Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4725: Emperor Zhenwuyang

Every body is surrounded by a magnificent body, and the light wheels of all colors condensed by Yan Li shine upon the entire heavenly court.

It makes the majestic figure in the emperor's costume look a bit sad.

But any Yanxian who can come to this heavenly court would never think so stupidly.

The dignified figure capable of ascending to the throne and destroying dozens of emperors with his own strength is far more terrifying than he revealed.

Looking at the mighty emperor who stepped on the sky, Jian Wushuang finally saw the true face.

For a time, in the vast square of the giant palace, the atmosphere was extremely intense.

The question with anger is obviously from the emperor’s mouth.

Little Emperor looked up at the Weiyi Emperor standing on the top of the cloud, and said quietly, "Go back to the Emperor, and the son will not dare."

"Then what did you do just now, do you want to stain the heavens?" Another question was issued with a question.

Then, Emperor Zhenwuyang came to the vast square with endless momentum.

"They are all your siblings. As a prince, not only did you not lead by example, but you have lost your identity again and again, really I dare not deal with you?"

The little emperor said nothing, and there was no fear in his lowered eyelids.

At this moment, the figure of Yu Bo's black robe slowly came to Emperor Zhenwu Yang and whispered, "Emperor and little emperor have not made a big mistake, it is not unforgivable, etc. After the banquet, let's deal with it."

The Weiyi looked at the little emperor and then looked at Yu Bo, and there was helpless flashes in his eyes, "Well, let's have a feast first."

After the words were finished, he took the lead in the main hall, and then followed ninety-nine old men carrying all kinds of Huamang, following with a smile.

"Good." Hundreds of Yanxian promised in unison.

The son gave Chen Qing and others a hard look, and then strode into the main hall.

This farce ended in the presence of Emperor Zhenwuyang.

Little Emperor took a deep look at them, and then came to Jian Wushuang and others.

He seemed tired, and grinned reluctantly, "Come on, the feast is about to begin."

"Little Emperor, didn't you hurt anything?" Chen Qing was worried.

He shook his head, then stepped into the hall under the guidance of a thin purple robe.

In the main hall, the emperor Zhenwuyang sat on the throne. On his side, the gloomy little emperor sat on the side of the head.

Yu Bo is like a black sculpture, standing behind the emperor.

In the vast hall, the elders who carried the various wheels of light were placed side by side and sat down on the sides, slightly down the first position, are the sons dressed in white suits with teeth.

Jian Wushuang and others, sitting under the direction of the little emperor, sat down with the six sons, but they were clearly distinguished.

Sitting in the misty clouds, Jian Wuwu looked at his nose with his eyes, and watched his nose with his eyes.

Following this, Chunqiu, who was sitting next to him, lowered his voice and said, "Brother Jian, I really did not expect that one day I could come to the heaven of Zhenwuyang."

"Don't do anything stupid." Jian Wushuang looked at him and smiled slightly.

Spring and Autumn nodded, "rest assured, I know the importance of this."

In a low-pitched conversation from time to time, a fairy came from the cloud and presented a plate of precious fruit.

Zhen Wuyang sat on the throne, looked at this heavenly court with a smile, and then gave a more exaggerated emotion.

And from this emotion, Jian Wushuang also knew about this heavenly feast, and it has only been five times since its first opening.

Every Chinese New Year, held once.

Jian Wushuang doesn’t know exactly how long this year is. According to preliminary estimates, it is very likely that the time of the ten galaxy will be broken...

Time is already the most meaningless thing here. After the achievement of Yan Xian, Shou Yuan is endless, except for the destruction of other forces, even the so-called Mingming Heavenly Dao, the role that Yan Xian can play is probably minimal. .

After all, the creation of the Avenue of Heaven and Earth, the ultimate order, is likely to come from the hand of a certain Yanxian.

The elders who have carried the various rounds of light and are so advanced that even Chen Qing feels dazed are the first veterans who helped Zhen Wuyang to open up the heavens and reach the emperor, and won the trust of Zhen Wuyang, even if it was the six sons. The number of seats is not as good as them.

And being able to enter the heavenly court for a banquet is an honor, so even a humble Yanxian is in the heavens controlled by Zhen Wuyang and belongs to the top of the world.

As the table in front of you is gradually filled with precious fruits, the beautiful fairy is also overwhelming.

Chen Qing, who was sitting on the side of Jian Wushuang, had a pair of bright eyes attached to the fairy from beginning to end without leaving.

"Guangxianzi, it's me and I don't remember me? I'm Chen Qing, who controls the Jingchuan. Last time we were still chatting in the typhoon."

Chen Qing looked at the fairy who was leaning over and pouring wine, Chen Qing's eyes were talking brightly.

The fairy pouted, "I don't remember."

"It doesn't matter whether you remember it or not. When the banquet is over, I'm still listening to the wind tower. How are you?" Chen Qing grinned.

The fairy smiled and returned without the answer, holding the jade pot.

"There is a play!" Chen Qing whispered, excited.

Listen to the complete Cheng Jianwushuang, smiled slightly, picked up the glass of wine, and tasted it.

As these fairies retreated, nearly thirty fairies came to the cloud, dancing in the center of the temple, and the sleeves transformed into flamboyant power set off the stunning figure, which was extremely gorgeous.

"Brother Sword, I think you should be young, but you have a sweetheart. If not, brother, let me match you up?" Chen Qing leaned up with a glass of wine and smiled.

"Farewell, you still have to worry about your own problems first. I already have someone in my heart, and I will never forget it." Jian Wushuang replied, his voice firm.

Chen Qing heard the words and nodded. "Brothers of the sword have a firm heart, no wonder they can reach Linxian with such a heart."

No answer. Looking at the fairy with long sleeves and good dancing in front of him, and the slightly noisy sound around him, Jian Wushuang actually sat down.

Chen Qing couldn't help crying and laughing. After Jian Wushuang, and Chunqiu had a drink, he began to appreciate the dancing posture.

Zhen Wuyang sits on the emperor’s seat and looks at the little emperor sitting next to him from time to time. He seems to want to say something to relieve some of the atmosphere, but the little emperor seems not to feel it at all, just one drink after another. .

In the end, Zhen Wuyang couldn’t help but leaned forward and whispered, "Yan'er, how have you been all these years?"

"Back to Emperor, it was not bad." The little emperor said calmly, and then he disappeared.

"Is it too far away in six days. After this banquet, you come to live with me." Zhen Wuyang asked him again.

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