Cheng Wushuang followed Bei Mingqing'er and walked on the street, many young gods, the corners of their mouths showed an imperceptible gloomy color, and there was a very powerful jealousy in the eyes of those people.

This kind of people are all candidates for the Holy Son, not even candidates, they yearn for the title of Holy Son, but unfortunately their own realm is not enough, in the Northern Hell Holy Clan, only the young descendants of the Heavenly God Realm have the qualifications to obtain the Holy Son.

And Cheng Wushuang broke this habit and became the holy son of the True God Realm.

In this Northern Netherworld Saint Clan, too many characters in the True God Realm felt that this was an extremely unfair thing, so jealousy was inevitable.

"It's here!"

After crossing the streets, in the end, Beiming Qing'er took Cheng Wushuang and came to a magnificent hall, where a straight figure stood above the hall.

"Daddy!"

When Bei Ming Qing'er saw the man with a serious face, she opened her mouth and shouted, and a divine thought quickly emanated from Bei Ming Qing'er's body and quietly entered the man's body.

This divine thought was reported by Beiming Qing'er to the patriarch about Cheng Wushuang's previous help to the Nine Lives God Emperor.

After receiving the information conveyed by the Divine Mind, the originally serious man in the main hall showed a rare look of surprise, and his eyes instantly fell on Cheng Wushuang's body.

"Patriarch!" Cheng Wushuang bowed his hand, which was regarded as a salute, and Cheng Qianmo and Yuesha behind him also bowed.

"No need to be polite. The patriarch smiled a little.

"I am the patriarch of the Northern Netherworld Saint Clan, my name is Northern Netherworld War, if you don't mind, you can call me Uncle Zhan. With a wave of his sleeves, the sound of his robes sounded, and the whole person walked down from the hall and came to Cheng Wushuang's eyes, smiling faintly.

His words instantly made several high-ranking elders next to the main hall change their faces, revealing a look of horror, the patriarch's words were to warn them that Cheng Wushuang's status would be transcendent to all holy sons.

"Uncle Zhan!"

Cheng Wushuang naturally understood the meaning of the Northern Underworld War, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was not polite, and directly called Uncle Zhan.

"You have a great credit for the danger of the Northern Underworld Saint Clan in the Starry Sky World, so you deserve the identity of the Holy Son. ”

Bei Shenzhan said quietly, but his eyes were looking into the distance.

Many young gods walked over, their spirits were lofty, and between their eyebrows, a fierce divine light flashed, and their cheeks were mixed with a trace of anger.

The elders in the main hall glanced at each other, that is, they knew why this group of juniors came here, as elders, they all knew that this time the rupture to give Cheng Wushuang a place of holy son was an unfair thing for many geniuses in the clan.

However, strength is respected, Cheng Wushuang does have this strength, and it is also appropriate to get the Holy Son, after all, the person who can drive away the poison of the Heavenly Dao, the title of the Holy Son, giving Cheng Wushuang is a slander against Cheng Wushuang.

Cheng Wushuang has enough means to get the status of a Supreme Elder.

After all, if the news of being able to cure the poison of the Heavenly Dao came out, I believe that many God Emperors would come here and beg Cheng Wushuang to cure the poison of the Heavenly Dao for them.

At that time, the connections that Cheng Wushuang could make were simply beyond imagination, and the geniuses in the clan, no matter how demonic they were, could not be compared with Cheng Wushuang.

"Patriarch, we don't accept this new Holy Son!" A group of outstanding geniuses in the clan came angrily, and they had come to Cheng Wushuang's side, glaring at Cheng Wushuang fiercely, and bowed to the Northern Underworld, with extreme grievance and unwillingness.

"In ancient times, the ancestors had already set the rules of the Holy Son, and only those who had cleared the Sacred Heart Forest in our clan could become the Holy Son, and they also required cultivation to reach the Heavenly God Realm. ”

"There is no arrival, only as a candidate for the Son. ”

"This is the rule left by the ancient ancestors, patriarch, you can't show favoritism. ”

The descendants of countless clan members are very jealous in their hearts, especially those who are stuck at the peak of the True God Realm, they can only be candidates for the Holy Son, as they get older day by day, if they do not break through to the Heavenly God Realm, then they will forever lose their qualification to become the Holy Son.

For this group of young gods, the Holy Son in the family is the only way to become a true Tianjiao, and only by becoming a Holy Son can he be focused on cultivating by the family, have more advanced cultivation resources, and at the same time be able to observe the high-level divine martial arts in the family and comprehend the stronger martial arts.

They couldn't forgive a person from the Star Domain World who came from the Star Domain World, and he was a member of a clan with a foreign surname, to be able to become a Holy Son, or to become an exceptional Holy Son, which was simply difficult for them to accept as a clansman of the right line.

Seeing this group of juniors who were carried away by jealousy, Bei Shenzhan couldn't help but shake his head, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he actually had some understanding of this group of little guys, after all, he broke the rules by doing this.

But it's a pity that Cheng Wushuang must become the Holy Son, and not long after, there is still a crisis in the sect of the Northern Hell Holy Clan that needs to be resolved by Cheng Wushuang.

And Cheng Wushuang's strength, the Northern Underworld War felt that even if he was a god of the main god realm, if he wanted to suppress Cheng Wushuang, it was estimated that he would not be able to do it.

"Well, since you are not subject to him, then I will give you a chance, and if you defeat him, I will withdraw the qualification of the Holy Son. ”

After speaking, Bei Shenzhan sighed, and looked at the many Tianjiao who broke into the main hall with serious eyes.

These people are all descendants of some Dharma Protector Elders, and they have good talents, but they are too proud of themselves, and it is also good to give them a little hardship to eat now.

"We are better than him, he is a figure in the early stage of the True God Realm, can he defeat our group of Heavenly God Realm people?"

When several holy sons heard the patriarch's words, they immediately burst out laughing, and looked at Cheng Wushuang with sarcastic eyes.

"Wushuang, what do you think?" asked Cheng Wushuang helplessly.

Cheng Wushuang smiled faintly, knowing that he had obtained the qualification of the Holy Son, if he didn't show a little strength to deter those arrogant Tianjiao in the clan, I am afraid that it would be a lot of trouble.

Suddenly said coldly: "Then let's compete." ”

"However, I'm not interested in competing with them one by one, so the strongest of them will come out and compete with me. ”

"If I can't win within three moves, I'll lose. ”

Cheng Wushuang said arrogantly, and his voice was loud, resounding in the hall.

Countless Tianjiao were stunned, and then they were furious.

"What a megalomaniacal!"

"This kid is so crazy that he can't even see anyone. ”

"Who does he think he is? A person from the True God Realm wants to compete with the Holy Son of the Heavenly God Realm? ”

Many young Tianjiao were angry.

And at this time, one of the strongest figures in this group of Tianjiao also walked out of the crowd, staring at Cheng Wushuang with unkind eyes, and the corners of his mouth jokingly said: "I am Bei Yingyao, the seventh rank of the Holy Son." ”

"Are you sure you want to fight me?"

(End of chapter)