Supreme Immortal Emperor

The next day, just after daybreak, both the Inn and the shops in Dancheng came out with silhouettes, and no one set up the stalls. The bustling silhouettes gathered on the street towards Dancheng. Go to the center.

This is a huge stone gate. Walking through the stone gate is a different scene.

In the stone gate, there is a big circle inside, with a radius of 100,000 zhang.

Looking around, I saw all the scattered brilliance, and smelled the tangy fragrance of medicine. When the stone gate was opened, the silhouettes poured in. It was really black, vast crowd. !

“Pancheng is really great generosity!” When Ye Chen walked in, he sighed when he saw the scene.

Soon, Ye Chen found a place that was neither too far forward nor too far back and sat down.

After that, Xu Fu also came, swayed around twice, and consciously sat in the position next to Ye Chen.

“Are you not afraid of others suspecting?” Ye Chen glanced at Xu Fu on the side.

“Who has time to bird us now.”

“That’s right.”

“You’d better remember the few people I’m talking about next. Because they may be your enemies on the road to refining Pill Dao in the future. Just as Ye Chen looked around, Xu Fu said lightly.

“Then I have to take a look.” Ye Chen immediately sat upright.

“I saw that.” Xu Fu pointed finger towards the direction of the entrance of the venue.

hearing this, Ye Chen looked in the direction that Xu Fu pointed, his eyes fixed on a white clothed woman.

Looking at the white clothed woman, Ye Chen’s eyes lit up.

Perhaps the white clothed woman looks too stunning, so she is very eye-catching in the crowd. Away from far away, Ye Chen can see that peerless face, her clothes are shaky and her hair is long. Like water waves flowing, silk dyed with brilliance, the whole person is a fairy, peerless grace and elegance.

“She is Saintess of the Qixi Palace, Xu Nuoyan.” Xu Fu said leisurely.

“Qi…Qingxi Festival?”

“The Qixi Palace is an ancient and mysterious force in the Northern Chu Dynasty. According to legend, the Qixi Palace’s disciplines are all women.” Xu Fu slowly said “Dont underestimate the Qixi Palace, let alone Xu Nuoyan, her alchemy talent is not under the mysterious girl, and her cultivation talent is evenly matched with you.”

“So Hanging.” Hearing what Xu Fu said, Ye Chen couldn’t help but watch the Qixi Saintess Xu Nuoyan again.

“Have you seen that?” Xu Fu pointed his finger towards the entrance of the venue again, “It is the white clothed youth. He is the Young Master of the Northern Chu Xuantian Aristocratic Family, Wei Wenzhuo.”

“The young man looks handsome.” Ye Chen touched the chin, looking at Wei Wenzhuo from a distance.

Speaking of temperament, Wei Wenzhuo is a bit like Xie Yun’s guy, with a bottle gourd around his waist and a toothpick in his mouth. The whole person looks uninhibited and a little bit stubborn.

“That, Lizhang, Young Master of Beihai Aristocratic Family.”

“Beihai Aristocratic Family, I have heard of this.” Ye Chen touched his chin and looked at Na Li. Zhang, the one born is romantic and suave and handsome like a jade tree, but he carries a bunch of…sugar bottle gourd in his hand.

“Look at that.” Xu Fu pointed to the young man wearing white clothed below, “Young City Lord of the Sword City, Chen Rongyun.”

“Would you like to see you? It’s hard!” Ye Chen looked at the white clothed youth earnestly. The young man is long and handsome, but from walking in, Ye Chen found that he had shaken his head no less than 20 times. Every time he shakes it, he will be very conscious. I squeeze my hair, as if I want to tell everyone: I am handsome.

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“That, Holy Son of the Northern Chu Blood Spirit Aristocratic Family.” Xu Fu pointed finger towards the purple-haired youth who had just walked into the venue. “If you meet him in the future, be careful. The cultivation technique is a bit evil.”

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“That is the Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Aristocratic Family.” Xu Fu continued to point to a red-haired young man in the crowd. “If you meet him in the future, you should also be careful. Their family’s Yin-Yang technique is It’s so weird!”

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“And that, Xingyue Palace Saintess.” What Xu Fu pointed out was a purple clothed woman, and she was very beautiful.

