Now, the huge Tai Chi Hall is so gloomy and terrifying.

Originally, more than a dozen elders had been working together for a long time. In order to express the position of Kunlun Palace, and even indirectly suppress the Medicine King Valley of the Feather Clan, they were preparing to let the small servant who had become a disciple of Yue Zun to participate in this ranking competition.

If Luo Chen said it is true, this choreographer might have a great momentum to win the championship. If he really wins the championship, wouldn’t Kunlun Palace be so embarrassed?

Doesn’t that mean, the Kunlun Palace of our Heavenly Clan is the same blind man as the Medicine King Valley of the Feather Clan?

"Is the information wrong?"

When this question sounded, more than a dozen eyes fell on the body of the ancestor Hongjun.

Sitting on the top of the bench with the dragon head, holding a crutch in his hand, and stroking his beard without saying a word, the ancestor Hongjun glanced at everyone in the hall.

"It's over, let's see what kind of answer this little fox can give after the competition starts tomorrow." His voice was extremely heavy and steadily, echoing in all directions of the Tai Chi Hall.

"But what if he really wins and he asks for a priceless treasure?"

There was another silence in this huge hall.

As if it was a final blow, Ning Yu Shangxian from Shanhai Peak, with the silver bell-like voice, took over the sentence: "No, you see, they came empty-handed, so shabby, maybe they just looked at the treasure of our Kunlun Palace and deliberately chose this time."

Looking at the elders in front of you and say a word to me, Old Ancestor Hongjun glanced at Luo Chen's expression of desire to speak but stopped, raised his hand and roared: "Silent!"

In the blink of an eye, there was no sound.

"Luo Chen, you have anything to say, but it doesn't matter." He looked at Luo Chen's cheek from top to bottom, majestic.

The child in his eyes bowed and bowed, with a little discouraged look. He glanced at the immortal Ning Yu from Shanhai Peak: "To be honest, when my disciple delivered breakfast today, he pushed open the gate and saw Amaterasu, one of the ancient beasts, sleeping in the yard very casually. On the other side, when the disciple Yuezun practiced swords, his clothes were made by the priceless Yunjin Nichang."

He raised his eyes slightly, and as expected, the expression of the immortal Ning Yu in front of him was exactly the same as when he saw Fu Chen early in the morning. He opened his mouth wide and looked at Luo Chen incredibly.

"This! How is this possible!" Then he burst out laughing, "You are not a frog in the well, you treat all the slightly better-looking materials as Yunjin Nichang!"

Luo Chen pursed his lips slightly, heading towards the direction of the ancestor Hongjun, and his tone was even more affirmative: "Disciple is sure that it is Yun Jin Nishang."

Accompanied by Ning Yu Shangxian's disdainful laughter, the expressions on the elders' faces became even more exciting.

Even the old ancestor Hongjun, who was sitting on a high place, had a trace of sweat seeped out from his hands holding the crutch.

After a while, his eyes fell on Mo Chuanshang Shen and stroked his beard: "Let's do this, tomorrow's first game, I'll arrange for Mo Chuanshang Shen as the referee, so let the little fox fight first, and you guys all see if we need to do something in advance to maintain the face of Kunlun Palace."

The word "face" is very important.

The ancestor Hongjun, an important minister of the older generation of the Heavenly Clan, has had an important weight since the age of the Old Heavenly Clan. Even Fusang, who is already above the top of the Heavenly Clan, still dare not act rashly on him.

In addition to his own strength, there is another important reason, that is, the Kunlun Palace where the ancestor Hongjun is located has a unique dragon vein in the world, and with the help of this power, countless outstanding soldiers of the heavenly clan have been born.

Even though Fusang was scheming and cunning, he still placed himself in the position of the leader who led the Heavenly Clan to achieve the greatest benefit.

Therefore, he had no reason to touch Hongjun's ancestor.

Fu Chen also knew this very well.

The more you know this, the harder Fu Chen's sword became.

When Zhaoyue felt a little uncomfortable, she pushed away Heitanzhao's tail, unbuttoned the fox fur on her body, and pulled her collar and greeted her angrily when she returned to her clothes, Fu Chen was still practicing intently.

She looked up at the midday sun, raised her hand and scratched her head: "Are you planning to practice for days and nights?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Yue was shocked by Fu Chen in front of her. She just took a nap. After only three hours, the sword in front of her was so fast that she could find her gaze a little harder.

Almost ten times the speed during the initial practice, the sword energy around him seemed to form a cover, cloaking him in it. The faint blue light accompanied by the afterimages, and nine sword shadows stood behind him.

Zhaoyue's mouth was opened, and she raised her hand and took a peeled orange by the table and stuffed it into her mouth.

The prince of this Heavenly Clan is truly worthy of being the number one war god in all directions. He taught him ten tricks, and he could actually evolve such a thing.

If I were to face him with swords at this time...

Zhaoyue was shocked and was a little afraid to think about it.

With a whisper, Fu Chen steadily put his sword in his arms. Almost at the same time, the door of the yard was opened by Luo Chen. He was holding lunch, and when his eyes fell on Zhao Yue, his eyes were almost falling off.

I thought it was a piece of cloud brocade and colorful dress, but now it seems that everyone has a piece of cloud brocade and colorful dress!

The dark skylight in her clothes was rarely raised in front of outsiders and turned around to avoid Luo Chen's sight.

But with such a big move, how could the person in front of him not notice it?

If you use a word to describe Luo Chen's expression at this moment, you will probably be about to cry.

"Yuezun, although I guessed it, I still want to ask for a certificate. Is the clothes you are made of Yun Jin Nishang?"

Zhaoyue broke off a petal of orange and stuffed it into her mouth, nodded: "Yes, Yunjin Nishang."

No matter how I said that, it was difficult for Luo Chen to tell who ate the orange, which was so sour!

Perhaps because he guessed what he thought, Zhao Yue burst into laughter and stuffed another orange into her mouth: "It is not surprising that my Yuemen disciples are all made of Yunjin Nishang in winter."

It's no surprise, it's strange!

Luo Chen didn't know what expression he used to bring lunch into the house, but he knew that he must have come out of the yard with a sad face, because Gu Yuezun actually handed him a peeled orange, and asked with great concern: "What's wrong with you? Why are you sad face?"

This scene made Fu Chen look coldly until Luo Chen was distracted and said goodbye as if he was hanging his breath and left the yard in a daze. He looked at Zhao Yue who was smiling and snorted coldly: "I don't know who said that he would be severely scolded by Ye Ming last night."
Chapter completed!