Beside Emperor Xuanhuang of Lingxiao Gate, there stood a woman covered from head to foot with a white cloth, revealing only those sharp eyes.

"The other is standing alone, but he has the strongest breath on him, and he should disdain to be in the company of them. ”

Song Beiping said.

The man had fiery red hair all over his body, like a god of fire, and carried a large red plate axe behind him, which at first glance belonged to the kind that could not be provoked.

"Well, which one are you going to pick?"

Seeing that his task had been completed, Song Beiping also breathed a sigh of relief and began to prepare to help the real demon with advice.

"Nature picks the purest blood. ”

The real demon's eyes turned red and began to analyze the blood of the three Xuan Emperors.

"I feel that the red-headed Xuanhuang with the axe on his back has pure blood, otherwise how could he be like this. ”

Song Beiping observed for a few minutes and then said.

"That's what he cultivated, among the three of them, his bloodline is a mess, and the seventh layer of the Xuanhuang Emperor is piled up by age. ”

The real demon said disdainfully, his eyes can see through all the void and reality in the world, and he can see the bloodline at a glance.

"In this way, no one should look good, and the sea should not be measured. ”

Listen to your words, and win ten years of cultivation.

"The purest bloodline should be the man with the national character face, and the armor on his body is not found from the outside world, but passed down from his ancestors. ”

Even if the armor was damaged, Song Beiping was still slightly frightened when he saw it.

"He has royal blood, and he is very close to his ancestors, otherwise he would not have reached Emperor Xuan in three hundred years. ”

The real demon said flatly.

"It's such an exaggeration, it's been Emperor Xuan in three hundred years. ”

Song Beiping was a little unconvinced, you must know that a peerless wizard like Long Ao, the master of the Dragon Gate Gate, had spent more than two hundred years cultivating time.

"You're surprised? Wouldn't your jaw drop if you knew that the woman was only over a hundred years old?"

The real demon looked at the woman who was wrapped all over her body, and looked at Song Beiping strangely.

"My lord, you're not kidding, are you? Aren't you the strongest Xuanhuang Fu with the face of the country, it's been more than two hundred years, she?"

Song Beiping really doesn't believe it, who wouldn't brag about it, he himself has been Emperor Xuan for more than ten years, who believes it?

"Naturally not, her bloodline is indeed not as strong as that country face Xuan Huang, but her cultivation resources are dozens of times, or even hundreds of times stronger than that country face. ”

The woman's blood was full of the fresh fragrance of medicinal herbs, and if ordinary bloodlines wanted to have such a strong smell of medicinal herbs, the resources required would at least pile up, and all of them would be worth a lot.

In other words, she is not a lone ranger at all, and most likely the daughter of the patriarch of a large family. ”

It is impossible for an ordinary family to have so many resources to support a person, but it is impossible to know which big family it is.

"If you are like this, then you can't choose her, you have to be the Emperor Xuanhuang. ”

When Song Beiping heard this, he also somewhat understood why he was able to cultivate into Emperor Xuan for a hundred years.

"It seems that I can catch up with the red-haired Xuanhuang. ”

Song Beiping sighed slightly, his bloodline is definitely not as good as the man with the national character face, and there is no endless endowment in the family to pile him up on the Xuanhuang, so he can only rely on his age, and then choose an ordinary avenue at random to ascend to the Xuanhuang.

Bang!

The fiery huge plate axe descended and fell straight in front of Song Beiping, if it weren't for the real demon using his mysterious power to resist the attack wave for him, I'm afraid he would have been knocked away by the shock wave now.

"Doll, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. ”

The red-haired Xuanhuang in the distance was no longer in place, but instead descended and landed beside the red plate axe.

"You're a good guy to block my blow. ”

The red-haired Xuanhuang looked at the real demon with satisfaction, and then looked at Song Beiping with his eyes like fire.

"Fire demon, use your mouth if you have anything, don't be rude all the time. ”

Qinglong saw that it was Song Beiping, and immediately came to Song Beiping's front to block the gaze from the fire demon.

"You should ask him about this, a generation, hiding behind him to talk about Darao, and he didn't hide it, and, Qinglong, when I dominated the entire east, you still followed Long Ao's doll and just embarked on the road of cultivating immortals. ”

The fire demon put the red plate axe on his back again, and looked at the green dragon playfully with his fiery beard.

"Senior Hong, your name is naturally clear, but now is not the time to discuss names. ”

Hearing this, Qinglong also clasped his fists and saluted.

This fire demon was a legend hundreds of years ago, but now he has long since retired to the rivers and lakes, built an ancient castle, and gone to the Emperor Road.

But this time, it was a bit of a surprise to see him again.

"Okay, it's not difficult for the old man to be for these generations, after all, he came today for a big purpose. ”

The fire demon took the axe and walked towards the desolate place in the distance.

"It's been 10,000 years, I thought it would be over, but yesterday the group of people in the Internet Club told me that the master has reappeared, and the demon is peerless, and I want to come to me to support such a person with fire demons, and I will die without regrets. ”

The fire demon's gaze was deep, as if he had returned to that day and night ten thousand years ago.

"Are you alright?"

Qinglong asked Song Beiping, and there was some surprise in his eyes when he looked at the real demon.

Taixuan Zhenrao's name is well-known in Longmen, but it is reversed.

But now that he saw it, his aura was lofty, and he was able to resist the blow of a 10,000-year-old monster like the Fire Demon, which made Qinglong feel incredible.

"Thank you, Lord Qinglong. ”

Song Beiping said gratefully, the appearance of the fire demon just now, even if his personality changed greatly, the fear still came from his bones.

"Hey, you two, how can you discuss the fire demon behind your back, he has a hot temper, a withdrawn personality, and has lived alone for thousands of years, so it's not bad that he didn't stone you to death. ”

Qinglong said helplessly, this fire demon, even the door master Long Ao gave him three points, not because he was afraid, but when he was weak, he received his favor many times, the grace of dripping water, and the spring reciprocated, but the fire demon is not rare.

"Okay, Song Beiping, if you really can't go back to the team and stay, this white wall will be cracked immediately, and when the white tiger comes, you will hide behind her and go to school."

After the green dragon finished, he immediately returned to the front of the dragon gate team, looking at the abyss.

"You've all changed because of your blood oath, but it's just the mask that you see. ”

The real demon had thought about this for a long time, but he didn't want to hit him from the bottom of his heart, but now he had to.

"Think about it, is it important to fulfill the blood oath, or to finish this life. ”

The real demon patted him on the shoulder, and then left, secretly observing the middle-aged man with a Chinese face, only Song Beiping, who was a friend, did everything he should do, and the rest could only be up to himself.

The fire demon made such a fuss, and it would not make him change his goal, let alone hate the fire demon.

It's as if someone is talking about him now, then his actions must be draining his blood.

What's more, listening to Qinglong, the fire demon's interpersonal relationship is much more complicated than this solitary appearance.

Kill him by yourself, I'm afraid that the things involved are not something he can resist, and it is safer to deal with this middle-aged man.

As for the wrapped woman, she definitely didn't come for this group of treasures, he didn't believe that a big family pearl would come thousands of miles away for these treasures that were precious but not rare.

"The front has arrived. ”