Chapter 4718? On the Eve of the Banquet

Jian Wushuang looked at it for four weeks before he finally settled down.

From the Divine Power Universe, he broke away from the mud embryo of the past, and he jumped from the ancestral level to become the Yanxian.

And with the strength of his Immortal Realm, in the few years he entered the Great Evolution, he has not encountered the time of life and death for the time being.

Even Ju Hai Tianzhang and the whirling ancestors of the whirling days did not give him a real fear of life and death.

Jian Wushuang vaguely guessed that only by leaving the realm of Yanxian could it be the watershed to truly take that step.

Not long after he sat in meditation, he seemed to realize something again, and stretched out his hand and took out the wordless book from his arms.

Opening the first fifteen pages of the book full of tiny characters, Jian Wushuang's eyes stayed on the sixteenth page, but there was nothing else but blank space.

"Shouldn't be, wasn't I still discussing swords with Chen Qing just now? Why isn't there any indication in this book?"

With a skeptical attitude, Jian Wushuang tried to transfer a wisp of the battle memory in his consciousness.

That ray of figurative consciousness soon sank into the pages of the book.

Without disappointing Jian Wushuang, this cloud of spiritual consciousness actually started to write, and neat little words appeared on the blank pages.

And this time the writing speed is extremely fast, almost dozens of interest time, and all the writing is completed.

The number of pages has also changed from the original number of pages to a thin page.

"No way, Chen Qing's kendo has so few places to write?" Jian Wushuang couldn't believe it. He quickly flipped through it, and after confirming that it was really only one page, he couldn't help laughing.

But then, a more mysterious scene appeared, that Chen Qing Jiandao, which had only one page, actually disappeared line by line!

It's like there is a pair of big hands in the dark, erasing it.

"No, no, what is this operation?" Jian Wushuang secretly wondered, "Could it be that this sword collection despised Chen Qing's kendo, so it was erased?"

Without an answer, Jian Wushuang could only watch Chen Qing's kendo and disappear completely.

"It's a really weird collection of swords." He looked at the solitary book in his hand and thought at the same time,

If I run into a guy like Ding Baiyi in the future, wouldn't I be able to rub it and steal the teacher?

Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly, this sword collection is simply a treasure against the sky, and the senior who created this sword collection is probably also an interesting guy.

After collecting the sword collection, Jian Wushuang took his seat.

Five years, for him, is not even as long as the time he spent fishing in the Yunxiao Palace.

He strives to adjust both his power and realm to the peak state in these five years to deal with everything that happens next.

The Boyang bottle was also opened, and the three emperors just wandered around in Xiaogutian, and then returned to the bottle and fell asleep.

Everything passed in a gentle way, Jian Wushuang didn't know what was waiting for him next, so he could only be forced to accept it.

Underneath the seemingly calm waters, undercurrents are often surging.

Five years have passed in a flash.

When Jian Wushuang's hair reappeared with a splendid streamer made of Yanli, Xiao Gutian's enchantment was opened.

The little emperor who took off his extravagant clothes, put on a court clothes that symbolized the emperor's son.

On this dark golden court dress, every stroke of the needle and thread depicts the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, symbolizing the meaning of Bona.

And on its collar, two small beasts with thin ears entrenched symmetrically are inlaid with dark gold threads.

This court dress made the little emperor less coquettish than male and female, and more heroic and majestic, but the bloodless paleness on his face could not be concealed.

Behind him, there are nearly a thousand figures standing.

"Little Emperor, I'm going to invite Brother Jian to come." Chen Qing cupped his hands, and was suddenly stopped when he set off.

"You all wait here, I can go there." After leaving these words, the little emperor went to the depths of Xiaogutian alone.

There was a hint of envy in Chen Qing's eyes, "Brother Jian is really amazing. I, Chen Qing, have been by the side of the little emperor for so many years, and I have never seen anyone treated like this."

The thin little purple robe raised his eyes slightly, looked at the distant figure of the little emperor, and lowered his eyelids again.

As if feeling something, Jian Wushuang, who was sitting in Wushuang, slowly opened his eyes and saw a figure floating up.

"Brother Jian, Young Master Yan is here to visit." The little emperor smiled and stopped on the square.

Spitting out a mouthful of turbid breath, Jian Wushuang stood up and nodded, believing that he had seen it.

Looking up and down Jian Wushuang, the little emperor asked with interest, "How is your recovery?"

"Not bad, when are you going?"

"Everything is ready, just waiting for you."

Jian Wushuang nodded, and Chun Qiu also walked out of the palace and stood behind him.

Just as he was about to leave, the little emperor suddenly stopped him, then stretched out his hand and stuffed a set of clothes into Jian Wushuang.

"Put it on, the embroidery maids in Dasiyu made it for you, it's not bad."

Jian Wushuang was quite helpless, and he was not easy to attack, so he had to quickly rush into the palace to change his clothes.

After a while, Jian Wushuang, who had changed into a long dress with silver embroidery on the front, appeared.

Although this outfit made him handsome and handsome, it also made him feel a little uncomfortable when he was out of the sword, far less comfortable than the black-shirted ranger.

The little emperor's eyes showed satisfaction, and then turned to open the way.

"Brother Jian, I didn't see it, your appearance is really not much worse than the emperor." Chunqiu looked up and down Jian Wushuang, and there was a flash of envy in his eyes.

"Don't talk nonsense, this dress doesn't quite suit me." Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly, quietly loosened his belt, and walked forward.

Chunqiu scratched his head, "It's really strange that it's so similar to my emperor's figure back then."

He would never have imagined that this young man who was silent and said nothing but seemed to have an inexhaustible story by his side was once the God of the Universe.

A total of more than a thousand ancestral top cultivators and twenty Yanxians stood in the void. At this moment, Xiang Jian Wushuang showed his true fangs that he had been hiding.

Outside the realm of the six heavens, in the void of the Da Siyu, the little emperor's rare calm gaze slowly swept across the figure standing in front of him.

At this moment, in the void of the entire Great Division, there was a burst of neighs.

A strange beast that Jian Wushuang had never seen before stepped on the clouds and rode the wind to ride the chariot.

These strange beasts are like dragons and sheep, with curved horns and thin ears, and their bodies with golden scales are engraved with flowing cloud patterns. While they are not strange, they are quite mysterious.

A total of twenty strange beasts and ten imperial chariots arrived.

On each imperial chariot, there is a flag engraved with the Chinese character.

For a long time, the calm but majestic voice of the little emperor resounded throughout the Da Siyu.

"Everyone, follow Young Master Yan to the heavenly court and have a banquet!"

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