Chapter 621

"Who are these two people? Why do they feel so strange?"

"Is it a descendant of an emperor or a sub emperor who is not very popular in his family?"

"It's very possible. The white haired young man is nine feet tall and has an extraordinary physique. The 12-year-old boy next to him doesn't have anything special."

"You all guessed wrong. I know something. The two young friars just hit luck."

"Oh? What do you say?"

"When they boarded the boat, Ben Dao saw with his own eyes that the two young friars had no source at all, and could not even pay the expenses of Tianjia cabin. Finally, they let Yinglong come forward and let them on the Yulong."

"It's Mr. Rong again. Mr. Rong is young, but he has the style of his ancestors. He deserves to be born in the imperial family. It's not easy. However, the two teenagers really had a good chance. They were lucky enough to pull up Mr. Rong's line. Hehe, so this luck is also a part of their strength."

"You're mistaken. Those two teenagers just happened to ride in the same boat with several descendants of emperors for a while. They are young and have no background. They are a real Dan first-class and a real Dan second-class. Although they are geniuses at their age, they are far less than the geniuses like young master Rong. After the Yulong, they won't have anything to do with young master Rong any more."

"That's right. Hehe, strength determines everything. It's a pity."

Luo Chuan walked among the crowd, feeling the envy or jealousy of the young friars. Listening to their comments, his heart was like a mirror, the dust was not stained, let alone any waves.

Ziyun on one side also heard the comments of the young friars. He could his state of mind and wouldn't think much.

They swaggered beside the descendants of the emperor, looking calm and calm. In the eyes of the monks around, they were like two petty thieves who occupied the stool but didn't know how to keep a low profile. They soon attracted some dissatisfied eyes.

"The entrance to the control cabin is sealed?" Rong Xiaojia looked at the white rotten meat at the entrance and stopped.

"That's... Taisui." Cheng Xiaobing whispered.

"It's too old."

"Sure enough, I guessed right before. Look, even the descendants of the emperor said."

"It is recorded in ancient books that Taisui is a product of ancient times. It is an exotic animal with strong defense. Even if it is broken up, it can be reorganized. After the great annihilation, Taisui has little left, and the only remaining ones are captured. They are often used by immortal friars to refine giant flying magic weapons, which can bond cushioning and resist the turbulence of the void."

The young monks behind him talked about it one after another.

After Rong Xiaojia and his party, Luo Chuan smiled. He vaguely guessed that the Taisui who blocked the entrance of the channel was the first assessment of the second round of trial!

Luo Chuan's memory about Tai Sui emerged in his mind. Tai Sui's defense is indeed amazing, but it can also be graded. Five hundred years of Taisui can stop the fourth order friars of ordinary Zhendan from hitting with all their strength, one thousand years of Taisui can stop the fourth order friars of ordinary infants from hitting with all their strength, and two thousand years of Taisui can stop the fourth order friars of Guixu from hitting with all their strength.

Luo Chuan was thinking, and suddenly two bursts of footsteps sounded in his ears. They were very solid and powerful, showing people's huge self-confidence. However, there are slight differences. The footsteps on the left are domineering and arrogant, while the ones on the right are peaceful and full of publicity.

These two bursts of footsteps, one left and one right, are like huge stones thrown into the center of the lake, breaking the tranquility of Luochuan heart lake.

Luo Chuan raised his head and saw two young friars nearly ten feet tall, dignified and magnificent, each leading six friars with extraordinary appearance and bearing.

The man with overbearing and arrogant steps on the left has thick eyebrows, wide eyes, rolled nose, cracked lips and big ears. His facial features can be said to be extremely ugly. However, when they are matched together, they show a particularly attractive heroic demeanor. What's more amazing is that his whole body is like copper water, and his high raised muscles are full of an amazing impact.

Luo Chuan's heart jumped. He didn't need to read Tianmen's Dharma. At a glance, he saw that the monk's body was tough and explosive. He didn't lose to Luo Chuan's own body on the third floor of Longyu. He didn't know what kind of magic skill he had cultivated.

For a long time, among his contemporaries, Luo Chuan has not met anyone who can compete with him at the physical level.

Not to mention his peers, when he was in Tiannan region, Luochuan's flesh body was the best in the world.

Now when he meets such a figure, Luo Chuan can't help but give birth to a heart of struggle and vaguely wants to compete.

The friar walking on the right is a standard beautiful man. His white face, thin and long lips, high nose and clear and deep eyes are enough to make ninety-nine percent of women fall. Compared with the monk on the left, his bearing is more dusty and ethereal. He is alone in the world, and there is a mystery that is difficult to see through. Combined with his deep eyes, he fascinates women.

In addition to Qi Xinyue's withdrawal after two eyes, almost all the women present looked at him, including Xiao rou. She looked at the monk like Ziyun. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. She glanced secretly from time to time. She wanted to say hello, but she was very shy.

Luo Chuan couldn't see the intention revealed in xiaorou's eyes. He tightened his heart and turned his eyes to the purple cloud beside him.

