After Yi Yun sat down, the old man in black was still standing there like a wooden stake.
The old man in black looked extremely ugly now. What Yi Yun said to him before was: "If you have something to do, we can't sit down and talk about it."
But after Yi Yun finished speaking, he didn't even have a place to sit.
There were so many people in the room. In addition to the emperor sitting in the middle, there were also some strong men at the peak of the Kaiyuan Realm. Everyone was looking at the old man in black, which made the old man in black extremely embarrassed.
At this time, the former Huang King waved and signaled the Huang tribe's guards to bring a new chair and placed it next to Yi Yun.
Seeing the chair being delivered, the old man in black finally looked a little better. He snorted coldly and was about to sit on the chair. Unexpectedly, Yi Yun gently pressed the vice hand of the chair and asked Lin Xin.
Hitomi waved.
"Xintong, come and sit."
Um?
The old man in black stared, and his legs that he had just stepped out suddenly froze.
He watched helplessly as Lin Xintong walked slowly in a white dress. In the dark hall, she looked like a fairy walking in the dark night.
At this time, the old man in black was of course closer to the chair. As long as he took two steps, he could sit on the chair before Lin Xintong, but...
He doesn't have the confidence!
It's not that the old man in black is afraid of what Yi Yun will do to him. In this situation, Yi Yun can just release his breath to suppress people, but it is absolutely impossible to do anything.
What really made the old man in black lose his confidence was Lin Xintong, who was slowly walking towards him.
Lin Xintong fell down with a random step, and there seemed to be patterns intertwined with laws under her feet. Lin Xintong's strength was already unfathomable.
However, she usually keeps a low profile and mostly just follows Yi Yun, rarely taking action and not showing off.
The old man in black knew that he was definitely no match for Lin Xintong.
In the world of warriors, the strong are respected. In this case, Lin Xintong should sit on this second chair, both emotionally and rationally.
If he were asked to compete with Lin Xintong, how could he have the confidence to do so? Without this strength, if he had the guts to grab Lin Xintong's seat, even the human race would think he was unqualified.
So, he watched helplessly as Lin Xintong calmly sat next to Yi Yun.
The face of the old man in black turned completely dark.
At this time, Cang Yan and others who witnessed all this not far away completely understood something, which was completely unimaginable and unbelievable to them.
That is Yi Yun and Lin Xintong. Not only are their status extraordinary, but their strength has reached the top level of the Tianyuan world for unknown reasons!
Yi Yun and Lin Xintong have not only been crowned emperors, but they are also definitely at the top level among emperors. In front of them, the old man in black has no temper at all.
Just when the old man in black was extremely embarrassed, the former Desolate King signaled a Desolate soldier and slowly brought in the second chair.
This chair is only placed in a corner of the conference table.
"Master Xuanhu, don't you mind if you sit there."
The former Huang King said casually, with a lazy and playful smile on his lips, Xuanhu, the title of the old man in black, comes from the form of his Dharma totem.
I don't have the slightest fondness for this old man in black, the former King of Huang.
The old man in black snorted. He really wanted to walk away, but he knew that it would be embarrassing to walk away at this time. Moreover, the negotiations between the human race and the desolate race were not over yet.
He could only bear this breath and sit down, but in this way, he no longer had the aura that he had just exploded with the Dharma Totem.
"Xuan Hu, don't worry. We are a little weaker now. It doesn't matter if we let them have a moment of glory in the meeting. However, the Black-armored Demon God is about to come. Jiang Xiaorou is locked by the Black-armored Demon God, which means that her name has been crossed out in the book of life and death.
, how long can the Desolate clan be so proud? And that Yi Yun, how can he ignore Jiang Xiaorou? If so, let’s see how he does it!”
When the old man in black felt aggrieved, a message of vitality sounded in his ears.
The person who spoke through the message was another member of the Tianyuan Presbyterian Church.
When Yi Yun was invited to Juejian Mountain more than half a year ago, this person also witnessed Yi Yun's strength. Of course, he didn't want Yi Yun to grow up and be able to easily control his destiny in the future.
Xuanhu snorted coldly and said through the voice: "You are right. Let me see how arrogant he can be. The little demon girl of the Desolate tribe will not live for a few days. If the Desolate tribe and Yi Yun can die together with the black-armored demon god
That’ll be great!”
Xuanhu thought like this, and gave Yi Yun a hateful look. He died together. He solved the three scourges of Yi Yun, the Huang tribe, and the Black-armored Demon God at once, and everyone was happy.
Of course, he was just thinking about it. He knew very well that the Black-armored Demon God was so powerful that it was almost impossible for Yi Yun and the Huang tribe to die with him.
Yi Yun had already felt the hostility in Xuan Hu's heart. After enlightening in Chunyang Sword Palace, Yi Yun felt that he was in control of everything around him. He didn't need to use his eyes to see at all.
"Young Master Yi, it has only been ten short months since you and I parted ways at Juejian Mountain. Today we see you again, Young Master Yi, and your strength has grown even further. It's really unbelievable."
The island owner of Yingzhou Island spoke politely to Yi Yun. Yi Yun was smiling and chatting with the Yingzhou Island couple while transmitting messages to Jiang Xiaorou.
He had to understand the background of the negotiation first. In just a few words, Jiang Xiaorou told Yi Yun everything that had happened recently.
When he heard that Jiang Xiaorou was targeted by the Black-armored Demon God, Yi Yun's heart tightened, "Sister Xiaorou, why did the Black-armored Demon God target you?"
"I don't know either..." Jiang Xiaorou sighed softly. She felt that her existence had brought huge trouble to both the Huang clan and Yi Yun.
Jiang Xiaorou was inevitably happy that Yi Yun came to the deep mountains and swamps at this time, but she was more worried.
Originally, the Black-armored Demon God invaded the headquarters of the Desolate Tribe, but with the resistance of the Holy Spirit, the Desolate Tribe was able to escape intact.
At that time, before Jiang Xiaorou evacuated, she left a message to Yi Yun, telling Yi Yun the direction of her escape.
However, the situation changed next. The Black-armored Demon God chased after her step by step and locked onto Jiang Xiaorou, which made it impossible for the Desolate Clan to start their second escape. At this time, Jiang Xiaorou no longer wanted Yi Yun to come to the deep mountains and swamps.
Until now, Jiang Xiaorou could faintly feel the Black-armored Demon God's subtle mental lock on her. Maybe in the next breath, the Black-armored Demon God would suddenly come here!
The human race obviously also felt that the next attack by the Black-armored Demon God might happen in a very short period of time, so their negotiations with the Desolate race were extremely intense.
The human race has no way to ask the Desolate race to do anything for them, but the human race is not without capital.