not have to look forward to it too much.
This thought only circulated in Yang Jian's mind before it disappeared. When he raised his head, his arm was already grabbed by Perfected Yellow Dragon.
"No need to stand on ceremony! I'm just a little older than you. Come! " Perfected Yellow Dragon pulled Yang Jian into the hall. At the same time, he secretly channeled an extremely pure immortal Qi to Yang Jian and said, "Your Uncle-Master Chijing Zi is still waiting inside! Hurry up and go in! "
Just this action alone made Yang Jian have a good impression of Perfected Yellow Dragon, this "warm-hearted" Uncle-Master.
Perfected Yellow Dragon rushed out to welcome him, but he was afraid that Yang Jian had been forcing himself previously and rushed over to channel immortal power to Yang Jian. Perfected Yellow Dragon had predicted that Yang Jian was a fellow who was "prideful". That was why he came out to "help" Yang Jian.
However, once the immortal power entered Yang Jian's body, it disappeared without a trace like a clay ox entering the sea. Perfected Yellow Dragon was also a little surprised. He turned his head and sized up Yang Jian.
At this time, Ao Ji had suppressed his internal injuries and restored his elegant appearance. He followed behind lightly and stood inside the hall door, waiting.
There were more than ten banquets in the hall, and in the center of the hall, there was a huge jade round table, which was the main banquet of the Immortal Banquet.
At the main table, the Dragon King, who had a dragon head and a human form, sat on the throne and greeted Yang Jian with a smile. Chijing Zi was on the right side of the Dragon King and squeezed out a smile at Yang Jian.
The seat on the right side of Chijing Zi was empty. On the right side was an old woman, who was as motionless as a mountain and seemed to be unaware of what was happening around her.
Yang Jian did not dare to look too much and just glanced roughly. In addition to the Dragon King, there were a total of twelve guests at the main table, all of whom were mighty figures with unfathomable magical powers. Yang Jian could only name a few of them.
Although there were the most human guests in the Dragon Palace at this time, at the main banquet, only two mighty figures of the human race smiled at Yang Jian.
"Greetings, Second Uncle-Master."
Yang Jian bowed to Chijing Zi with a Dao salute and addressed him as Second Uncle-Master.
Chijing Zi stroked his beard and said with a smile, "You're not bad. Junior Brother Yuding's ability to teach is also not bad. Greet the seniors. "
"Yes." Yang Jian's every word and action was very serious, and no one could find any problems with it. He also had a humble appearance, which was completely different from his arrogant and unruly appearance in front of the hall.
After all, Chanism paid attention to these, so Yang Jian did not dare to be too presumptuous.
Yang Jian bowed to the main table and did not avoid the two Patriarchs of the demon race. However, he still looked at the two mighty figures of the human race.
"Greetings, Seniors."
Chijing Zi stroked his beard and said with a smile, "You can't greet them like that. You have to introduce yourself and tell us where our Chanism is."
Yang Jian pondered for a while and bowed again. His clear voice echoed in the Dragons' Treasure Hall. "I'm Yang Jian, a third-generation disciple of the Jade Void Palace. Greetings, Seniors."
The amiable-looking old lady replied, "Greetings."
The other mighty figures smiled and nodded in response. Even the Patriarch of the demon race, Mei Kongmei and another burly man, nodded coldly.
Yang Jian felt a little carefree. Uncle-Master Chijing Zi seemed strict, but he was also protecting him.
Chijing Zi was the second disciple of the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning. Other than the first disciple of Chanism, Hiroshige, Chijing Zi's words carried the most weight in Chanism, which focused on the order of seniority.
He allowed Yang Jian to say the words "Jade Void Palace", which was a clear attitude of Chanism to the factions of the Primordial World.
That disciple was a disciple that Chanism valued. Whoever dared to touch him would be an enemy of Chanism.
That was also Yang Jian's greatest gain from this trip.
"Go and find a seat. After the banquet is over, your Second Uncle-Master and I will look for you," said the Huanglong Daoist warmly. The more she looked at her disciple-nephew, Yang Jian, the more she liked him.
As long as he thought about how Yang Jian had endured the aura of so many demons and Daira to walk to the front of the hall step by step, and finally broke through the layers of aura … the Huanglong Daoist felt secretly pleased.
This Martial Nephew gave them, the older generation, so much face!
Yang Jian hurriedly agreed. The Dragon King of the East Ocean finally said, "Ao Ji, come in and accompany Young Friend Yang to a seat."
"Yes." Ao Ji accepted the order respectfully and walked in quickly. He brought Yang Jian to a banquet in the corner that was for the younger generation. The handsome men and beautiful women at the banquet all stood up to welcome them.
Ao Ji pointed at the empty seat beside an extremely beautiful woman and said with a smile, "Why don't we sit here?"
The depression in Yang Jian's eyes flashed. He took the initiative to stand behind the seat that was further away from the woman.
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