Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4727: Seven sons win the peach

The six sons were all dispatched. Although each of them had a warm smile on their faces, they were already undercurrent.

This is the best time to perform, directly related to their status in the hearts of the emperor Zhenwuyang and the elders.

In these several battles for the peach, Gongzi Deng has already become the existence of arrogant people, even those elders have already favored it, and it has the meaning of substituting for the little emperor.

Therefore, every son and daughter are full of enthusiasm to bring their respective realms to the top. After all, only when they come to the end can they get more attention.

As soon as all Yanxian preparations were completed, when going down to heaven, an understatement sounded in the heavenly court, "Emperor, I will participate in this battle for the peach."

Zhen Wuyang wrapped all the Yanxian in this heavenly court for a moment, and then all looked at him.

Little Emperor slowly got up and swept across Yan Yan.

"Yan'er, are you sure?" Zhen Wuyang also got up, a little happy in her eyes.

"I have never been involved in the past, so that some people have ignored the existence. This time, I just want them to distinguish between the primary and the secondary." Xiaodijun's voice was low and prestigious, and he looked down with no scruples. The first group of Yanxian.

The six sons looked at each other in unison, and their faces were completely different.

Yong Zizheng did not speak, but the palms of his sleeves were tightly held together.

"Okay, Yan'er, I haven't seen your cultivation behavior for a long time. I can take advantage of this opportunity today." Zhen Wuyang smiled and waved his sleeve at the same time, "Come here, notice Chen Qing rolled in and asked him to accompany Yan'er."

"No Emperor, I don't need Chen Qing this time," Xiao Dijun said here, looking at Jian Wushuang.

Four eyes, he said, "Brother Jian, can you follow me."

All Yanxian's eyes converged on Jian Wushuang's body again.

Zhen Wuyang also looked at Jian Wushuang, the imagination of the emperor beyond his imagination, and he could easily understand everything he wanted to know.

He soon became a little puzzled. This kid is just a fairyland. In addition to his amazing talents, his physique seems to be unique, even he can’t see through it.

At the same time, he has a feeling that he can't tell why. Although this young man's fairyland is not very deep, it seems inexplicably extremely comfortable, as if it has a certain level of association.

Withdrawing the emperor’s consciousness, Zhen Wuyang nodded, "Go ahead, Yaner."

For this great prince who is always disliked to show mountains and dews and is silent, once he finds out, even the emperor is difficult to change.

Small Emperor Junfu suddenly came to Jian Wushuang and slightly tilted his head, "Let's go, it seems they shouldn't be able to wait."

Jian Wushuang didn't hesitate too much. After nodding, he got up and walked outside the heavenly court.

The thin purple robe suddenly grabbed Jian Wushuang's arm, a pair of muddy eyes seemed to want to explain something, and finally only whispered, "Little Emperor has given it to you."

Little Emperor stepped forward and patted the shoulder of thin purple robe, then walked out of Heaven together with Jian Wushuang.

Liuyun's relentlessness and great strength.

Standing outside the heavenly court, all Yanxian scattered down like a panic, and the six sons also brought their own companions to the heaven.

The battle for peach peach participation involving more than 300 Yanxian began.

The Zhenwu Yang emperor sitting in the heavenly court, waved his hand, and the misty scroll made by Yanli was reflected in the hall.

The scene in this picture is Huanghuang Heavenly Realm.

"You guys, guess who will win the peach this time, who will it be?" Zhen Wuyang asked.

"It's the second son." A long-bearded old man smiled and smiled.

An old man in black robe refuted, "The four sons are not weak."

"San Gongzi is the last candidate who can win Xiantao. If the old man is right, he has a preliminary understanding of the fairy style."

Hundreds of veterans in the heavenly courts expressed their opinions, but in general, they pointed the candidates to two sons, three sons, and four sons.

Zhen Wuyang seems to have other answers. Looking down at the sculpture-like Yu Bodao, "Yu Chang, what do you think?"

Yu Bo raised his head, and his murky, deep eyes seemed to pass through the flowing clouds, looking towards the heaven.

"The little guy next to Xiaodijun is extraordinary."

"So you also think he will win this fairy peach?"

"Little Emperor is calm and calm, and will not do things that are not sure. Once he shoots, everything will become a foregone conclusion."

After listening to Yu Bo’s words, Zhen Wuyang no longer spoke, and with the elders, he carefully watched the picture together.

In the vastness of the clouds, two black-shirted Rangers dressed in figures sat in the clouds, seemingly not in a hurry to compete for Xiantao, but they seemed to be traveling.

This heaven, which carries the entire heaven, is completely composed of Gaochuan giant water, which is quite mysterious and vast.

"You said, how much assurance can we get to the end?" On the empty stream cloud, Xiaodi Junsheng feared that Jian Wushuang could not hear it and shouted.

Jian Wushuang heard and said, "I don't know, try my best."

"So what if my brothers come over again?"

"That's not easy, kill it back, but I think, in this heavenly court, they should also converge a little bit, at most it's just a little action."

"I will win Xiantao anyway this time, and there must be no mistakes."

"So confident? I can feel that your siblings are very resentful to you. Maybe they will come together next time."

"Why, afraid?" Xiao Dijun asked with raised eyebrows.

"Of course I am afraid that I was drawn in for no reason, but I still want to live for a few more years." Jian Wushuang lay on his back in the clouds and said leisurely.

Little Emperor pouted, "Which can become Yan Xian, which doesn't regard Shouyuan as nothing? You old monster who doesn't know how many years have lived, are you so attached to longevity?"

Jian Wushuang felt very helpless. It has not been ten million years since he entered the path of spiritual practice. Now he is actually called an old monster, and he adds some old-fashionedness.

Moreover, he couldn't explain it, he was involved too much, and it was extremely likely to cause unnecessary troubles because of his speech.

I am afraid that these Yanxian in the great Yanhuan, it is difficult to imagine a Yanxian who is only a few million years old.

After arrogantly passing by, the two of them fell into the heavens under the pull of the little emperor.

In the huge roaring waters, two bodies traveled against the waves.

Yan Xian, who participated in the battle for the peach, passed by, glancing at them, and hurried away.

Until the last moment of fighting for Xiantao, every Yanxian was reluctant to confront the son of Zhenwuyang Emperor.