"It's good that you have this kind of heart." Dongyang Zhenren let out a long sigh, and the black line running around on his forehead slowly dissipated with Ye Chen's words. "The power of Daluo Sword Sect is not something you and I can compete with. You should leave! As for the matter of junior sister Qingyue, I have your own decision."

"The decision of senior is to hide here to prepare to ambush the Son of God Daluo?" Ye Chen said leisurely.

"Since you have seen it, I will not hide it from you."

"This move is tantamount to suicide." Ye Chen said slowly, "Now all forces from all directions are coming to visit the Son of God Daluo. The senior ambushing rashly, why do you need the Son of God Daluo and the others to take action? Those who kneel and lick will definitely compete to show their respect. Although the senior is strong, it is still hard to compete with the four sides."

"I know it naturally." Dongyang Zhenren took a deep breath, "But I have to try it no matter what."

"Let me come here!"

"you?"

"The open challenge is better than the ambush," Ye Chen took a sip of tea.

"Not bad." Dongyang Zhenren said in a deep voice, "The Son of God Daluo is not comparable to the Son of the Divine Dynasty and the Son of the Ghost Emperor. His cultivation is at the peak of the imperial realm, and he has countless quasi-saints killed by him. He already has the power to fight as much as the saint. Your move is tantamount to suicide!"

"Whoever is weak and who is stronger must be beaten to know."

"Don't be reckless."

"I know what I know." Ye Chen smiled and stood up, pulled Dongyang Zhenren up, and headed straight for the city. "In such a lively scene, there should be good wine and good food."

Haoyang Ancient City is extremely prosperous. The bustling crowds are all monks with extraordinary cultivation. Looking from afar, the pavilions are mostly suspended, carved railings and jade, and the air is filled with essence of spiritual power, surrounded by clouds and mist, and hazy mist, which is like a fairy city on earth.

The largest mansion in the ancient city is full of gates, just because the son of Daluo is in the mansion.

The monks from all directions came one after another, most of them were famous people with backgrounds, and there was a young child beside him. His cultivation was not low, and each was full of energy and was in his prime.

Ye Chen and Dongyang Zhenren came and stopped in front of the mansion.

The Dongyang Zhenren was reluctant all the way, but he was still dragged by Ye Chen.

As for Ye Chen, looking at the door of the mansion with crowds of figures, he couldn't help but sigh and stumble.

It’s just that there are too many people coming. The weakest ones are at the peak of the imperial realm, and countless quasi-saints are in the range, including many saints, but no matter who they come here, they are peaceful and peaceful.

Go in!

Ye Chen pulled Dongyang and followed the crowd into the mansion.

The guards of the mansion will not stop them from seeing the cultivation of the Dongyang Saint, because the combination of Ye Chen and Dongyang is like others, one senior and one junior, and the purpose of coming here is the same.

When he walked into the mansion, Ye Chen sighed again.

The mansion is a great world, surrounded by fairy mountains and full of vitality. There are many pavilions and towers in the depths of the spiritual trees. There are rows of fairies holding fruit plates. Each of them is a natural beauty. Their cultivation is not too shallow, and the monks are dazzling to see.

This spiritual fruit is good, give me a plate!

The spirit fruit is still shining, so I will give me a plate!

How tired you are, give it to me!

Ye Chen was very conscious that the fruit plates held by the fairy's hand were taken over by him.

This guy was indeed very self-conscious, which surprised the fairy and attracted the attention of the monks around him. His eyes looked at Ye Chen one by one more strange. Many old seniors subconsciously stroked their beards and looked at Ye Chen with a meaningful look: Eyes, this should be a rustic guy.

Ye Chen looked dissatisfied and had no shame in eating.

However, the Dongyang Zhenren beside him was quite embarrassed because Ye Chen was also the focus of everyone's attention. When he saw that Ye Chen was brought by him, he knew that Ye Chen was his junior.

Leaving!

Dongyang Zhenren was one step faster, but he didn't forget to pull Ye Chen up.

The two of them followed the crowd and went to a fairy mountain in the mansion.

If you want to talk about this mansion, it is much stronger than the gods of the God of Heavenly Mansion. Not only Ye Chen was sighing, but the true man of Dongyang was also secretly stumbled in his heart. One inheritance of the sword god and the other inheritance of the Donghuang, why is the gap so big!

On the top of a fairy mountain, there is a garden full of immortal beauty. All the monks who came to visit gathered here.

The number of people is quite small, all of them have already sat down, and many of them are acquaintances who are gathering together for greetings at this moment.

Ye Chen and Dongyang Zhenren found a jade table in the corner, but it was quiet.

The real person of Dongyang sat down, and his old eyes looked around. There was still color between his eyebrows, as if he was looking for the clear moon.

Ye Chen was gnawing on the spirit fruit while also looking around, his eyes kept falling on the young children. With his eyesight, he could have seen that there were many extraordinary bloodlines in it.

"Who is the Son of Daluo?" After glanced around, Ye Chen looked at Dongyang.

“Not arrived yet.”

"There is such a big shot." Ye Chen grinned. Most of the people who came here were ancestors of all forces. There were so many noble celebrities, but they still had to wait for a junior in the imperial realm.

"Don't act rashly." Dongyang Zhenren sent a message to Ye Chen, causing trouble here. He had reason to believe that he could not leave this mansion. Even if the God of Heavenly Palace came, the entire army would be wiped out.

