The cranes, divine moths and blue phoenix birds around the Saint Palace all stopped and landed on the wall, flapping their wings from time to time, making a thud or a thud sound.

"Teacher... Senior brother, those flat-haired beasts seem to be mocking us." Seeing the expressions of those cranes and divine moths on the wall, the young Taoist standing beside Wu Daozi gritted his teeth and said with anger.

"Shut up." Wu Daozi cursed with a blue face. His attention was on the Confucian scholars in the palace, and he had no thoughts to pay attention to the flat-haired beasts around him.

After being scolded by Wu Daozi, the young Taoist also felt aggrieved. He found that not only Wu Daozi, but also the people from the ancient clan and the ghost realm families seemed to be underestimating it, ignoring these seemingly harmless but actually making his whole heart touch the flat-haired beasts in his throat.

If he hadn't accidentally seen a few cranes and a few fierce expressions flashed through the eyes of the divine moth, he probably wouldn't have imagined that the birds that seemed to be without any threat seemed to have hidden their strength, which made him, a disciple of Tianxuan Taoist Temple, feel palpitations with numb scalp.

Others seemed to have no concern about the remains of these spiritual birds raised in the saint palace.

However, Chen Changsheng whispered a few words in Lei Xiaoniao's ear, and took a large piece of mud from his body and threw it over. Seeing Lei Xiaoniao holding a whole piece of mud in his mouth, the bird nodded in surprise and suspicion, and then he withdrew his gaze.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

The Saint Palace was full of traces of saints' magic weapons, and the rays of light were intertwined together like thousands of ways. Seeing so many magic weapons, I entered my eyes. Whether it was Tianxuan Taoist Temple, the ancient clan, or the Ghost Domain family, there was no joy on their faces, but they were so nervous that they didn't even dare to take a breath.

"This Saint Palace is worthy of being a giant in the thirty-third level of heaven. There are less than 10,000 ancient saint treasures here alone!" The old man from the Liu family couldn't help but smile bitterly.

How terrifying are there tens of thousands of ancient treasures of saints?

Any of the top ten ancient tribes in the imperial sea can become giants. Even if the Cang family, who has always had a special liking for Haibao, can only collect two or three thousand ancient treasures at most if they empty their family background.

Compared with the Palace of Saints in front of you, the gap is more than 100,800 miles?

Soon, the Xianyu Square was crowded with people, all of which were white shirts, square scarves, and a Confucian scholar holding pens, ink, paper, ink, ink, ink, ink, ink, ink, ink, ink, and inkstone....

Outstanding temperament.

Even every move has a bit of the charm of a fairy, which makes people unable to help but look at it. However, the evil aura faintly revealed between their eyebrows made Tianxuan Taoist Temple, the ancient clan and the ghost realm families stained with many souls. The powerful people in the Heavenly Destiny Realm of Life all felt palpitations and tremble.

There were more and more people in the square, and they were airtight. After a rough glance, there were at least 80,000 to 90,000, and some of them were some of them. The bloodline aura was much stronger than Wu Daozi and others. Even the remaining Confucian scholars in the holy body realm, no one dared to underestimate the momentum that spread out.

"Chun... Fellow Daoist Chen, are these saints from the Saint Palace?" Wu Daozi had a gloomy face, felt the aura of those Confucian scholars, and said in his heart.

saint?

Chen Changsheng shook his head. Although these Confucian scholars were squeezed together, they were clearly distinguished. His eyes fell on the dozen Confucian scholars in the Tianming Realm, stared for a moment, and said, "The cultivation of saints can be at least comparable to those of the eighth and ninth levels of the Emperor Realm. Although their strength is not weak, compared with saints, they can be said to be different from the Tianyuan and Yunni. At most, they can only be regarded as uncivilized saint disciples!"

"The disciple of the saint?"

Swish!

When everyone present heard that the white-clothed Confucian scholars were not the statues they had seen before, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Although they were not clear about how terrifying the strength of the saints in the Saint Palace was, they also understood that if they were really a saint, even if their cultivation was imprisoned to the realm of destiny.

It's definitely not something that people like them can deal with.

If a saint takes action, he can break the mountains and rivers with one finger and block the luster of the sun and the moon. Not to mention these people, they are all just in the realm of the Heavenly Destiny. Even if the ancient phoenix and the Queen of Creation come over, they will probably not get a single advantage in the hands of the saints of the Heavenly Destiny.

The saint's methods are not weaker than ordinary imperial powers, or even more powerful.

Pa, pa, pa...

Among a group of Confucian scholars, the dozen powerful people in the Heavenly Destiny Realm sacrificed their saints and treasures, flew into the air, and looked down at Chen Changsheng, Wu Daozi and others from a high place.

"Haha... the goods that came this time are pretty good, much better than the previous few times." A middle-aged Confucian scholar holding a scroll in his hand fell on Chen Changsheng, Wu Daozi and others. The light flashed in his eyes for a moment, and he laughed.

"It's really not bad." The other Confucian scholar holding a thick pen in his hand nodded with satisfaction, looked at Chen Changsheng below, tsk twice, and said, "Then follow the old rules and start picking people?"

Choosing someone?

Tianxuan Taoist Temple, the ancient clan and the powerful men from the Ghost Domain family were slightly stunned and looked at the dozen Confucian scholars whose bloodline was more than a little stronger than them, and they felt a little bad in their hearts.

"Long... Elder, why do I feel like they are looking at goods?" A young disciple of the Liu family was swept by the other party's eyes. He quickly lowered his head, shrank his neck and pointed it at the old man beside him, and asked in a low voice.

"Shut up, no one thinks you are a mute if you don't speak." The old man from the Liu family glared at him. Even ordinary disciples could see the eyes of those Confucian scholars, let alone them?

Whether it is the Liu family, Tianxuan Taoist Temple, or the aristocratic families in the Ghost Realm, they can be regarded as a overlord and a giant-like existence. Where did people look at the goods like this?

Although the group of people were so angry that they did not dare to stand out rashly on the territory of the Saint Palace. After all, everyone has been used to a proverb since they remembered it.

The sky fell, and there was still a tall man holding on.

Now, with the people from Tianxuan Taoist Temple here, they will naturally not be stupid enough to be the most likely bird to be slapped to death.

"We have this person in the Calligraphy Palace."

Bang!

Holding a thick pen in his hand, the middle-aged Confucian scholar stopped at Chen Changsheng's body. He gently tapped the tip of the pen and saw a mark with the shape of the pen flying out of him and landing on Chen Changsheng's forehead.

The ink color flashed.
Chapter completed!