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As people continue to walk in outside the stone gate, Xu Fu basically introduces Ye Chen one after another.

Naturally, he skipped those unremarkable small families directly. What he pointed out was basically young Alchemist with some abilities.

However, following the introduction of Xu Fu, Ye Chen knew a lot of people and even more forces.

When he was in Zhengyang Sect in the past, although he was a member of the Intelligence Pavilion, he still had too little contact with intelligence. Basically it was Southern Chu. Regarding the forces of Northern Chu, he had always known only the Hall of Bloodthirsty.

Now he really has a long experience, just like the Qixi Palace, Zhujian City, Xuantian Aristocratic Family, Beihai Aristocratic Family, Yin Yang Aristocratic Family, Xingyue Palace in the Northern Chu, he never heard it before. Over.

Soon, he saw the Ziyang Taoist of Cyan Cloud Sect, and the young man named Yuan Zhi beside him, followed by the Cangshan Taoist of Zhengyang Sect, and the fool named Li Primordial Yang.

After that is the bloodthirsty Taoist of the Bloodthirsty Palace and the blood pupil.

Except for them, the next one after another silhouette walked in, basically an old man brought a young man or a woman.

“So many!” Ye Chen sighed, “Alchemist is so hard to find normally, today is plentiful and easily available!”

“So, don’t be small Look at Da Chu.”

“Elder, these Alchemists don’t have True Fire!” Looking at it, Ye Chen couldn’t help but glanced sideways at Xu Fu.

“True Fire is not Chinese cabbage.” Xu Fu stroked his beard lightly, “More than 60% of these Alchemists are earth fire, and about 30% are strange animal fires. 5% of people, within the body is True Fire.”

“so that’s how it is.” Ye Chen touched his chin and continued to look at the entrance.

He saw the Qi Family of Nanchu Nanjiang, Wang Family of Beichuan and Alchemist of Situ Family of Xishu.

However, when he saw Dongyue Shangguan Family coming, his expression suddenly became a little strange.

The Alchemist of Dongyue Shangguan Family is a middle-aged beautiful woman with a black-clothed youth.

In addition to the black-clothed youth, there is also a young girl next to him. Although it is far away, Ye Chen still recognizes who it is at a glance. It’s not that he was with him during the mission in Zhao Guo Was the captured Shangguan Yuer?

Unfortunately, Ye Chen coughed dryly, and the scene in the alchemic furnace could not help but appeared in his mind, not too fragrant.

“Can I sit here?” Just as Ye Chen rubbed his eyebrows, the beautiful female voice sounded, Biyou came slowly and looked at Ye Chen with a chuckle.

“Just sit down, come, I’ll sit here.” Zhuge old man directly pressed Biyou on the seat next to Ye Chen, and then consciously sat down with Ye Chen and Xu Fu In the middle, he consciously grabbed a Spirit Fruit on the table and stuffed it into his mouth.

“Zhuge Senior, you also come to watch the Doudan Conference!” Xu Fu smiled and poured a glass of wine for Zhuge old man himself.

“I will go wherever it is.” Zhuge old man is not polite, he has a glass of wine, and he does not forget to look side Ye Chen, “I said, can you go Move over there, its a bit crowded.”

“Don’t move.” Ye Chen just gnawed Spirit Fruit.

“If you don’t move, you have to move.” Zhuge old man squeezed his ass and forcibly squeezed Ye Chen toward Biyou. He just squeezed in. This squeeze, simply Ye Chen and Biyou were squeezed to the body.

Here, Biyou seems to know Zhuge’s old man’s intention, and his expression suddenly becomes a bit awkward.

“I let you squeeze, I let you squeeze.” Ye Chen obviously didn’t notice Biyou’s abnormality, so he had no shame at all. He slammed his butt and squeezed Zhuge old man. Squeezed back.

“Hey you little bastard.” Zhuge old man immediately rolled up his sleeves, his butt slapped again.

“You old fart, your ass is quite big!” Ye Chen got excited too, rolled up his sleeves, the one with the puckered ass is called a tall.

“It’s still squeezing, and I will fart again.”

“Your motherfucker farts less!”