Chapter 1287: Mingwen Master Guild

"Senior Su is not easy to provoke, this time Senior Yang is going to suffer."

"Jiang is still hot! Worthy of being the Palace Master of the Immortal Mansion! Admire!"

"Hush! Keep your voice down, don't you want to live?"

The younger generation of inscription masters in the restaurant talked in a low voice and praised Su Xuan again and again.

Yang Song Qingqiang endured the anger in his heart, and then smiled: "The old man will definitely discipline him after he goes back, but he is Su Lao's disciple. With this defiant arrogant posture, if I change to someone else, I'm afraid my life will not be guaranteed!"

"If your life is unsafe, you will only be a disciple of your Tianwenzong. If you want others to respect you, you must first respect others and say that others are arrogant. First look at your own attitude. Not everyone is afraid of your Tianwenzong." Su Xuan also Without opening, Feng Wuchen will not be tepid.

Feng Wuchen's words almost made Yang Songqing's internal organs explode, raging.

"Smelly boy! What are you talking about!" A disciple behind Yang Songqing suddenly yelled at Feng Wuchen, with murderous eyes surging.

"Presumptuous!" Perceiving that disciple's murderous aura, an extremely terrifying aura erupted, and the disciple spit out a mouthful of blood.

Su Xuan suddenly yelled: "No big or small! Doesn't being an old man exist? Or do you think the state of innate quality is great? Yang Songqing, is this the disciple you taught? How do you say the old man is also an immortal inscription master? You disciple don't know how to respect the elders, do you want the old man to teach himself?"

Su Xuan's terrifying aura made the disciple so frightened that he did not dare to let go.

The many inscription masters in the restaurant were full of horror, and no one dared to speak. The atmosphere in the restaurant was very heavy.

Su Xuan was angry, absolutely terrifying.

For the first time, the disciple of the Tianwenzong reprimanded Feng Wuchen in front of Su Xuan. He had already given up face to Su Xuan, and Su Xuan didn't care about it.

For the second time, he dared to scold Feng Wuchen in front of him, obviously when he did not exist as the Palace Master of the Celestial Palace!

Yang Songqing's face was gloomy and his heart was so angry, but he didn't speak.

"Go!" Yang Songqing glared at Feng Wuchen, shouted in a low voice, and then turned and left, and the three disciples followed him dingyly.

Before Yang Songqing and a few people could walk out of the restaurant, Feng Wuchen sneered and said: "The disciples of the Tianwenzong are really not distinguished between respect and inferiority, and they don't even have an apology. Tianwen is very religious."

"You!" Yang Song Qingfei was almost out of breath, but was speechless.

"This is a stinky kid!" The disciple said with a sullen face and a vicious heart, with his fists clenched, wishing to slap the wind and dust.

"What? You can't even apologize?" Feng Wuchen's cold voice sounded again.

"Hurry up and apologize to Palace Master Su?" Yang Songqing's face twitched violently, and the veins soared, and immediately whispered angrily to the disciple.

"Sect Master, I..." The disciple was extremely reluctant, his expression extremely ugly.

"What am I? Apologize!" Yang Songqing scolded angrily.

"Senior Su, I'm sorry." The disciple bowed quickly and apologized.

"Humph!" Su Xuansen snorted coldly and ignored it.

The disciple's face was violently pumped, and he didn't dare to attack, so he could only hold back his mind.

"Su Xuan, let's wait and see!" Yang Songqing glanced at Su Xuan fiercely, said viciously, and then left with anger.

Su Xuan glanced at Yang Songqing with disdain.

Feng Wuchen possesses the soul power of the realm of gods, and Su Xuan is not afraid of Yang Songqing at all.

"It's no wonder that the inscription master of the innate rank realm is so arrogant." After Yang Songqing and the others left, Feng Wuchen spoke. The arrogant and arrogant genius, Feng Wuchen did not know how many he had seen.

"The Tianwenzong is really not simple. There are many genius inscription masters in the sect. The three people just now are the top genius disciples of the Tianwenzong." Zhenxuan channel.

Su Xuan frowned and said, "Tianwenzong has always been arrogant and self-esteem. Yang Songqing is like this, and the disciples he taught are naturally the same."

"Master Feng, can you be sure to defeat the genius disciple of the Tianwenzong inscription pattern master?" Second Elder Nie Guhong looked towards Feng Wuchen and asked.

"Second elder rest assured, I will lose to anyone, so I won't lose to him." Feng Wuchen smiled lightly.

Hearing Feng Wuchen's words, Su Xuan and others felt relieved.

If Feng Wuchen is not sure, once he loses to the Tianwenzong disciple, wouldn't it be a joke for them? Cynicism?

After eating and drinking, Su Xuan took Feng Wuchen to the Mingwen Master Guild.

There are many inscription masters guild, and there are many powerful inscription masters, and more importantly, the guild of inscription masters, as well as the power of the emperor.

There are already many genius inscription masters in the Refining Masters Guild, all from various regions.

"Palace Su, the Immortal Mansion of the Heavenly Master, is here!" At the gate of the Mingwen Master Guild, a guard said loudly.

"Senior Su is here!"

"Su Xuan!"

"Old Su? Hurry up!"

Hearing Su Xuan's name, the expressions of the many inscription masters present changed drastically, and a large number of people hurriedly walked to the door.

"Senior Su!" Seeing Su Xuan and others walk in, inscription masters from all regions stepped forward and greeted respectfully.

Even the elders of the Mingwen Master Guild came to entertain him personally. This shows how terrifying Su Xuan's position in the heavens is.

Su Xuan has extremely high attainments in the realm of Inscription Masters, enough to be on par with the president of the Inscription Master Guild.

So, Su Xuan is also an inscription master in the realm of Celestial Immortals, and his realm is far above the powerful inscription master in the inscription master guild.

With such a precious and transcendent status, inscription masters from all regions naturally wanted to give Su Xuan face.

"Elder Su, you can count it, the president can't wait in the main hall." The three elders of the Mingwen Master Guild welcomed Su Xuan in excitement.

The elder-level reception of Su Xuan shows how high Su Xuan's status is.

"The third elders are polite." Su Xuan smiled politely, without the slightest pretentiousness of Palace Master.

"Old Su, please." The third elder politely made a gesture of request.

"Senior Su, I walk around the guild to see where the fight is, I won't go in." Feng Wuchen said quickly.

Su Xuan nodded, and then entered the hall with the three elders.

This is the Mingwen Master Guild, and Su Xuan doesn't need to worry about the safety of Feng Wuchen.

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In the main hall of the Immortal Temple, a guard entered the main hall and said respectfully: "Enlighten the Immortal Emperor, Fengying has arrived at the Mingwen Master Guild."

Hearing this, the corner of the Immortal Emperor's mouth turned into a dangerous arc, and he sneered: "Very well, the order is passed on, the five major forces of the Immortal God Realm, once the inscription master battle begins, immediately block the inscription master guild, and no fly is allowed to escape!"

"Yes! Immortal Emperor." The guard respectfully took his orders.

"Huh! Feng Ying, you don't want to leave alive this time, this emperor has the final say!" The Emperor Immortal sneered to himself, his eyes flashing fierce.