Chapter 1914 The Heir of the Valley of Divine Painting

At this time, the Seventh Elder smiled, and cupped his hands at Xiao Tiansha and the others, "The Seventh Elder of Shangqing Mountain is here to welcome Young Master Xiao and all the heavenly prides!"

Xiao Tiansha smiled lightly, then nodded slightly, "The seventh elder is really too polite."

Even though he said so, his words and demeanor were full of indifference, as if what he was facing was not an elder from the Void Dao Sect, but an ordinary person.

The Seventh Elder didn't care at all, instead he said with a smile: "The post has already been prepared, everyone, please come with me!"

As he spoke, he turned around and led the way in front of him, leading the crowd to the guest house post.

The mighty chariot left.

The crowd is still amazed.

But no one noticed that in a desolate and remote corner of Ziwu City, a pair of wonderful eyes were watching everything that happened in the sky with worry.

It wasn't until the chariot was gone that she lowered her eyes lightly, and then whispered softly: "My lord, these arrogances are approaching menacingly, you must...be careful!"

at the same time.

In the White Jade Tower, the furious Luo Rongjin had already broken more than a dozen vases.

"Bastard, why didn't this bullshit Seventh Elder come out to greet me when I first came? As a result, when Xiao Tiansha came over, he came out in a daft way, obviously looking down on me!"

No one dared to speak, and all the people who followed Luo Rongjin stood aside silently.

Luo Rongjin's face was distorted due to anger, and he gritted his teeth and said: "A dog who looks down on people with a dog's eyes is nothing more than thinking that Xiao Tiansha won the first place in the last Qianzongxuan meeting. What's so great about it?" ?”

"I was unable to participate in the Qian Zongxuan meeting last time because of closed-door training. This time, I must step on Xiao Tiansha and everyone else. I want everyone to know that I, Luo Rongjin, are the most powerful of."

At the end, Luo Rongjin's eyes were blood red, and he roared almost hysterically.

And in the posthouse where the Temple of Killing God is located.

Many people have dignified faces.

Mu Wushuang's eyes almost burst into flames, he gritted his teeth and said, "My lord, the one just now was Xiao Tiansha."

Xue An said lightly: "I know, the strength is good, and I should have already proved the Immortal King."

What?

As soon as Xue An said this,

Everyone in the room was shocked.

Mu Wushuang, in particular, was shocked and said in shock, "You said he is already the Immortal King?"

Xue An nodded, "That's right, because the power of law on his body is already overflowing and surging out uncontrollably, it can be seen that he is a fairy king who has just proved himself, and he still can't completely control his own strength. "

Mu Wushuang's complexion suddenly became extremely ugly, and he said almost out of his wits: "The Immortal King...he is already an Immortal King, does that mean that it is impossible to kill him and take revenge?"

When she said this, her tone was extremely low.

Because everyone in the heavens knows that once one becomes an immortal king, it is basically equivalent to having a gold medal for avoiding death.

Unless the strength exceeds a level, or the strong at the same level are willing to pay a painful price, it is absolutely impossible to kill it completely.

Xue An laughed when he heard the words, "Who says you can't take revenge?"

Mu Wushuang was shocked, and looked at Xue An in astonishment, "My lord, what do you mean..."

"I didn't come here this time to watch the excitement. Since I came, I have to collect some interest first, and these so-called Tianjiao are the first payment!"

As soon as this remark came out, Mu Wushuang couldn't help but gasped.

Because Xue An's words were too loud.

He clearly wanted to wipe out Xiao Tiansha and other Tianjiao, but is this really possible?

Even though Xue An was once an Immortal Venerable, but now he was reincarnated after all, and has just recovered the strength of an Immortal King. Can he really deal with so many strong men?

In fact, if this was said by other people, Mu Wushuang would definitely scoff at it.

But when Xue An said it, it seemed so natural.

at the same time.

Xue An suddenly turned around and walked to the side of the gluttonous boy.

At this time, the gluttonous young man did not sit at the table and eat happily as usual, but stood blankly in front of the window, looking at the night sky outside the window, his eyes full of pain.

Xue An said lightly: "Have you finished watching? Everyone has already left."

The boy lowered his head and said nothing.

Xue An patted him on the shoulder lightly, and said lightly: "Okay, no matter what kind of enmity you have, you can bravely take revenge after the Qianzong Xuanhui, instead of hiding here and complaining about yourself, understand?"

The boy trembled all over, then raised his head to look at Xue An.

Xue An looked at him with a smile.

The boy's eyes gradually became firm, and finally nodded, "My name is Cen Yuanhe, thank you."

"Cen Yuanhe? Are you the peerless genius from the Valley of Divine Painting?" Mu Wushuang asked in shock.

Cen Yuanhe nodded, and then laughed at himself, "I can't be called a genius, but I'm just a fool who was played around by women."

Mu Wushuang hesitated to speak, and finally let out a long sigh, and then stopped talking.

Everyone understands that there must be a story in it, but since the person involved is unwilling to tell it, others naturally don't want to ask in depth.

On the contrary, Zhang Xiaoyu said with a confused face: "What do you mean? This idiot boy is actually very powerful?"

Xiao Sha rolled her eyes and didn't bother to talk to her.

On the contrary, Monk Huitong liked this little octopus very much. Hearing this, he said with a smile: "Of course it is very powerful. The God Painting Valley was a great sect in the starry sky. Although it has declined a lot now, it is also a top sect in the void. !"

"Although I have lived in Dingchan Temple for a long time, I have also heard the name of this little brother. He learned from Wu Qiedao, the last saint of painting, and at the age of thirty, he became a Daluo. Dao Daluo is the youngest person, and his painting skills are even more amazing, and he is regarded as a peerless talent with a bright future."

"But later, for some reason, he suddenly disappeared, and all kinds of deeds are rarely heard. He didn't even participate in the last Qianzongxuanhui. Some people said that he was useless except for mistakes in his cultivation, but now It seems that there must be something hidden in it!"

Monk Huitong sighed softly, his face was full of vicissitudes pretending to be mature.

This little trick to attract girls' attention can be described as extremely clumsy.

But Zhang Xiaoyu didn't notice it at all. Instead, he looked at Huitong in amazement, and then couldn't help but say.

"How do you know so much?"

"Hehe!" Huitong smiled reservedly, and said lightly: "I'm sorry, I was also a peerless genius in Dingchan Temple back then, and even my master once praised me personally, so such trivial things can't help me!"

Zhang Xiaoyu showed star eyes, and said with admiration: "Wow, you are so amazing!"

"Ahem, it's nothing more than an average award!" Huitong said with a calm face, but his heart was full of complacency.

But Zhang Xiaoyu's next sentence directly knocked him back to his original shape.

I only heard Zhang Xiaoyu say: "It's a pity that I became a monk at a young age. I probably won't be able to marry a wife in this life!"