He was a little surprised and couldn't believe his ears.

Once upon a time, as the prince of the Heavenly Clan, he was the best man in the world and wilderness. His master, the ancestor of Hongjun of Kunlun Palace, took good care of him. Even because he had a relationship with the old Heavenly King, the ancestor of Hongjun treated Fu Chen as his own son.

However, it's only ten thousand years, but if you change your skin, you can hear such harsh remarks.

Seeing that he lowered his head and said nothing, Zhaoyue turned the white jade flute in his hand several times, attracting the eyes of all the three people in front of him.

When the flute stopped and landed on Zhaoyue's lips, she shook her head gently and made a "shhh" sound.

"Old ancestor, what you said sounds a little harsh."

"Forgive me, Yue Zun." The ancestor Hongjun turned sideways and bowed, "Kunlun Palace has always been the most powerful. Although Yun Xiaoxian, who is old, has only a false reputation when he sees the Medicine King Valley, he thinks that even if Yun Xiaoxian is not strong enough, he will not be too obscene."

"What the ancestor means is, did I take a look at it?"

The old man in front of him bent over and didn't say anything for a long time.

"Forget it, I'm here to take a break, not to compete. We'll leave in a few days, so I won't make things difficult for you." Zhao Yue waved her hand, and glanced at Fu Chen who was still lowering her head and bent down.

When the old man in front of him heard her say this, he made a way out and made a gesture of inviting him: "Please here for Yue Zun."

She carried her hands on her back, and the white jade flute gently tapped her back, and walked towards the middle of the archway.

The moment he passed through the barrier, the magnificent Kunlun Palace was presented to Zhaoyue and Fuchen.

For Fuchen, everything here is so familiar. Even the smell in the air is the same as ten thousand years ago, mixed with moist water vapor, just like the warmth and sweetness of the bright sun after the rain.

The Baiyu Avenue is facing the circular square with an 800-meter-deep depth of Kunlun Palace. Groups of Kunlun disciples walked by silently and solemnly. Behind the square is the Tai Chi Hall where the ancestor Hongjun is located.

In addition, there are four islands floating in the sky of Kunlun Palace, radiating four different colors: red, green, yellow and blue. With the surging atmosphere of the dragon vein under each island, the sky of the entire Kunlun Palace is particularly dazzling.

The moment he stepped into this place, Fu Chen's originally tired body seemed to have been healed and relieved.

After all, this is the land of the Heavenly Clan. The five large dragon veins below pass through, and the dispersed spiritual power naturally surged into Fu Chen's body. The cracked clay body seemed to be poured by rain and dew, and the missing spiritual power gradually filled up.

The ancestor Hongjun, who was walking in the front, turned his head and said intentionally or unintentionally: "It happened that Yue Zun came. My disciples of Kunlun Palace will have a ranking competition every hundred years. It happened that the competition will start in the next two days."

After saying that, he glanced at Fu Chen behind Zhaoyue, and his gaze made Fu Chen feel a little chill.

Zhao Yue laughed dryly: "Old ancestor, I really just made a fuss and left at most three or five days, but I don't have the intention to participate."

"But if you can win the top three in this ranking competition, you will be able to get something like me, Kunlun Palace." He said lightly, "Even the immortal body of the god of Chunyuan is not unavailable."

Pure Yuan God.

At that moment, Fu Chen tried hard to make himself look unshocked, but his pale face still couldn't escape Zhao Yue's eyes.

"What do I want the immortal body of the god of Chunyuan to do?" she asked slightly puzzled.

"I heard that after the Battle of the Wasteland, Yue Zun dug three feet into the ground to find Prince Fuchen. Now even this servant named Fuchen, named Fuchen, has taken him as a disciple. I think Yue Zun should have some obsession with Prince Fuchen."

He stopped and looked at the little fox behind Zhaoyue with great unfriendlyness.

"Why isn't that more valuable than the fox who has nothing to do with the Prince of the First, the Supreme God of Chunyuan, but the Prince of the First, the teacher of the Prince of the First, has more value in collecting?"

Although this sentence sounds very disgusting, it explains Zhao Yue’s doubts.

It turns out that the reason behind Fu Chen's expression is that the Lord Chunyuan is his teacher.

"It's reasonable for the ancestor to say this. It's just that you, the disciple of Kunlun Palace, are you, an outsider, so how can you be ashamed to participate?"

"Monkey King forgot that Kunlun Palace is the most powerful, and it is common to invite one or two other sects to participate." The ancestor Hongjun turned his back and said with a smile, "I hope that Moon Master will consider it. If you want to participate, send some disciples to you quickly. You should be able to set off now."

Fu Chen became more and more unhappy and took a step forward: "Master, I will participate."

"You?" The ancestor turned his head and looked at him with contempt. "You are a servant. Even though you used the Zhuxian sword technique in front of the world and wilderness a few days ago, there were many loopholes. You can only scare the group of protective guards who are not good at learning skills in the Medicine King Valley. For me, you are probably dead long ago."

He turned around and bowed respectfully to Zhaoyue: "I still want Yuezun to think twice, and I am waiting for Yuezun's reply."

After saying that, he straightened his waist and raised his hand to point to a door behind Zhaoyue: "The guesthouse has arrived, and I will be here. The one beside me is the God Lord Luo Chen, the second-generation disciple of Kunlun Palace. If Yue Zun has any other needs, just tell him to do it and I will leave."

Zhao Yue only turned around and the three people in front of him were only left with the eldest disciple named Luo Chen.

He walked forward slowly. On his white disciple's uniform, there were golden cloud patterns embroidered with yellow and golden waists, and the slender figure was even more vivid. A golden hairband on his head hung behind him with three thousand black hairs.

The steps settled in front of the living yard. When I raised my hand, the door in front of me slowly opened.

Wherever Zhao Yue's eyes were, it was indeed extraordinary. Yun Xiaoxian's most luxurious guest room might be able to buy more than a dozen sets of ginseng fruit trees in the yard of Kunlun Palace's guest courtyard.

The golden tiles and white walls, simple and capable, and the lines are extremely beautiful, almost touched Zhaoyue so much that she almost cried.

It’s not because it’s too gorgeous, but because in comparison, Yuehai Huanhua Pavilion seems to be in poverty and almost burst into tears.

The man named Luo Chen bowed respectfully, and then placed the small bell on the table in the house: "If Yue Zun wants to find me if he has something to do, just ring the bell. In addition, the three daily meals of Kunlun Palace are delivered by Xiaoxian on time at Chen, Wu and You. If there is nothing else, the Xiaoxian will leave first."

Zhao Yue glanced at the decorations in the room and turned slowly: "I have something to ask the God Lord, what is the matter with the Supreme God of Chunyuan? Is the immortal body also said that it can be given to people by giving them to people?"

She looked at Luo Chen, who was standing there at a loss.

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Zhaoyue: I think I really can’t do it anymore.

Huangquan:...

Zhaoyue: How could there be such a person? He would take off his clothes if he had a disagreement.

Huangquan: I can’t blame others.

Zhaoyue: Can’t you blame him? Could it be that you blame me?

Huangquan:... People will become addicted to taking off men's clothes.

Zhaoyue:...
Chapter completed!