Start With The Great Emperor Realm, Build Primordial Divine Sect

"Golden Patriarch!"

A burly man who came suddenly made Jin Shikai break out in a cold sweat nervously.

"Lord Luo...don't come here without any problems!" He tried his best to keep his voice calm, trying not to let the other party see anything.

Back then, the two strong men of the Eight Desolation Sacred Cult were killed by Wang Yi in front of their eyes.

Luo Yuanqing snorted coldly, put his big hand on Jin Shikai's shoulder, and pinched it hard, causing cold sweat to break out from the latter's forehead in pain.

"Patriarch Jin, have you seen Meng Soaring Dragon and Tang Chen recently?"

"No... I haven't seen it before..." Jin Shi cursed happily, these two people died long ago, you want me to go downstairs to meet them?

unlucky!

What a bad luck!

Jin Shikai said cautiously: "Since I separated from the two strong men that day, I have never seen them again, nor have I been to Jin's house!"

"Really?" Luo Yuanqing squeezed Jin Shikai's shoulder hard with his hands.

If the strength at hand is greater, it is estimated that the shoulders will be broken.

"Of course...it's true..." Jin Shikai gritted his teeth, sweating coldly from the pain, "At the beginning, the two strong men of your teaching left alone for some reason, saying that they would come to the Jin family in the future..."

"I never saw the two of them again..."

"Think about it, our Jin family, how can we have the strength to deal with these two strong men?"

There are two people in the holy religion, one is Mysterious Cave Third Stage, and the other is Kongji Fifth Stage.

The God Transformation Realm is opened only by Jinshi, and the elders of the clan have the strength of Mysterious Cave.

How can we deal with the two strong men of the Holy Church?

Hearing this again, Luo Yuanqing suddenly pushed Jin Shikai away.

"Forgive you for not daring to oppose our holy religion!"

He really couldn't understand why those two people who came to pick up Jin Yiyue suddenly disappeared for more than half a year?

no news...

Even with some Uncommon chance, it's about time to come back...

"Huh? Jin Yiyue!" Luo Yuanqing saw a woman with an extremely perfect figure, and walked towards the Holy Land of Absolute Beginning.

"Yiyue, what force are you joining?"

This location is inconspicuous at the corner of the square.

Divided by strength, it falls at the end of Hongzhou.

"Lord Luo." Jin Yiyue had met him a few times before, "I have joined the Holy Land of Absolute Beginning."

"Holy Land of Absolute Beginning?" Luo Yuanqing frowned tightly, "This power has already declined, why did you join..."

At this moment, he looked towards the young man next to him.

Checking the other party's breath, he couldn't see what happened to Realm.

In this case, there are only two possibilities.

First, Wang Yi is extremely powerful, far surpassing him.

Second, Wang Yi is a mortal with no strength at all.

The latter is less likely if this is the Saint Lord of the Holy Land of Absolute Beginning.

"Who are you?"

"In the beginning, Saint Lord." Wang Yi said indifferently.

"You are Saint Lord..." Luo Yuanqing narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Jin Yiyue next to him.

There must be something wrong here.

Perhaps the disappearance of the two powerhouses of the Holy Cult has something to do with the youth.

That golden stone is lying.

Luo Yuanqing planned to stand still and go back to investigate the details of the young man. It is best to see how strong he is, and it is not too late to act.

It is not easy for this young man to be able to deal with the two strong men of the Holy Cult...

"After the youth conference, can I invite the Saint Lord of the beginning?"

"Yeah." Wang Yi nodded slightly.

With his strength, he didn't To put the opponent in one's eyes at all.

...

There are three poles in the sun.

Almost all the forces that came to participate in the competition were present.

Jiang Dashan stood on the high platform, his eyes swept over the crowd.

"Today is the youth conference held every three years."

"In recent years, young people have emerged in Hongzhou, and I am deeply honored..."

"Whoever wins the leader will be eligible to enter the Fenglei Secret Realm..."

As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar in the field.

Many young disciples were amazed.

"Oh my god! The leader's reward this time is really a Fenglei secret realm!"

"Isn't that great?"

"Fenglei secret realm has a lot of opportunities, if you can enter it, your strength will definitely skyrocket!"

"Unfortunately, my strength is too weak..."

Those who have no strength can only watch others take away precious opportunities.

Seeing the crowd quiet down, Jiang Dashan continued: "Okay, the old man announces that this youth conference will officially begin!"

"All contestants, please wait in the waiting area according to the number of rings on the list."

The youth conference is divided into five days.

The total number of participants reached 3,650.

Anyone with some strength will participate in the competition, even if they can't win the ranking, it is still an experience.

There are a total of one hundred arenas.

The first three days are auditions, the loser will be disqualified, and the winner will continue to compete.

After three days, the top 32 will be determined.

On the fourth day, the final four will be determined.

Then came the semi-finals and finals.

The frequency of competitions is very close, and for those with weaker strength, physical strength will be a great test.

But for those strong, it is not a problem at all.

boom boom boom...

The gong sounded and the game officially started.

Disciples who looked to be in their early twenties were discussing fiercely in the arena.

The stand is ten feet high, even if it is far away, you can still see the situation on the ring.

"Saint Lord, is your hand strength okay?" Jin Linglong stood behind Wang Yi and massaged him.

"Well, not bad." Wang Yi closed his eyes enjoying himself.

"Yiyue is about to play!" Jin Linglong pointed to the tenth ring on the left, "Her opponent seems to be someone from the Eight Desolation Sacred Sect. I met him at Jin's house before..."

"The strength is not weak..."

Wang Yi looked towards the third ring.

Opposite Jin Yiyue, stood a burly man named Fan Wenxuan.

"Purple Mansion Apex...is a small guy." Wang Yi said with a light smile.

"In the past, he was a tyrannical opponent..." Jin Linglong couldn't help feeling deeply moved, "But now, he is not Yiyue's opponent at all!"

Nine months ago, one hundred Jin Yiyue was not Fan Wenxuan's opponent.

Unless you squeeze the other party dry and cause sudden death or something.

But now, Jin Yiyue grew up too fast.

Arena No. 10.

Fan Wenxuan looked at Jin Yiyue's slender, white thighs with extremely lewd eyes.

Secretly said: "What a pair of beautiful legs... If you carry it on your shoulders, hehe..."

However, it did not say so on the surface.

"Yiyue, I haven't seen you for a few years, your figure is getting better and better..."

"Join the Eight Desolation Sacred Cult, I know a lot of unique Body Refining methods, I can let you try...hehe..."

After saying this, Fan Wenxuan looked at that round thigh, and his saliva almost flowed down.

"I'm not interested in the Eight Desolation Sacred Cult." Jin Yiyue seemed to see Fan Wenxuan's intentions, and gave him a hard look.

"Yiyue, do you want to win me?" Fan Wenxuan said with a trivial face.

"I must win you!" Jin Yiyue snorted coldly.

"Okay, as long as you promise to accompany me...drinking at night, I will let you win today!"

Fan Wenxuan looked at the waist that was tightly grasped, imagining the wonderful feeling of hugging it when drinking at night, and almost flew into the sky...