Legend of Swordsman

The six sons were all dispatched. Although each of them had a warm smile on their faces, they were already undercurrent.

This is the best time to perform, directly related to their status in the hearts of the emperor Zhenwuyang and the elders.

In these several battles to win the peach, the prince has already become the existence of arrogant people, even those elders have already favored it, and it has the meaning of substituting for the little emperor.

Therefore, every son-in-law has made great efforts to bring his realm to the top. After all, he can only get more attention when he comes to the end.

Just as all Yanxian was ready to go to heaven, a lightly written voice sounded in the heavenly court, "Emperor, I will participate in this battle for the peach."

Zhen Wuyang wrapped all Yanxian in this heavenly court for a moment, and then all looked at him.

The little emperor slowly got up and swept the Yanxian.

"Yan'er, are you sure?" Zhen Wuyang also got up, a little happy in his eyes.

"I've never participated in it all the time, so that some people have ignored the existence. This time, I just want them to distinguish between the primary and the secondary." The little emperor's voice was low and prestigious, and he looked at the next one without scruples. Zhong Yanxian.

The six sons looked at each other in unison, and their faces were completely different.

The son did not speak, but the palms in his sleeves were tightly held together.

"Well, Yan'er, I haven't seen your cultivation behavior for a long time. I can take advantage of this opportunity today." Zhen Wuyang smiled and waved his sleeve at the same time, "Come here, inform Chen Qing to I rolled in and asked him to accompany Yan'er. "

"No Emperor, I don't need Chen Qing this time," Xiao Dijun said here, looking at Jian Wushuang.

His eyes met, he said, "Brother Jian, can you follow me."

All Yanxian's eyes converged on Jian Wushuang's body again.

Zhen Wuyang also looked at Jian Wushuang, the emperor's consciousness beyond his imagination, and he could easily see everything he wanted to know.

Soon he was a little puzzled. This kid who was just a fairyland, in addition to his amazing talents, seemed to have a unique physique, even he couldn't see through it.

At the same time, he has a feeling that he can't tell why. Although this young man's fairyland is not very deep, it seems inexplicably extremely comfortable, as if there is a certain level of association.

Taking back the emperor's consciousness, Zhen Wuyang nodded, "Go on Yan'er."

For this grand dude, who always dislikes the mountains and dews, and is silent, once the matter is determined, even the emperor is difficult to change.

Suddenly, Xiaodijun came to Jian Wushuang and said slightly, "Let's go, it seems they shouldn't be able to wait."

Jian Wushuang didn't hesitate too much. After nodding, he got up and walked outside the heavenly court.

The thin purple robe suddenly grabbed Jian Wushuang's arm, and a pair of muddy eyes seemed to want to explain something, and finally only whispered, "Little Emperor has given it to you."

Xiaodijun stepped forward and patted the shoulder of thin purple robe, then walked out of heaven with Jianwushuang.

Liuyun Shujuan, Yan Li vast.

Standing outside the court of heaven, all Yanxian scattered down like a panic, and the six sons also brought their own companions and fell to heaven.

The battle for the peach peach that involved more than 300 Yanxian in total began.

The emperor Zhenwuyang who was sitting in the heavenly court, waved his hand, and the misty scroll made by Yanli was reflected in the hall.

The scene in this picture is Huanghuang Heavenly Realm.

"You guys, guess who will win the peach this time, who will it be?" Zhen Wuyang asked.

"It's the second son." A long-bearded old man, Fu Xu, smiled.

Another old man in black robe refuted, "The four sons are not weak."

"The three sons are the last candidates who can win Xiantao. If the old man is right, he already has a preliminary understanding of the fairy style."

Hundreds of elders in the heavenly courts expressed their opinions, but in general, they pointed the candidates to the second son, the third son, and the four sons.

Zhen Wuyang seems to have other answers. Looking down at the sculpture-like Yu Bodao, "Yu Chang, what do you think?"

Uncle Yu raised his head, and his murky, deep eyes seemed to pass through the flowing clouds, looking towards the heaven.

"The little guy next to Xiaodijun is extraordinary."

"So you also think he will win this fairy peach?"

"The little emperor is calm and calm, and will not do things that are not sure. Once he shoots, everything will be a foregone conclusion."

After listening to Yu Bo's words, Zhen Wuyang no longer spoke. With the elders, he carefully watched the picture together.

Between the vast clouds, the two black-shirted Rangers dressed in figures sat in the clouds, seemingly not in a hurry to compete for Xiantao, but they seemed to be traveling.

This heaven, which carries the entire heaven, is completely composed of the giant water of Gaochuan, which is quite mysterious and vast.

"You said, how much assurance can we get to the end?" On the empty flowing cloud, Xiaodi Junsheng feared that Jian Wushuang could not hear it and shouted.

Jian Wushuang heard and said, "I don't know, I try my best."

"So what if my brothers come over again?"

"It's not easy, kill it back, but I think, in this heavenly court, they should also be able to converge a little bit, at most it's just a little action."

"No matter what, I will win Xiantao this time. There must be no mistake."

"So confident? I can feel that your siblings are very resentful to you. Maybe they will come together next time."

"Why, afraid?" Xiao Dijun asked with raised eyebrows.

"Of course I'm afraid that I'm drawn in for no reason, but I want to live for a few more years." Jian Wushuang lay back in the clouds and laid back.

Little Emperor pouted, "Which can become Yanxian ~ www.readwn.com ~ Which one does not regard Shouyuan as nothing? You old monster who doesn't know how many years have lived, are you so attached to longevity?"

Jian Wushuang felt very helpless. It has not been ten million years since he entered the path of spiritual practice. Now he is actually called an old monster, and he adds some old-fashionedness.

Moreover, he couldn't explain it, he was involved too much, and it was extremely likely to cause unnecessary troubles because of the missed words.

I am afraid that they, the Yanxian in Dayanhuan, can hardly imagine a Yenxian who is only a few million years old.

After arrogantly passing by, under the tug of the little emperor, the two fell into heaven.

In the huge roaring water, the two figures drove the waves forward.

Yan Xian, who participated in the battle for the peach, passed by, glancing at them, and hurried away.

Until the last moment of fighting for Xiantao, every Yanxian was unwilling to confront the son of the emperor Zhenwuyang.

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