Chapter 7448: Ontology 4
In the blink of an eye, a few hours have passed. At this time, there were a lot of people outside the Yanwang Mansion, all of them were cultivators or ordinary people who came to participate or watch, and Leng Xuan was in the crowd. When the time was almost up, the gate of the Yan Wangfu finally opened. Under the **** of dozens of cultivators, everyone entered the mansion in an orderly manner.
In King Yan's Mansion, there is a huge performance field, where today's Venerable Assembly is held. After Leng Xuan arrived at the martial arts field with everyone, his eyes swept around from time to time. I saw that there were hundreds of cultivators around the Martial Arts Arena, all of them members of the Yan Wangfu. The existence of these people is to prevent people from making trouble, and secondly, it is also to show the style of the Yan Wang. In addition, Leng Xuan also noticed that the woman he talked to today was also in the crowd.
After standing for a while at the Yanwuchang, someone finally started to enter. Leng Xuan glanced over and saw that the cultivators who appeared in his sight were all restrained, obviously all had good cultivation. If he guessed correctly, these people should be the protagonists of today's Venerable Assembly. Sure enough, after these people entered the arena, they were immediately divided into two camps, each with sixteen people.
"Tsk tsk." Leng Xuan secretly sighed that a Venerable Conference had actually attracted so many Mahayana powerhouses, and what surprised him even more was that the overall strength of this world would only surpass that of the world of foreign cultivation. Of course, it's just the overall strength. He doesn't know if there is anyone in this world who can surpass the Demon Emperor. At this moment, there are more and more people watching on the outside of the martial arts field, and it is about to break through a thousand.
At this moment, Leng Xuan suddenly found that the woman not far from him moved slowly, and under the cover of the crowd, quietly approached a row of houses near the martial arts field. Seeing this, Leng Xuan felt a little curious. Looking at the woman's appearance, it seemed that her purpose was not to watch the battle. Just as he was thinking, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd. The cause of the riot is unknown, and it seems that two groups of people fought. Soon, the riot spread along the crowd, and the scene was out of control for a while.
In the face of this sudden change, the guards of the Yanwangfu immediately rushed over to stop the riot. At this moment, although Leng Xuan was standing in the crowd, his eyes were always locked on the woman. When the guards of King Yan's Mansion rushed into the crowd, the woman suddenly dodged, and when everyone was not paying attention, she quickly got into a room.
"Sure enough, there are ghosts." Leng Xuan secretly said. Seeing that the riot had not subsided, he immediately moved, followed closely behind the woman, and entered the house. As soon as he entered the room, a touch of cold light immediately burst into the air, directly targeting his vital points. Fortunately, Leng Xuan's response was not slow, he was already prepared, and hurriedly dodged to the side to avoid the opponent's attack.
"It's me." Seeing that the other party was going to continue to shoot, Leng Xuan hurriedly spoke up. The woman frowned at him, did not put down the sword in her hand, but asked, "Who are you and why are you following me?"
Leng Xuan smiled indifferently and said, "This fellow Daoist, you have misunderstood. I don't know what you are doing here, but I have my purpose, and we have nothing to do with each other." Hearing this, the woman hesitated for a while, then Step back. However, her vigilance against Leng Xuan did not diminish. Leng Xuan smiled to himself. He knew that the other party would not dare to shoot again. If they attracted the attention of the guards outside, neither of them would end well.