Li Chengtian rushed into the temple. An Pingtian and his daughter were a little surprised. What was this fool doing coming back in such a hurry?
Li Chengtian rushed to An Qi, picked up An Qi, put it on his shoulders and ran outside. Then he said to An Pingtian: "Master, I am going back to marry An Qi. I wish my father-in-law to be promoted to the Holy King as soon as possible."
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Li Chengtian and An Qi were newly married, and they promised to keep everything simple. But the daughter of the sect master was married to two true saints, so how could it be possible to really keep it simple? Guests from all walks of life heard the news and gathered from all directions, crowding the Piaomiao Peak.
The wedding lasted for ten days, and Li Chengtian finally smiled so hard that his mouth was fixed and could not be closed for a long time.
On this day, on Huagai Peak, Li Chengtian found Ruolan and arranged to enter the void battlefield.
Yang Jiong was still sleeping, and An Pingtian went to the realm of the Holy King Nuwa to ask for the human race fruit.
Li Chengtian said to Ruolan: "After you enter the Void Battlefield, you have to seize the marks of the Four Holy Realms and guard them for ten thousand years before you are considered a real victory. You brought Yang Jiong with you to influence the battle. My opinion is to keep him
At Huagai Peak, I will send someone to take care of him."
It was extremely inconvenient to take him with him to fight, but Ruolan was really worried about handing Yang Jiong over to others. Everything she did was to save Yang Jiong. If Yang Jiong made a mistake, what was the point of doing all this?
After thinking for a while, Ruolan said: "Master, let Murong Xiaoxin take care of Yang Jiong."
"How can Xiaoxin, who is only in the Golden Immortal realm, take good care of Yang Jiong? How about letting her and her Master Xinyue take care of Yang Jiong."
Even though Ruolan was reluctant to give up, she still let go of Yang Jiong, took Li Chengtian's teleportation jade token, and went to the void battlefield.
At the entrance of the Immortal Battlefield, three Immortals were already sitting there. When Ruolan came over, an angel with twelve transparent wings behind his back said: "Dear lady, you are late. You thought the Holy Sword Sect was going to give up."
A man with six gold stars on his forehead, bare-chested, looked at Ruolan and said: "The Holy Sword Sect has always sent women to fight since Li Chengtian passed. The Holy Sword Sect has been prosperous and the Yang is declining, so it can only rely on women to support its appearance."
A gold star on the forehead is a sign of practicing "Jin Yang Gong". Ruolan is a little confused. Could their "Jin Yang Gong" and his own "Jin Yang Gong" be the same kind of exercise?
In the Holy Realm Training Ground, she had only been to the Holy Realm Camp of Gabriel and Abraham, but had never been to the Holy Realm Camp of Vishnu. She did not know that the angels running around the ground at that time had a star on their foreheads.
Venus.
The man with a scarf on his head waved his hand and put on the staff. It was a blue gem the size of a goose egg, with circles of magic lines peeking out.
He stood up and said: "Everyone is here, you can enter the battlefield. My staff is already hungry and patient, waiting to fight you."
The twelve-winged angel said: "I like your staff. I will take your staff later and give it to my mother for cooking."
The man practicing Jin Yang Kung stared at the wings on the angel's back and said, "I really want to pull a few of them."
Come and see what it is made of."
The three of them had been bickering for a long time. Ruolan looked like a middle-aged woman and they didn't bother to bicker with women, so they started belittling and slandering each other.
Several waves of coercion came, and the three of them were so frightened that they shut their mouths. Four men appeared at the entrance to the battlefield.
These four people are all in the realm of true saints. There is a young man with short hair, wearing the same clothes as Ruolan. He is relatively handsome, with clear contours on his face. After he glanced at Ruolan, he never moved his eyes away.
The other three true saints were similar to him, and their eyes stayed on Ruolan for a long time. It was not until a long time later that an immortal coughed, and the four true saints came back to their senses.
The three immortals really didn't know what to expect from a middle-aged woman.
The True Sage of the Holy Sword Sect smiled at Ruolan and said, "My name is Fengxiang, are you a newly promoted disciple?"
Ruolan hummed, lowered her eyebrows, and stood there silently. Fengxiang's fiery gaze made Ruolan feel a little disgusted.
"Fengxiang, why are the girls in your holy world more beautiful than the other? The last crescent moon was very beautiful, why is there another one that is even more beautiful this time?"
An ugly bald man's eyes pierced Ruolan's body like arrows.
