"Haha, Ye Qingtian, this little princess usually hates other people calling her little princess. You have violated a big taboo." Shengzi Daoyang smiled and sent him a message secretly.

At this moment, Mu Qianjue climbed up again with a dejected look on his face.

He appeared at the dragon's neck with an expressionless expression on his face: "Even without that sword, he can still defeat me. What I wear is the Sanyao Sacred Artifact."

Everyone quickly looked around, and only then did they realize that Mu Qianjue was wearing a piece of holy armor with many signs of damage on it.

The starlight dimmed, the sacred pattern shattered, and blood continued to overflow.

What surprised everyone even more was Mu Qianjue's attitude. He completely let go of his previous arrogance.

Mu Qianjue looked at Lin Yun and said in a deep voice: "You are right. The first place on the Pilgrim Road was originally killed from ants. There is really nothing to be proud of. I didn't climb here to prove anything."

He stared at Lin Yun and gritted his teeth and said: "Thank you for fishing me up, but don't think that I am grateful to you. If I can't take the dragon head, it doesn't matter if I don't leave my name on Qinglong Ce, I will come back to find you, even if I fall to

At the bottom of the mountain, I will climb up as well."

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped directly from the mountain. This time he took the initiative to fall down.

At a height of several thousand feet, he let the dragon's power press on him and was thrown to the foot of the mountain.

"A bereaved dog, if you lose again and again, you will really make things worse for yourself." He Xuanjing on the throne said with expressionless contempt.

Compared with the shock of others, he did not have any mood swings and was even full of disdain.
Chapter completed!