In fact, Meng Jin was right.
Yidi Mountain has long noticed the strange situation here, and the reason why he did not take action is that he wanted to observe the level of the heroes in the Immortal Realm today.
And as a result, they also saw that in addition to the older generation of geniuses such as Xiao Hu and Tang Biao, the younger generation was also rising, not weak at all.
Whether it is Meng Jin of Taizong, the monk of Xianghuo Temple, or the mysterious and rare relic Fuxiang who has not taken any action but has shown excellent treatment techniques, they are all the leaders who may dominate the fairyland in the future.
Therefore, after careful consideration, Yidi Mountain sent Si Lin, who was also a genius of the later generation and one of the candidate emperors, to persuade them to make peace.
But now, the development of the situation seems to be somewhat beyond Si Lin's control.
"Why did Fellow Daoist Meng say this?" Si Lin could only ask in a deep voice.
Meng Jin glanced at him indifferently, then continued to look at Xu Yue, and asked: "State your name, everyone present, and I will be interested in you."
"You can't understand people's words, right? If you have anything, come at me." Xiao Hu still stood in front, not wanting Meng Jin to find Xu Yue.
"Brother Xiao, what does Mr. Meng's discussion with this master have to do with you?" Tang Biao also walked up and stood next to Meng Jin.
"Oh, I am totally ashamed to talk to a villain like you." Xiao Hu said contemptuously.
Not far away, disciples from various sects also arrived one after another. Many of them were still injured, with ferocious looks on their faces, holding weapons and standing behind their respective leaders.
The two sides began to confront each other again, and Si Lin gradually stopped smiling and became expressionless.
"It seems that you guys really don't take me, Yidi Mountain, seriously."
Si Lin stood alone and no longer raised his hands in salute. His golden eyes were shining brightly and he looked towards the crowd.
"No, Brother Si's good intentions are obvious to us. However, this Meng surname is aggressive, and we cannot be deceived in vain." Xiao Hu smiled, and as he spoke, he threw all the blame to Meng Jin.
But what's even more exaggerated is that if one dares to throw it away, the other dares to pick it up.
Meng Jin was originally facing Xiao Hu, but now he took a step back and turned slightly sideways to face Si Lin, turning the original two-to-one confrontation into a three-legged confrontation.
"What do you mean, Fellow Daoist Meng?" Si Lin asked in a deep voice.
"I came here just to meet the world's elites and meet the so-called golden generation."
After Meng Jin folded his hands, he regained his arrogance and said calmly: "Although you are only a candidate for the emperor, you are not bad at all. In addition, you have practiced the imperial arts, and there are people here who can compete with us. I have capital, now I will give you a position, come forward and fight."
"Hey, madman!"
Xiao Hu smiled evilly and twisted his neck, ready for a fierce battle at any time.
Buzz.
The imperial light in Si Lin's body also flickered. He looked at Meng Jin with golden eyes like an emperor looking down at all living beings without any emotion.
The atmosphere was silent, and ordinary disciples retreated one after another. The only ones left in the field were those geniuses who could be named.
"Oh, this place is so lively."
Suddenly, when this was about to happen, a chuckle came from above.
It was a woman's voice, full of sweetness and elegance, refreshing.
Everyone looked up and saw a gust of flowers slowly coming from a distance and landing here.
Moreover, there is a man next to Hua Feng, wearing a simple and elegant blue and white robe, carrying a sword box on his back, and standing with a long sword at his feet, standing side by side with Hua Feng.
Xiao Hu relaxed his body slightly and waited quietly. Meng Jin stopped talking and stared into the distance.
Di Guang restrained himself, and the smile returned to Si Lin's face, looking in that direction with a welcoming gaze.
call.
The breeze blew gently, carrying petals.
A woman walked out of the flower breeze, with gorgeous clothes, stunning appearance, pupils like blooming flowers, and a jade flower tattooed on the lower right side of her fair white face. She could attract everyone's attention with just one glance.
It seems to be the king of flowers among thousands of flowers, surpassing the others in beauty and enjoying exclusive reputation.
"Oiran from Wanhua Valley, you're polite."
The woman smiled beautifully, and her voice drifted into everyone's ears with the wind.
The people present, except for a few determined people such as Meng Jin and Xu Yue, the ordinary disciples had already seen the spirit. At this time, they stayed where they were, speechless for a long time.
"I've seen the Flower Fairy!"
In the end, it was Xiao Hu and others who shouted loudly, awakening the minds of the disciples, and everyone bowed upward in unison.
"I've met Mr. Shang."
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Hu and others took the lead in saluting the man carrying the sword box.
Shang Jun is not only his real name, but also his external name.
The leader of the younger generation of Three Thousand Sword Sect and the 11th genius on the Immortal Ranking, he is worthy of the title "Jun".
"No need to be polite, I just walked around with the Flower Fairy. I felt the turmoil here, so I came to take a look." Shang Jun returned the greeting, with a smile on his face full of grace.
Xu Yue curled his lips below, glanced at this guy, and thought he was still so sanctimonious.
"Um?"
Shang Jun's perception was extremely sensitive. At this time, he turned his gaze to Xu Yue and asked doubtfully: "Does this master recognize me?"
Xu Yue responded quickly and said pretentiously: "Everyone has Buddha nature in their hearts. When I see the donor, I see my Buddhist disciples."
"You really know how to speak."
Shang Jun smiled lightly and shook his head, landing together with the oiran beside him.
"Guys, this place is already within the territory of Emperor Mountain. It is inappropriate to have another dispute. Can you listen to what the slaves say and stop fighting for the time being?"
The oiran chuckled, her long skirt swaying as she walked, and bits of colorful flowers flying around, she was as beautiful as a fairy.
"That's what I mean." Shang Jun also said with a smile.
Si Lin quickly cast a grateful look. If these two people didn't come, he would have prepared to report to Dishan.
Or as Meng Jin said, just join the fight.
The situation changed, and with the intervention of these two people, everyone present fell silent, knowing in their hearts that there would be no fight today.
In the end, Meng Jin rolled his sleeves and showed displeasure, while Xu Yue and others also looked calm and restrained their murderous intent.
Seeing that both parties were finally ready to give up, the oiran smiled and nodded. Just as he was about to continue speaking, he turned his head in surprise and looked deep into the mountain road.
"snort."
Shang Jun also stopped smiling and looked indifferently.
After a few breaths.
From the end of the mountain road in that direction, a majestic voice came.
"Meng Jin! Fight if you want, why worry so much!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several figures stepped out from the corner, their demonic aura rising to the sky, and they looked different from ordinary people at first glance.
The leader, with blond hair and red eyes, is wild and unruly. When he walks, he seems to be accompanied by dragons and tigers, giving him extraordinary momentum.
Seeing the person coming, Xu Yue's eyes instantly turned cold, and his fists shrunk in the monk's robes suddenly clenched, filled with murderous intent.
Next to him, Xiao Hu also pushed forward. The huge force almost caused Meng Jin to fall. Then he took a step forward. The blood-red gloves appeared again, and his spiritual power soared into the sky.
Come, the Eastern Territory, the Emperor Demon Sect, Zong Qing!
