Youth's Cultivation

"Oh, I'm curious. Which expert taught you such a disciple." Crape myrtle emperor calmly asked, obviously to see what character Wang Xiaohu can say, even he is not qualified.

"Lord Tianyuan!" Wang Xiaohu is telling the truth.

God Tianyuan

Ziwei emperor's eyes shrunk. Although he was also advanced to the holy level, there were grades between the Holy Level and the holy level, just like the Immortal Emperor. Now, he is at most the third grade holy king, and Tianyuan Holy Lord, at least more than seven grades or even nine grades, is one of the strongest under the starry sky.

"Hum, master, if he is a disciple of Tianyuan holy master, how can Tianyuan holy master ignore him for many years, and no one in Tianyuan holy palace has stood up!" Xing Ming wants Wang Xiaohu to die. How can he fool him like this.

"Oh, that's reasonable!" Ziwei emperor nodded slightly, then looked at Wang Xiaohu, "what else do you have to say?"

This is not like a saint, but like hosting a debate in class and giving two students a full opportunity to defend.

"Does this count?" Wang Xiaohu took out the golden Tianyuan holy master token and threw it to the crape myrtle emperor.

The crape myrtle emperor looked a little cold and held the golden token in his hand.

This token can't be forged. Only the strong saint can leave the power of rules.

When Xing Ming saw the expression of crape myrtle emperor, he immediately knew it was bad. Is it true that this token is still not good?

"Master, what if it's true? As long as... "Xing Ming whispered and entered the crape myrtle emperor's ear.

"Hum!" But the crape myrtle emperor snorted coldly, so that Xing Ming's words could not continue.

The crape myrtle Emperor didn't decide immediately, but threw the golden token into the air, suspended three feet away, bent his fingers, flicked a purple star, and flew into the token of the Holy Lord of Tianyuan.

"Buzz..."

There was a buzzing on the golden token, and the light was great. Then, a golden virtual shadow appeared on it.

A slightly fat young man leaned lazily with a glass of wine in his hand and drank it slowly.

"Eh, Xiao Zi, it's you. Why are you free to come to my Tianyuan holy land today?" The lazy little fat man said casually.

Little purple?

The immortal emperors behind the crape myrtle emperor twitched at the corners of their mouths. God, the arrogant crape myrtle emperor was also called Xiaozi.

However, looking at the appearance of Ziwei emperor, it seems that there is nothing unnatural. "I've seen Lord Tianyuan. I'm not in Tianyuan holy palace. I just met someone holding your token and wanted to verify that he is your disciple? To avoid misunderstanding! "

"My disciple?" The slightly fat young man looked around in surprise. His eyes turned around Wang Xiaohu and others. Then he said something that made people talk.

"Which of you is my good disciple?"

Ziwei emperor's face was frozen. Could it be that the boy cheated himself? Otherwise, how could the Tianyuan holy master not even know his disciples? Moreover, this is also the token of the holy master of the Tianyuan holy palace. With this token, he must be trained as the next Holy master. It is even said that the Tianyuan holy master played in the world and had nothing to do with the position of the holy master for a long time, That's why I handed over all the Lord's tokens.

Wang Xiaohu's mouth at this time, master? Is this your cheap master? But at this time, Wang Xiaohu can only harden his head. This unreliable master, you don't even know such a dazzling disciple.