Chapter 4874

The sword is matchless and retreats slowly. The invisible sword has quietly condensed.

At present, this old man is more than ten feet tall, as if he came out of the black fog. There is no surge of derivative force around him, but the general trend really makes no one dare to underestimate it.

He also had some insight. Although the old man was not exposed, he was afraid that his confrontation with Diqing would not lose the wind and might even reach a draw.

At this time, the little emperor stepped forward and stood in front of the unparalleled sword. His voice was a little nervous and said two words, "Yuanjun?"

"Huh?" The black robed old man stared at the little emperor, and there was a flash of doubt in his eyes.

"I'm childe Yan." Xiaodijun added.

The black robed old man's eyes suddenly coagulated, "are you a Yan boy?!"

The little emperor was relieved and said with a bitter smile, "it's me. I thought Yuanjun had forgotten the boy."

"Good boy, since I left on the first day of junior high school, I've become like this now." The old man in black robe scattered steeply, and then condensed in front of him. His eyes couldn't stop showing the color of joy.

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

Avoiding a struggle that will cost a lot, the result is naturally good.

The little emperor scratched his head. "The years have been too long. If I hadn't remembered what Yuanjun looked like when I was young, I'm afraid I'd be in trouble today."

The old man called Yuanjun smiled up and said, "Yan boy, don't worry. Even if you don't remember what I look like, I will always remember your appearance."

"Boy, I understand." The little emperor also smiled.

"Well, since you have come to see my old bone, go and sit in my palace first." Yuan Jun waved his sleeve robe and said.

The little emperor nodded and immediately looked at the sword.

The sword matchless shook his head without trace, and his eyes flashed with vigilance.

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

"Who is this?" Yuan Jun threw his eyes at Jian Wushuang.

Xiaodijun hurriedly added, "this is my best friend, brother Jian."

Yuanjun nodded, "since you are Yan boy's best friend, I won't expel you for the time being. Come in together."

When he finished, he was like a fog and swept away towards the hall.

Seeing him leave first, Jian unparalleled looked at the little emperor, frowned and said, "do you know how much you know about him and how many things he has hidden from you?"

The little emperor was a little dumb and said a moment later, "Yuanjun was one of the only two elders who followed me when I was young. Although he soon solved the fairy source, I always knew his care for me. If not, he would not leave it to me."

Then he stretched out his palm and put it on the unparalleled shoulder of Jian, "brother Jian, believe me once, Yuanjun will never be malicious to us."

Jianwushuang opened his mouth and finally didn't speak.

The two figures then entered the forest hall together.

What he didn't say is actually quite important.

If it is what the little emperor said, the Yuanjun is from the source of immortality, leaving only a touch of obsession. The current situation is completely different from what he said.

Yuanjun didn't have a body meteorite at all. In other words, his immortal source has been very abundant so far. The body shape is not his last obsession, but a really broken immortal body.

That's why jianwushuang hesitates. After all, in the face of a hidden and extremely powerful existence, vigilance is the right performance.

As soon as I stepped into the huge hall, the dark and dark smell dissipated a lot.

The first thing that came into view was the elegant pavilions and pavilions, not the solemn and cold dead hall.

"Yan boy, come and fish with me."

On a soaring dark fairy Pavilion, Yuan Jun sat on the eaves and was holding a fishing rod.

"Here we are." The little emperor answered and stepped onto the fairy pavilion with the unparalleled sword.

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

Jian Wushuang nodded and said, "it's OK. I used to indulge in killing time for a while."

"That's good. He who can calm his mind is a good seedling." After throwing him a fishing rod, Yuanjun caught fish in high spirits.

The little emperor sat in the center and wanted to ask for some information. He didn't know how to speak and hesitated.

But Yuanjun opened his mouth first, "Yan boy, can the real emperor of Wuyang change now?"

The little emperor replied, "my father is still the same. After claiming to have established a large division, he settled down and has been living in heaven."

"That's good. His mission has been completed. It's time to have a rest." Yuan Jun nodded when he heard the speech. "Come on, how did you remember to see me?"

"Well, that..." the little emperor scratched his head in embarrassment, "I wanted to come to accept the inheritance..."

Hearing this, Yuan Jun quickly looked at him carefully, "Yan boy, your immortal body is good?"

"No, the defects are still there, and I still can't practice. My father promoted me to Yanxian with a secret method, and I can't get half an inch any more." Said the little emperor.

"Damn it, you belong to the blood of the emperor generation. How could this happen?" Yuan Jun frowned, "don't you have a chance to change?"

"Yuanjun, I've accepted it. My father doesn't have any way. It looks good now." The little emperor smiled and said, "the reason why I came here is not for myself, but for brother Jian to accept the inheritance of Yuanjun."

Hearing the speech, Yuan Jun looked at the sword again, "for him?"

"Yes, I'm just an immortal who can't practice. If I hadn't been protected by brother Jian, I would have fallen in assassinations again and again."

As he spoke, he told yuan Jun about the complex relationship between several emperors.

Finally, he said quietly, "our generation will only stop fighting by killing in the end."

Yuanjun was silent, stretched out his hand and patted xiaodijun on the shoulder, "it's hard for you."

"But my heritage is gone."

The Little Emperor didn't understand his meaning and wondered in his eyes.

"If you accept my inheritance after I destroyed Xianyuan, you can naturally see it, but now everything has changed," Yuan Jun sighed. "Although I can't explain what happened, it really happened."

Jianwushuang also pricked up his ears at this time. He knew that Yuanjun wanted to tell the real secret.

"The so-called Yan Xian and even Da Yan Xian are ultimately nothing more than the word Xianyuan."

"Xianyuan is the real foundation. It complements Xiangen. It is the most important thing for Yanxian. The fragmentation of Xianyuan means the complete fall."