Holy Son is so arrogant

Chapter 62 Gathering
"Have you heard?"

"What did you hear?"

"The false holy son of Fuyao Sect has spoken out. He said that he will wait for the world's useless people to kneel down at the Mingyue Poetry Fair in Mingyue City."

"Hiss! So overbearing? Fortunately, I'm not a good-for-nothing."

"By the way, he also said that all the young monks in the world are useless!"

"Hey! Mingyue Poetry Club? It seems that I'm going to have to go through it alone."

Su Ping's words spread quickly, and the whole Qingshenzhou became a mess.

There was a lot of voices, all condemning Su Ping.

Countless young children are clamoring to go to the Mingyue Poetry Club and raise their hands to suppress Su Ping.

Then, these words, like a virus, quickly spread to the surrounding states.

The arrogance and talents of countless orthodox families were all angry.

"Hmph, it's just a false holy son, yet he dares to be so arrogant."

"Don't he know that in the Three Thousand Dao State, being so arrogant will kill people?"

"Very good, next, I will give him a magnificent defeat."

Bright Moon City.

Established tens of thousands of years ago by the sage Mingyue, it is one of the few big cities in Qingshen State.

In addition to the prosperity of Mingyue City, the reason why Fengxing Poetry Society held the poetry meeting here this time is also related to a strange scene in Mingyue City.

Moon Tower.

It is said that it is the place where the sage Mingyue sits and transforms, and there is a very strong supreme holy will left.

There have been many peerless geniuses who comprehended the holy will of the bright moon here, and eventually grew into supreme powers in all directions.

The most amazing thing is that no matter when you step on the Moon View Tower, you can look up and see the bright moon.

At this moment, the poetry meeting has not yet been held, and the Guanyue Tower is already full of guests and friends. Countless young talents gathered here, and many of them are talents from other states.

Most of them, in fact, are not interested in the poetry fair at all, and the reason why they come is just to join in the fun.

After all, Su Ping, Fuyao's fake sage, is here to challenge the world's heroes.

How could they miss such a grand event.

Although the Son of Fuyao is indeed a little arrogant, he is still a supreme holy body, and not long ago he beheaded the famous Nangongtian who also awakened the supreme holy body, and even subdued the popular goddess Dugu Nansheng .

The strength cannot be underestimated.

In any case, they do have arrogant capital.

However, there are also many peerless talents who can stand up to the Son of the Holy Land in more than a dozen surrounding states, and I heard that they will all come.

The next battle, I'm afraid it will be very exciting.

On a VIP seat, a young man in white clothes and a feather crown sat upright.

He has a handsome face, a sharp temperament, exuding an oppressive pressure all over his body, and there is a faint flash of sword light in his eyes, which is the holy body of Xuantianzong in this life.

Chu Fengge.

At this moment, his eyes swept across the entire lobby, trying to find Su Ping's trace, but when he swept to a corner, his brows were slightly frowned, and a serious emotion appeared on his face.

"Has the Eucharist of the Shepherd come too?"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Chu Fengge's mouth, "Very well, I just asked for the holy sword in the sect, and you all joined together one by one, it couldn't be better."

Xuantian Sect was originally a master of swordsmanship. Although its background was not as profound as that of Fuyao Sect, it was not weak either. It possessed a large number of magical powers and secrets of swordsmanship.

And he possesses the Holy Body of Sword Dao, the same sword formula, in his hands, can display the divine power several times that of others.

Now, he still invites out the holy sword of the sect.

He felt that he was not weaker than the ordinary holy son, enough to suppress everything!
In the corner of the lobby, there is a resolute-looking Mu family, Mu Yan, who is dressed in a black robe.

He is different from Chu Fengge's domineering, his whole temperament is more restrained and low-key, giving people a very reliable feeling.

He obviously noticed Chu Fengge's gaze, but there was only disdain in his eyes.

He obtained the ancestral holy flame in the family early on, and his character exploded. In just one month, he collected 99 top-quality beast fires in the Wanyao Mountain Range.

Not only was the holy flame greatly nourished, but his own Supreme Law, the Great Heaven Holy Fire Jue, had finally broken through Xiaocheng's bottleneck, reaching the point where he could lift weights like light, and his strength had improved countlessly.

Using the holy body of heaven fire to activate the ancestral holy flame, he is also sure to suppress the audience!

And in a VIP room on the top floor, a young man in red, with pity in his eyes, overlooked everything, and inadvertently revealed a look of everything under control.

"I'm afraid the nature of this poetry meeting has changed."

The president of the poetry club was always watching every move on the scene, showing a hint of worry on his face.

With Su Ping's declaration of war on the world, the Mingyue Poetry Club was also pushed to the forefront.

Countless young heroes rushed over, and many of them were far above him. The situation was beyond his control.

Along with them was the city lord of Mingyue City.

This middle-aged cultivator, who has only nine changes in his keel, is experiencing unprecedented pressure in his life at this moment.

Just now, countless Dharma powerhouses, Xiantai powerhouses, and even sages came to the door.

Without exception, all of them are the dark guardians of those young talents.

Come here to open up relationships for your own Tianjiao.

Either hinted, or directly stated, or gave orders, wanting the city lord to favor and take care of his own Tianjiao.

However, with so many young heroes, how could the city lord of Mingyue City take care of them all!

Later, I will serve Su Ping, who is extremely arrogant in the legend.

He only felt that he had experienced pain that he shouldn't have experienced at his age!

"Interesting, I'd like to see what kind of legend is the guy who can convince Dugu Nansheng to be a maid willingly."

A peerless woman in a snow-white dress with a glamorous appearance, like a white lotus flower, showed a hint of expectation on her face.

With her entry, the poetry club was full of noise, and countless people were boiling and cheering loudly.

"That's Bai Luoxue?!"

"I didn't expect that the Poetry Club actually invited her here!"

"This is the most beautiful goddess in dozens of states, and the dream lover of countless male monks."

"I even heard that she is expected to enter the Daluo Academy this year and become a saint, and she will be as famous as Dugu Nansheng and Su Yuhuang!"

As soon as these words came out, the scene was suddenly dead silent.

Because, at this moment, everyone realized that Dugu Nansheng, who was as famous as Bai Luoxue, had surrendered to Su Ping, and was willing to be a humble maid!

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay and glanced at each other. Everyone seemed to have eaten Xiang, with chest tightness and breathlessness, and their expressions were extremely ugly.

I thought to myself, even if she is the goddess of dreams who is not worthy of kneeling and licking, she is just a personal maid in front of Su Ping!

Play how you want!
"Wow! I'm so angry!"

"This Su Ping must die!"

"If you don't cut him into pieces, it will be hard to get rid of the hatred in our hearts!"

Everyone was furious. At this moment, they just wanted to witness Su Ping's death on the spot.

Sensing the change in the atmosphere of the scene, Bai Luoxue's figure suddenly stopped, her pretty face turned cold, and her eyebrows frowned slightly.

Did the matter of Dugu Nansheng's humble surrender finally implicate him?
Much earlier than expected.

"Su Ping, I hope you don't let me down." A coldness flashed in Bai Luoxue's eyes.

She was also prepared for this visit.

Today, she will let the world know that Dugu Nansheng is not worthy to be as famous as her.

Even Su Ping is only worthy of prostrating under her glazed skirt, kneeling and licking her!

It was still early, and heroes from all walks of life were still arriving one after another, and many of them came from other states.

(End of this chapter)