Chapter 11: Encounter by Chance, Unkind Visitor

At the exit of the main hall, there is a map of the entire underground palace engraved. This underground palace has a central main hall surrounded by ten flower halls like this.

The road is not complicated, it can even be said to be simple. As long as you follow the route map, you can go to any hall, including the main hall! There are no restrictions or obstacles on the way.

While playing the role of a nymphomaniac, Mo Qingkuang walked around the flower halls picking flowers, not caring at all that there was already a fierce fight for elixirs, secret treasures, spiritual herbs, etc. in the halls.

Under Mo Fan's "kindness" reminder, he also destroyed a kind of flower sea, leaving not a single branch left. Because his ancestor told him that that boy Lin Yang was also picking flowers.

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In the sixth hall, Mo Qingkuang met Lin Yang and Chu Yanran.

Chu Yanran wore a garland of flowers of various colors on her head, jumping lively in the sea of ​​flowers, like a happy elf.

Seeing a large bouquet of flowers in Mo Qingkuang's hand, he asked curiously: "My friend, if you don't go to find the inheritance of Nianhua King, why are you picking so many flowers?"

Lin Yang also cast curious eyes over.

Mo Qingkuang's eyes flashed fiercely, and he exerted force with his knuckles, bending the flower branches in his hands until they were bent out of shape.

"Don't be impulsive, Lin Yang has a backup plan, you can't deal with it now." Mo Fan reminded in a low voice.

Mo Qingkuang took a deep breath, and the fragrance of flowers in the palace quietly calmed the rage in his heart.

He said in a different feminine voice than usual: "I like flowers. I heard that the Flower King regards flowers as his life, so I came here to watch them."

"You...are you here to enjoy the flowers? Not to hunt for treasures?" Lin Yang swallowed. Is there such a weird thing?

"Aren't you picking flowers too? I didn't see you getting into a fight."

When Chu Yanran heard that this was a person who loved flowers, she unconsciously felt more favorable in her heart: "Ah, we are also people who love flowers, so we don't want to fight life and death. You think so, brother Lin Yang."

Hearing this, Lin Yang smiled awkwardly and nodded.

Watching the two people's relationship gradually warming up with cold eyes, if it weren't for Lin Yang's unknown strength, Mo Qingkuang would have wanted to beat the couple to death on the spot.

It was not easy to expose him at this moment, so he deliberately said with joy: "Really? That's really a fellow-minded person."

"Lin Yang, this person is weird." An old voice rose in Lin Yang's heart.

"What? What's weird?" Lin Yang asked quietly.

"This man is about the same age as you, and his strength has reached the level of a martial artist. It can be seen that his talent is extraordinary. He is definitely not a crazy person who is tired of martial arts like he said!"

"Furthermore, people who love flowers generally have good looks and excellent temperament. This person's face under the bamboo hat is dark and rough, and he is dressed in black cloth. He does not look like a noble man at all! What's more, with his head hidden and his words far-fetched, there must be something wrong!" Medicine Saint! Said calmly.

He is an old fox who has lived for who knows how many years. How can Lin Yang hide things from him that little kids like Lin Yang can't see?

He was once the top alchemist in Tianhan Continent, and his soul power was far beyond ordinary people. If it weren't for the powerful effect of god-level makeup, he would have been able to recognize the truth at the first sight.

"He seems to know something. My guess is correct. The inheritance test of Nianhua King must have something to do with flowers. Go ahead and find some words. Pay attention, he just had murderous intentions towards you for a moment."

Medicine Sage continued to say that Lin Yang was able to accompany Chu Yanran to pick flowers, not because he was obsessed with sex, but because he reminded Lin Yang to look for clues in the flowers.

Chu Yanran was, to a large extent, just a cover for him to hide his lies.

"Friend, I don't know your surname? We are both flower lovers and we hit it off right away. Why don't we put down our cloaks and let's be friends?" Lin Yang pondered for a while, and then Duo Mo said frivolously.

Discovered? Still doubt me? Mo Qingkuang couldn't help but panic.

"It should be that the old guy in his ring noticed something strange. Don't panic, it's not necessary to meet someone by chance." Mo Fan immediately realized that it was the Medicine Saint and reminded him.

"We meet by chance, it doesn't have to be like this. The flowers in this palace haven't been picked yet, so you two can do whatever you want." Mo Qingkuang tried his best to keep his voice from fluctuating. His eyes unconsciously glanced at the gray ring on the middle finger of Lin Yang's left hand.

"Your Excellency is being hypocritical. Safety comes first when you go out. Your Excellency is hiding your head and tail. Could it be that there are your enemies in this mausoleum?" Lin Yang refused and approached further.

More than just an enemy, the hatred for killing one's body, the hatred for taking away one's wife, and the hatred for destroying one's family! That’s you!

"Your Excellency, you are overthinking it." Mo Qingkuang shook his head and went to pick flowers.

Chu Yanran was speechless when she saw that the two of them were suddenly in a tit-for-tat situation, so she had no choice but to smooth things over: "Okay, we are all flower lovers, let's enjoy them separately."

Lin Yang wanted to ask again, but was interrupted by six or seven Yuanjian Sect disciples who suddenly rushed in.

"Is that the nymphomaniac who is picking flowers everywhere?" A Yuanjian Sect disciple asked, pointing at Mo Qingkuang in the sea of ​​flowers. His name is Zhuang Fan, he is a peak martial artist and can be regarded as one of the more advanced among this new generation of disciples.

"That's him. He hides his head and shows his tail. He behaves strangely. He must have an ulterior motive!" replied a disciple behind him.

"Oh? Brother Lin and Junior Sister Chu are here too? Do you know them?" Zhuang Fan asked.

Chu Yanran was about to answer when Lin Yang interrupted: "I don't know."

This Zhuang Fan is a disciple recruited by Xuan Nancheng. He is a genius from a small family and is good at sneaking into camps. Even before he entered the school, he paid homage to Song Qian, who had the highest level of cultivation in this generation, and he was the only one who followed his lead.

Song Qian is also a disciple of Xuannancheng. His status is equivalent to that of Mo Qingkuang before his "fall", and his talent is even better.

At a young age, he reached the level of a second-grade martial artist, and all the new disciples treated him as their senior brother. His physique should be between the earth level and the heaven level.

Lin Yang was unwilling to kowtow, so he did not pay his respects, and Song Qian's subordinates did not have a good face for him. However, he was somewhat resentful of Chu Yanran, who was radiant beside Lin Yang.

"That's good." Zhuang Fan nodded, and walked towards Mo Qingkuang with the Yuanjian Sect disciples who were generally eighth- and ninth-grade martial artists, forming a siege.

"What can I do for you?"

"Senior Brother Song wants to see you, come with us." Zhuang Fan said with a fake smile.

Mo Qingkuang pondered for a while, and then acted awkwardly: "But, I haven't picked all the flowers yet, otherwise, I will go to visit him after I pick the flowers?"

"How dare you! Senior Brother Song wants to see you, it's your blessing after several lifetimes of cultivation! How dare you refuse?" One disciple immediately scolded, and even drew his sword to threaten.

"Your Excellency is too kind. I have never met your Senior Brother Song before. May I ask what he wants to see me for?" Mo Qingkuang took a step back, posing as if he could fight at any time.

He still tried not to fight, as the few scabby guys in front of him were no threat to him, but Lin Yang was right beside him, so he had to be a little cautious.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Go when I tell you to! Otherwise, we will carry you there! If you want us to carry you there, you have to stretch your muscles first." Zhuang Fan shouted impatiently, and several disciples approached Mo Qingkuang.