Chapter 4870? Yuan Jun

Jian Wushuang slowly retreated, and the invisible sword had quietly condensed.

Right now, this old man, who is more than a few feet tall, seems to have walked out of the black fog. There is no power surging around his body, but the general trend that he exudes really makes no one dare to underestimate it.

He is also somewhat enlightened. Although this old man does not show the mountains and dew, I am afraid that he will not be defeated by the confrontation with Di Qing, and may even fight to a tie.

At this time, Xiaodijun stepped forward, stood in front of Jian Wushuang, and said two words nervously, "Yuanjun?"

"Huh?" The black-robed old man stared at the little emperor, with doubts flashing in his eyes.

"I'm Young Master Yan." The little emperor added.

The black-robed old man's eyes suddenly condensed, "Are you a kid Yan?!"

Xiao Dijun breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled bitterly, "It's me, I thought Yuan Jun forgot the kid."

"Good boy, it's been like this since we left." The black-robed old man disappeared suddenly, and then condensed in front of him, his eyes couldn't stop showing joy.

Seeing this scene, Jian Wushuang also breathed a sigh of relief and put away the invisible sword.

Avoiding a fight that will cost a lot of money is naturally a good result.

Xiaodijun scratched his head, "It's been too long, if I didn't remember what you looked like Yuanjun when I was young, I'm afraid I'd be in trouble today."

The old man known as Yuan Jun raised his head and smiled, and then said, "Don't worry, Yan boy, even if you don't remember what I look like, I will always remember what you look like."

"The kid understands." The little emperor also smiled.

"Okay, since you've come to see my old bones, then go and sit in my hall first." Yuan Jun waved his sleeve robe and said.

The little emperor nodded, and immediately looked at Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang shook his head without a trace, with vigilance flashing in his eyes.

He smelled a bit of danger from the open hall. If he entered rashly, he might encounter an uncontrollable crisis.

"Who is this?" Yuan Jun cast a glance at Jian Wushuang.

The little emperor hurriedly added,

"This is my best friend, Brother Jian."

Yuan Jun nodded, "Since he is Yan Xiaozi's best friend, I will not expel Er for the time being, let's come in together."

After he finished speaking, his figure was like a fog, and he fluttered towards the hall.

Seeing him leave first, Jian Wushuang looked at the little emperor, frowning slightly, "How much do you know about him, and how much he hides from you, do you know?"

The little emperor was a little dumbfounded, and after a while, he said, "Yuanjun was one of the only two elders who followed me closely when I was young. Although he understood Xianyuan soon after, I have always known how he cared for me. If not, He won't leave the legacy to me either."

As he said that, he stretched out his palm and placed it on Jian Wushuang's shoulder, "Brother Jian, believe me once, Yuan Jun will never be malicious to us."

Jian Wushuang opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't speak.

The two figures immediately entered the Senran giant hall together.

What he didn't say was actually quite important.

If it is what the little emperor said, then Yuanjun died from the self-destruction of immortal origin, leaving only a trace of obsession, then the current situation is completely different from what he said.

Yuan Jun didn't die at all. In other words, his immortal source was very abundant so far, and the figure that appeared was not his last obsession, but a real immortal body that was not broken.

This is also why Jian Wushuang hesitates. After all, in the face of a hidden and extremely powerful existence, being vigilant is the correct expression.

As soon as he stepped into the giant hall, the dark and dark atmosphere dissipated a lot.

The first thing that catches the eye is the elegant pavilions, not the solemn and cold dead halls.

"Boy Yan, come and go fishing with this old man."

On a pitch-black immortal pavilion that vacated the sky, Yuan Jun was sitting on the roof of the eaves, holding a fishing rod as a sign.

"Come on." The little emperor responded and stepped up to the fairy pavilion with Jian Wushuang.

After handing him a fishing rod, Yuan Jun looked at Jian Wushuang again and said, "Boy, do you like fishing?"

Jian Wushuang nodded and said, "Shang Ke, I was addicted to it for a while when I was killing time."

"That's good, the one who can calm down is a good seedling." After throwing him a fishing rod, Yuan Jun started to catch fish with great interest.

The little emperor sat in the central position and wanted to ask some questions, but he didn't know how to speak, and he hesitated.

On the contrary, Yuan Jun opened his mouth first, "Yan boy, can Emperor Zhenwuyang change now?"

The little emperor replied, "My father is still the same. After claiming to have established Da Siyu, he settled down and has been living in the heavenly court."

"That's good, his mission has been completed, and it's time to take a break." Yuan Jun nodded when he heard the words, "Tell me, why did you think of seeing me?"

"Uh, that..." The little emperor scratched his head awkwardly, "I originally wanted to come here to accept the inheritance..."

When Yuan Jun heard this, he hurriedly looked at him carefully, "Kid Yan, is your immortal body okay?"

"No, the flaws are still there, and I still can't practice. After my father used the secret method to promote me to Yanxian, I can't make any further progress," said the little emperor.

"Damn, you belong to the bloodline of the emperor's generation, how could this happen." Yuan Jun frowned, "Isn't there any chance to change?"

"Yuanjun, I have accepted it, my father has nothing to do, it seems to be good now." The little emperor said with a light smile, "And the reason why I came here is not for myself, but to let Brother Jian Accept Yuan Jun's inheritance."

Yuan Jun heard the words and looked at Jian Wushuang again, "For him?"

"That's right, I'm just an immortal who can't cultivate. If I didn't have the protection of Brother Jian, I would have perished in the assassination again and again."

As he spoke, he told Yuan Jun about the intricate relationship between the emperors and sons.

At the end, he said quietly, "Our generation will only end the war with killing."

Yuan Jun remained silent, stretched out his hand and patted the little emperor's shoulder lightly, "I'm so sorry for you."

"However, my heritage is gone."

The little emperor did not understand what he meant, and there was doubt in his eyes.

"If you came to accept my inheritance after I destroyed Xianyuan, then you can naturally see it, but now everything has changed," Yuan Jun sighed, "Even though everything that happened, even I It can't be explained, but it actually happened."

Jian Wushuang also raised his ears at this time, he knew that Yuan Jun was going to reveal the real secret.

"The so-called Yanxian and even the Great Yanxian are ultimately nothing more than the word Xianyuan."

"Xianyuan is the real root. It is complementary to Xiangen. It is the most important thing in Yanxian. The breaking of Xianyuan means a complete fall."

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