If Yang Hong didn't say anything, maybe they could just leave.

But when Yang Hong said this, it would be a bit embarrassing for them to leave directly.

"Oh, Beitian Realm Heritage Academy?"

Holy Son Xuanyuan looked at Prince Yuxuan and his party, and then said with a chuckle.

"I've heard of it, but it's rumored that this inheritance academy is half-dead, isn't it?"

"Yang Hong, you are a bit naive if you want to drag people from the Heritage Academy into fighting me."

"We, Xuanyuan Holy Land, are not afraid of the Heritage Academy at all."

Holy Son Xuanyuan sneered.

Previously, what happened to Jun Xiaoyao in the North Sky Realm was not directly transmitted to the South Sky Realm.

Therefore, in the impression of Holy Son Xuanyuan.

The Heritage Academy is still the same Heritage Academy that is declining.

"I don't want to drag my friends into the water."

Yang Hong turned to Prince Yuxuan and others.

"Brother Yuxuan, Miss Yuxian, you go first, this is a matter between me and Holy Son Xuanyuan."

Yang Hong said with sincerity.

"this."

Prince Yuxuan frowned.

Many monks around him also cast their gazes.

If that's the case, they just leave.

Wouldn't that lose the face of the Heritage Academy?

And they themselves are not good at it in terms of face.

But just then.

Suddenly, a divine bird pulled a chariot from a distance, and a golden avenue emerged, falling directly to the top floor of Xianyue Tower.

"Huh? Who is that person who can directly enter the top floor of Xianyue Tower?"
Chapter completed!