Chapter 146: Poetry Gathering at Wenhua Hall

Only to see Yelu Hongji emerge in full regalia, escorted by his attendants, with Yelu Yanxi accompanying him at his side.

After the greetings were exchanged, Yelu Hongji pressed down with both hands: "You are all talented scholars of our Great Liao; there is no need for such ceremony, please be seated at once."

Afterwards he too took his place behind the long table, while Yelu Yanxi sat down on a small chair at the side.

Yelu Hongji's gaze swept over the crowd before him, finally settling on Zhao Ti's side, and he said with a smile: "This time Envoy Zhao has come to discuss state affairs,

"Hehe, no rush, no rush. You'll know in a moment!" Bei Yan said these words mysteriously, yet did not specify what matter it was.

From the direction these people were heading, it was not hard to tell they were going out of the city; only Qin Ci could not make out whether their hurried pace was on account of Shentu Bao. However, Qin Ci had now changed his clothing and disguise, so no matter what these people's purpose was, they certainly would not find their way to him.

Under He Qingming and the others' lead, the six hundred men of the Imperial Guard camp always maintained a formation marching abreast, to avoid being ambushed by the Demon Eagle's side.

A moment later, Long Yin and Long Yan left satisfied, clutching great handfuls of crystal chunks, while Lin Wu, gazing at the treasures strewn across the ground, also broke into a beaming smile.

Just now, owing to the great swings of emotion, all his attention had been fixed on himself and on Ling Jiao, and he had not had a moment to take in his surroundings.

Lin Ruo brandished his long sword and began cutting into the parasol tree; two quarter-hours later, Lin Ruo successfully took a piece of material from the parasol tree, roughly one-tenth of the whole.

And that scroll was precisely the Secret Technique even more powerful than the Great Silence Slash that came after it — the Thousand-Hand Seal.

Although there were many chairs in the council hall, none of the people who walked in — Red Immortal Qin Tianlong and the others — dared to sit down.

Moreover, the two who had been fighting, upon hearing that anguished cry, ceased their battle in an instant; they had wanted to seize the chance while the Fire Qilin could not split its attention to subdue it first, but neither was willing to yield a single step, and both exerted their full strength, yet in the end could not determine a victor, so now they could only stop.

"Nine Youshi, Nine Youshi!" Han Fengxue muttered to himself; he had a feeling that once he had thoroughly mastered those sixteen characters, he and Yao Yue would be able to get out — the Soul-Snatching Melody had already been conquered by him, and next he must seek out and break through the Nine Youshi.

The direction Ye Ziluo had casually chosen faced straight toward the deity's main residence; before he had walked a few steps he encountered a rather grand hall. The hall's structure was much the same in appearance as an immortal palace: in front was a plaza paved with jade stone, both sides planted full of tall trees, before the hall hung a plaque on which were written the large characters "Skill Surpassing Heaven's Craft" — presumably praising the deity's weapon-forging skill as worthy of the title of Heaven's Workmanship.

Thinking this, their gazes could not help but focus on the Taiqing Sect, ranked first on the Azure Water Star. Long ago someone had proposed that, in terms of true strength, the Suxin Sect should be named alongside the Taiqing Sect and tied for first place.

Julie? Li Er had never heard that name; he'd have to find someone… no, better investigate himself — Natasha certainly would not want anyone to learn that she smoked marijuana.

The two forces composed of Kushan people finally crashed into each other, like two war-scimitars clashing together, striking out scorching sparks. In an instant, over a thousand men on both sides lost their precious lives.

Below, all was silent; the fresh blood on the table slowly dripped onto the carpet. These people didn't even dare to fart, let alone have the guts to oppose Qiang-ge any further.

Xiao Mingyang was quite angered by these words; he was the company's procurement department manager, and also a direct-line member of the Xiao family.

Ye Ziluo could not understand what they were saying, and could only maintain the universal language of the world — a smile.

Moreover, Li Er had used his own identity to feign mystery; the stratagem was simple and direct, yet every one struck at the most crucial point — how could he possibly lose? Thinking to here, Jenny's face went pale, and waves of defeat welled up in her heart.

The magical beasts moving alongside it were no fools either; they too sensed the gentle, human breathing coming from the woods on the left, and the entire formation, in remarkable tacit accord, gradually slowed its pace.