"Of course, don't you know whose wife she is?" Shen Xiang laughed: "How was your chat with her? I know that when you were roasting the meat, you two were talking to each other via sound transmission. Did she say anything bad about me? "
"No way, but I really want to know about your past scandals." Mu Qianxiang laughed.
Looking at the delicate and beautiful Mu Qianxiang, Shen Xiang thought of Hua Xiangyue. Hua Xiangyue was the same as her, she had a kind of moving charm and intoxicating fragrance.
Hua Xiangyue was not here, she and Wu Qianqian were cultivating in another place, so Wang Weiquan did not know the details.
"Sister Xianxian told me that the Hundreds of Flowers Immortal Country's Flower Emperor will come." Mu Qianxiang's face was filled with anticipation: "I heard that she also uses a sword, and even took out her own Hundreds of Flowers Holy Sword to display, to broaden people's horizons."
"Hurry up and tidy up. Let's go out for a stroll. Maybe we can meet her and join her Hundreds of Flowers Immortal Country here." Shen Xiang's eyes lit up, and urged anxiously.
After Mu Qianxiang finished combing, she changed into a simple dress. Although Shen Xiang had bought her some luxurious clothes, she didn't really like them. She still preferred those light and simple clothes, and even so, they wouldn't weaken her charm, and would even give her a kind of elegant temperament.
After putting on the veil, Shen Xiang brought her out of the middle grade hotel and headed towards the majestic palace in the middle. That was the center of power of the Divine Sword Immortal Palace, and the people in charge and the people with great strength were all there.
The hotels near the Divine Sword Palace were all of the highest grade. There were many great formations that gathered immortal energy, and there were even all sorts of formations that assisted in cultivation, so the cost was extremely frightening.
When they got close to the Divine Sword Palace, the crowded area in front of them suddenly became noisy. Everyone retreated and stood on both sides of the street, opening up a path.
Seeing that, Shen Xiang anxiously pulled Mu Qianxiang to the side. In this kind of situation, there would usually be some big shot patrolling the area, and there were a lot of strong warriors gathered in the Divine Sword Immortal Palace, even the usually low-key Hundreds of Flowers Immortal Country's Flower Emperor had come.
After everyone made way, they saw a large golden caravan slowly driving over. There were no beasts pulling the caravan. At first glance, one could tell that this magnificent caravan was an immortal tool that was meticulously refined. It could use immortal crystals to drive itself.
To be able to have such a thing, not only did one need to have Spiritual crystal s, one also needed to know a group of Weapon Refiner s to make it. From this, it could be seen that the person in the carriage was an important figure in a large power.
Mu Qianxiang suddenly held onto Shen Xiang's hand tightly, and frowned as he looked at the caravan, his face full of unease.
"What happened?" Shen Xiang asked via sound transmission. Mu Qianxiang having such an expression meant that there must be something that made her feel uneasy.
"The people inside give me a very strange feeling. I don't know why, but it's all because of the mysterious Celestial Elixir in my body." Mu Qianxiang replied via sound transmission, "Just now, the Celestial Elixir in my body jumped for some reason, causing me to sense that the person inside the carriage has something very terrifying."
Shen Xiang did not understand, but he felt that this was not a good thing. Just as he was about to ask the old man, Mu Qianxiang, to leave, the window of the carriage suddenly opened, revealing a handsome face that was as sharp as a knife. The handsome man was looking at Mu Qianxiang with a pair of eyes that were as bright as the stars.
Mu Qianxiang also glanced at the man, her delicate body couldn't help but tremble, her palms sweating profusely.
When Shen Xiang felt it, she anxiously pulled him away.
"Stop them." The man said indifferently, only to see two figures suddenly appear, one in front and one behind, blocking Shen Xiang and Mu Qianxiang.
Shen Xiang clenched his fists tightly, and said in a low voice,
"What do you want to do?"
"Our young master would like to invite you as guests." The middle-aged man in front of Shen Xiang said.
"Thank you, but we don't have time." Shen Xiang pulled Mu Qianxiang, and just as he took a step forward, the middle-aged man extended an arm to block Shen Xiang.
"I'll count to three. If you continue to block me, then we won't be polite." Shen Xiang said calmly, his voice carried a trace of killing intent, the surrounding temperature plummeted, it seemed that he was serious.
Mu Qianxiang did not say anything. Although she was a Immortal Monarch, she felt that this kind of matter should be left to Shen Xiang to handle. If Shen Xiang could not handle it, then she would take action.
There were already a lot of people here, and now that such a thing had happened, everyone looked over. Feeling Shen Xiang's killing intent, everyone frowned, this place was very close to the Divine Sword Palace, fighting here was equivalent to going against the Divine Sword Palace.
"One, two …" Three. "
Shen Xiang counted loudly, and very quickly.
"Don't let them go." The handsome middle-aged man on the caravan said coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Xiang's other hand had already moved. Everyone could clearly see that Shen Xiang had raised his hand and drawn a red light, following that, the middle-aged man's thick arm fell to the ground, and blood gushed out from the broken arm.
"I've said it before, if you stop me again, I won't be polite." Shen Xiang turned his head to look at the man on the caravan, and shouted: "What right do you have to stop us? It's not like we provoked you. "
The man was also a little surprised. If he were to make a move here, it would indeed anger the Divine Sword Palace.
"Hmph, let's go." Shen Xiang snorted angrily, and pulled Mu Qianxiang away quickly.
Seeing Shen Xiang leave, the middle-aged man who had lost an arm endured the pain and asked, "Young Master …"
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