After an hour of preaching, Yang Sanyang's Buddha light converged, Fu Xi thoughtfully, his eyes showed a little innate gossip, and the eighth prince who was listening to it was fascinated, but the eighth prince who was fascinated couldn't help but be stunned, and subconsciously asked: "Why don't you talk about it?"

Then swept Yang Sanyang's eyes that seemed to be smiling, his gaze instantly turned cold, his head shifted over, he raised his head proudly, and refused to speak.

Yang Sanyang smiled, showing a strange smile, he didn't pay attention to the arrogance and rudeness of the eighth prince, slowly stood up and walked towards the flower garden, and continued to sort out the Ganoderma lucidum fairy grass in the flower garden.

Looking at Yang Sanyang's back, the eighth prince's eyes became extremely complicated, and there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes, and he sighed after a long time: "It shouldn't be!"

It really shouldn't be!

It shouldn't be this way!

"The other party is only a heavenly immortal cultivator, how can he preach such an esoteric avenue, even if I only know a little about it, the avenue is so profound, mysterious, fascinating, people can't help but be fascinated...... It's not something he can preach. Even if it is the father king, or the demon ancestor, I am afraid that it will be ......" Then the eighth prince suddenly reined in his thoughts: "Impossible! What kind of cultivation is the father! What kind of realm? How can he be compared to a mere barbarian? He is only a heavenly immortal cultivator, and he dares to compete with his father, and even surpass his father?

"Impossible! Impossible! I must have thought too much about myself! I must have thought too much about myself!" the eighth prince comforted himself, his eyes showing a solemnity, and he still felt a little incredulous.

He had even subconsciously ignored that he was a giant in the dignified Golden Immortal Realm, how could he be fascinated by listening to a mere golden immortal preaching the Great Dao, and he would have such a feeling of great gain?

Because he couldn't believe it! He didn't believe it at all, how could a mere barbarian preach to himself?

Why?

Why does the other party have such ability?

But in the previous hour, the avenue he had harvested was firmly imprinted in the primordial spirit, and he couldn't fake it.

All kinds of thoughts flowed in his heart, constantly sensing what he had heard before, and his heart was a little complicated. I hope that those memories in the Yuan Shen are hallucinations, and I hope that those sermon harvests are true.

In just one hour, it is better than five hundred years of oneself to comprehend the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, what a terrifying harvest is this?

Unbelievable!

Can't believe it!

He hoped that his previous harvest was true, after all, five hundred years of Heavenly Dao Law Enlightenment, not long to say short.

But he hoped it was fake!

What virtue and ability can he have to defeat his father, or even more so than the Demon Ancestor?

As the son of the ancestral dragon, he has the right to go to the Demon Ancestor to hear the sermon, although he can't believe it, but the intuition in his heart tells him that this person's preaching is better than the Demon Ancestor's faults.

As for who is higher, he can't tell!

It's like a primary school student, if you ask him to listen to a university professor or a middle school teacher, can you tell who is high and who is low?

Can't!

It can only be said that whoever speaks well is probably aware of it!

Yang Sanyang left, and the eighth prince sat there with a tangled face, staring at Fu Xi with big eyes, but they were all silent.

After about an hour, the eighth prince finally couldn't help it, and asked, "On weekdays, does he preach like this?

Fu Xi was stunned when he heard this, his eyes were full of confusion: "Unfathomable?

"......" The eighth prince was speechless for a moment when he heard this, and all the words he wanted to say were blocked back.

What else could he say?

"Senior brother's preaching on weekdays is like this, is there any problem?" Fu Xi's innocent eyes stared at the eighth prince.

"Do you preach like this on weekdays?" the eighth prince was a little incredulous.

It's like the shock of the low-level peasants in ancient times when they heard that the emperor wanted to eat steamed buns every day!

He was shocked that the emperor could actually eat steamed buns every day! Not that the emperor had seven plates and eight bowls every day, because that was beyond his imagination.

"I listen to my senior brother preach on weekdays, that's all, what's there to make a fuss about" Fu Xi looks like you're 'fussing' and 'rare and weird' hillbilly, what else can the eighth prince say?

Can't say anything!

Fu Xi glanced at the eighth prince with disdain, then turned to leave, leaving the eighth prince sitting there, and began to fall into self-doubt that doubted his life.

Could it be that all the monks in the outside world are so strong?

Any Heavenly Immortal can capture a Golden Immortal?Any Wild Road Heavenly Immortal, the Dao of preaching is even more profound than that of the Great Luo True God?

Is it that I don't know the world anymore, or have the times really changed?

Has the outside world really changed so fast?

The eighth prince not only doubted life, but also began to doubt the world.

"Perhaps, being plundered here is not necessarily a bad thing, this man has profound deeds, and it would be a great blessing if he could preach to me day and night! ”

"Is Dao Yuan really dead?" Yang Sanyang stood in the flower garden not far away, and suddenly spoke, waking the eighth prince from his contemplation.

