It is the chariot of the Holy Son of the Primordial Holy Land.

And in the world today, there is only one primordial Son.

Yang Xiu.

How dare he come?

Everyone was stunned and froze in place, not reacting for a long time.

In their imagination, Yang Xiu, who could no longer continue cultivating, would never dare to come to this grand event.

There is no other reason.

Because every Tianjiao here has been left far behind by the people in this chariot.

The dragon son is majestic.

A year ago, he was pressed by the momentum of the other party, and he could only kneel to the ground.

If the other party can keep the horror of the past.

Not really.

But he was scrapped.

Where did he get the guts?

Countless people held their breath.

Yang Xiu, who has lost his cultivation, will undoubtedly become the Tang monk meat of this grand ceremony, and everyone wants to take a bite.

Especially the demon monks led by Tenglong.

Trample under the feet the Primordial Son, who was once high above.

Not to mention the demon clan cultivators, even their casual cultivators are ready to move.

"Big sister."

The burly figure in gold armor, but his eyes lit up, took off his helmet, and shouted to the chariot humming.

Under the burly figure, there is such a small face carved in pink.

This couldn't help but make the Tenglong eyelids on the side twitch wildly.

The one who stepped on the horse, and the one who confronted him just now turned out to be such a little kid who didn't have any hair.

For a time, 10,000 grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart.

"Yuanba, have you grown so big?"

Huo Ling'er, who was driving, was full of surprise, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pinch the second prince's cheek, and said with a smile: "It's a lot taller, It's this face, it's the same as when I was a child." ”

Returned to a familiar hometown.

Huo Ling'er's whole person's spirit has changed a lot.

The demeanor is also a little more active.

"Humph!" Yuanba turned his head arrogantly and didn't talk.

But then he looked into the chariot with curious eyes.

At the right time.

Yang Xiu, who was in the chariot, slowly lifted the curtain, revealing a somewhat pale face after recovering from a serious illness.

In an instant, it was as if everyone's world had stopped.

It is really the Adi Son.

He actually came.

Everyone couldn't help but be shocked by Yang Xiu's courage.

If it were them, they would never dare to enter.

You must know that among the monks present, there are by no means a few people who hate each other like the Son of the Dragon.

"Yang Xiu !!"

Tenglong's attention was also suddenly diverted.

His expression changed from sluggish to boundless anger and hatred, and he wanted to rush up and tear it apart.

If the other party is always the young emperor, then that's fine.

But now the other party has become a wasted person.

He suddenly remembered the humiliation of that day.

Teeth creaked.

"Is it finally here?"

In the attic, Shi Yi's eyes were full of curiosity.

I am extremely curious about this peerless demon who was once regarded by the elders of the clan as the true life of the wasteland.

Even he didn't expect it.

Yang Xiu actually dared to participate in countless celestial gatherings with the body of a wasted person.

"Hmph, the shelf is quite big."

In the royal city, there are obscure eyes from time to time.

They are all heirs of an immortal family like Shi Yi.

In their opinion.

The so-called Young Emperor, who has been rare to see in the wasteland for millions of years, is just that they have not been born.

If they were born, what would this so-called Yang Xiu have?

"Ahem."

Acting in a full set, Yang Xiu walked out of the chariot with the support of Huo Ling'er.

A violent cough rang out.

Huo Ling'er frowned, looked at Yang Xiu, whose face was as pale as paper, and asked with concern, "Senior brother, are you okay?" “

Yang Xiu shook his head, "I'm fine." “

After speaking, he turned around and looked at everyone, with a calm and calm expression.

Although there is no cultivation on his body at this time, that otherworldly temperament still exists, just like an immortal, which is impossible to ignore.

"Why do you all look at me, this holy son is not a fairy."

"Moreover, today's protagonists are the second prince of the Fire Kingdom and this ......"

"Huh?"

His gaze fell on Tenglong, and Yang Xiu suddenly frowned and fell into a deep groan.

"Holy Son of the Hydra Clan, Tenglong."

The green tendons on Tenglong's forehead burst out, he glared at Yang Xiu angrily, and said through gritted teeth.

In his opinion, Yang Xiu must have deliberately pretended not to know himself and humiliated him.

They have all been reduced to waste, and they are so hateful.

However, in fact, Yang Xiu did completely forget about this person.

After all, the last time the two met.

Count the battles.

The time does not exceed a dozen seconds.

Asking him to remember the other party's name is really a little difficult for him.

Yang Xiu's serious expression couldn't help but make many people around him laugh out loud.

"Hahahaha, the Tenglong Holy Son regarded the Taichu Holy Son as a lifelong enemy, but he never thought that the other party didn't even remember his name."

"It's reasonable, after all, who will remember a little person who was killed by himself in seconds."

"I didn't expect that the Primordial Son would really come to participate in this grand event? But isn't he wasted? Hey, who is the woman next to him? Why would the second prince call each other his sister. ”

"This Taoist friend is lonely and unheard, guess why the second prince is called the second prince instead of the eldest prince?"

"What do you mean......"

Suddenly, everyone suddenly woke up.

Huo Ling'er.

The eldest daughter of the Human Emperor.

When he was young, he was sent to the primordial holy land to practice.

Not long ago, he obtained the baptism of ancient dragon qi in the Ancient Ten Thousand Dragon Sage Dojo, and his realm improved rapidly, and he built an immortal body.

As the daughter of the human emperor and the protection of the dynasty's luck, the future is promising.

Even if he cultivates now, he still hasn't broken through the Holy Realm.

When ordinary Saint Realm monks meet, it's really hard to say who wins and who loses?

Next, Huo Ling'er's words confirmed her identity.

I saw her frowning, looking at the Tenglong Holy Son in front of her with disgust, and her voice was cold.

"What kind of ability is it to bully a ten-year-old child, I'll accompany you through two tricks."

You call this a ten-year-old?

Looking at the second prince Yuanba, who was even more burly than himself, Tenglong was powerless to complain and was about to refute.

The second prince in gold armor scratched his head honestly.

"No, eldest sister, I'm going to bully this brother."

Hearing the second prince's reply, Huo Ling'er was surprised.

You must know that although he is extremely disdainful of the Tenglong Holy Son's personality in his heart, the strength of the other party's Holy Realm is real.

Even she has to be taken seriously.

Why did his younger brother, whom he hadn't seen for many years, act so relaxed?

"Eldest sister, you can watch from the sidelines."

The second prince carried the giant hammer in his hand, and once again showed an innocent smile, and then a trace of war intent appeared in his eyes, like fire, like a raging wind, blazing and shining.

"Brute, now let's continue the battle we didn't finish before."

"You're looking for !! death"

After learning the true age of the second prince, Tenglong had no will to fight in his heart.

After all, in his opinion, this is completely a little brat, even if he wins, it will not be honorable to say it.

But the words of the second prince suddenly made his eyes completely drowned in anger, and a monstrous aura erupted from his body, like an erupting volcano.

At that moment, everyone around felt a violent sense of oppression.

(End of chapter)