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Chapter 2305 Golden Retriever Poet King, Xie Xun!

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    "Prince Qian, I haven't seen you for many years, so don't come here without any problems."

    The sedan chair stopped in front of the gate of a house, Zeng Lun came out to greet him, and glanced at the two master sedan chair bearers: "The gold and silver elders are here too."

    "Master Jinglun."

    The two martial artists carrying sedan chairs saluted each other in unison.

    Prince Qian in the sedan chair has not yet made a sound.

    Suddenly, the cold and dark street twisted into a bamboo forest with warm sun and gentle breeze, and the air was fresh.

    "Jie Jie, Master Jinglun, I haven't seen you for so many years, why do you suddenly think of us old friends?"

    "It seems to be in trouble."

    A thin and harsh voice wafted over the bamboo forest.

    "What a real illusion!"

    "Illusionist Luo Sha, ranked 31st on the Most Wanted List in Immortal Dao, is he here too?"

    The complexion of the gold and silver elders who carried the sedan chair changed in shock.

    For a while, with their shackles, they couldn't tell whether they were in the street at night or in the bamboo forest on a sunny day.

    "Luosha, it's been a long time since you saw me. Your magical powers in "Another Illusionary World" are getting better and better."

    "Put it away, everyone is our own, there is no need for internal friction."

    Lord Qian's voice came from inside the sedan chair.

    "What? The Prince of Aolai Kingdom, Lord Qian, the existence of the Nine-Layer Divine Fire Realm of Human Immortals, still can't break through the old man's tricks?"

    The shrill and harsh voice said with a bit of complacency.

    "Okay, Master Rosha, take away your supernatural powers. I'm here to discuss cooperation with you, not to fight."

    Zeng Lun spoke, his words were full of respect.

    "Jie Jie Jie"

    "Old man, I'm refining a magic weapon recently, and I haven't done it with anyone for a long time. If you want to talk about things, let's break the old man's method first!"

    Luo Sha, the illusionist, laughed evilly.

    Suddenly, a thick voice of chanting poetry began to tear apart the illusion of the bamboo forest.

    "The heart is always guarded, and the light is silently reflected, and there is something in nothing."

    "The golden lion roars, the demons evade and scatter, succeed in an instant, and live as long as the sky."

    "break!"

    Kacha¡ª¡ª

    The illusion of the bamboo forest is like a broken mirror.

    A man with blond hair and loose shoulders appeared in the middle of the street.

    He is wearing a Confucian robe with a golden lion embroidered on his chest, with his left hand on his back and his right holding a standard folding fan for scholars.

    He was obviously tall and majestic, like a martial artist, but he practiced literati skills.

    "Golden Retriever Poet King, Xie Xun!"

    A slightly surprised voice came from an old man with a human head and a cane in a strange dress: "I didn't expect you to come too!"

    "The Golden Retriever Poet King?"

    In the sedan chair, Lord Qian exclaimed: "The 28th most wanted list in Immortal Dao, a former genius inner disciple of Qiankun Academy!"

    "Long time no see, senior brother Xie's golden lion talent is getting stronger and stronger, but it seems that he still hasn't been able to break through to the true immortal"

    Zeng Lun bowed his hands and saluted, and said with a smile.

    "Boy, you know that I was expelled from the teacher's school, unable to obtain a literary position, and impossible to break through to the real immortal for the rest of my life, yet you still come to make fun of me! You can't find death!"

    Xie Xun took a step forward, his blond hair danced without wind, and a pale golden talent emerged, roaring like a lion.

    Zeng Lun suddenly felt suffocated.

    He felt that the talent he cultivated was as fragile as paper in front of this golden-haired poet king.

    "Brother Xie misunderstood!"

    "When you were expelled from the division, I strongly opposed it!"

    Xie Xun waved his sleeves, and said impatiently: "Okay, I don't want to bring up the old things again, so tell me, what do you want me to do?"

    Zeng Lun smiled and cupped his hands: "Lord Qian, Master Luosha, Senior Brother Xie, why should we talk on the street, let's go inside and talk about it."

    After a few sticks of incense.

    Xie Xun's screams sounded in the courtyard.

    "What? The second-class poetic soul will drink!"

    "I If I get a second-class poetic soul and refine it, I can easily survive four or nine days of calamity and break through to a true immortal without a degree!"

    Xie Xun, the king of golden-haired poetry, was so excited that his hair and beard trembled wildly, and he still had the demeanor of a master of virtual immortals.

    "To tell you the truth, senior brother, my avatar was killed by Luo Yun, a little bastard, and within a hundred years I also lost the hope of breaking through to the true immortal. I have to rely on the second-class poetic soul to hope to step into the true immortal."

    Zeng LunWith a serious face: "At that time, we can share the spirit of drinking and poetry!"

    "Okay, okay! Master, there is no problem!"

    Xie Xun fully agreed: "Second-class poetic soul, how wonderful, it is more than enough to send the two of us to the real immortal!"

    "What about us?"

    A middle-aged man in a Chinese robe spoke.

    He wears two huge precious jade finger rings on his hands, green and crystal clear, rich and noble all over his body, it is Prince Qian.

    "Master Jinglun, there is no benefit, we will not make a move in vain and provoke the ten sects of immortality"

    The illusionist Rosha sneered.

    "Don't worry, Luo Yun, this little bastard must have other treasures besides the soul of poetry. The fairy robe on him alone is worth a lot, and the worst is a top-grade fairy weapon."

    "When the time comes, senior brother Xie and I will only take the soul of poetry, and share the rest of the treasures with you, how about it?"

    Zeng Lun planned well.

    "I want the five-element spiritual root on him!"

    The illusionist Rosha said first:

    "I have an evil method, which can dig out his five-element spiritual root and refine a powerful five-element puppet. Once the sacrifice is successful, even a master of the virtual immortal level can't do anything to me!"

    However, Lord Qian shook his head: "It's too simple for you to think, how could Taiyi sect not send experts to protect such a peerless genius?"

    "Besides, you two have grievances. Once he dies, the Taiyi Gate will definitely suspect you."

    Zeng Lun said with a smile: "Please rest assured, Lord Qian, I have already made arrangements."

    "At this moment in Shenying City, there is only one Qianguang Shangxian who can protect that little bastard. I have already contacted a Xuanxian to hold him back."

    Lord Qian's eyes lit up: "Really?"

    Zeng Lun smiled: "The lord thinks that I will make fun of my own life? To be honest, the Xuanxian I invited also had a grudge against Luo Yun, plotting a treasure on him."

    Xie Xun was full of joy: "It's so good, haha!"

    Zeng Lun: "It's not too late, everyone, let's take the teleportation array to go there."

    Illusionist Rosha: "Okay, let's go!"

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