This is the home of the Peach Banquet, with tables of the Eight Immortals placed everywhere, and a pavilion at the very edge called the Climbing Magpie Tower.
However, climbing to the magpie tower is a place where the younger generation gathers. You can have a panoramic view of the entire Yaochi landform and the beautiful mountains and rivers.
"It's the one who appeared at the Taichu Ancient Mine with Brother Xia before." Zhao Wuji looked at the pavilion, where the Holy Son of Yaochi was sitting.
"The Holy Son of Yaochi, Ye Quanjia." Xia Hong said: "In recent years, my only rival and only friend is unruly by nature and not good at talking, but no one in the world can match him."
"Do you have such a high opinion of him?" Although Zhao Wuji knew that the Holy Son of Yaochi had a good status, he couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard Xia Hongdu, the emperor's son, say this.
"My evaluation of him is quite fair, because he is the Holy Body." Xia Hongxiao said: "The Dacheng Holy Body is an existence comparable to the Great Emperor."
"When I first entered Yaochi, I heard that you should have a tyrant body, right? The Cangtian tyrant body and the holy body are old enemies." Zhao Wuji said: "The Dacheng tyrant body can also rival the Great Emperor."
"You know quite a lot." Xia Hong was surprised.
"Well, I've read some historical records and heard a little bit about it, but it's not specific." Zhao Wuji was embarrassed, and he laughed and covered up the past.
"I can feel the strange movements in your body." Xia Hong said suddenly and smiled: "Although you hide it, there is some kind of induction between special physiques. You must have noticed it yourself."<
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"Yes." Zhao Wuji nodded. When he first entered the Yaochi, the calm sea of bitterness in his body became a little restless, and the waves surged into the sky. It took him a while to suppress it before he calmed down: "There are no less than a dozen people with special physiques in this Yaochi." "The person next to the Holy Son of Yaochi is the young palace master of the Palace of Disillusionment, the Emperor of the Underworld. I heard that he received a drop of blood from the ancient emperor from the Hades period." Xia Hong said.
"Underworld Emperor?" Zhao Wuji was surprised. He couldn't tell the difference between the Ancient Age of Hades and the Age of Mythology, but he still knew that Emperor Underworld was the emperor's master, and was inextricably related to the underworld: "Then
Wouldn't he be targeted by the Ancient Yin Yang Sect? And the Hell Killer God Dynasty..."
"The rumors of Hell and the Yin-Yang Sect are indeed two forces that were dispersed after the collapse of the Underworld, but the people who got the blood of the Hades Emperor are from the Palace of Disillusionment, and they will not act rashly."
The Yin-Yang Sect of the Central Region and the Hell Killer Divine Dynasty have similar backgrounds."
"Hahaha, I see, the prerequisite for everything to be stable is to rely on fists to speak..." Zhao Wuji smiled bitterly after hearing this, and sighed at this moment.
"That's right." Xia Hongye smiled softly and nodded: "So I don't know what the background of Brother Shanhe is? I'm really curious that a holy son from a holy land is willing to follow you. This is not only surprising to me. I'll go to the pavilion later.
, if they knew the facts, I believe they would be shocked.”
Cheng Xi didn't say anything because he had already joined the Seven Heroes of Chaotic Sky. For him, he had indeed followed them in his heart.
"I am his brother-in-law, do you believe it?" Zhao Wuji paused for a moment and continued to say nothing surprising.
When Cheng Xi heard this, he immediately became anxious and smiled politely at Xia Hong: "Brother Xia, can I borrow the Emperor's Sword?"
"..." Xia Hong.
"..."Zhao Wuji.
Of course, Xia Hong would not borrow it, and the three of them went to the pavilion in the middle of a fight and a fight.
And Xia Hong directly brought Zhao Wuji and Cheng Xi to sit down at the table where the Holy Son of Yaochi was.
For a time, many of the geniuses of the same generation on the pavilion showed expressions of surprise. Xia Hong is a prince, and it is understandable that he has the same status as the Holy Son of Yaochi. However, one of the two is young and the other is weak in cultivation. How can he sit at the same table with him? p>
At this moment, Ye Quan's face seemed slightly unhappy. He had no objection to Xia Hong sitting here, but it was unreasonable to bring two unrelated people with him.
"Brother Xia, these two are..." The Young Palace Master of the Palace of Disillusionment next to him called Yaochi Shengzi looked unhappy, and immediately spoke first to ease the embarrassment.
"Cheng Xi, the holy son of Daoyi Holy Land in the East Territory, is sixteen years old and a half-step saint." Xia Hong praised the little brother Cheng Xi next to him without any concealment: "And he doesn't have a special physique. I said
His talent is number one, Brother Ye should be irrefutable, right?"
"Hmph, talent." Ye Quanjia murmured softly, and then said indifferently: "In my eyes, talent does not exist at all. Without the blessing of a special physique, even if he breaks through that layer of shackles and reaches the quasi-emperor,
You can’t take my punch."
Cheng Xi had no expression on his face. He glanced at the Holy Son of Yaochi and wanted to dismiss it. Although he was humble in his bones, he was not weak.
However, after careful consideration in the end, I decided to endure it temporarily in order not to cause trouble for Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji also saw Cheng Xi's concerns. Of course he couldn't watch him suffer. After all, he would be his brother-in-law: "Brother Ye, what you said is wrong. The Holy Body may not necessarily be invincible."
As soon as these words came out, Xia Hong also heard it. This was obviously to support Cheng Xi. He just didn't expect that Brother Shanhe from the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm would directly deny the Holy Son of Yaochi in public.
"A secret realm of dragon transformation. If Xia Hong hadn't been here, you would have been dead." Ye Quanjia no longer concealed the arrogance in his heart and frowned at Zhao Wuji in a cold tone.
"Really?" Zhao Wuji's eyes also became sharp, but he still smiled: "A bet?"
As soon as these words came out, the boys and girls in the entire pavilion were stunned, and the noise stopped abruptly as soon as these words were spoken!
Oh my God?
Did I hear it right?
He wants to have a bet with Yaochi Shengzi?
This is a direct challenge!
Everyone's hearts were raised in their throats, staring at Zhao Wuji, who had a scholarly face and a gangster air, in disbelief.
"What do you want to bet on?" Ye Quanjie, who had been extremely strong since birth, naturally would not refuse. He looked at Zhao Wuji indifferently and said, "You will lose no matter what you bet on. Regardless of luck or cultivation, you are not good enough.
If you want to show your shame in public, I will give you a chance."
Indeed, if ordinary people propose a bet, he, the Holy Son of Yaochi, may not accept it, because he will think that the other party is not qualified at all!
"Then let's bet on luck and cultivation." Zhao Wuji said: "I'll bet that I can take a punch from you without dying. What do you think?"
Wow!
As Zhao Wuji blurted out his words, the pavilion suddenly boiled.
"What? I must have heard wrong this time?"
"No, he is in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, and he wants to receive a punch from the Holy Body Ye Quanjia..."
"The Holy Body seems to be famous for its hard and far-reaching fists. One punch can break everything, and one punch can cut off ten thousand soldiers!"
"Does he know what he is talking about?"
Countless people lamented this and thought that the man next to Xia Hong was probably crazy.