Fantasy: The Villain of Destiny

Lan Shanlie walked out of the lobby, only to see nine-headed dragons lying outside, all nine-headed dragons had the aura of this world, and he had even dealt with one of them.

"Golden Dragon King?"

Lanshan Lie gasped, the "old neighbor" of the Xuanwu Holy Land, the Dragon King of the Throne Realm, was fierce by nature, but was surrendered to pull a cart!

An old man in a gray robe opened the gilded curtain, and saw a handsome young man walking down slowly, and said with a smile:

"I have admired the name of Xuanwu Holy Lord for a long time, and today I saw her name well-deserved"

Rao Lan Shanlie was good at nourishing Qi, and his forehead was unconsciously sweating.

The Throne is the most powerful battle force in the Xuanwu world. If you want to go further, you can only ascend to the upper realm. The nine-headed dragons of the Throne account for almost half of the known masters of the Throne in this world!

The reason why the Xuanwu Holy Land can securely sit on the top spot is because there is a supreme elder who is in the realm of the throne!

"It's a great honor for Sansheng to let you hear about it. You are very frightened when you come to Hanzong. Please move to the lobby!"

Lan Shanlie said respectfully.

Lu Changsheng didn't talk too much, he went straight to the meeting hall, and sat in the center. All the disciples and elders of the Holy Land watched the Nine-headed Dragon King from a distance outside the hall, not daring to move at all.

Lu Changsheng took a sip of tea and said with a smile:

"I happened to pass by the Xuanwu Holy Land, and I heard the name of the Holy Land for a long time, so I came to bother you, Holy Master, don't blame me for being rude."

"Don't dare to dare, the young master is full of splendor when he comes, and the small sect is simple, but it is rare to be clean. I will prepare a place for the young master to stay."

Lan Shanlie then responded, then hesitated, and said, "It's just..."

Lu Changsheng smiled slightly: "But it doesn't matter."

"My lord, to be honest, Xiao Zong is in a bad situation recently. There will be a big battle in the near future, and I'm worried that I will disturb your lord Qingxiu."

Lan Shanlie said that he knew that the person who could use the Nine-headed Dragon King as a car might be someone from the upper world, and it was best to treat this young master honestly and not to play tricks.

"Oh? There is such a thing? It seems that I came at the wrong time?"

Lu Changsheng pretended to be surprised.

Lanshan Lie paused for a moment, and tentatively said:

"My lord, maybe it's God's will?"

"Oh? Interesting, let it be."

Yes, maybe it was God's will, and I came across two leeks again.

……

In the back mountain of Xuanwu Holy Land, in an elegant courtyard, a woman leans lightly in the pavilion.

Looking from afar, that Liying was wearing a moon blue plain bead-trimmed jacket, an indigo embroidered pleated skirt, and a pair of beautifully embroidered green lotus shoes with upturned heads, her jade ankles slightly exposed.

The neck is extended, the hair is exposed, the temples are lightly combed, and the green silk dances gracefully. Against the background, the purple and green jade hairpin on the woman's hair also looks extraordinary.

"Miss! Miss!"

The servant girl dressed in a palace yelled and ran quickly to the woman.

The woman turned around lightly, the pupils under the willow-leaf eyebrows were like pools of autumn water, the tip of her nose was straight, and her skin was crystal clear and white like fat jade.

The bangs on the forehead are fluttering slightly, the eyebrows are full, as bright as stars, and when you look back and smile, you amaze the time and brighten the spring.

The woman Lan's surname is Ruo Bing, the saint of Xuanwu Holy Land.

Lan Ruobing saw the maid's recklessness, she couldn't help laughing and scolding:

"You girl, what do you look like out of breath? You look like a tomboy."

The servant girl was not annoyed, and said with a smile:

"Miss, let me tell you! Something big happened in our holy land today!"

Lan Ruobing asked with great interest:

"Oh? What happened?"

"I heard that an extraordinary young master has come to our holy land! That young master is driving a car in Kowloon to visit our holy land!"

"Oh? Come to our holy land at this time?"

Lan Ruobing frowned slightly, a little puzzled.

"I also heard that the young master is like an exiled immortal, polite and very good-looking!" the servant girl said infatuatedly.

"You nympho!" Lan Ruobing tapped the maidservant's forehead, pretending to be angry.

"That young master, like the young lady, doesn't like to make noise. The Holy Master placed him in Mantingfang, the back mountain. There are a few main peaks away from the young lady's residence. Would the young lady go and have a look?"

The servant girl teased.

Seeing this, Lan Ruobing shook her head slowly, looked at the innocent maid, sighed slightly and said:

"Since my father didn't tell me, it's inconvenient for me to go."

"Oh, it's such a pity. Everyone says that Mr. Wushuang is unparalleled. I think only such a man can be worthy of Miss. He is much better than that Mu Xu!"

"If he hadn't leaked the news while drunk, our Holy Land wouldn't be in trouble! He still wants to get his hands on Miss, bah! Disgusting!" the servant girl said angrily.

Lan Ruobing heard the words Ruo looked into the distance, thoughtful.

Mu Xu was originally a son of a family in a small town on the side of the Xuanwu Holy Land. He was originally talented, but for some reason, he was ignored by everyone. The elders of the outer sect saw him as a mentally tough man, so they accepted him as a registered disciple.

In recent years, Mu Xu has shown his talents like a rebirth from Nirvana, and he has become a strong contender for the Holy Son, but because of a slip of the tongue after drinking, he said that only he can take out the treasure of the Holy Lake, leaked the rumors, and gave a rare opportunity to those who are interested .

Lan Ruobing, as a saintess of the Xuanwu Holy Land and a senior elder sister, treats her disciples equally.Mu Xu started in the infancy and was often excluded. She just reprimanded the disciples who excluded others a few times outright. She never thought that after Mu Xu gained power, he publicly thanked him for this and threatened to get her the title of Holy Son.

Lan Ruobing, who lives up to her name, has a heart of ice in the jade pot, and ignores it.

Seeing this, the servant girl patted herself on the head and said hastily: "Miss, I'm sorry, I made a slip of the tongue, miss, please don't be upset."

Lan Ruobing came back to her senses, stroked the girl's cheek, and said, "It's nothing, I was thinking that the young master might not come from the upper realm, but he should also be powerful, why did he come to this realm?"

Power is poison, without the restraint of a container, it not only poisons others, but also eats back at itself. Whether that son is a good man or a dude, Xuanwu Holy Land does not know, this is what Lan Ruobing is worried about.

"I hope he is a decent boy."