Chapter 4742? Face the Wall and Punish

No one from Heavenly Court Yanxian could guess that this would be the end.

Jian Wushuang was like a glimpse of shock, forcibly breaking into every line of sight.

It's unbelievable, this is the first time that the fairy peach in the feast has been taken away by Yanxian except the seventh emperor.

Moreover, Jian Wushuang is not the great companion of the little emperor, so the fairy peach in his hand belongs to him completely.

He took out the fairy peach containing numerology shackles from his arms, and he didn't even miss it, like an ordinary fruit.

"Hey, then." Jian Wushuang smiled and threw the fairy peach to the little emperor.

A stream of light flashed across the air, and then fell into his hands.

Looking at the fruit in his hand with the power flowing, the little emperor raised his brows slightly. He only needed to take a bite, and the chance in the peach would rush into his body to help him break through.

But the next moment, when the little emperor opened and closed his palm, he divided the fairy peach into two halves.

"Hey, then." He said the same, and threw half of the peaches to Jian Wushuang.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and then bit down the peach in their hands at the same time.

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The immortal rhyme is vast, and the smoke is flowing.

In the heavenly court, which was still singing and dancing, it was extremely silent at this moment.

The Emperor Zhenwuyang, who was sitting on the throne, suppressed his anger in a pair of impressive eyes.

At his next head, several emperors were all silent and dejected.

Young Master Jiu, who had just woken up from a coma, had a cold look in his eyes.

The two figures slowly stepped into the Heavenly Court Giant Hall.

The little emperor, who had put on a luxurious court uniform, had a rare smile on his face, and he didn't care that all the eyes were coming together.

Jian Wuduo, on the other hand, was indifferent, slowly pacing forward, as if there were mountains and rivers in his chest, vaguely revealing the breath of majesty.

Facing such a scene, he did not panic at all, and even wanted to say a small scene in his heart.

Before entering Dayanhuan, the experience of standing on the top of the Divine Power Universe and controlling the Great Dao gave him an irresistible majesty in every gesture.

Even Zhen Wuyang, who was sitting on the throne, had a strange feeling of being on an equal footing when facing this young man.

But this feeling was quickly erased from his mind, and Zhen Wuyang suddenly slapped the case, "Smoke and miasma!"

All Yanxian were silent, and they naturally knew why the emperor was so angry.

In the several battles to win the peach, almost all of the taboos that cannot be committed have been committed again and again this time.

They formed a camp with each other and became the weapons in the hands of the emperors, the eagles and dogs under their seats, and there was still half of the Heavenly Court Yanxian attitude.

However, the most important point, the iron law that the heavens should not be stained with blood was broken by the little emperor and the eccentric guy beside him.

So at this moment, the Yanxians who participated in the peach competition all looked at the two with meaningful expressions.

"Don't kneel down for me, it's not a weapon!" Zhen Wuyang shouted angrily again, and his palm almost smashed the case in front of him.

However, the two figures did not move.

Jian Wushuang felt inexplicable, and looked aside with a pair of eyes.

As for the little emperor, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said lightly, "The emperor wants me to kneel, and there must be a reason. After all, I am an ineffective thing, and I can't stand in front of them."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the other six emperors, and his sarcasm was beyond words.

The Emperor Zhenwuyang was extremely angry, and he slapped the case again, "I am your father! Is this reason enough? Is it enough!"

Xiao Dijun knelt down on one knee, "Enough."

Seeing the little emperor kneeling down, Zhen Wuyang's complexion softened slightly, and a pair of eye-catching eyes glanced at Zhong Yanxian.

"It's really smoky. A good game, it's all about the end, but dozens of Yanxian have fallen. Do you have the right to ignore this iron law?!"

With a face of resentment, Young Master Yu stood up at this moment, "Back to the emperor, those Yanxian who perished were all done by Young Master Yan and the guy beside him, we didn't miss it..."

"Do you think your fault is lighter than theirs?" Zhen Wuyang looked at him, "You destroyed the peak of the gods that supported the heavens with your own hands, and you tried to break the rules and wanted to open the Xiantao ban, isn't it you?!"

Young Master Yu's cold sweat fell instantly. He didn't expect that his meaningless actions would be revealed to his true intentions, "Father, listen to me..."

"No need to explain, I will voluntarily go to Heaven to get a hundred sticks later, even one less stick!" Zhen Wuyang said angrily.

Young Master Yu's face turned pale immediately. The one hundred sticks in this heaven were all held by the big chief himself, and each stick was enough to make ordinary Yanxian suffer incomparably.

This hundred sticks down, I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to get out of bed for a hundred years!

"Yes." Young Master Yu gritted his teeth and returned to his seat, and Young Master Mo, who was not dealing with him, almost laughed out loud.

Zhen Wuyang said solemnly, "I'm very disappointed by your performance in this battle of Xiantao. Later, everyone will voluntarily go to the heaven to lead fifty sticks to introspect!"

All Yanxian had a bitter look on their faces, and they didn't get much benefit from participating in the Celestial Feast, but in the end they suffered fifty sticks.

But no one dared to refute, all of them hand in hand, "Follow the order."

At this time, the little emperor coughed falsely, and a tinge of red appeared on his already pale cheeks.

"Father, Young Master Yan is too weak to lead the stick..."

When Emperor Zhenwuyang heard the words, he nodded and flicked his hand, "Young Master Yan is exempted from punishment, and the rest of the others are punished as usual."

As soon as this statement came out, the other six emperors were all angry, glaring at the little emperor, but they didn't dare to say anything, for fear of getting a few more sticks.

It seems that he was afraid that Zhong Yanxian would think that he was partial, and Zhen Wuyang then said, "But Young Master Yan's behavior is bad, so he will be punished to listen to the wind platform and face the wall for ten years."

It's good not to say this, as soon as he said it, all Yanxian's eyes almost burned the little emperor to ashes.

It is said that it is to listen to the punishment of the wind platform, doesn't it mean that it is more suitable to go on vacation and play? !

The entire Listening Wind Terrace contains thousands of peach forests and a vast bamboo forest with immortal rhythms. Among them, there are fairy spirits in the heavenly court, and fairies can be seen dancing from time to time.

In this kind of environment, can you face the wall and think about it?

"What are you waiting for if you don't go to receive the punishment? Isn't it enough?" Zhenwu Yang's majestic voice resounded.

Hearing this, all Yanxian rushed out of the heavenly court, for fear of taking the next step.

Taking a deep look at the little emperor, there was a gloomy and violent flash in Gong Zijiu's eyes, and then he paced out of the heavenly court.

For a time, only a hundred figures remained in this huge heaven.

Every elder looked at Xiaodijun and Jian Wushuang with great interest, and seemed to have a great interest in their combination.

Looking at Jian Wushuang with supreme coercion, Zhen Wuyang said in a low voice, "Why don't you go and receive the punishment?"

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