When little Pixiu heard Lin Qingzhu announcing her home, her face suddenly changed.

"The Emperor's Disciple!"

Suddenly, she panicked, and her eyes went back and forth behind Lin Qingzhu, searching for something.

I was relieved not to see that scary figure.

He did not expect that the little human girl standing in front of him was actually the legendary disciple of the Great Emperor.

Suddenly, a huge pressure came over me, and my heart began to tremble.

"It turns out that he is Emperor Ye's apprentice. I'm glad to meet you."

Little Pixiu put away her arrogance and said very humbly.

Lin Qingzhu just gave him a cold look, naturally knowing why he behaved so abnormally.

It's nothing more than fear of his master's reputation.

"Come on."

No nonsense, Lin Qingzhu once again pulled out the Zixia Sword, stood with the sword behind his back, and looked straight at the little Pixiu.

This battle instantly attracted the attention of all the powerful men in the world.

Everyone wants to see if the legendary disciple of the Great Emperor has the same demeanor as Ye Qiu who killed Tianmeng with one sword.

"It's interesting. The battle between the emperor's disciples and the immortal ancient relics is getting more and more interesting."

"Who do you think will win?"

In the chaos, several immortal old men discussed in a low voice.

Among them was a familiar face to Ye Qiu, the good old Yun Shengzi whom he had met once in the emperor's tomb.

More and more people are paying attention to this battle, and even the strong men in that domain are watching.

"Eastern Wasteland, Butian Sect!"

Standing above the clouds, Qi Daosheng looked solemnly, looking at Lin Qingzhu's figure intently.

Long ago, Lianfeng had told him that there was also a Butian Sect on the other side of the distant void.

The Taoism they inherited comes from the same source, and the exercises they practice are exactly the same.

Qi Daosheng didn't believe it at first, but now he has confirmed this.

He is very curious about the strength of the Butian Sect in the Eastern Wilderness. If it can... When the Eight Wildernesses merge into one, the two sects can consider contacting each other.

After all, the two religions have been separated for a long time. How can it be so easy to merge them?

We can only make contact first and communicate with each other to make up for the lack of inheritance of each lineage.

Hearing Lin Qingzhu's instructions and drawing out his sword, little Pixiu suddenly panicked.

Looking up at the sky, my eyes suddenly froze, and I fell into a wave of worry.

Unknowingly, there were already many peerless experts from various fields gathered above our heads.

They are all watching this battle. From this moment on, this battle no longer belongs to the two of them.

Rather, it represents the battle of dignity between the two realms.

Little Pixiu felt a little regretful as to why he was so taunting just now, attracting the real genius supreme of Donghuang to show up.

Now he can't fight even if he doesn't want to.

"Damn it, this man is indeed a disciple of the Great Emperor. The power of this sword is bone-cold and full of murderous intent."

"In the vagueness, there is a righteousness of heaven and earth, which will last forever."

"It seems that her swordsmanship has reached its peak."

Thinking silently in my heart, little Pixiu is not to be outdone.

This battle represents the battle of dignity between the two realms, and he cannot lose.

Especially at this time, geniuses and strong men from other realms are watching.

If he loses, his face will be completely lost, and the face of everyone in Xuanyu will be lost.

"Roar..."

In an instant, Little Pixiu roared angrily and responded directly to Lin Qingzhu.

All I could see was the fire that soared into the sky, and the fire that filled the nine heavens was very oppressive.

"Come on, today I want to see how much the so-called disciples of the Great Emperor weigh."
Chapter completed!