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Chapter 1697 Zhao Yiran

"It's just a small conflict. Besides, you are disrespectful first. Your Majesty asked us to cut off one of our arms. Isn't this a bit too much?"

At this time, even Mo Wangchen couldn't help but finally stood up. He glanced at the Divine Son of Flame in mid-air and spoke softly.

"oh?"

The Son of Divine Flame smiled when he heard this, "It seems that your Excellency has any objections to my words? Since you don't want to lose your arm, let's keep our lives here today."

His words were very light, but he contained an unparalleled confidence. A sneer appeared on his face. He did not take Mo Wangchen and his group into his eyes at all, but looked at them like ants.

"It's really arrogant. We don't want to be enemies with anyone, but if you insist on doing so, don't blame us for taking action today." Emperor Huang and others also showed displeasure. In their view, this so-called

The Holy Son of Divine Flame was certainly stronger than him, but he was not strong enough to despise them.

In Sanqing, both the God Clan and the Martial Alliance are supreme beings. As emperor-level figures, they naturally have their own arrogance in daily life. How can they endure being looked down upon by others?

"I don't know whether to live or die. With just a few of you, I can suppress you all by myself."

Behind the Divine Son of Flame, an old man in white robes stood up. A flash of disdain flashed across his face. This was a strong man who had entered the seventh level of the divine realm.

"Bang!"

However, almost as his voice fell, Mo Wangchen suddenly stretched out a hand from far away, and slapped the old man who was speaking down with his invisible big hand. He coughed up blood in his mouth, and his expression suddenly changed.

He was pale and looked at Mo Wangchen with a look of disbelief.

"Bang bang bang!"

Continuous dull sounds sounded, and Mo Wangchen did not hesitate at all, and took action again. He slapped a palm towards several other old men, knocking them down from the sky just like the old man just now.

"I don't want to make things big, but if you really want to take action, I wouldn't mind playing with you."

Mo Wangchen said with a dull expression. Judging from the strength of the Holy Son of Shen Yan in front of him, it can be seen that this so-called Shen Yan Sect is probably not weak in the Star Fire Realm, and most of them have strong reverses.

.

But so what?

During this trip to foreign lands, he did not want to conflict with anyone, but if the other party took the initiative to provoke him, Mo Wangchen would not be able to sit still and wait for death.

What's more, with his current cultivation level, even if he doesn't use the power of the sacred monument, it is not difficult to fight against an ordinary reverse-life mirror strongman.

"Aren't you from the Linglong Realm?"

The Divine Son of Flame stood in front of the chariot and made a strong attack on Mo Wangchen, directly injuring several elders who were traveling with him. Such a method he thought he was unable to do.

Although it is not difficult to defeat these elders with one's own strength, it is impossible to do it as easily as Mo Wangchen.

There was a trace of fear in his eyes. It was obvious that these unknown people, who were just insignificant in his eyes, now showed enough strength to threaten him. Emperor Shenyan had to act cautiously.

At least now, if Zhen and Mo Wangchen take action, it will definitely not be a good thing for him.

"I'm afraid you have nothing to do with this. If there's nothing else, just leave. I don't want to be too embarrassed. What happened today was just an accident." Mo Wangchen said calmly.

If he couldn't, he certainly didn't want to provoke a big force, especially a force with a powerful person who had the Reverse Mirror.

After hearing what he said, the Divine Son of Flame was silent for a long time, and finally took a deep breath, looked at the elders who were seriously injured and coughing up blood, and said, "Let's go!"

"disease!"

Soon, the group of people returned to the chariot again, turned into rainbow light in the blink of an eye, and swept into the city not far away.

"Holy Son, among those people just now, the man in white who injured us may have realized the power of rebellion, and his strength is not inferior to yours."

After the chariot disappeared from the eyes of Mo Wangchen and others, in the chariot, an elder from the Shenyan Sect raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a frown.

"The power of reverse..."

Hearing these words, Shen Yan Shengzi couldn't help but narrowed his eyes. Obviously, he naturally felt the power of rebellion in Mo Wangchen, "This is not the Spark Realm after all. We have come a long way and it is not appropriate to conflict with others.

, However, I am afraid that most of those people just now are from outside the territory, rather than local cultivators in the Linglong Realm. When this happens, it will not be too late to settle accounts with them. I, the Shenyan Sect, have been bullied like this before.

?”

"What the Holy Son said is absolutely true. Now that the birthday of Linglong Realm Master is approaching, we need to rush to Linglong City as soon as possible. The Supreme Elder came half a month earlier than us, and now he is in Linglong City. If those few people just came too,

Participate in Linglong Realm Lord’s birthday, so soon

We will definitely encounter them again, and let the Great Elder uphold justice for us when the time comes!" An old man sneered. As elders of the Shenyan Sect, they were injured one after another by a young man. If they don't regain their face, they will be injured again in the future.

What other face can walk among all the worlds?

At the same time, outside the ancient city gate, Mo Wangchen and his party also came to the front of the city gate. Looking around, the ancient city showed the atmosphere of time, vicissitudes and immortality, and around the towering city walls, there were

A trace that has withstood the flames of war and remains standing.

"Guangwu City..."

Standing in front of the city gate, looking around, there are three large golden characters engraved on top of the city gate.

"Why is the interrogation so strict?"

Before entering the city, Mo Wangchen and others could see that everyone entering the city seemed to be subject to interrogation. There were several monks in black brocade clothes in front of the city gate blocking the way. Everyone who entered the city had to undergo their inspection.

examine.

"Is this your first time in this exquisite world?"

Hearing Mo Wangchen's words, a young man who happened to be passing by couldn't help but laugh, "In a few days, it will be the birthday of Linglong Realm Lord, and Guangwu City is the closest to Linglong City, south of the city.

Thousands of miles away is the Linglong Holy City. Most of the cultivators from all realms who are rushing to the birthday banquet this time will pass through here, so the Holy City has naturally set up a checkpoint here to conduct interrogations."

"Linglong Realm Lord's birthday?"

Mo Wangchen was startled for a moment, but he never expected such a coincidence.

"I am Zhao Yiran from the Yundao Immortal Sect of the Qianmu Realm. I am here to pay my birthday on behalf of the sect. If you are not coming with me, I have been here once two years ago and I am familiar with it. I can guide you and others.

It can be considered as making a friend." The man smiled, with a harmless look on his face.

Mo Wangchen nodded, but did not refuse. He had already discovered the man's cultivation early in the morning. Although he had entered the Great Vehicle of the Divine Realm, he did not pose any threat to his group. May the Lord of Linglong live a long life, if possible.

, he naturally wanted to join in the fun.


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