Chapter 162: Holy Son, Invitation

Three days later.

The Tianxuan official team led by Fu Qing went out of the city ten miles to welcome the arrival of the Holy Land Walker.

"Brother Mo, do your methods work?" Han Shu followed Hua Ge and said to Mo Qing Kuang.

In the end, Mo Qing Kuang took it all alone.

After getting the approval of the empress, the three old guys Zheng Tao irresponsibly handed over the reception of the Holy Envoy to Mo Qing Kuang.

They called it: You know the ideas you put forward best.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

These days, they can only swallow their anger and arrange the reception of the Holy Envoy.

In order to cultivate Han Shu, Hua Ge also found a job for Han Shu as a follower, and arranged the plan with Mo Qing Kuang.

Of course, it is more appropriate for a person of high position and power like Fu Qing to take on the role of receiving the envoy.

Listening to Han Shu's words, Mo Qing Kuang rolled his eyes. If I hadn't been unable to beat those three old guys, I wouldn't do such a thing!

As for whether those arrangements are useful or not, I don't know anyway, they are all arranged by the ancestors.

However, Mo Qingkuang was full of anger and distrust of Hanshu, and he didn't look happy: "If you think it's useless, you can do it yourself."

Hanshu smiled awkwardly and said no more.

"Stop talking, I'm coming." Fu Qing, who was at the head of the crowd, had a serious look on his face that he didn't have in the past, and looked forward.

Mo Qingkuang looked forward, and a black dot appeared on the horizon, getting clearer and clearer from far to near.

It was a carriage pulled by four pure-colored horses of different colors, coming from the horizon on the clouds.

When the carriage landed and came in front of everyone, it brought a new shock.

The four horses were more than ten feet tall and had a single horn on their heads.

The four hooves landed on the ground, giving people an indescribable calmness.

Mo Qingkuang truly felt that these four horses were actually at least the level of martial arts honor monsters.

Hanshu whispered to him that this was a unicorn from the demon country, and it was said that there was a trace of blood from the ancient unicorn.

Mo Qingkuang was amazed when he heard this. This holy land was really generous. It actually used a martial arts master to pull the carriage!

I don’t know what kind of person this holy land walker is. Is he easy to fool?

The unicorn stood there arrogantly, staring at everyone indifferently, as if it were four sculptures.

On the other hand, the carriage was engraved with countless mysterious runes on the body, and precious gems were used to connect to form the center of the formation.

Mo Qingkuang estimated that even the martial king would find it difficult to break this carriage.

At this moment, the door opened and an old man in linen and linen clothes walked down.

The old man was of medium build, with white hair and a childlike face. He was as imposing as the abyss and had a domineering aura that suppressed everything.

Fu Qing saw the old man and his pupils shrank. This was a martial emperor.

"Welcome to the Holy Envoy!" Fu Qing took the lead and bowed to the old man.

The old man did not respond, but just stood by the door of the carriage.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, another person walked down from the door. He was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old.

The young man had red lips and white teeth, a handsome face, and was dressed in a blue silk shirt. He held a folding fan made of unknown material in his hand, smiling, but his eyes revealed a hint of pride.

At this moment, the old man finally spoke: "This is Lan Xiao, the Holy Son of Penglai Fairy Island. This time, it is Lan Xiao who will represent the Holy Land to deal with the conflict between Tianxuan and Lanyan."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. It turned out that someone from Penglai Fairy Island came forward!

There are seven holy places in Tianhan Continent, including three for the demon race, three for the human race, and another Penglai Fairy Island overseas.

Unlike the holy places on the inland where races are clearly defined, Penglai Fairy Island is all-encompassing, with human races, demon races, and sea races.

On Penglai Fairy Island, all things are equal, and racial grievances must not be involved. Therefore, Penglai Fairy Island remains neutral among the seven holy places.

The three holy places of the human race, Yaoshen Mountain, Jietian Peak, and Fengshen Realm, are each involved, and Yaoshen Mountain is even within the territory of the Lanyan Empire.

In order to avoid partiality, this time people from Penglai Fairy Island were invited to solve the matter.

Fu Qing's eyes fell on Lan Xiao, who was not very old and looked less than 20 years old.

But his own cultivation had reached the level of a first-grade grandmaster!

With a martial emperor as his attendant, four unicorns of the martial master level pulling the carriage, and his own talent and strength, this Lan Xiao was worthy of the name of the Holy Son.

"Meet the Holy Son Lan Xiao!" Everyone saluted again.

Lan Xiao was not old and his cultivation was not high, so everyone saluted to give face to the Holy Land.

Lan Xiao shook his folding fan with a "snap", and a unique breath of the ocean came to his face: "No need to be polite, junior Lan Xiao, meet all the seniors."

Fu Qing smiled and said respectfully: "I am Fu Qing, the principal of Tianxuan Imperial College, and I am receiving the official history this time. This is Mo Qingkuang, the reception deputy envoy. Welcome the Holy Son to visit my Tianxuan."

While introducing, he motioned everyone to make way and lead the Holy Son into the city.

After hearing his words, Lan Xiao and the old man's eyes fell on Mo Qingkuang who was standing next to Fu Qing.

Lan Xiao was fine, but the old man Wuhuang's eyes lit up and he looked at Mo Qingkuang carefully from head to toe.

Mo Qingkuang felt that the old man's eyes were like lightning, as if he wanted to pierce through his body.

"Wind Spirit Body, not innate. It's a good seedling, but it's a pity that he is in Tianxuan. Boy, are you interested in going to Penglai Fairy Island with me?" The old man grinned, revealing a row of neat teeth.

Everyone was shocked. Why did this old man suddenly start to poach people? Mo Qingkuang is the hope of the empire's rise, and he can't be poached.

But everyone knows that Mo Qingkuang has always been self-centered. He relies on Tianxuan to seek a backer for self-protection. Now that the most prominent backer in the world has extended an olive branch, what will Mo Qingkuang choose?

But they dare not say much. The authority of the Holy Land is still very heavy. If the Holy Land wants someone, they dare not refuse, unless the strength reaches the level recognized by the Holy Land.

Obviously, there is no such thing on the scene, unless the empress speaks in person.

But Mo Qingkuang was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Senior, I am grateful for your kindness, but Tianxuan has been very kind to me, and I will never abandon my motherland at a critical moment."

Mo Qingkuang's words made everyone in Tianxuan feel relieved. Young Master Lian is indeed a good boy who values ​​friendship.

In fact, how could they know that Mo Fan told him that even if he entered the Holy Land, he would be a person who followed Lan Xiao's ass and waved flags and shouted, so it would be better not to go.

The old man frowned slightly and said lightly: "You are the first person to refuse the invitation of the Holy Land. In this case, let it go."

For the secular world, spirits are rare, but for the Holy Land, spirits are not geniuses that cannot be abandoned.

There are many people like Mo Qingkuang in the Holy Land, and even Penglai Fairy Island has several innate spirits, but Lan Xiao is the first to stand out.

With the eyesight of the old man Wuhuang, he can see that Mo Qingkuang has not been a wind spirit for a long time, but his cultivation has reached the first-grade master, and there is still potential to be tapped.

That's why he invited him to join Penglai Fairy Island.

But since Mo Qingkuang refused, there is no need to say anything more.

The Holy Land is not short of geniuses.

"Lord Liu, let's go." Lan Xiao looked at Mo Qingkuang meaningfully and invited the old man to enter the city.