This is an extremely critical and extremely important issue.

In Zhaoyue's memory, when she met Fu Chen who was seriously injured by the ghost's magic in Junji Mountain, she almost focused all her eyes on Fu Chen alone. Other things in the world seemed to be just passing by. She didn't care about the Tianshi Feather Clan, let alone the demon clan.

If it is said that the other clans that can make her worry about will be the only one of the fox clans.

According to the normal order of the Destiny Sacrifice, it should be that the Destiny Sacrifice will be performed after death. Generally, the person who wants to be resurrected will be chosen. The fact that Fu Chen can be resurrected is definitely an accidental necessity and has almost no value that can be used as a reference.

Then, if you clean up everything according to the timeline, it means that the people who want to be resurrected in the demon race should die at least five hundred years ago, and for various reasons, they will not be able to obtain the immortal body.

Who would be such a person?

All night, Zhao Yue was completely sleepy and almost passed her name that had an impression on her, but almost all of them were people who would cause severe damage to the demon clan itself if they were resurrected.

No one will be stupid enough to resurrect a powerful enemy with the Destiny Sacrifice.

The sky was slightly golden, and Zhaoyue was still sitting there, frowning.

A ray of sunrise climbed up the window, and the extremely cold yard rose into the yard, and tiny dust like ice crystals floated slowly in the air. Zhaoyue sat alone in the yard all night, but still couldn't figure out who it would be.

Fu Chen had his clothes cleaned, his face darkened, glanced at Zhao Yue who was sitting in the yard, and snorted coldly in his nose.

Zhao Yue instantly remembered that the over-force last night caused the car overturn. Even the little bastard in front of him was a fool, he should have noticed it when he woke up.

She coughed twice, laughing very flatteringly: "Good morning!"

How could this calm down Fu Chen’s mood?

This woman took off his clothes and ran away without any movement!

But now I'm trying to smile and forget it?

He hugged his chest coldly, and ignored her.

Zhaoyue knew that she was in the wrong, so she tilted her mouth, picked up another orange and stuffed it into her mouth.

She actually felt that she was innocent. She thought about him and was afraid that he would be overworked and then she played the sleeping song. The most important thing was to take off her clothes by covering her quilt first. Obviously, she didn't see anything, and she didn't get any cheapness, okay?

Fu Chen was also very innocent, he was so angry that this woman had done this, and she was planning to make a little cheaper one?!

This is really a piece of wood!

worry!

He stood in the yard without saying a word. According to the ancestor Hongjun, the ranking competition will start today. In the early morning, Fu Chen pulled out the Yun Yu sword, took a deep breath, and turned the sword in his hand at an extremely fast speed.

Zhaoyue was a little surprised while eating oranges. Luo Chen would appear at the gate of the yard on time, but today it was obviously much late. Fu Chen's sword had already heated up for a stick of incense, but he was still missing.

After another half an hour, he heard the sound of the yard gate. Luo Chen outside the door had a purple bag on his head, holding breakfast, and muttered a little, "I'm overslept today, I'm late, Wangyue Zun Haihun."

After saying that, he lowered his head and quickly placed the breakfast on the plate in front of him on the table, walked back very quickly, bowing respectfully: "Goodbye."

Seeing him leaving the yard and closing the original, Fu Chen stopped his hand and thrust the Yun Yujian back into the scabbard, glanced at Zhao Yue's face, raised his eyebrows with some suspicion, and spoke: "Did you set up a barrier when you played the sleeping song last night?"

It seemed like he was enlightened, Zhao Yue's hand that was stuffed with oranges was hanging in the air, stunned for a few seconds.

"Oh yes! I don't set a barrier!"

Fu Chen looked at the woman in front of him and curled his lips.

Luo Chen was on the tree outside the courtyard and could definitely hear Zhao Yue's flute sound. It fell down such a high place, with his face on the ground, and he fell asleep and suffered from the wind and cold. He met the strange among the gods Gu Yuezun, which was considered a bad life.

It took another half an hour. When the courtyard gate opened again, the person standing outside bowed and said respectfully: "The ranking competition is about to begin. Today is Fu Chen, a disciple of Yuezun, who is fighting against Senior Brother Chen Congwen of Shanhai Peak."

After saying that, he took two steps back, stood aside, waiting for Zhaoyue and Fuchen.

Zhao Yue reached out and took two more oranges, tightened the white fox fur on her body, turned her head and looked at Fu Chen: "How hot is it?"

He helped Chen untied Yun Yu's sword and put it into his clothes.

When the sword melted into his golden clothes, it slowly appeared on the clothes with a white embroidered winged bird with wide wings, and its wings were very agile.

General Yun Yu of the Feather Clan is a dark blue winged bird.

Following the disciple who led the way of Kunlun Palace, the buildings in front of him gradually became grander. The four floating islands with different glory were rising and falling in the layers of auspiciousness. The breath of the dragon vein spread out, which put Zhaoyue a little stressed.

As she walked, she turned her head and looked at Fu Chen, raised her hand to take off the necklace from her neck, and handed it to the boy behind her.

Fu Chen looked at the hollowed-shaped blood drop necklace in his hand, and he didn't understand why: "What is this?"

Zhao Yue made a "shhh" gesture and lowered her voice: "Take it on, and you can turn your golden light into the blue of the moonlit night flowers."

He was a little shocked, looked at the small pendant in his hand, lowered his head slightly, clasped it around his neck, and put it in his clothes.

For some reason, he felt a little pain and said a little "hiss".

Zhaoyue smiled with satisfaction and nodded without saying much.

When the magnificent arena appeared in front of Zhaoyue, she couldn't help but be shocked by the arena guarded by the four-syllable giant in front of her.

The bluestone slabs all over the ground were scattered in a staggered stand. The giant beasts in the clouds roared heavily and slowly passed by. The ancestor Hongjun sat at the top of the stand, with supreme majesty, glancing at the thousands of disciples of Kunlun Palace in front of him.

The moment the eyes fell on Fu Chen's body, his pupils shrank slightly.

Below the ancestor Hongjun, the Shanhai Peak Ning Yu Shangxian who was talking and laughing with the elders just now, was staying there when he saw the Gu Yuezun who was slowly entering the venue and the boy who was only half a meter behind her.

One in front and the other behind, the white fox and the white winged bird were in their golden shirts, as if responding to everyone's gaze, and they all rushed up and down for a while.

Everyone present saw this shocking scene!

"Did you see it? The school uniform of the Yue clan is really the priceless Yunjin Nichang..."

"I heard that Yue Zun gave this little fox more than 100 gold in living expenses. At that time, I thought it was people from Medicine King Valley talking nonsense."

"Didn't it mean that there are few people in the Moon tribe and there are no treasures?"

In the stands, except for the ancestor Hongjun and the god Mo Chuan, the remaining ten veterans looked extremely ugly, and they could even be said to be pale. Their eyes followed Zhaoyue and Fuchen, and their heads were buzzing.

In this way, what Luo Chen said that day is probably true.

Kunlun Palace, face is hard to protect!
Chapter completed!