Yuan Gang smiled brightly on his face, looked at Yisheng on the supreme throne and said with admiration: "it is worthy of being the blood of the Lord of the country. It has extraordinary talent and amazing combat power. Xiahe won the battle by chance, which is not worth mentioning."
When hearing Yuan Gang's words, the people of the nine Heavenly Immortal Kingdom only felt a burst of nausea in their hearts, and their faces became more and more ugly.
On the surface, it seems that he is praising the nine princes, but anyone with a clear eye can see that this is humiliating the nine heavenly immortals in disguise. In particular, Yuan Gang's use of the words "lucky victory" makes the humiliation more obvious.
The attack released by Yiling was easily broken by Xiahe. Everyone could see the big gap between them.
Yiling's face was hot and her fists were clenched. Naturally, she knew that she had disgraced Xianguo, so she kept her head down and didn't dare to look at Yisheng's face.
"Step back." Yisheng spoke, and his tone was as calm as ever, which made people unable to guess his inner thoughts.
"Yes." Yiling answered and returned to the crowd with a decadent look.
At this time, Yisheng's eyes fell on Xia he, and there seemed to be a terrible idea enveloping Xia he's body. At this moment, Yuan Gang and Xia he's faces changed.
"Lord, what does that mean?" Yuan Gang's face flashed a cold feeling. Is this anger?
However, Yisheng didn't seem to hear this sentence. He didn't even look at Yuan Gang. He stared at Xiahe across the air. At this moment, Xiahe was extremely pale and tense. He only felt an invisible force flowing on his body and didn't dare to move lightly.
One thought is enough to kill such unparalleled figures as Yisheng.
A moment later, Yisheng took back his eyes. Xia he only felt his body light, and the power oppressed on him disappeared in an instant, as if he had never appeared.
"Understand the five powers of the great way and cast the Taoist body. This son should be the top in the Early Imperial territory of Liuguang holy land." Yi Sheng looked at Yuan Gang and opened his mouth faintly, as if he were just saying a simple word.
Qin Xuan looked at Yi Sheng and his heart trembled slightly. But just one look, he saw through all the power of Xiahe's practice. This is the horror of peerless power. In their eyes, there is no secret at all.
Yuan Gang heard Yi Sheng's words, but the coldness on his face didn't dissipate. He said coldly: "the Lord of the country is really kind. He condescended to peep at the bodies of later generations. It's really an 'eye opener'!"
Obviously, Yuan Gang was frightened by Yisheng's move just now.
As Yisheng said just now, Xiahe has top talent. There is no one in the Early Imperial territory of Liuguang holy land. Liusheng attaches great importance to him and plans to take him as an apprentice.
If something happens to Xiahe, it is difficult for him to explain to the Ryukyu saint, which is also a huge loss to the ryukuang holy land.
"Each other." Yisheng looked indifferent. Liuguang holy land came to test with the top arrogance, but claimed that his talent was only fair. Naturally, it was not too much for him to peep at his body.
"Do you have anyone else to fight?" Yi Sheng looked at the people behind Yuan Gang and asked.
"Fuyuan, in the early stage of the middle level emperor's territory, please teach me!" A loud voice came out, and a man came to the center of the hall. He was tall and strong, standing there like a hill, his muscles swelled and filled with an explosive sense of strength.
Looking at this person's figure, the faces of all people in the nine immortal kingdom can't help changing slightly. Even if you just feel the breath emitted by this person, you can feel that he is very powerful and a powerful martial artist.
Yisheng looked down at Fuyuan, frowned slightly, then looked outside the hall and said, "where is Qiu Jue?"
"Qiu Jue fought. It seems that he has won the battle!" When the people of the nine Heavenly Immortal Kingdom heard Yi Sheng shouting Qiu Jue's name, their faces showed a look of confidence. They seemed to be very sure of this person.
"Who is Qiu Jue?" Qin Xuan's eyes flashed a different color and asked Mu Jinyu.
"When I was in the shepherd's palace, I heard some rumors about him. He was a leader of the imperial palace. He was very evil and was accepted as an adopted son by the Lord. He was originally intended to send him to Shura hell for trial, but I didn't go there for some reason." Mu Jinyu replied.
"The adopted son of Yisheng?" Qin Xuan secretly thought that if he could be valued by Yisheng, his talent must be very outstanding.
A moment later, there was a strong smell of space outside the main hall. A slender figure in black stepped out of the void and then came to the center of the main hall.
Qin Xuan looked at him and saw that he was very handsome, with clear lines, but with a cold expression, as if he had no emotion, which made people feel difficult to get close to.
"See the Lord." Qiu Jue arched his hands towards Yisheng. Although he was accepted as an adopted son by Yisheng, he still called Yisheng the Lord of the country.
"You fight him." Yisheng looked at Fuyuan and said.
Qiu Jue turned his eyes and looked at the Fuyuan beside him. There were not too many waves in his eyes. He said, "you can't play here. Go outside and fight?"
"That's what I mean." Fu Yuan said in a deep voice. He was good at frontal combat. The space here was too small for him to let go.
The figures of the two people turned into two streamers and shot out of the hall. Then, earth shaking roars broke out in the outer space. Even at a very long distance, the people in the hall could still feel how violent the battle was.
All people looked outside the hall, and a powerful force of thought radiated out, covering the boundless area, and clearly saw the battle outside.
Fuyuan summoned the yuan soul, which was a ten thousand foot demon dragon. His body also turned into the shape of a demon dragon, and his whole body was rolling and the demon gas was flowing. His arm turned into the claw of a demon dragon, full of a terrible destructive force, as if he could tear everything apart.
Qiu Jue was bathed in the thunder light, like a thunder god of war, holding a silver magic gun. There were continuous purple thunder arcs on the magic gun, making a hissing sound. I don't know how powerful it is.
"Bang!" A bang came out, and their figures burst out at the same time.
Qiu Jue's body disappeared, as if it had turned into a terrible lightning, and the heaven and earth turned into a thunderbolt world. Countless thunders fell one after another, tearing the void apart like a thunderstorm, trying to strangle everything in it.
However, Fu Yuan seemed to have no fear and stepped directly into the thunder world. He let a thunder robbery bombard his body. He seemed to feel no pain. The sharp claws of the demon dragon kept sticking forward and tearing apart the thunder world.
Finally, with the sound of a burst, the thunder world burst apart, and a figure flew out of the void. His clothes were broken and extremely embarrassed. This person was Qiu Jue!