Although Ziyun was simple, he was not a fool. He looked at xiaorou motionless. He saw the man's way along xiaorou's eyes. His eyes suddenly darkened and slowly dropped his head.

"Xiao Yun." Luo Chuan whispered and patted Ziyun's back quietly. The whispered voices of young monks behind him sounded in his ears.

"I can't imagine that even these two came. I heard someone mention it before. I thought it was a joke."

"Who are these two?"

"Even they don't know... In the nine heavenly realms, the descendants of emperors and sub emperors all rank in talent potential. The one on the left is yuan Shitian, who ranks seventh in the list of young princes. He is the talent potential of top talents. The one on the right is ran Fengjun, who is also the talent potential of top talents. They are fourth in the list of young princes. They are not old Big, but they have broken through the second order of Guixu. One is yuan and the other is ran. You don't have to introduce their background and life experience again? "

"Are those two..."

"Yes, exactly."

Luo Chuan listened to the monks' comments and couldn't help recalling the four young princes in Tiannan. Compared with these real young princes, the title of the four young princes seemed so nondescript.

At this time, Luo Chuan only felt a look like mountain thunder coming at him.

Luo Chuan raised his head and saw yuan Shitian.

Yuan Shitian looked at Luo Chuan's body carefully from top to bottom. On the surface, his eyes were as overbearing and arrogant as others, but Luo Chuan could feel the hidden abnormality in the depths of his eyes.

Just at a glance, yuan Shitian's eyes turned to Rong Xiaojia, and the cracked lip corner bent an arc, showing a hint of ponder: "you guys are here too? You're a little older, so you'll learn from others to take part in the trial and win the prize. If you were your big brother, there might be a little hope, but you..."

Hearing the speech, Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiaobing looked slightly ugly. They looked at Rong Xiaojia next to them, pursed their mouths and didn't speak.

Rong Xiaojia raised his head and met yuan Shitian without fear: "why can't we come here?"

Yuan Shitian smiled faintly and didn't speak. A few low smiles came from behind him.

"Just because your brother lost seven moves to brother yuan three years ago, he hasn't recovered his mood yet. Your brother is still like this, not to mention you."

"This Outland trial is doomed to be extremely dangerous and difficult. It's far more difficult than previous trials. It will never be such a trifle as you think. It's better to go back early than lose your face again."

The monks behind yuan Shitian whispered and laughed. They looked at Rong Xiaojia's eyes, more like half of the children who came out to play.

These friars' bearing is half higher than those behind Hong Gongliu and Qi Xinyue. Obviously, they have a higher background. They obviously don't deal with the purple dragon family. It doesn't matter to ridicule Rong Xiaojia.

Rong Xiaojia clenched his fist, and the young man's green and astringent face rose two circles of blush, raised his head and sneered: "When my grandfather was seventeen years old, he had fought against flying dragons alone in the primitive forest in the north. This Taoist priest has just seventeen this year. Why not leave the purple sea world and come to an Outland thousands of miles away to participate in the trial! Listen to God's destiny. Whether success or failure, it is just an experience on the road to the Tao, that's all."

Rong Xiaojia's words resounded, and the surroundings suddenly quieted down.

"I can't see. I'm young. I've learned how to raise disciples." yuan Shitian smiled inexplicably, turned his conversation, and looked away at Luo Chuan.

The descendants of the emperor behind him also looked at Luochuan and Ziyun. They were silent for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"The Purple Dragon Emperor I is an owl bully. He has 3000 disciples. They are all heroes in the field. It's amazing. Young master Rong's disciples are..."

"The two seats in Tianjia cabin have only been replaced by one real Dan first-class and one real Dan second-class. Young master Rong wants thousands of gold and bones, but he can't want all kinds of bones."

"Young master Rong, Outland is dangerous. It's really not a place for you to play. You'll arrive in Gaotian later. Take your two disciples and go early."

Listening to the taunts and sarcasm, Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiaobing became more and more ugly. Yan Xiaoyi turned his head and gouged out Luo Chuan and Ziyun, showing resentment.

Feeling the young monks' gloating and watching the good play behind him, Luo Chuan lowered his head and Xinhu was as calm as ever, but he vaguely felt that yuan Shitian was not just using him to attack Rong Xiaojia, but intentionally or unintentionally shifted the topic to himself.

Did this person notice something?

Luo Chuan was thinking, and suddenly there was a sound in his ear.

"The Tao asks you to go on the boat, but because meeting is fate, there is no other meaning, you don't have to think about it. With the Tao, you don't have to panic. They just talk about it and won't take you."

Rong Xiaojia's voice was as high as ever, but Luo Chuan listened to his concerns.

Luo Chuan smiled inexplicably, raised his head and looked towards yuan Shitian.

Feeling Luo Chuan's eyes, yuan Shitian's broad eyes were slightly bright, and a smile that was almost difficult to detect was revealed at the corners of his mouth, which was thought-provoking.

Just then, there was a loud bang on the other side, but a friar in cabin B punched Taisui who blocked the entrance.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to the past.