Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go

Several streamers fell from the flying ancient beast.

Everyone looked at him, and the head was a young man with a tall figure and a jealous eyebrow.

Seeing this person, the cultivators all around were slightly disappointed.

"It's not the Emperor of the Wang Family, but Wang Teng's younger brother, Wang Gang." A Tianjiao shook his head slightly, rather disappointed.

They also want to admire the demeanor of the young emperor.

"Hmph, my brother, how could it be possible to come here and compete with a group of people for a consort?" Wang Gang looked around and smiled coldly.

He also has great respect for Wang Teng.

In his thoughts, if Wu Mingyue took the initiative to post, maybe Wang Teng could accept it.

Asking Wang Teng to take the initiative to grab the position of the consort is simply losing the identity of the young emperor.

The entire Beidi Wang family is proud of Wang Teng.

At this time, a car roared in Yuankong again.

"The Jun family is finally here!"

The monks of many forces present couldn't help standing up and looking at them, wanting to see if Jun Xiaoyao appeared.

However, to their disappointment, they did not see the nine lions.

That is Jun Xiaoyao's queen mount.

Jun Zhantian showed up with Jun Zhanjian and others.

After seeing that there was indeed no figure of Jun Xiaoyao appearing.

All kinds of voices came out.

Of course, most people still believe that even if Jun Xiaoyao cannot defeat the champion, he will never be afraid.

There are also a few people who think that Jun Xiaoyao is guilty of conscience and dare not come.

"It's really a group of short-sighted guys, how can ordinary people measure the strength of the son?" Jun Linglong said indifferently.

Even the closest people like them do not know Jun Xiaoyao's true strength.

How would those outsiders know?

"Don't worry about it, I believe Xiaoyao will come." Jun Zhantian smiled, confident.

And it didn't take long for the Jiang family to come.

Jiang Shengyi and Jiang Luoli, the appearance of the two beauties, the young and the young, seemed to add splendor to the world.

The eyes of countless people were taken away by these two shadows.

"It is said that the princess of the gods is stunning, but the Jiang family's double beauty is worse than it is." A young Tianjiao admired.

"These two beauties, if they can be favored by one of them, I will die without regrets!" a male monk said idiotically.

"You're thinking about fart, do you think you are the son of the king's family?" A group of people rolled their eyes.

At Ye Family's side, Ye Xingyun's pupils trembled slightly.

The exquisite shadow that made him think about it day and night appeared.

Although his personality has undergone subtle changes, his feelings have not changed.

Just when Ye Xingyun wanted to step forward to say hello.

Jiang Luoli jumped directly to Jun's side.

"Where is Brother Xiaoyao, Brother Xiaoyao, where is he?" Jiang Luoli probed his head and swept around among the Jun family crowd.

But looking left and right, she didn't see the figure that made her miss day and night.

"Xiaoyao hasn't come yet." Jun Zhantian said.

"You Nizi, are you in such a hurry?" Jiang Shengyi walked up, snow-clothed and dust-free, and the fairy face was as beautiful as a dream and illusion, which made people sink.

"Huh..." Jiang Luoli puffed up her mouth and wrinkled Xiaoqiong's nose.

She was a little unhappy.

Because I didn't see the person I wanted to meet.

By coincidence, Ye Xingyun just got together at this time.

"Luo Li, it's been a long time." Ye Xingyun showed a calm and decent smile.

"Who are you?" Jiang Luoli felt a little depressed and irritated.

"I am Ye Xingyun." Ye Xingyun's cheek was stiff again.

"Oh, I remember..." Jiang Luoli nodded his head.

However, before Ye Xingyun was secretly happy, he heard it.

"You're the one who was beaten and fainted by Brother Xiaoyao, right?"

Even if Ye Xingyun's personality was calm, he almost vomited a mouthful of blood at this moment.

Jiang Luoli spoke to Brother Xiaoyao, and closed his mouth to Brother Xiaoyao.

It was almost like a curse, making Ye Xingyun crazy, wishing to obliterate Jun Xiaoyao directly.

He barely smiled stiffly, then turned and left.

Jiang Luoli didn't care either, only Jun Xiaoyao was in her heart.

"You Nizi, don't worry, I think he should come." Jiang Shengyi smiled comfortingly.

Although she did not show it, but in her heart...

In fact, I also want to see Jun Xiaoyao.

No... I really want to see you.

As time goes by, the major immortal forces have almost come together.

However, no one noticed that there was a figure wearing a hood sitting on the seat in the corner of the rear.

It was Xiao Chen.

He stared at the Jun family coldly.

It is said that love the house and black, hate is the same.

"In the future, if I, Xiao Chen, can rise up completely, I must uproot the Jun family and cut the roots!" Xiao Chen vowed secretly in his heart.

And at this moment, there was a lot of noise and exclamation around.

Far from the sky, a figure shrouded in divine light stepped into the sky.

"It's the champion!" many monks shouted.

No wonder they are so concerned, because the champion Hou was originally the eye of the storm.

He is the person most likely to be elected Wu Mingyue's consort.

Plus the engagement with Jun Xiaoyao.

All this pushed the champion Hou to the forefront.

The champion Hou at the moment is different from the champion Hou in the ancient country of Suzaku.

The champion Hou is just a clone.

And this one is the deity.

The true champion Hou, dressed in a dark and vicious sky-light horn armor, holding a sharp sharp spear.

In his body is still faintly, there is an endless sword intent permeating, it is the emperor spirit sword.

"Is this the champion of the gods, the aura is really strong!"

"Yes, seeing it is better than hearing it. Although this champion has a bad reputation, he is really strong!"

Seeing the real champion Hou appear, many immortal forces' Tianjiao, their expressions are a bit solemn.

The breath of champion Hou is too strong.

Plus a **** costume picked up by good luck.

Even the top Tianjiao of the immortal forces must be jealous.

In the corner, seeing Xiao Chen of Champion Hou, his face was instantly covered with frost.

"Is this person the scumbag who wants to get Mingyue, I really can't underestimate it." Xiao Chen's heart filled with coldness.

Tiantian, Yang Pan's eyes fell on Jun's side.

"Oh, it didn't appear as expected, it seems I still look at Jun Xiaoyao highly." Yang Pan had a sneer on his face.

Jun Xiaoyao picked his peaches halfway, took his chance, and destroyed his clone and saint puppet.

Yang Pan simply had the heart to kill Jun Xiaoyao.

Being able to severely defeat Jun Xiaoyao's reputation under the public is also a kind of revenge.

However, as soon as his voice fell, a crisp voice with anger sounded.

"What qualifications do you have to evaluate Brother Xiaoyao, you ugly **** beetle!"

The person who opened his voice was Jiang Luoli.

Her words shocked the audience.

Then a lot of eyes looked at the champion Hou.

Champion Hou wears a dark skylight armor, and there are two dark corners on his head.

From a distance, it looks a bit like a **** beetle.

Many monks pouted, covering their mouths with their hands, and suffocating a smile, their faces flushed.

Yang Pan's expression sank, and his expression became cold and severe.