For Cailian, the oracle needed their real name, and she was reluctant.

While she was hesitating, the Demon King Xiaofeng said, "I dare to ask the Great Elder, Lord Dragon God, are you going to wake up?"

"My God is about to wake up."

The Great Elder's scepter suddenly pierced the ground, causing a dull sound: "However, now I have encountered some obstacles. The Dragon God of My Demon Clan fell into chaos on his way back."

Xiaofeng raised his head and felt the bloody smell flowing.

"Do you need to peel my scales?" he asked suddenly.

The eyes behind the mask suppressed as the substance: "Your armor and scales are needed. It is not that you give the scales and feathers on your body as sacrifices, but that the Dragon God needs the purest murderous intent in my demon clan's heart. This requires the ritual to be completed by war!"

Cailian immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out that armor and scales mean this.

She hadn't been here for too long, and had long forgotten the great elder's words and divine words, and almost couldn't get used to it.

"War..." Cailian recited two words and asked: "How to layout it specifically?"

The great elder said: "You two kings, first set up a scout army, invade into the hinterland of the human race, and collect intelligence for the subsequent army!"

Xiaofeng asked, "How long will it take?"

"Assemble the advance troops within three days, and you can discuss the specific matters by yourself." The Great Elder's voice was hoarse and harsh, like rust iron rubbing against the rough stone surface.

"Abide by the order!"

After Xiaofeng responded, he turned to look at "Cailian, let's go together? After all, you are quite familiar with human race..."

A murderous intent came.

Xiaofeng was so shocked that he immediately closed his mouth.

The Qingqiu Fox King glanced at Xiaofeng with a cold look, quickly suppressed his emotions, and shook his head slightly: "Our fox clan can form an independent army. You Moon-Swallowing Dragon Clan, act on your own!"

After saying it coldly and arrogantly, the Fox King of Qingqiu turned around and left.

Xiaofeng smiled bitterly: "Why do I have so many words?"

...

Demon-Slaying Pavilion, Imperial Gate.

In the colorful orchid bushes, a young man squatted hard. He pinched the mature colorful dragon breath fruit with his fingertips, and more than twenty round and full "stolen goods" were lying in the basket by his waist.

Good harvest today.

He looked at the full basket and subconsciously swallowed.

Otherwise, if you eat one secretly or eat it secretly, you should not have to pay any price.

He trembled with his hands, picking up a colorful dragon breath fruit, and was about to put it into his mouth.

"What are you doing?"

This question with a strong accent comes from a swaying colorful orchid. The serrated inner stalks are exposed as the petals open and close, like a small open bloody mouth.

The young man stopped the movement of his hand, and saw this scene, his pupils shrank and he almost fainted.

"Why are you asking for death?"

“I, I…”

"If you don't explain it clearly, you will be dead, one...two..."

"I...I just saw that the fruit is ripe..." The young man withdrew his hand tremblingly.

"Wow!" There were several colorful orchids around, and the flower plate suddenly turned 180 degrees, revealing an anthropomorphic sarcastic expression on the back. "Your inspection method is quite unique? Do you want me to call the Law Enforcement Hall to give you a 'Best Quality Inspection Award', and give you a small certificate and a small red flower?"

"Ah? Me! This..."

The young man was sweating profusely and didn't know how to make a judgment.

Is this flower too damaging?

The call of a female companion came from a distance.

The young man's forehead was sweating coldly, and suddenly he found that each berry bush had eyes as big as sesame.

All are surveillance magic arrays!

There is no room for quibbling!

"I bought it! Isn't it okay to buy it all?" His hands trembled as if he was paying for it.

"How good is this attitude!" Qicai Lan instantly regained her dignity. After getting the money, she clicked carefully. After confirming that it was correct, she even compared her heart to the point, "Welcome next time!"

...

Bodhi Peak, there is a commercial area here, which is very famous in Zhan Yao Pavilion.

Because of Yang Yi's influence, the Cao Bud Song Jichao moved a lot of Zhenbao City's business here, which is considered to be a kindness and gratitude to Yang Yi.

When the sun rose, the twelve cloud boats of the twelve trough gangs were hovering above Bodhi Peak, and the shadows casted enveloped the entire mountain in a festive atmosphere.

