Chapter 541: Tensions Rise

"Really?"

The strange sound echoed in the empty hall, causing the four people in the hall to stand up suddenly.

"Who is he? Pretending to be a ghost!" Saint Buyu shouted, and a surging momentum came, covering the entire hall.

At the same time, countless raindrops actually fell in the top hall, drizzling and drenching the entire ground in an instant.

In this hall, the Saint of Rainmaker had his mind fully activated, and he quickly discovered that there was an area with no trace of rainwater falling to the ground.

Where!

He pointed lightly, and a ferocious water dragon surged out from his fingertips and pounced in that direction.

However, a shining golden bell suddenly appeared in that area. The golden bell opened its mouth and faced the water dragon.

The golden bell seemed to have no bottom, and the water dragon, which was dozens of feet long, rushed in, leaving nothing behind.

"Boom, boom... clatter."

First there were two dull muffled sounds, followed by the sound of rippling water.

Saint Buyu's expression changed. The opponent's strength had also reached the realm of Martial Saint. Otherwise, it would be impossible to resolve his water dragon attack so easily.

I saw an arm suddenly stretched out from the golden bell, grabbed the golden bell and knocked it down.

The splash of water poured out from the clock and fell on the ground. The ticking sound was very shocking.

That was the attack of a strong Martial Saint. Was it melting so staggeringly?

"Why does Penglai Xiandao interfere in secular affairs?"

The huge golden bell turned into golden light and disappeared, revealing the figures of Mo Fan and Mo Qingkuang who were controlling him.

"Are you Mo Fan?" Rainmaker Sage's pupils shrank and he stared at Mo Fan with white hair and white robes, overturning his previous estimation of Mo Fan.

This person is by no means a deceitful person, but he is truly powerful.

In just this small round of fighting, he could be sure that this person's defeat of Saint Yunluo was not just an empty talk, but that he actually had the strength to do so.

"To be rude, your island owner of Penglai Immortal Island, Saint Hanhai, will also address me as Monkey King. Your Excellency is too uneducated." Mo Fan said coldly, staring at Saint Buyu, It brought a lot of pressure to him.

The rain-distributing saint was furious when he heard this.

As Mo Fan got closer, he felt that Mo Fan's strength was only that of a seventh-grade Martial Emperor, and he had not yet truly reached the holy realm.

Although his combat prowess was extraordinary, he was confident that the gap of a large rank would not be easily smoothed out.

"Your Excellency is only a seventh-grade Martial Emperor, and you dare to call yourself the Great Sage? My island master is just giving face to the Great Sage Pingtian." Sage Bu Yu said coldly.

He was already thinking about how to subdue Mo Fan with his hands soon.

"Haha. As long as you are happy." Mo Fan smiled noncommittally, and then his tone suddenly became serious: "Penglai Immortal Island has always been neutral. Even if there is mediation, there is a special holy place to walk."

"I didn't know that Saint Buyu was so cultivated, but he was willing to fall down and walk in the holy land. It really opened my eyes."

"Why do I need to be assigned by others when I am walking in a holy place? If you have self-awareness, you would just retreat. From now on, you will recognize the Lanyan orthodoxy of the Ning family and restrain the people of Tianxuan from infringing upon it."

"When you meet me from now on, I should also address you as the Monkey King, to give you face. Otherwise, don't blame me for ruining your reputation today!" The Rainmaker Sage was full of arrogance and looked down upon.

It was as if Mo Fan was someone he could easily crush with just a hand.

Hearing his arrogant words, Mo Fan was not angry. He just smiled and said: "It turns out that it was not the Saint of the Vast Sea who gave me the order, but it was your own doing. That will be easy to handle."

Then he turned his eyes to Ning Yu, who was standing in front of the dragon chair wearing a dragon robe, and said calmly: "Mr. Ning, I gave you a chance, but now it seems that you don't cherish it."

"Who do you think you are? How dare you speak nonsense in front of the Rainmaker Sage?" Ning Yu's voice was loud and clear, as if to embolden himself.

Mo Fan has seen him, but he has not seen Mo Fan.

Ning Shen beside him had an ominous premonition in his heart. Just seeing the resurrected Mo Qingkuang next to Mo Fan made him pessimistic about Mo Fan's arrival.

Mo Qingkuang, who he had watched die with his own eyes, was actually resurrected by Mo Fan. He firmly believed that the Rainmaker Sage did not have such a method.

But now my father has reached a dark road, and there is nothing he can do.

Mo Fan smiled contemptuously: "I think your confidence lies in this Rainmaker Saint."

"So what if I'm the one?" the Rainmaker Sage continued in a bad tone.

"Haha, no problem." Mo Fan shook his head. "You and I, old guy, will talk about it later. Let the juniors solve the problem first."

"I heard that your Ning family is going to marry Ning Xian to Holy Son Lan Xiao as a concubine. It's such a happy event. It just so happens that my useless junior Mo Qingkuang is a good friend of your Miss Ning."

"I was just thinking of sending you a congratulatory gift. I wonder if the new Emperor Lanyan can invite your little princess to come out and meet her friends?"

Mo Fan's words pierced Ning Yu's heart like a needle.

It is known to everyone that Ning Xian does not want to marry Lan Xiao, and now he has already imprisoned him in the palace, waiting for the auspicious day to marry Lan Xiao's son.

Now let Ning Xian come out to see Mo Qingkuang, maybe some jokes will come out, and it won't be easy to laugh at that time.

Lan Xiao couldn't help it when he heard this. Mo Fan's words were clearly aimed at him.

Sneered coldly: "Princess Ning Xian is so noble, how could she be friends with such a lowly person like Mo Qingkuang? Besides, Princess Ning Xian is about to become the wife of this Saint, what qualifications does Mo Qingkuang have to see her?"

"What qualifications do I have to see her? I would like to ask, what qualifications do you have to marry her?" Mo Qingkuang was also furious when he heard it.

Originally, he came to help Ning Xian out of trouble and repay the favor of the Holy Fire Palace.

But he didn't expect to be insulted by the so-called Saint Lan Xiao.

Mo Qingkuang deeply remembered the arrogant look of Saint Lan Xiao when he came to the Tianxuan Empire.

Now he is no longer the young man who still needs to look up to Lan Xiao at that time, and he doesn't need to pretend to be a poor clown in front of Lan Xiao.

Now his strength as a third-grade martial master is not the bottom in any holy land, so why should he be afraid of Lan Xiao?

"Who do you think you are? When will it be your turn to speak? You must have forgotten how you wagged your tail and begged for mercy in front of this Saint Son like a country dog."

"Be sensible, go back to Tianxuan and be a frog in the well. On the day of this Saint Son's wedding, I will send you a glass of wedding wine for your honesty!"

Lan Xiao's face was gloomy. He didn't expect that Mo Qingkuang, who was like a country bumpkin, would dare to insult him. If he hadn't been in front of his elders, he would have taken action to deal with this ignorant guy.

Although Mo Qingkuang's cultivation level unexpectedly caught up with his own and reached the third-grade martial master, in his opinion, he was also vulnerable.

How could the pride of the Saint Son be compared with that of ordinary people?