Xuanyuan Li on November 8, 6642, Yulin City.

"In other words, this time the Wang family lost thirteen ordinary true kings of the Sky, as well as the heads of the family who had been in power for more than 800 years, and the two Supreme Elders?"

Chen Qiye sat opposite Wang Yuanzheng, pressing each other with a little irritable and restlessness. He stared at Wang Yuanzheng and waited for his answer.

"Fortunately the situation was very chaotic at that time, and many of us escaped." Wang Yuanzheng said lightly: "We have escaped a total of more than 300 talented family children, as well as many elders."

"We have taken in most of the people here, and the rest are not willing to live with us, so we have found another way to go." Wang Yuanzheng said with a smile.

"There is no big problem. Compared to what you said, it's a slight witch."

Chen Qiye's mouth twitched involuntarily.

Two days ago, on November 6, he rushed back to Yulin City from the Jiutian Mountains.

Before he could even say hello to Leica, he directly found Wang Yuanzheng, who lived in the Lord's Mansion of Yulin City.

Taiyi praised this young man very much, and Chen Qiye also heard his reputation from time to time, so Chen Qiye chose to regard him as the first person he wanted to win over.

It may be a little wrong to say that it is to win over. After all, the matter of the destined son is the matter of the earth spirit world, and the matter of the earth spirit world is the matter of all creatures in the earth spirit world.

Even if Wang Yuanzheng didn't want to help, he couldn't find a reason to refuse.

No matter what excuses he made, Chen Qiye could use the reason of "destiny" to force him to tie him to his chariot.

"To be honest, I really feel strange about you being the real son of destiny." Wang Yuanzheng stared at Chen Qiye's eyes and said slowly.

"In my opinion, you are not much different from a disaster-catastrophe star, and you are completely incomparable to the glorious record of the other destined son."

Chen Qiye rolled his eyes: "This is not my pleasure, and I don't want to do it either, but I don't know why this fate came to me."

"Look at my current state of cultivation, I am just a gentleman of one and three yuan. I am not willing to believe it if you say I am the son of destiny." Chen Qiye complained.

"How could there be such a weak destined son?"

Another "destined son" that Wang was paying attention to, Chen Qiye also knew some news. His name was "Bai Yuluan" and his realm was the True Lord of Cangqiu.

As for the glorious achievements Wang Yuanzheng mentioned, it was the guy who destroyed the three branches of the Zhetian Sect with his own strength and led people to destroy the seven branches of the Zhetian Sect.

As far as universal rationality is concerned, even the top true king of the Sky does not have such a record.

Of course, there is no such record not because no one does this, but because of many reasons. The biggest problem is the pursuit of the Zhatian Sect.

If an ordinary strong man finds trouble with the Zhetian Sect, he will definitely face countless pursuits from the Zhetian Sect.

Ordinary strong people cannot survive the constant pursuit of the Zhetian scholars every day. After all, they only have a thousand days to be thieves, so there is no one who can defend against thieves for thousands of days. No matter how tightly they protect, there will always be omissions.

But that destined son is different. Even if he faces this kind of constant pursuit every day and year, he can still be safe and sound, and even improve his cultivation. He can even use the method of fighting to cultivate his strength!

It can be said that the destined son has achieved such success, thanks to the pursuit of the madmen of the Zhetian Sect, otherwise her realm would not have been so fast that she would have been so scared.

By the way, this destined son is still a demon clan, and it can be seen from his name.

When Chen Qiye first heard her name, he was surprised, how could such a strange name be?

As a result, after chatting with Wang Yuanzheng, Chen Qiye realized that the white jade phoenix, the white jade phoenix.

The original body of this destined son is actually the very famous "Luan" among the auspicious birds!

Bai should be her own surname, because there is no concept of "school name" in the demon clan. They will be named after their own race and their own ranking at home.

For example, the white jade phoenix can also be called the big phoenix or the second phoenix. It is not impossible to just click the whole phoenix.

Because the number of demon races is too small, and they are also immortal species and hedonism, the population has always been worrying.

However, for this reason, there are very few cases of duplicate names in the demon clan.

Wang Yuanzheng stared at Chen Qiye steadily, his eyes changed from indifferent and indifferent to extremely enthusiastic concern, and there was only half a breath to change.

Chen Qiye was extremely uncomfortable by his eyes. He twisted his body wildly, feeling like there were eight million ants crawling on his body.

"What's wrong, are you?" Chen Qiye asked with a frown.

"I have changed my mind now!" Wang Yuanzheng replied with a chuckling: "It turns out that you have to be the real son of destiny."

"The White Jade Luan was so smooth, and it even made me feel that the Zhatian Sect was not really anything."

"Just before, I haven't gotten out of this psychological gap."

"Until I heard your news." Wang Yuanzheng suddenly burst into laughter.

"If it is a smooth sailing thing, how could there be a destiny and a blessing from the way of heaven?"

Chen Qiye rolled his eyes, who stipulated that destiny could not be smooth sailing?

Instead, he felt that destiny should go smoothly! Otherwise, how could he afford the title of "destiny"?

"I have said everything I should say. Anyway, there are still seven years left, and time is not very tight. I will go back for a few days first." Chen Qiye said.
Chapter completed!