Xia Changqiu and Tian Buji were firmly convinced that Sikong Beichen would not meet when he met the old seniors. At most, the five first seats should try two moves to find out the details. With the current situation of the Nine-Level Hall, it is likely that they should make good friends, and at least they will live in peace. The Nine-Level Hall will not establish a strong enemy for itself for no reason.

now……

Embarrassing.

Two ten-yews appeared one after another, beyond Xia Changqiu's expectations and beyond the expectations of the people in the Jiule Palace. Why did Chen Beizheng, the general of Zhenbei, come?

Xia Changqiu swallowed his saliva, forcibly calmed down his excitement, looked up at the old senior with a calm face, that is, the old man who repelled the five heads of the Nine-Level Hall with one move, and thought to himself, would he turn around and run away? If this is the case, the rest of the people will never be able to do anything.

Luzhou looked out of the city calmly, and this calmness surprised Xia Changqiu and breathed a sigh of relief.

Senior, there are any methods?

...

Luzhou is floating in the air, waiting for the so-called general of Zhenbei to appear. Who doesn’t want to see this master in the court?

Xiao Yuaner and Conch ran behind Yu Shangrong, blinked curiously, looked at the master, and the second senior brother. Yu Shangrong looked back at the two of them, showed a peaceful and gentle smile, and said, "No need to be afraid. With the senior brother here, I will protect my junior sister from being fully prepared."

Yu Shangrong was willing to protect his junior sister, which made Luzhou feel a little relieved and he no longer had to distract himself from taking care of Xiao Yuaner and Conch.

The five firsts of the Nine-Level Hall have been raised.

In the distant northern sky, a war horse spreading its wings slowly came with a flying chariot. In front of the flying chariot, two soldiers in armor, one on the left and one on the right, were unstoppable.

"Here you come."

Zhang Shaoqing, the head of Xuanqi Palace, was a little surprised.

Kong Lu was seriously injured and still wanted to get up tremblingly, saying, "I'll go... to answer."

The disciples of the Nine-Level Palace glanced at him and said that they looked like this. What should I do?

Yao Qingquan, the head of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, said, "The Lord of the Palace, please...you come first, I will pick up the general."

The other four first directors nodded.

Yao Qingquan flew towards the north, and then hundreds of disciples rose up with swords and followed him to strengthen the show.

Zhang Shaoqing turned to look at Luzhou. The battle just now made him still feel scared.

Zhang Shaoqing bowed and said:

"Your Excellency wants to see the Lord of the Palace, please follow me..."

The other three first seats turned sideways at the same time and made a gesture of invitation.

Luzhou looked at the north and was not in a hurry to see the general of the northern town for a moment. Anyway, he would see him in a while, so he turned around and turned to Yu Shangrong and others and said, "Go to come with me."

"yes……"

Xia Changqiu Hotan Buji was a little nervous and flew over.

Yu Shangrong looked back at Xiao Yuaner and Conch, and flew away together.

...

The most central location of the Nine-Level Hall is the high platform and the main hall. However, Sikong Beichen is not in the main hall, but is living deep in the Nine-Level Holy Palace on the east side for many years. It is a completely independent area and the only nine-story building and villa in the Nine-Level Hall. The other nine first halls are all one floor shorter.

The ninth floor of the Holy Palace.

Zhao Jianghe, Sun Wenchang, Wang Youdao and Zhang Shaoqing flew over and landed in front of the Holy Palace.

"Senior, please." Zhao Jianghe made a gesture of invitation.

Luzhou walked in the air, stroking his beard while observing the surroundings. Seeing such a magnificent villa and the Nine-Level Holy Palace, he couldn't help but sigh.

All the others came to me.

A graceful woman slowly walked out of the holy palace.

He came to everyone and bowed slightly: "The Lord of the Palace is already in the Nine-Level Holy Palace, please."

Yao Qingquan did not go first, but continued to ask Luzhou to go first.

Luzhou entered the Holy Palace, and the four first seats entered one by one.

