"It's barely enough to see." Ye Chen took the sword and gave the invitation at will. It's not easy for an old man to wait for more than 800 years, but he couldn't break his wishes.

As for the discussion on Huashan, he would go there naturally, and he was not worried about invitations at all. There were so many people who went there, and he had everything after robbing halfway. No matter how bad he was, he could still break in.

Thinking of this, he looked up again, glanced at Xuwu, and his eyes seemed to have a sentence engraved: Old Hongjun, I have lifted your Huashan, you won’t be angry!

This time, the Taoist ancestor was not here, so he should be in seclusion, well... to be precise, he was sleeping deeply. Every period of time, he would sleep deeply, self-proclaimedly.

The two realms of heaven and the human realm are different, and they have the power to help the emperor to approve themselves. This is why the Emperor and the Dao Ancestor can live for so long. That kind of power is not available in the human realm.

Beside him, Taiyi finally got up and slipped through a new Taoist robe. His mood was so melancholy. This time, it was really in vain. He was a quasi-emperor in the heavenly court. In two days, he was beaten up twice in the same place by a Lingxu Realm in the same place.

If this happens, he would be embarrassed to say it when he goes back.

"If you are a talent like you, if you are a heavenly court, you will definitely be able to find a good official." Taiyi pinched his beard and said seriously, and he really had the style of a senior.

"You want to rush me to the upper immortal world and then beat me up!" Ye Chen said, while crushing the great holy soldier, refining the essence, and integrating it into the Dinghai Dinghai Needle.

"Don't use the heart of a stone to save my abdomen of the immortal." Taiyi looked at the irresistible sky. Not to mention, he really thought that he could not beat you. When he reached the saint realm, he would not be able to beat you. When he reached the quasi-emperor level, there was no reason why he could not beat you. Two fights would not be in vain.

However, his little thought was seen through by this little stone spirit.

Ye Chen wanted to laugh, even if he went to the upper immortal world, he would beat you up.

As he spoke, the great holy soldiers had been fully integrated. The Dinghai Dinghai needle was buzzing, and the sound was shaking people's mind. Especially the four characters Dunjia Tian on it were the most dazzling. The overflowing Taoist aggregate was extremely mysterious, and it blessed with mysterious power, making this iron stick even more extraordinary.

Taiyi Zhenren glanced at him, his eyes were bright, he had seen the power of this stick. When he hit him with a hammer, his quasi-emperor-level forehead would be so refreshing.
Chapter completed!