Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4829: Brow and exhale

The rich state Yanxian is obviously also one of the seventeen mountain owners. A pair of small eyes flashing fine light keeps looking at the clothes on him, thus speaking the previous words.

Wei Liujia's clothing at the moment was also given to him by Jian Wushuang.

The pair of long silk-encrusted long-sleeved clothes were given by the young emperor and emperor Jian Wushuang. Every silk thread cost countless embroidered empresses, and it was also a rare treasure that he handed to Wei Liujia.

Fuxi Yanxian also noticed the extraordinary clothes on his body, his eyes dripping, "Why, Wei Xiandi, why are the real swords you often wear around you gone? Wouldn’t it be for the sake of selling this outfit? Is that right?"

As his voice fell, more than a dozen other Da Huagui figures laughed and were very lively.

Wei Liujia's complexion turned red and he had to rush forward to theory.

But Jian Wushuang beside him pulled him, and his voice was subtle, "An Neng barking at the dog?"

"Boy, what are you saying?"

Jian Wushuang’s voice was not deliberately hidden, and naturally passed into his ears, which changed Fu Yan Yanxian’s face.

Wei Liujia was inexplicably reassured, and his state of mind also changed unconsciously. Facing the rich state Yan Xian who rushed over, he went up without fear.

"Wei Liujia, get away from this seat, I'm going to ruin the kid's origin." Fu state Yanxian said angrily.

Wei Liujia heard the words and slowly raised the corner of his mouth, "Ding Chunshan, has Lao Tzu always been too kind, so you have been riding on Lao Tzu's head and shit? Don't forget that Lao Tzu is also a mountain owner!"

The rich state Yanxian froze down, looking at Wei Liujia who changed the gas field unbelievably.

There was a moment of silence outside the Tiangong.

"A good mountain owner," Fu Yan Yanxian reacted with a sneer. "How dare you have made a great contribution to the entire Dmitry for you, the mountain owner. I'm afraid I can't even afford the confession?" Where did Laozi get it?"

"You care how much I have contributed? Even if Laozi lay down and sleeps every day, that is the mountain owner," Wei Liujia also sneered. "How about we make a bet, this time, I overwhelm you. , How about you take off your shoes and rub your legs?"

"As long as you can press me, let alone rub your legs for your slippers, even if you lick the soles of the seat!" Fu state Yanxian coldly said, "If you are not good for me, then automatically Please remove the position of the mountain owner and run three times around the Tiangong with bare ass?"

"Lao Tzu should do it." Glancing at him, Wei Liujia turned and strode into the Heavenly Palace.

Eating a boring loss, Fuxian Yanxian, who knew that his face was lost, wished he would be swallowed alive.

"Wei Liujia, wait for this seat!"

Wei Liujia's face flushed with excitement in the vast cloud ladder, "His mother, I have never been as happy as I am today. The birdiness I had experienced before, I returned it together today. Happy!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Jian Wushuang and said sincerely, "Today I was able to raise my eyebrows and exhale completely, but also thanks to the blessing of the adult, Weimou thanked me here."

Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, "In fact, even without the details I gave you, you can still raise your eyebrows and exhale."

"You have always been stuck in your own opinion, but you never know how to deal with that kind of person is to return it ruthlessly."

"It is far less physical and physical than to crush him." Jian Wushuang said this calmly, and then stopped talking.

And Wei Liujia was also pondering what he meant, and awed him for a while.

The nine hundred and ninety steps to the ladder, until the last step, the magnificent Tiangong gate appeared.

The celestial palace where the son is located is full of grandeur and magnificence. Compared with the heavenly palace in the Northern Celestial State where the late emperor and son died, it is a little less tricky and skillful. , A bit more majestic.

This gives Jian Wushuang a bit of an illusion, and the correction of the son is the real little emperor.

The court confession that is opened every Chinese New Year is a law rectified by the son after the feast of the heaven, which is intended to firmly surround the mountain owner and the lord of the blessed land in order to prevent a second heart.

The gate of the Tiangong Palace has long been opened, and a scent of incense sticks out of the hall, calming the hearers.

The guards with top repairs walked out of the hall and led them in turn.

In order to highlight the facade and style, every mountain owner who came to the Tiangong is followed by five or six top repair subordinates. Each of them is surrounded by a huge box, which is obviously a gift for the confession. .

Especially the rich state Yanxian who confronted Wei Liujia outside the Tiangong Palace, followed by eight subordinates, and the number of boxes in his arms was roughly 20 pieces.

Wei Liujia was very bachelor, holding a slap-sized Yushu Liuli Zun seated.

This scene was caught in the eyes of Fuyan Yanxian, and he almost laughed out loud. After reading treasure for countless times, he could naturally see the Yushu Liuli in Wei Liujia's hand, even the line of his body. Not as good.

"I want to see how you compete with this seat, just wait for Rao Tiangong three circles with bare buttocks!" Fu State Yanxian glared at him fiercely and then took his seat.

As long as these mountain masters entered the temple, Jian Wushuang noticed that he was seated in the lower position of the throne, and he had already settled six old men, all of whom were quite mature, and they should be blessed. the Lord.

Sitting beside Wei Liujia, Jian Wushuang's eyes have been watching the empty throne.

He is expecting that the figure with the sky-shaped bone armor disappearing will appear in the next time.

"Master, are you waiting for the emergence of the Second Emperor?" Seeing the fluctuations in Jian Wushuang's eyes, Wei Liujia lowered his voice, "After the morning bell strikes three times, the Second Emperor will move from Sendai to Temple of Heaven."

Jian Wushuang nodded and waited intently.

When it seemed as though the bells ringing from far away in the ancient world came down, the entire Tiangong suddenly fell silent, and all the mountain owners sat in danger, even the lords of the blessed land that closed their eyes and kept their eyes open.

A fairy crane chirps outside the hall, and thousands of fairy clouds rise at the same time.

Under the guidance of hundreds of cranes, standing with a negative hand, dressed in the costume of the emperor, slowly walked into the heavenly palace.

At this moment, the Lord of the Seventeen Mountains, the Lord of the Six Blessed Lands, and a large number of Yanxian have been repaired, and they are all screaming, "The courtiers meet the two emperors!"

Jian Wushuang looked up at his back. Compared with the previous feast in the heavenly court, the son had a little more calmness that did not show the mountains and dew, as if everything was clear to the chest, giving a kind of The feeling of being light like water.

This is a very strong opponent, and you can never guess his thoughts.

Jian Wushuang doesn't even think that it was the real strength of the young master in the battle for the peach.