Chapter 4727

Six CHILDES, all out, although each of their faces with a warm smile, but already undercurrent surging.

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

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

So every childe is working hard to raise their realm to the peak. After all, only in the end can they get more attention.

Just when all the immortals were ready to go 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, and was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes all looked at him.

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

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

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

The six CHILDES looked at each other at the same time, 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 have a look today." Zhen Wuyang laughed happily and waved his sleeve at the same time, "come on, tell Chen Qing to get in and let him accompany Yan'er."

"No, Emperor father, what I need this time is not Chen Qing," said the little emperor, looking at jianwushuang.

His eyes were opposite, and he said, "brother Jian, can you follow me for a while?"

All Yan Xian's eyes converged on Jian Wushuang.

Zhenwuyang also looked at the unparalleled sword, beyond the imagination of the emperor divine sense, can easily understand all you want to know.

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

At the same time, he had a feeling that he couldn't tell why. Although the realm of the young immortal didn't have much depth, it looked inexplicably very comfortable, as if there was some unknown level of connection.

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

For this big childe, who has always been reluctant to show off, and who is silent and gloomy, once he identifies things, even as an emperor, it is difficult for him to change.

The little emperor suddenly came to Jian Wushuang's face, slightly tilted his head 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 pulled the unparalleled arm of the sword, and a pair of muddy eyes seemed to want to explain something. Finally, he just whispered, "I 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 Jian Wushuang.

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

Standing outside the court of heaven, all the immortals scattered like a touch of astonishment, and the six CHILDES also fell to the heaven with their big companions.

This battle of seizing peaches, in which more than 300 Yan immortals participated, was launched.

Sitting in the heaven, the emperor zhenwuyang waved and a misty scroll made by Yan Li was reflected in the hall.

The scene in this picture is exactly the brilliant heaven.

"Everyone, guess who can win the peach this time?" Zhenwuyang hung down to inquire.

"It should be the second childe." An old man with a long beard stroked his beard and laughed.

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

"The third childe is the person who may win Xiantao at last. If I am not mistaken, he has a preliminary understanding of Xianshi."

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

Zhenwuyang seemed to have other answers. He looked down at the sculpture like Yu Bo and said, "Yu Chang, what do you think?"

Yu Bo raised his head, and his muddy and deep eyes seemed to look at the heaven through the flowing clouds.

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

"So you also think that he will win this Xiantao?"

"Xiaodijun 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, Zhen Wuyang stopped talking and watched the painting carefully with the elders.

In the vast flowing clouds, the bodies of two black Rangers sat upright in the clouds, as if they were not in a hurry to compete for Xiantao, but rather like traveling.

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

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

Jian Wushuang heard the words, "I don't know, try my best."

"What if my brothers kill again?"

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

"This time, no matter what, I will win Xiantao. There must be no mistake."

"So confident? I can feel that your brothers are very angry with you. Maybe next, they will join hands to surround you."

"Why, afraid?" The little emperor raised his eyebrows and asked.

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

The little emperor tilted his lips, "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?"

Jian Wushuang feels very helpless. It has not been thousands of years since he entered the practice. Now he is actually called an old monster, adding some old-fashioned for no reason.

And he just can't explain, involving too much, is very likely to cause unnecessary trouble because of his gaffe.

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

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

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

Yan Xian, who participated in the peach competition together, passed by. He glanced at them and hurriedly dodged.

Until the last moment of fighting for Xiantao, every Yan Xian was unwilling to fight with the childe under the throne of emperor zhenwuyang.