The once simple place has now expanded into a bustling street market with eight vertical and eight horizontal lines, with glazed tiles flowing in the morning light.

"The good time is coming--"

With the host shouting, Song Jichao's burly figure was particularly eye-catching on the main stage covered with the red carpet with golden silk.

Song Jichao, the leader of the Grotto Gang, specially changed into a black brocade robe embroidered with wave patterns today. The eastern beads inlaid with jade belts on their waists were as big as dove eggs.

"Sir Zhao, please." Song Ji said in a loud voice like a bell, and handed a gilded scissors to Zhao Tianfeng beside him.

Zhao Tianfeng, the first person in the Demon-Slaying Pavilion, is rarely worn in a new Taoist robe today, but the delicate dust-proof runes on the neckline inadvertently reveal his usual frugal style.

Even if the existence of the Demon-Slaying Pavilion has lofty intentions.

This kind of good thing about attracting investment is also worth dealing with by him personally, and this has countless benefits for the entire Demon-Slaying Pavilion.

In the audience, the authors of Tianji Pavilion were ready to go, leaving a picture of the jade slip, just waiting to capture the slightest expression of the senior executives of the Demon-Slaying Pavilion, looking forward to the moment when he made a fool of himself.

Zhao Tianfeng's mouth kept the corners of his mouth rising perfectly at fifteen degrees. He practiced at this angle all night in front of the bronze mirror.

"Young Xiaoyou." Song Jichao's tone became obviously intimate when he turned to the right.

He personally tidied up Yang Yi's collar, which caused a stir in the crowd.

The moment Yang Yi stood still with scissors in his hand, thirty-six vermilion lanterns suddenly rose from all over Bodhi Peak at the same time.

The cloud pattern of the word "Yang" appears on each lantern.

This is a magic weapon that Wang Hongtao worked overnight, and at this moment it reflected the entire ribbon-cutting ceremony like a fairyland.

The stands in front.

Wang Hongtao stood in the first row, forgot to bite the spiritual fruit in his hand.

He didn't expect that Yang Yi could actually help win over such a rich force in Caobang.

Now looking at Yang Yi who was chatting and laughing on the main stage, he secretly engraved the word "magic" on the jade slip, intending to bring it back to carefully frame it.

In the corner, several Penglai disciples said sourly: "I am rich and powerful, and have a bright future. Why don't the trolls turn a blind eye to us? I won't come to Penglai!"

"Shh!" my companion hurriedly stopped him, "Don't offend the Cabobang, otherwise we will lose some discounts, I'll strip your pants!"

Their conversation was drowned by the sudden sound of salutes. Nine hundred and ninety-nine mechanical cranes soared into the sky, bringing dazzling dances in the sky, and the red silk cuts were broken in response to the sound.

...

After Yang Yi finished cutting the ribbon, he broke away from the lively crowds and complimentary voices.

As soon as he stepped into the second floor of the Guanli Pavilion, Yang Yi saw Nangong Mingyue playing with a whale-shaped glass lamp.

The sun shone mottled light and shadow on her moon-white skirt through the window frame. When she heard the sound of footsteps approaching, her fingertips trembled slightly, and the flames of the lamp jumped three inches higher.

The face is reflected in a beautiful way.

"Senior Sister Jiang." Yang Yi smiled so harmlessly, "Is this lamp given to you by Miss Song?"

"The only thing that Master Yang sees about business now?"

Nangong Mingyue slowly lowered the lamp, and the glass refracted colorful spots of light and jumped at her collarbone. "You don't even know when I and Hongqing will meet?"

"Ah..." Yang Yi was embarrassed for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

It was really a while ago that I had been enlightening the colorful dragon breath fruit, and I spent a lot of time and energy.

There is too little attention to the outside world.

His out today is beyond the plan.

Song Hongqing turned out from behind the screen at the right time, and the coral hairpin on her new hairpin was dazzlingly red: "Some people are now upstarts in the Tianyuan Continent, so they are naturally very busy!"

While talking, the two girls were close together.

Yang Yi was shocked.

What did he missed in just a few days?

Why are these two so familiar?
To be continued...