When it was Yu Shangrong and others' turn, the graceful woman raised her hand and said, "I'm sorry, I can't wait for the idle people to enter."

Yu Shangrong lowered his head slightly and glanced at the woman sideways: "Idle people waiting?"

"Let them all come in." A majestic and low voice came from the Holy Palace.

"yes."

The long holy palace corridor and two rows of giant pillars make it hard to imagine that this is the ninth floor. Even the imperial palace is not as magnificent as this holy palace.

...

Finally, Luzhou saw the old man who was as white as himself and had a haggard face, sitting cross-legged on it.

The only difference is that the old man looked average and looked tired, holding his forehead with one hand and lying on the desk with the other.

Luzhou stopped.

Since time traveling, this should be the first person he has ever met, and in the true sense he is older than himself.

The ancients were truly unlucky, and birds of feathers flocked together. Everyone was divided into groups. Is all the old man destined to see?

Just then, a deep voice came from outside the hall—

"The general of Zhenbei has arrived."

Everyone looked outside in one go.

At this time, Sikong Beichen touched his forehead, finally put down his arm and raised his head.

But his eyes did not look at Luzhou, but flew past Luzhou and looked outside.

A burly man wearing armor and a black cloak slowly entered the venue, with bright eyes, wide facial features, and a naturally superior aura.

Chen Beizheng guarded the northern border for many years and made outstanding achievements. Later, the court recalled him and became a big figure in the palace that should not be underestimated.

Yao Qingquan, the first of the Ping'an Palace, entered the holy palace with him.

The other first seats greeted each other at the same time: "General."

Chen Beizheng glanced at the four first seats, but without any response, so he looked up at Sikong Beichen in the hall, stood there, and looked around silently.

"Brother Beichen, long time no see."

Sikong Beichen shook his head and said, "You are a great general, who is not guarding the air, why are you here in the Nine-Level Hall?"

“Operation on order.”

Chen Beizheng was not polite, and walked to the seat on the left and sat down straight, "I am ordered to capture the aliens."

"Interracial?"

The five first seats changed slightly.

Sikong Beichen has not been involved in the matter of the Nine-Level Hall for a long time, and I don’t know what he meant.

He sighed and said, "There are guests here today, and you will come again next day."

In the huge Nine-Level Hall, only Sikong Beichen dared to say this to Chen Beizheng.

"guest?"

At this time, everyone's eyes looked at the old man Lu Zhou who looked calm and constantly stroking his beard.

Sikong Beichen nodded slightly, brushed his right hand over and said, "My friend, please sit down."

Luzhou did not move, but looked at Sikong Beichen with a normal expression, and finally noticed me?

"There is no need to sit there. I am here to take my disciple away." Luzhou faced two big ten leaves at the same time, and remained as a mountain.

The five first seats were surprised.

This old man...has such a momentum?

The momentum of being able to be calm and unmoved under the pressure of the Palace Master and Chen Beizheng was by no means achieved overnight. Only then did they notice that the aura of the old man seemed to be somewhat similar to that of the Palace Master, and even more puzzling.

Xia Changqiu Hotan is refreshed again and again. He can even give orders in Qianliu Temple and be above them. Here, they are ants, trembling.

In the holy palace, it is extremely quiet.

Sikong Beichen's deep eyes looked straight at Luzhou... trying to sense the true strength of the old man in front of him, his eyes facing each other, as if he had seen the vortex in the deepest part of the endless sea, and he was slightly surprised in his heart.

Sikong Beichen, who has been in the world for many years, has never seen such an old man?

Chen Beizheng enjoyed the wine sent by the waiter with great interest, as if everything was under control, without any rush.

Sikong Beichen said calmly, "Friend, with your own strength, defeat the five first seats?"

Luzhou did not answer, but said, "I don't like to bend around and turn around, and I hand over it out of the Zhenghai."

The tone was a little aggressive, and everyone looked at each other.

"Yu Zhenghai?" Sikong Beichen was puzzled.

Zhang Shaoqing, the head of Xuanqi Palace, hurried over and whispered the matter.

despair.
To be continued...