The Holy Palace, the central area.

This is the important place of the Holy King's Palace, and the level of security is more terrifying than anywhere else in the Holy King's Palace.

And here, there is a huge mountain standing, the mountain is like a sharp gun, straight into the sky, quite spectacular.

At the top of the mountain, there is a majestic hall standing upright, this hall, about a thousand feet high, the golden and brilliant hall body, seems to show its difference.

And this is also the highest place of power in the Holy King's Palace, the Temple!

When Ye Jiechen followed Yang Zhong's figure and swept out, in about a moment, Yang Zhong led them to the top of this huge mountain.

The majestic temple stands in the center of the mountain.

Although this temple does not have a special formation blessing, the momentum that unintentionally exudes has a bit of solemn majesty.

"It's here!"

After arriving at this temple, Yang Zhong's body quickly fell and said in a low voice.

Hearing this, Ye Jiechen and Ling'er's eyes also glanced at this temple, compared to other temples, this temple was obviously more magnificent and amazing.

"After entering, speak well, Lord Saint King is not as gentle-tempered as me!"

Yang Zhong reminded in a low voice, he knew that Ye Jiechen was an extremely arrogant person.

It's just that although Yang Zhong can tolerate this kind of temperament, his status as a holy king is noble, and it is difficult to say whether he can tolerate it.

"Hmm!"

Ye Jiechen nodded, but there was no emotional change on his face.

is about to meet a top powerhouse in heaven and earth, but from Ye Juechen, there is no tension and stage fright.

Seeing this, Yang Zhong sighed lightly, and without saying anything more, he walked forward slowly.

Stepping into the temple, the slightly dim shadow completely enveloped the whole body of Yang Zhong and the others, and under this shadow, it seemed that the atmosphere had quietly undergone a huge change.

Invisibly, from the depths of the temple, there seemed to be an indescribable supreme aura, constantly rippling, making the surrounding space a little undulating.

Walking through the corridor of the temple, the scene in front of me suddenly became wider.

In the depths of the main hall, it is not a splendid and luxurious place, but a quaint and pure compound.

The clear pool water flows in the courtyard, and a faint air lingers on it, and occasionally you can see ripples on the water surface, as if something is passing by.

"Wait here first!"

Before walking to the compound, Yang Zhong whispered.

Immediately, his figure stepped forward, walked forward, and finally stood in front of the courtyard and arched his hands.

"Lord Saint King, the results of the Martial Arts Competition have come out, and the champion has also arrived!" Yang Zhong said in a low voice.

When these words fell, the courtyard was quiet for a while, and then a voice came out: "Come in together!"

Hearing this, Yang Zhong exhaled lightly, as if he was in awe of this holy king.

"Let's go!"

Yang Zhong beckoned and said to Ye Jiechen and Ling'er.

Hearing this, Ye Jiechen took Ling'er and walked into the courtyard, there was nothing luxurious in the courtyard, only a few stone tables and a green plum tree.

It's just that the green plum tree, which seems to be hundreds of years old, has lush branches extending out, and the plum leaves are numerous, as if forming a shadow that covers the sky, falling down, covering most of the yard.

Occasionally, a light breeze blows, and some leaves sway in the wind. The whole compound gives people a kind of old monk living in the deep mountains and old forests.

At the very front of the compound sat a middle-aged man.

The latter is tall, his eyes are slightly closed, and his breath is breathing, which seems to make this space stable and condensed.

The surging vitality of heaven and earth surrounded him, as if he was the master of this heaven and earth.

"See the Holy King!"

Yang Zhong walked in front of him and arched his hand, respectfully.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes, and in those eyes, it seemed to contain the sun and the moon.

The middle-aged man stood up, his eyes first looked at Yang Zhong, and then at Ye Jiechen and Ling'er.

It's just that when Ye Jiechen saw the middle-aged man in front of him, he frowned.

"Don't meet the Holy King yet!"

Yang Zhong hurriedly urged in a low voice.

However, Ye Jiechen's figure still stood still, and his deep eyes were firmly fixed on the middle-aged man in front of him.

This gaze can even last for tens of breaths.

After a long time, he shook his head and sighed in a low voice, "You are not him!"

"Huh?"

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man in front of him also frowned, and his face seemed to be a little unhappy, but he did not have an immediate attack.

"Ye Juechen, don't meet the Holy King yet!"

Yang Zhong also hurriedly shouted at this time, and his voice had already increased a lot, as if he was warning.

It's just that Ye Jiechen still shook his head, sighed, and explained:

"You are not the person I am looking for, the person I am looking for is an old man, he is also a holy king, but it is not you, and his strength is not comparable to you!"

Ye Jiechen didn't know the Saint King in front of him at all, and the Saint King he knew had already reached the level of returning to the basics.

And the Saint King in front of him, although his strength is strong, is far inferior to that old man.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Yang Zhong hurriedly let out a low voice, and at this moment, his face was already flushed, and he seemed to be a little angry.

Such a change was far from being expected by him.

In the past, the champions of martial arts competitions, which one was not respectful to the Holy King.

But now Ye Juechen, not only did not bow down, but also stood up straight and talked to the Holy King, which was completely disrespectful.

However, after hearing Ye Juechen's words, the middle-aged man's face showed some surprise, and he immediately raised his hand to stop Yang Zhong.

Then, his eyes looked at Ye Jiechen again, and chuckled: "Junior, do you know who I am? I am the Saint King of the Saint King's Palace!"

Hearing this, Ye Jiechen shook his head.

"But what I'm looking for is not you, but an old man, before he became a Saint King, he was called Yun Tianzun!" Ye Jiechen said indifferently.

"Yun Tianzun?"

After hearing this title, the middle-aged man and Yang Zhong were also stunned at the same time.

Yun Tianzun.

This is no stranger to these people.

Because, this is the first generation of the Holy King of the Holy King's Palace, and it is also the old Saint King with the highest rank and strength in the Saint King's Palace.

It's just that the old Holy King has been in seclusion for hundreds of years, and he has long since abdicated and ignored the affairs in the Holy King's palace.

On this Holy King Mountain, many people already thought that the old Holy King had sat down.

The only people who really knew that the old Saint King was still alive were only a few high-ranking people in the Saint King Mountain.

But how did Ye Jiechen know?

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