Chapter 4727?

The six young masters were all dispatched. Although each of them had a warm smile on their face, the undercurrent was already surging.

This was the best time to perform, and it was directly related to their status in the hearts of Emperor Zhenwuyang and the hundred elders.

In these several peach competitions, Young Master Jiu has become a proud existence, even those elders have favored him, and have a faint meaning to replace the little emperor.

Therefore, every young master is full of energy and raises his own realm to the peak. After all, only when he reaches the end can he get more attention.

Just when all Yanxian was ready and went down to the heaven, an understated voice sounded in the heavenly court, "Father, I will also participate in this competition for winning the peach."

Zhenwuyang wrapped all the Yanxians in this heavenly court for a moment, and then all looked at him.

The little emperor slowly got up and swept over a group of Yanxian.

"Yan'er, are you sure?" Zhen Wuyang also got up, a little happy in his eyes.

"I have never participated in the past, so that some people ignore the existence. This time, I just want them to distinguish the priority." The little emperor's voice was low and dignified, and he looked down at the one who looked down without any scruples. Zhong Yanxian.

The six young masters looked at each other at the same time, with completely different expressions.

Young Master Jiu did not speak, but the palms in his sleeves were tightly clasped together.

"Okay, Yan'er, I haven't seen your cultivation level for a long time, and I can take this opportunity to take a look today." Zhen Wuyang smiled and waved his sleeves at the same time, "Come on, let Chen Qing know I'll get in and let him accompany Yan'er to participate."

"No need for the emperor, this time I don't need Chen Qing," said the little emperor, looking at Jian Wushuang.

Looking at each other, he said, "Brother Jian, can you come with me."

All Yanxian's eyes converged on Jian Wushuang's body again.

Zhen Wuyang also looked at Jian Wushuang, the emperor's divine consciousness beyond imagination, who could easily understand everything he wanted to know.

Soon he became a little puzzled. This kid from the realm of immortals, in addition to his amazing talent, seems to have a unique physique, which even he can't see through.

At the same time he had a feeling that he couldn't explain why,

Although this young Immortal Immortal Realm is not very advanced, it seems inexplicably very comfortable, as if there is some kind of connection with an unknown level.

Taking back the divine sense of the emperor, Zhen Wuyang nodded, "Go, Yan'er."

For this eldest son, who has always been unwilling to show the mountains and dew, and is silent and shadowy, once he has identified things, even as an emperor, it is difficult for him to change.

The little emperor suddenly came to Jian Wushuang, tilted his head slightly and said, "Let's go, it seems that they can't wait any longer."

Jian Wushuang didn't hesitate too much. After nodding, he got up and walked outside the heavenly court.

The skinny purple robe suddenly grabbed Jian Wushuang's arm, and his cloudy eyes seemed to want to explain something, but in the end he just whispered, "Little Emperor handed it over to you."

The little emperor stepped forward, patted the thin little purple robe on the shoulder, and walked out of the heaven with Jian Wushuang.

The flowing clouds are rolling, and the power is vast.

Standing outside the heavenly court, all Yanxian scattered down like a flash of shock, and the six young masters also carried their great companions and fell to the heaven.

This peach contest, which involved more than 300 Yanxian, began.

The Emperor Zhenwu Yang, who was sitting in the heavenly court, waved his hand, and the misty picture scroll transformed by Yan Li was reflected in the hall.

The scene in this picture scroll is the Huanghuang Heaven Realm.

"Everyone, guess who will be able to win the peach this time?" Zhen Wuyang leaned down and asked.

"It's the second son." A long-bearded old man stroked his beard and smiled.

Another black-robed old man retorted, "Fourth Young Master is not weak."

"The third son is the last person who might win the fairy peach. If the old man is not mistaken, he already has a preliminary understanding of the fairy style."

Hundreds of elders in the heavenly court expressed their opinions, but generally they pointed the candidates to the second son, the third son, and the fourth son.

Zhen Wuyang seemed to have other answers. He leaned down to look at the sculpture-like Uncle Yu and said, "Yu Chang, what do you think?"

Uncle Yu raised his head, his turbid and deep eyes seemed to be looking at the heaven through the flowing clouds.

"The little guy next to the little emperor is not ordinary."

"So you also think that he will win the Xiantao this time?"

"Little Emperor is calm and repressed, and he won't do anything he is not sure about. Once he makes a move, everything will be a foregone conclusion."

After listening to Uncle Yu's words, Zhen Wuyang stopped talking, and followed the elders, watching the picture carefully together.

Among the vast clouds, two figures dressed as black-shirted rangers sat in the clouds, seemingly not in a hurry to compete for Xiantao, but rather like traveling.

This heaven, which carries the entire heaven, is completely composed of Gaochuan Jushui, which is quite mysterious and vast.

"Tell me, how confident can we be that we can reach the end?" On the empty clouds, the little emperor shouted, afraid that Jian Wushuang would not be able to hear it.

Jian Wushuang heard the words, "I don't know either, do my best."

"Then what if my brothers are killed again?"

"That's not easy, just kill it back, but I think in this heavenly court, they should also be more restrained, at most just make some small moves."

"No matter what this time, I have to win Xiantao, and there must be no mistake."

"So confident? I can feel that your brothers and sisters have a lot of resentment against you. Maybe they will join forces to surround you next time."

"Why, are you afraid?" The little emperor raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Of course I'm afraid, I was involved for no reason. I want to live for a few more years." Jian Wushuang lay his head up in the clouds and said leisurely.

The little emperor pouted, "Who can become Yanxian, who doesn't regard Shouyuan as nothing, you, an old monster who doesn't know how many years you have lived, are also so attached to longevity?"

Jian Wushuang felt very helpless. It has not been ten million years since he stepped into practice. Now he is called an old monster, adding some old-fashionedness for no reason.

Moreover, he couldn't explain it, it involved too much, and it was extremely likely that he would cause unnecessary trouble because of his gaffe.

I'm afraid it is difficult for these Yanxians in the Great Evolution Universe to imagine a Yanxian with a life span of only a few million years old.

After casually prevarication, the two fell into the heaven under the pull of the little emperor.

In the roaring giant water, two figures moved forward.

Yanxian, who was participating in the peach contest together, passed by, only glanced at them, and then hurriedly avoided.

Until the last moment of the fight for Xiantao, every Yanxian is unwilling to confront the son of Emperor Zhenwuyang.

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