The eighth prince lowered his head: "It's just that you can't believe it." ”

"She said that when the sycamore tree blooms, she will come back!" Yang Sanyang was depressed: "He won't lie to me, let alone miss the appointment." ”

"When the sycamore tree blooms, she will come back!" Yang Sanyang muttered in a low voice.

The eighth prince was silent, the plane tree will bloom?

Can you not tease me?

The innate plane tree has lived for hundreds of millions of years, and no one has ever heard of flowering!

The eighth prince was silent, for fear of stimulating him, and he didn't dare to say that Daoyuan's death had a lot to do with him.

If you can't say it, don't say it, after all, no one will dislike their longevity!

"As long as I don't see her body for a day, I don't believe that she is dead! She has my blessing, how can she die so easily?" Yang Sanyang didn't believe it.

"How did you comprehend such a profound avenue, how did you preach it?" the eighth prince decided to change the subject.

"Is it profound?" Yang Sanyang raised his eyebrows: "It's average!"

The eighth prince was speechless!

What else could he say?

What else is there to say?

He decided not to talk to Yang Sanyang, so as not to be angry!

Since he was tossed that day, the eighth prince has been honest, not only honestly, but also energetic, busy in Yujing Mountain all day long, taking care of the Ganoderma lucidum fairy grass. Weeding and catching insects, diligently called Fu Xi trembling, staring at this loach all day long, for fear that he would make some trouble and accidentally cause big trouble for himself.

Fu Xi seems to have a deeper and deeper understanding of the innate gossip, and there is already a trace of mysterious origin in his body that has begun to be nurtured, and the qi is gradually condensed into a ball.

Yang Sanyang was weeding Ganoderma lucidum, and the eighth prince circled around Yang Sanyang, diligently exerting his magical powers, watering the grass and trees. Looking at Yang Sanyang's unfazed face with a side face, the eighth prince said flatteringly: "Dao Master, when did you remove this golden hoop for me?"

The taste of the golden hoop is deep in the bone marrow and soul, and he never wants to bear it once.

As for the issue of dignity, the dragons are naturally dignified, but only relative to the weak. If it was in the face of the strong, the dragon clan would still maintain the unyielding fierceness of preferring to die, and the ancestral dragon would not have surrendered to the demon ancestor for hundreds of millions of years.

Dragons can be big and small, they can fly into the Nine Heavens and Laugh Proud Star River, and they can hide in the mountains, rivers and rivers, as grass, trees, fish, shrimp, birds, beasts, insects and fish.

Can bend and stretch, can be big and small, only then can it be a dragon!

A hero doesn't suffer immediate losses, even if he really bows his head at this time, it is by no means embarrassing.

Later, I went to the golden hoop to find a way to catch it back to the East China Sea, and preached for myself day and night, when the time came, my own Taoism gained very quickly, and my own brothers would also be pressed down by themselves, and then the dragon clan would be their own world, and the dragon clan would also belong to them in the future.

If this person can preach for himself day and night, his own Taoism will increase to an incredible level, and as long as his cultivation is improved, won't his status rise to the top?

"I don't know why the laws of heaven and earth comprehended by the major are so low, but the laws of heaven and earth are so profound...... "The eighth prince ran over diligently and watered the fairy grass Ganoderma lucidum for Yang Sanyang.

"I know what you want to say, and I know what you want to say!" Yang Sanyang glanced at the eighth prince, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "As you wish, I can preach for you, and it is not impossible to remove the golden hoop on your head." ”

"I don't know what the Lord wants?" the eighth prince's heart suddenly moved.

"I can preach for you for an hour every day until you break through the Taiyi realm and are on par with the third prince. I can remove the golden hoop for you, but if you succeed in learning in the future, you still need to respect me. If you are in charge of real power in the four seas, you need to respect my Yujing Mountain edict, and there must be no disobedience!" Yang Sanyang casually pruned the flowers and plants, and then said unhurriedly.

His movements were too calm, and his tone was too contemptuous to guess what was going on in his mind.

The eighth prince's eyes froze when he heard this, and he hesitated a little in his heart.

This seems to be a bit of a big price!

If he can escape from this place, with the dragon clan's noble and virtuous means, he may not be able to remove the shackles.

"Of course, although you pay more, you get more" Yang Sanyang didn't look back, but he seemed to know what the other party was thinking: "I have some friendship with the saints, and I can promise you that I will ask the saints to make a move for you in the future." ”

Yang Sanyang sacrificed his own big killer!

"What!" The eighth prince's heart trembled when he heard this, and his eyes were full of horror: "Sage?

"Yes!" Yang Sanyang said unhurriedly.

The eighth prince's body trembled, and his voice trembled: "The Dao Master said before, please ask the saint to make a move for me once?" Xiaolong heard it right, right?"

A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Yang Sanyang's mouth, feeling the change in the attitude of the eighth prince, and he was very satisfied with the effect of this big killing weapon.

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