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Chapter 734 Your Highness, where are you going?

"Haha, I have been trapped in the Second Tribulation Half-Emperor for decades, and I have never been able to become an emperor. This time I must win the qualification for a Mu Zhen spiritual soil."

An old man in a yellow robe stepped out, with long half-black and half-white hair flying, and took the lead to step onto a suspended island. His sleeves were flying and he was high-spirited. When some monks saw this old man, they exclaimed in surprise.

"Master Yu Lin, he actually came out of the mountain."

"This man was once a giant on the Southern Barbarian Continent. He broke through to become a half-emperor before the end of Tianlan. It is said that his seniority is almost the same as that of the people in Wushan, but for some reason he has never been able to break through to become an emperor."

"He came out to compete for the spot in Mu Zhen's spiritual soil. Who can compete with him?"

"Not just the layman Yu Lin, look over there, do you know the middle-aged man in purple clothes? I believe there are not many people in Tianji Holy City who don't know him."

Someone pointed to the other side, where a young man in purple clothes was walking in the air. His movements were elegant and natural, and he stepped onto a suspended island in a few steps.

"King Daqian! He's actually here too." Following that man's voice, many people couldn't help but look over, with a hint of shock in their eyes.

King Daqian was not a famous figure among the elders of the Southern Barbarians, but a representative figure among the younger generation. He was once one of the twelve holy kings of the Southern Barbarians.

Before the end of Tianlan, there were forty-eight saints in the Southern Barbarian continent, namely twelve holy kings and thirty-six saints, representing the forty-eight most powerful saints in that era.

The Chaiyuanhou of Fuhai Holy Kingdom is one of the thirty-six holy princes, and the king of Daqian is the more noble twelve holy kings.

Time has passed, and the original Twelve Holy Kings are naturally more powerful and terrifying now.

King Daqian, he became a Second Tribulation Half-Emperor before he was 300 years old. It is said that more than one Second Tribulation Half-Emperor died in his hands. He was on the list of Young Emperors very early. Princess Cailin is more famous than him. All slightly worse.

"It's so scary. Not only King Daqian, but all the transcendent beings on the entire continent have probably already arrived at Tianju Mountain. Except for King Tianluo and King Bloody Hand, who have already broken through to become emperors, almost all the other ten holy kings are here. Already."



Everyone soon discovered that the peerless powerful men who appeared on Tianju Mountain were far beyond their imagination. The mysterious figures who had once been invisible to the dragons almost appeared in large numbers at this moment.

"Damn it, I originally wanted to fight for a spot, but with the appearance of those people, we have no chance at all."

"Yes, it's so hateful. We don't have any objections when the twelve holy kings and the thirty-six holy princes come out to fight for each other. But those immortals who have lived for thousands of years have one foot in the coffin and run out. Why are you just joining in the fun? Shouldn’t opportunities be given to us young people?”

"That's right, I finally became a Half-Emperor of One Tribulation. I thought there might be a chance, but now it's impossible. There are only 300 places, how can ordinary Half-Emperors like us fight for it."



Complaints abounded throughout Tianju Mountain, almost all of which were complaints.

The opportunity of Mu Zhen's spiritual soil is related to becoming an emperor and related to the supreme glory. Who wouldn't be jealous?

Some old monsters appear one after another to snatch those resources, and the young monks who are unable to compete with them are naturally very resentful.

The same is true in the painting pavilion.

The people who can be invited into the Painting Pavilion by Fairy Hua Xin are either talented young men or heirs of noble families. Any one of them is good outside. For example, Chen Rufeng and Yang Tianque are a calamity at such a young age. With the Half-Emperor's cultivation, his future prospects are limitless.

Originally, with their abilities, they had a great chance of occupying a suspended island, but the appearance of those older people caused them great obstacles. Rationally speaking, those old monsters who were not dead for a long time were indeed

We should not compete with young people like them for opportunities.

"Okay, stop talking. The fairest rule on the mainland is that strength is respected. If your strength is inferior to others, you have no right to speak."

Fairy Hua Xin glanced at the people in the painting pavilion and said coldly.

"I'm not convinced by this, Fairy. If I were allowed to practice to their age, I would definitely be stronger than them." Someone stood up and retorted. In the face of such a unique opportunity as Mu Zhen Ling Tu, there are already people who don't care whether they offend Hua Xin or not.

Fairy.

Hearing this, other people nodded in agreement, thinking that what Fairy Hua Xin said was unreasonable.

"Yes, if we were allowed to practice for a thousand years, we would be much better than those old guys. Why should we let them come out to snatch our opportunity?"

"I also think this competition method is unreasonable. Mu Zhen Spiritual Earth is the top resource on our Nanman continent. How can we give it all to the old people who are about to step into the coffin? How long can they live if they get the opportunity? How can we give it to the Nanman continent?

How much contribution has the mainland made? Only when our young people grow up completely can we do more for the Southern Barbarian Continent."

"Yes, Brother Yan is right. If those old monsters are allowed to compete with us, I will not accept it."

"I want to appeal to the Heavenly Palace and personally ask for help from the Divine Dragon Goddess. I believe that with the wisdom of the Divine Dragon Goddess, she will definitely agree with our point of view."

"Yes! We want to sue Tiangong. Our young people are the future of the Southern Barbarian Continent. Why should we give all opportunities to those old guys?"

"My Lady Shenlong Tiannu is our younger generation of monks. I believe she will understand our thoughts. Only when young people are strong can the future Southern Barbarian Continent be strong."



In the painting pavilion, many people were protesting, and some people with little background or power were also making noises behind the powerful people.

And it’s not just Hua Ge, but the entire Tianju Mountain Range is like this.

The appearance of those old monks completely squeezed out the living space of the young monks. With the existence of those people, it is almost impossible for them to compete for the quota of Mu Zhen Spiritual Land. Only by preventing the older monks from participating in the competition can they have a chance.

"Idiot! Do you think that the Divine Dragon Goddess and the many emperors can't think of the things you can think of? Do you think that anyone can go to Mu Zhen Spiritual Land? If you don't have the strength to go to Mu Zhen Spiritual Land, you are seeking death. Besides, you also want to see it

Divine dragon and goddess, you don’t overestimate your own abilities.”

Fairy Painting Heart smiled coldly, seeing that the situation in the Painting Pavilion could no longer be suppressed, she stopped paying attention to them and didn't care about them at all.

"If you don't have the strength, you should learn to keep a low profile, keep to yourself, and don't do things that seek death."

After saying that, Fairy Painting Heart stood up, stepped out of the painting pavilion step by step, and actually walked towards a suspended island.

"What the fairy said makes sense. It is fairest to speak based on strength."

Xi Qianye looked at the back of the Painted Heart Fairy, smiled faintly, stood up, and walked out of the Painting Pavilion.

Yuzhu was shocked when she saw this and hurriedly stopped Xi Qianye: "Your Highness, where are you going?"


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