All the six CHILDES went out. Although each of them had a warm smile on their face, they had already been surging in the undercurrent.

This is the best performance opportunity, which is directly related to their position in the hearts of the real Wuyang emperor and 100 elders.

In these several disputes of seizing peaches, childe Jiu has become a proud existence. Even those elders have favored him and have a hidden meaning of replacing the little emperor.

Therefore, every childe has made every effort to raise their realm to the peak. After all, only in the end can they get more attention.

When all the Yan immortals were ready and went down to the heaven, an understated voice sounded in the heaven, "emperor father, I will also participate in this peach competition."

Zhenwuyang wrapped all the Yan immortals in the heaven. They were stunned for a moment, and then they all looked at him.

The little emperor got up slowly and swept a group of Yan immortals.

"Yan'er, are you sure?" Zhenwuyang also got up, with some happiness in his eyes.

"I've never been involved, so that some people ignore existence. This time, I just want them to distinguish between primary and secondary." The little emperor's voice was low and dignified, and he looked down at the Yanxian without scruples.

The six CHILDES looked at each other, and their faces were completely different.

The childe didn't speak, but the palms in his sleeves were tightly held together.

"Well, Yan'er, I haven't seen your cultivation for a long time. I can take this opportunity to see it today." Zhenwuyang smiled happily and waved his sleeves at the same time, "come on, tell Chen Qing to roll in and let him accompany Yan'er."

"No, Emperor father, I don't need Chen Qing this time," said the little emperor, looking at the unparalleled sword.

He said, "brother Jian, can you follow me for a while?"

All Yan Xian's eyes converged on the unparalleled sword.

Zhenwuyang also looked at the unparalleled sword. He was beyond the imagination of the emperor and God, and could easily understand everything he wanted to know.

Soon he was a little confused. He was just a boy in the realm of Yanxian. In addition to his amazing talent, his physique seemed to be unique. Even he couldn't see through it.

At the same time, he has a feeling that he can't tell why. Although the realm of youth deriving immortals is not very deep, it looks inexplicably very comfortable, as if there is some unknown level of connection.

Taking back the emperor's divine knowledge, zhenwuyang nodded, "go, Yan'er."

For this great childe, who has always been reluctant to show off his mountains and dew, and is silent and gloomy, once he believes that things, even as an emperor, are difficult to change.

The little emperor suddenly came to the unparalleled sword and said, "let's go. It seems that they can't wait."

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

The thin purple robe suddenly grabbed the unparalleled arm of the sword. A pair of muddy eyes seemed to want to explain something. Finally, they just whispered, "I'll give you the little emperor."

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

The flowing clouds stretch, and the derivative force is vast.

Standing outside the heaven, all the Yan immortals scattered like a startled Hong. The six CHILDES also fell to the heaven with their big companions.

The battle of seizing peaches, in which more than 300 Yan immortals took part, was launched.

The real emperor of Wuyang, sitting in the heaven, waved and a misty picture turned by Yan Li was reflected in the hall.

The scene in this picture is the brilliant heaven.

"Everybody, guess who can win the peach this time?" Zhenwuyang hangs down for inquiry.

"It belongs to the second childe." An old man with a long beard stroked his beard and smiled.

Another old man in black retorted, "the fourth childe is not weak."

"The third childe is the last candidate who may win Xiantao. If I am not wrong, he has a preliminary understanding of Xiantao."

Hundreds of elders in Tianting expressed their opinions, but generally pointed to the second childe, the third childe and the fourth childe.

Zhenwuyang seems to have other answers. He looks down at the sculpture like Yu Bo around him, "Yu Chang, what do you think?"

Uncle Yu raised his head, and his turbid and deep eyes seemed to look into the sky through the flowing clouds.

"The little guy around the little emperor is unusual."

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

"The little emperor is calm and depressed. He won't do anything uncertain. Once he makes a move, everything will be a foregone conclusion."

After hearing Yu Bo's words, zhenwuyang stopped talking and watched the picture carefully with the elders.

In the vast flowing clouds, two Black Knights were sitting in the clouds. They didn't seem to be in a hurry to compete for Xiantao. It was like traveling.

This heaven, which carries the whole heaven, is completely composed of Gaochuan giant water, which is quite mysterious and vast.

"You say, how sure can we get to the end?" On the open flowing clouds, the little emperor shouted for fear that the sword could not be heard.

"I don't know. Do your best," the sword said

"What if my brothers kill me again?"

"That's not easy. It's just to kill them back. But I think they should restrain themselves in this heaven. At most, they just make some small moves."

"In any case, I will win Xiantao this time. There must be no mistake."

"So confident? I can feel that your brothers are very angry with you. Maybe they will come together next. "

"Why, afraid?" The little emperor asked with an eyebrow.

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

The little emperor glanced, "who can become an immortal doesn't regard Shouyuan as nothing. You, an old monster who has lived for many years, are also so attached to longevity?"

Jianwushuang feels very helpless. Mingming hasn't been in practice for thousands of years. Now he is called an old monster, adding some old spirit for no reason.

And he can't explain it. He involves too much. He is very likely to cause unnecessary trouble because of his gaffe.

I'm afraid these Yan immortals in the Da Yan universe can hardly imagine a Yan immortal with a life span of only a few million years.

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

In the surging and roaring water, two bodies move forward through the waves.

Yan Xian, who took part in the peach competition, passed by. He glanced at them and hurried away.

Before the last moment of competing for Xiantao, every Yanxian was unwilling to fight with the childe under the throne of emperor zhenwuyang.