Ji Ruxue and Murong Xianxian drove their flying artifacts to Su Lang's side and looked at him with concern.
Chu Xiaobei turned her face away, but still flew to Su Lang's side.
"Do you think something is wrong with me?"
Su Lang smiled slightly, and rubbed Ji Ruxue's head.
"snort!!"
Chiri Muzhu looked ugly, and snorted coldly, "It's nothing more than coming out first, it's not yet known who will inherit the flowers!"
"Yes, I think so too!"
A Martial Sage from the Tianyun Clan also sneered, "Perhaps your people from the Yaochi Sacred Clan were kicked out by our people!"
As soon as these words came out, Yao Chi Yan Fa and the others suddenly froze.
At this time.
"Have you ever seen the relaxed and happy faces of the people who were kicked out?"
Chu Xiaobei smiled coldly, and stood up, "Have you ever seen a defeated party with no casualties?"
"snort!"
"Maybe it's the joy of the rest of my life!"
Chiri Muzhu's face darkened, and she said, "When our people come out, you should accept the reality!"
"Yes, I think so too!"
"Our two clans have already reached an alliance agreement, and it is impossible to lose to your Yaochi clan!"
One day, the Wu Sheng of the Yun Sheng Clan continued, "Who wins and who loses has already been decided. Your people are just lucky and escaped with their lives."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Chiri Muzhu, you red, yellow and green tribes don't waste time waiting."
"The people of your two clans have all been killed by this young master."
Su Lang laughed loudly, with a hint of sarcasm drawn at the corner of his mouth, "Inheritance, naturally fell into my hands!"
"This is impossible!"
Chiri Muzhu's pupils shrank suddenly, "Our two clans join forces, how can you be rivals?"
"hehe!"
"If you don't believe me, just wait here."
Su Lang curled his lips in disdain, "Otherwise, you can also send some people in to look for them, maybe you can find some corpses."
"this"
Chiri Muzhu and the rest of the warriors looked at each other, their faces sinking like water, extremely ugly!
Su Lang dared to say this, the Chiri and Tianyun clan's Tianjiao might have been completely wiped out.
At this time.
Chu Xiaobei turned to Su Lang and asked, "Have you got the inheritance?"
"Of course I got it!"
"And it's more than that."
Su Lang laughed and said, "Didn't you find that we have one more person than when we entered?"
"Of course I found out."
Chu Xiaobei nodded, looked at Xianyang Martial Saint, "Who is he?"
Yao Chi Yan Fa and the others also pointed their ears.
They are all in the realm of martial saints, and they discovered the extra people early in the morning, but they didn't have time to ask for a while.
"He."
"First of all, he is my slave."
Su Lang smiled faintly, "Secondly, he is the Great Sage of Xianyang!"
As soon as this remark came out, there was an instant silence throughout the whole process, and even a curly hair could be heard clearly.
What the hell?
Xianyang Wusheng is still alive! ?
How is this possible? Didn't he fall in the continental battle at the node of the era! ?
Yaochi Yanfa, Chiri Muzhu and others were all dumbfounded!
"Youyou said that he is the Great Sage of Xianyang, and he is your slave!?"
Chu Xiaobei stared at Su Lang in disbelief: "I can believe you say he is a Xianyang Martial Saint, but I really don't believe you say he is your slave!"
The great sage who was well-known in the ancient capital suddenly became a slave of the younger generation!
No matter how you hear this, it is false!
"This is impossible!"
Chiri Muzhu stepped forward excitedly, "Even if Xianyang Martial Saint lives up to now, he will never be your slave!"
"Yes, I think so too!"
"Xianyang Martial Sage can be said to be invincible below the immortal level, how could he be your slave!"
A martial sage from the Tianyun Sacred Clan pointed coldly at the Xianyang Martial Sage Dao, "This person must be a fake!"
"right!"
"This person is definitely not Xianyang Martial Saint!"
"A generation from ancient times"Holy being a slave, I dare not do it in my dreams!" "
""
The martial sages in the red, yellow and green camps yelled one after another.
"snort!!"
"My master, are you qualified to question it!"
Xianyang Martial Saint suddenly snorted coldly, and a unique aura emanated out.
He has been in a high position for millions of years and has killed countless people. The unique temperament of a strong man has been carved into his bones.
At this time, it was deliberately revealed, and it immediately calmed Chiri Muzhu and other "young juniors". (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com