"I have a sense of justice." Ye Chen grinned and took out a spiritual fruit from his arms.

"The Son of God Daluo is here." As the two of them were talking, and as they were talking from all directions, an extremely loud shout resounded throughout the mountain top, attracting everyone's eyes here.

Under the attention of everyone, a purple-haired young man came to the sky, surrounded by immortal light, and in his every move, there were many mysterious phenomena intertwined, his body and bloodline were strong, and his blood energy was surging.

He is the son of the Daluo Sword Sect, like a dazzling star hanging from the misty starry sky.

Inexplicably itchy hands!

Ye Chen glanced at Daluo's son. Seeing that the guy was so majestic, he always had a smirk that made Ye Chen hate him. He was arrogant and arrogant, and looked down on everything. Whenever he saw such a person, Ye Chen felt extremely itchy and wanted to hit someone.

The bloodline is not weak!

Ye Chen whispered that he saw through the bloodline of the Son of Daluo, which is a kind of yang.

However, no matter how domineering the bloodline is, it will be slightly inferior to his ancient holy body.

On one side, the face of Dongyang Zhenren became very cold, especially when the Son of Daluo appeared, he could no longer restrain his murderous intention, as if he thought of the scene of Fairy Qingyue being captured.

While speaking, the Son of God Daluo had already fallen down, and three old men were followed by him, all of whom were saints.

Have seen the Son of God!

As soon as the son of Daluo fell, people from all directions bowed and greeted each other, even if they were saints, they were no exception.

It is worth mentioning that the younger female students brought by the older generation cultivators were not very normal when they looked at the son of Daluo. A hint of blush flashed across their cheeks, and they secretly developed feelings for each other at a glance. The so-called love at first sight is mostly used to describe them like this.

I'm late, I'm sorry for my sins!

Daluo's son returned a signature salute, but he smiled slightly and didn't. He felt the awe-inspiring gaze of Sifang, which made his chin raise higher, and his vanity was also satisfied in an instant.

With the attention of everyone, Daluo's son consciously reached the highest position.

The elders in all directions were unhappy about this, but they did not dare to say anything in public.

The same thing is said, Daluo Sword Sect is too strong, and they have heard of Daluo's character. They cannot be hated by this guy, otherwise the consequences will be punished at the least, and the worst will be destroyed.

I'm not bragging to you, I can beat ten of such idiots alone!

Looking at the son of Daluo's gradually getting better, Ye Chen in the corner couldn't help but make a meaningful sound.

As soon as these words were spoken, Dongyang Zhenren couldn't help but look sideways, glanced at Ye Chen up and down, and said with a serious expression: This is really good to pretend.

The following picture is very official and honest, and all the words are polite words without nutrition.

The monks from all directions wished that they could greet the people of the Daluo Sword Sect to show their awe of the Daluo Sword Sect. They deliberately lowered their posture and made the Daluo Son extremely happy.

It’s true that the son of Daluo just liked this, and he almost went to heaven with a pleasing look on his face.

Everyone knows that these words alone are far from enough to impress the Son of God Daluo.

How can I do if I want to send their juniors to the Daluo Sword Sect without spending a lot of money? Now this scene is just the opening remarks. After the grand event, it is the main topic. The ancestors in the four sides will visit alone.

After drinking for three rounds, I saw Zu Wen, an old man in purple, smiled softly, "Su Wen, the Nine Yang Sword Technique of the God Son, is amazing. I wonder if we, the vulgar people, are lucky to see the God Son perform this supreme sword art."

After this, the people from all directions agreed, "It is our honor to see the legendary Nine Yang Sword Technique. I hope the God Son can perform one or two, and it will be fine if I wish you a wish for one or two of us."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Ye Chen kept tsk in this scene, and he had never seen such a licking person.

If people from all directions are really good at guessing the thoughts of the Son of Daluo. It is true that people from all directions are like this.

It has to be said that the agreement between the people from all directions has indeed made the Son of God Daluo feel better.

OK!

The son of Daluo stood up, pretending to be a little embarrassed, with a deep expression. Those who didn't know really thought someone was holding a knife on his neck and forcing him to perform?

This ability to pretend to be pure is one hundred!

This is a skill of pretending to be good!

But when the guy walked up to the clouds in one step, his sleeves flicked, a golden magic sword appeared in his hand.

Good sword!

Ye Chen's eyes lit up below and stared at the sword of the Son of God Daluo. It was an extraordinary divine weapon, cast from the domineering divine iron, and its level was a real quasi-holy weapon.

Good sword!

The monks from all directions were also amazed, saying that this time they were not licking, because the sword of the Son of God Daluo was indeed good.

The sword breaks through the sky!

Amidst his amazement, Daluo's son suddenly raised his sword, pointed at the sky with one sword, and a golden sword light headed straight to the sky. As he said, a sword really poked a big hole into the sky.

good!

The shouts below came one after another, forming a tide.

I'm ugly!

The Son of Daluo took the magic sword and stood in Xutian, carrying his hands on his back. Those who didn't know thought that the guy was a master. He was so excited that he was about to throw himself into his arms.

Not that good!

Among the cheers of the crowd, there was a sound that was not in the air. Although the sound was small, it was shocking.
Chapter completed!