I have become a deity, right? The deity regrets, but I don't

"Have you heard? Wensheng is going to hold a poetry conference in my Nandou Immortal City. My God, it is rumored that many Tianjiao will come."

"What's so strange about this? Wensheng originally came from my Nandou Immortal City. Wensheng has just entered the eighth level. It is the time to build momentum. It is the most appropriate time for him to return to his hometown."

"Speaking of Tianjiao, we have to mention Lingkongli, the son of the Tianyan Immortal Sect who disappeared recently. I dare to ask which of the contemporary heroes can stand shoulder to shoulder with him? Hey, do you think he will come to participate in the poetry conference?"

As soon as this was said, everyone in the Yanyu Tower shook their heads. Didn't they say that the distance between Tianyan Immortal Sect and Nandou Immortal City was too far.

The key point is that they think Lingkongli is not worth mentioning at all, and he is not a Confucian cultivator. Why come to join in the fun?

They didn't know that the person they were talking about was in the corner of Yanyu Tower, leisurely drinking blood-refined wine.

This wine was made by Lingkongli using the blood of fierce beasts and the natural treasures in Danghun Mountain. The effect of refining it with the blood of Tianjiao is even better, and it has a certain effect of restoring meridians.

Ling Kongli had not been idle for a day since he came to Southern Xinjiang. Now, relying on the blood demon pill and blood refining wine, he has restored 30% of his meridians, and has also laid a good foundation for the Heaven Devouring Demon Acupoint.

However, due to the lack of blood food with excellent qualifications, the progress has gradually slowed down.

Relying solely on the flesh and blood of ordinary beasts and ordinary cultivators, even if he devours more, his meridians can only be restored to 50% at most.

He had to find a hunting target, and the poetry conference held by Wensheng was a good place.

Thinking of this, Ling Kongli felt happier and drank another sip of blood refining wine.

At the same time, several pretty figures appeared on the stage of Yanyu Tower.

One of them made Ling Kongli excited.

However, Ling Kongli did not do anything. He was going to watch the performance of the little girl and reminisce about the past.

"Dear guests, the poetry conference is approaching. Today, in order to celebrate this grand event, Yanyu Tower has brought in several new dancers to help you with the fun."

"These dancers are both beautiful and talented. When they dance, it's like the spring breeze blowing on your face, and fairies descending to the earth. You will definitely be feasted for the eyes and your trip will be worthwhile."

"From today until the end of the poetry conference, Yanyu Tower will have such performances every day. I hope you will support us."

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, there was thunderous applause in Yanyu Tower.

Everyone's eyes were straight, looking at the beauty on the stage without blinking.

The beauty on the stage did not disappoint everyone.

The dancing posture was graceful, like a butterfly among flowers, light and graceful, and the dancing sleeves were like flowing clouds and clouds, gorgeous and dazzling.

The swaying figure was like a lotus in the wind, soft and graceful, and every dance and movement was like a fairy among flowers, which was fascinating.

Ling Kongli was also fascinated by his little girl, and subconsciously wanted to hug her.

But before he could make any move, a sudden sound interrupted his thoughts.

He couldn't help but get angry.

"Well, you danced well! I didn't expect that there is such a beauty in my Gu Lian Dynasty. Shopkeeper, what's the name of that little girl? This prince bought it!"

A man dressed in a luxurious brocade robe and a golden crown stood up suddenly, pointing at Ye Qianshuang, his eyes full of greed.

He had already decided that Ye Qianshuang was his own property.

But he didn't know that he touched the reverse scale of the demon god.

"You can't buy this girl."

Before the shopkeeper could speak, Ling Kongli jumped to the side of the brocade man and grabbed his neck.

Swish swish swish!

At the same time, several guards in dark purple armor appeared from the dark and surrounded Ling Kongli.

"Untouchable! Do you know who I am? I am Gu Yue Fusheng, the ninth prince of the Gu Lian Dynasty!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present became nervous and wanted to get away from this place of trouble.

They knew very well how cruel the royal family of the Gu Lian Dynasty was. If they saw such a shameful scene, Gu Yue Fusheng would probably kill them.

But everyone did not dare to move, for fear of being the first to stand out.

The eyes looking at Ling Kongli were also full of resentment.

The shopkeeper was so scared that his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed continuously.

All he said was to persuade Ling Kongli to let go.

Ling Kongli turned a deaf ear to this. Dare to covet his little girl, then the end is only death!

But Ling Kongli will not let Gu Yue Fusheng die so easily.

His interest was rekindled.

"Ninth Prince? Humph, even the king of your Gu Lian Dynasty would not dare to be so presumptuous when he sees me."

"Untouchable! You think..."

After saying that, Ling Kongli took off his disguise. Everyone opened their mouths wide when they saw this face that only appeared in calligraphy and painting.

Gu Yue Fusheng also quickly shut up, sweating profusely.

Some people who admired Ling Kongli very much even shouted his name.

"Ling... Ling Kongli! He is Ling Kongli!"

"Oh my God, I finally saw him alive! I said Ling Kongli would come to participate in the poetry conference..."

There were discussions in the Yanyu Tower, but Gu Yue Fusheng was completely disappointed.

He had heard about Ling Kongli's ferocity a long time ago.

It is said that Ling Kongli is a contemporary taboo, and you can only show kindness, not provoke him.

Otherwise, you will be greeted by darkness...

Imagine such a person with unparalleled talent, whose cultivation surpasses the contemporary genius, who has an unparalleled background, and who will definitely achieve the position of Immortal Venerable in the future.

What is he afraid of?

What can make him afraid?

Who would dare to bring upon himself such an enemy?

Gu Yue Fusheng wanted to die now. Without waiting for Ling Kongli to deal with it personally, he was destined to have no chance of becoming king just because he provoked Ling Kongli today.

He would definitely be suppressed by his brothers in the future.

But he still had a fluke in his heart and quickly flattered Ling Kongli.

"Sir, this emperor... Bah! I don't know the real man. Just treat it as a fart I just made. I will give you the spirit stone for this girl."

"Your Excellency, please don't remember my mistakes. I didn't mean to offend you. Please forgive me this time."

Ling Kongli was tired of hearing the same words. He would often strangle the other person's neck as soon as he said the first word.

But now he had another purpose, so he let Gu Yue Fusheng go first.

"A beautiful lady is a good match for a gentleman. I, Ling Kongli, am not a tyrant. Now that my cultivation has been exhausted, I am no longer the son of God of the Tianyan Immortal Sect."

"Ninth Prince, how about we compete fairly? Since this is the hometown of the literary saint, let's have a literary duel. Ninth Prince, do you agree?"

"Okay... okay, I... I have no objection."

Gu Yue Fusheng was a little surprised. He really didn't feel any Taoist aura on Ling Kongli.

Could it be that he really abandoned his cultivation as rumored?

However, he still didn't dare to underestimate the enemy. Ling Kongli's reputation was too well-known. His existence was an insurmountable mountain in the hearts of all the young people.

What's more, he had a certain confidence in his Confucianism, otherwise he would not have come to participate in the poetry conference.

He couldn't help but get excited when he thought that he might beat Ling Kongli.

Little did he know that he was just an excuse for Ling Kongli to start reciting poetry.