Destiny Martial God

Luoxia Lake, in the palace!

Following Zhongli Mingjing through the bronze gate, through several long corridors, we finally arrived at a hall exuding an elegant and ancient style.

There were seven wide chairs made of red sandalwood on both sides of the hall, and in the main hall, there was a luxurious dragon throne made of million-year-old black ice.

"Yu Danshen, everyone, please sit down!" Zhongli Mingjing smiled and waved his hand as he walked to the dragon throne in the main hall.

"Sit down!"

After turning his head and signaling to Qingfeng and others, Yu Haoran took the lead and walked to the first seat on the north side of the hall, and then sat down directly.

Afterwards, Qingfeng, Yu Siqi, Lu Yuan, Chiyan Beast and Tonggi Ape chose their seats and sat down.

Although there was an empty seat on the north side of the hall, Zhongli Shuiqin thought about it for a moment, but stood directly behind Yu Haoran, with an attitude of obedience.

Seeing the choice made by Zhongli Shuiqin, although a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in Zhongli Mingjing's eyes, he did not say much, but nodded to the guards guarding the entrance of the hall.

After the guards who received the order turned around and left, Zhongli Mingjing sat behind the dragon chair and clapped his hands lightly.

Then, sixty-three dignified and beautiful girls walked into the hall quickly, each girl holding a tray made of top-grade warm jade, on which were placed tea cups and eight kinds of top-grade spiritual fruits.

After the sixty-three girls placed the tea cups and top-grade spiritual fruits on the wooden table and left slowly, Zhongli Mingjing, who was sitting on the dragon chair, clapped his hands again.

Then, seven beautiful beauties with jade-like bones and ice-like skin, graceful and graceful, wearing white transparent hair gauze long skirts entered the hall.

Accompanied by the music coming from the corner of the hall, the seven beautiful beauties began to dance gracefully, and with the transparent silk long skirts, the seven beautiful beauties were full of infinite temptations in their every frown and smile.

But unfortunately, facing the seven beautiful women dancing, Yu Haoran and Qingfeng had clear eyes without any distractions, while Lu Yuan and Yu Siqi were immersed in their practice with their eyes closed, and the Chiyan Beast and Tongbi Yuan focused their attention on those top spiritual fruits.

The reaction of Yu Haoran and others made Zhongli Mingjing's eyes flash with disappointment, and he waved to the seven beautiful women who finished dancing, signaling them to leave the hall.

Then, Zhongli Mingjing picked up the teacup on the wooden table beside him and said to Yu Haoran with a smile.

"Yu Danshen, the spiritual tea in the cup is called Qingfuchen, which has the effect of calming the mind, sweeping away the inner demons, and improving the state of mind. It is the third famous tea among the seven spiritual teas in the Middle Ages."

"Thank you!"

After nodding and thanking Zhongli Mingjing, Yu Haoran reached out and picked up the teacup on the wooden table, picked up the cup lid, and a faint and tempting fragrance came to his face.

"Good tea!" After blowing a breath of hot air and gently taking a sip of spiritual tea, Qingfeng praised with satisfaction on his face.

Yu Haoran, who also put the teacup to his lips, took advantage of the cold light flashing in his eyes while lowering his head to taste the tea, and ordered the tower spirit in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Tower spirit, use the space-time energy of the domain tower to transfer half of the poisonous tea in the cup."

"Got it!"

Poisonous tea!

Hearing Yu Haoran's order to call spiritual tea poisonous tea, the tower spirit surged with a strong murderous aura, and immediately used the space-time energy contained in the domain tower to absorb half of the tea in the teacup out of thin air.

"Good tea!" After the tower spirit absorbed half of the poisonous tea, Yu Haoran pretended to taste and savor it, and then praised like the breeze.

After hearing the praise from Yu Haoran and Qingfeng, Zhongli Mingjing showed a slightly smug smile in his eyes, and when he was about to further explain the origin and preciousness of Qingfuchen tea, Qingfeng, who was about to taste the second mouthful of spiritual tea, suddenly changed his face and fell to the ground with the teacup in his hand.

"Brother Qingfeng, what's wrong with you?" After hearing the sound of the teacup breaking on the ground, Yu Haoran, who knew that the poisonous tea had begun to take effect, hurriedly pretended to be confused and asked with concern.

"The tea is poisonous!" Sweat dripped from his forehead like rain, and his ruddy face was instantly replaced by paleness. Qingfeng, whose breath quickly fell to that of an ordinary person, replied weakly.

"Zhongli Mingjing, you are so poisonous!" After hearing Qingfeng's reply, Yu Haoran's face changed and he immediately forced out a lot of sweat, and quickly sealed his own cultivation, then his face turned as pale as paper, and he pointed at Zhongli Mingjing weakly and said.

Fortunately, Lu Yuan and Yu Siqi, who were immersed in their practice, had no time to taste tea, and the Chiyan Beast and Tongbi Yuan were far more interested in spiritual fruits than spiritual tea, and they also had no intention of drinking tea.

So, after seeing the poisoned Yu Haoran and Qingfeng, the two beasts immediately surrounded them and then angrily looked at Zhongli Mingjing with murderous intent.

"This is impossible!"

After they had completely reconciled with each other, it was impossible for Yu Haoran and Qingfeng to provoke a war for no reason. So they should be really poisoned now, but they did not poison him at all, unless someone wanted Yu Haoran's life.

Thinking of the reason why Yu Haoran took the initiative to come to the door, and thinking of Yu Haoran and others killing more than a hundred strong men of the Zhongli family, Zhongli Mingjing immediately guessed who the poisoner was, and hurriedly shouted.

"Zhongli Qingyang, get in here."

After hearing Zhongli Mingjing's shouting, Zhongli Qingyang, with a smug smile on his face, walked into the hall with more than twenty strong men with extraordinary temperament.

When he saw Yu Haoran, who was as pale as paper and leaning weakly on the back of the chair, the smile on his face became even brighter.

"Zhongli Qingyang, why did you poison?" Zhongli Mingjing, who stood up suddenly, asked with a fierce fire in his eyes.

"Don't be angry, Mingjing, listen to Qingyang's explanation first." Facing Zhongli Mingjing's angry questioning, Zhongli Qingyang smiled and persuaded without caring.

"Zhongli Qingyang, I'm sure you know what kind of person I am. I hope your next explanation will satisfy me. Otherwise, you know the seriousness of the consequences." Zhongli Mingjing, who sat back on the dragon chair, threatened without hiding the strong murderous intent in his eyes.

"Qingyang understands!"

After responding with a fearless bow, Zhongli Qingyang looked at Yu Haoran and said with strong hatred in his eyes.

"One hundred elite clansmen at the level of Martial Lord and Martial Emperor, deacons at the level of 1st Tribulation Demigod, elders at the level of 3rd Tribulation Demigod, two ancestors at the level of Martial God, Xue Na and Zhi Yuan. Even in the destruction of the recent ancient times, my Zhongli clan did not suffer such heavy losses."

"Just because the marriage proposal was rejected, you, Yu Haoran, slaughtered so many of our clansmen so cruelly."

"If I, Zhongli Qingyang, don't pull out your tendons and peel off your skin, how can I face the heroic spirits of those clansmen who died tragically, and how can I give an explanation to the countless clansmen of the Zhongli clan."