Fengxiang smiled proudly and said: "Dahkala, as the saying goes, where the soil and water support the people, the holy world of Pingtian will have beautiful mountains and clear waters, and there will be outstanding people. Your place is poor and harsh, and the only products produced are crooked melons and cracked dates."
A burly middle-aged man shook his long hair. He moved elegantly and said to a short man with a mustache who was holding a staff: "Aladdin, do you have such a beautiful person in the world of the Holy King of Allah?"
woman?"
Aladdin's mustache curled up a few times and he shook his head.
The middle-aged man said: "Since your women are average-looking, why do you cover them so tightly that no one can see them from head to toe?"
According to the customs and habits of Allah's holy world, women are not allowed to appear in public. From the age of ten, they begin to cover their faces with gauze, and only relatives at home can see their true appearance.
"This is the rule of the Holy King of Allah. What does it have to do with you? Your holy world is good. Most women don't wear clothes, so that everyone can feast their eyes on it. To be honest, I long for your holy world."
Feng Xiang said: "Lu Jibo, the customs of your holy world are too open, and the customs of Allah's holy world are too conservative. The holy world of Brahma produces all extremely vicious and ugly people, hehe."
His laughter is self-evident, only Pingtian Holy Realm is much better in every aspect.
Mahakala's bald head was shining faintly, and he said angrily to Feng Xiang: "I think you should take her back. It would be a pity to have her killed after she enters the battlefield. How about I give you fifty high-grade Holy Path stones, and you take her back?"
Give it to me?"
Aladdin and the cherubim said in unison: "I am willing to give you sixty."
Fengxiang's face darkened and he said: "Don't get it wrong, she is our sect."
Disciples of the Lord, if you are willing to face the wrath of the Great Sage Pingtian, just try it, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
"Beautiful Miss An Qi has accepted a disciple?"
"Yes, she is An Qi's only disciple. Now that everyone is here, there is no need to talk nonsense. After starting the battlefield, everyone will supervise the battlefield and wait for the final result."
Feng Xiang said to the Four Immortals: "When you enter the Void Battlefield, the purpose of everything is to snatch the Holy World Mark from others. After grabbing the Holy World Mark, you can move to your own position and guard it for ten thousand years. Everyone has a teleportation talisman. If you lose the battle,
If you wish to withdraw from the battlefield, just crush the teleportation talisman."
The four of them took the teleportation talisman, and Feng Xiang waved his hand, sending the four of them into the vast void.
In the void, the four people were fifty million miles apart. This distance happened to be the farthest distance between the immortal's spiritual thoughts and teleportation.
Behind Ruolan is a radiant sword, and behind the other three are an angel mark, a staff mark, and a golden sun mark.
The tall, middle-aged man flapped the twelve transparent wings on his back and appeared in front of Ruolan.
He bowed to Ruolan and said: "Beautiful lady, are you really as beautiful as the true saints say? As long as you show your true face, I, Victor, swear in the name of God, I will protect you."
"Really?" Ruolan laughed so hard that her branches trembled.
Victor shrugged and said: "Of course, I will swear it in the name of God now."
Before he finished speaking, Ruolan's face suddenly changed and she turned into an extremely ugly woman.
The woman's thick nose hairs stick out of her nostrils, and her thick, black lips are filled with interlocking black teeth. She has a pair of small eyes as big as soybeans, her nose is short and flat, and her dark skin is dotted with spots.
Victor was startled, jumped back and said, "You, you look like this?"
"Yeah, is there something wrong?"
Victor looked carefully with his spiritual mind, and found that Ruolan was not wearing a mask, nor was she a phantom. He really didn't believe that the stunning beauties mentioned by the Four True Saints would look like this. Could their aesthetics be different from his own? Or were they promoted to True Saints?
, do they all regard ugliness as beauty?
Ruolan said: "Your mark of the Holy Realm has been robbed, aren't you in a hurry?"
"If there's anything urgent, let them save it for a few days first."
Ruolan was so ugly that he no longer had any interest in showing hospitality in front of Ruolan, so he turned around and flew away.
Just after flying a short distance, he suddenly returned to Ruolan. His eyes were fixed on the Pingtian Holy Realm mark behind Ruolan and said: "Killing one will reduce one competitor, so why don't I do it on you first?"
As soon as he moved, two dragon arrows were already in front of him. He took out a golden giant sword, "swish" the two swords cut off the dragon arrows, and slashed towards Ruolan.