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

The entire Forbidden City was full of noise because of Jun Xiaoyao's arrival.

Jun Xiaoyao looked at the iron-faced Yang Pan, and said in a calm tone: "You shouldn't fight because you don't think it is necessary. Shooting you to death is not much more troublesome than shooting a fly."

"Jun Xiaoyao, don't talk about it, thinking that if one of my clones is destroyed, it will be really invincible?" Yang Pan said coldly.

He believes that Jun Xiaoyao's self-confidence is because Zeng easily killed his clone.

"Heh..." Jun Xiaoyao chuckled lightly without saying anything.

How can Yang Pan understand his ability.

Coldness surged in Yang Pan's eyes.

With his irritable personality, he almost couldn't help but directly start a war.

But when he thought that he would still be competing for the position of the horse, Yang Pan pressed this tone for the time being.

When he was vying for the position of the consort, he would challenge Jun Xiaoyao again and fight him on the top of the Forbidden City.

Jun Xiaoyao obviously also knew Yang Pan's thoughts.

He doesn't care about playing early and late, anyway, the result will not change.

Seeing the two men whose fighting was temporarily put out, the cultivators around still sighed.

Jun Xiaoyao's appearance was too strong and directly destroyed the champion Hou's invincible spirit.

But they are also very curious, will Jun Xiaoyao take part in the contender competition?

Jun Xiaoyao walked to Jun's side.

"Son of God!" Jun Zhanjian and others all handed over, with joy in their eyes.

They have also been annoyed by those rumors recently.

As soon as Jun Xiaoyao appeared, all the discredited rumors were self-defeating.

"Xiaoyao, you know you won't avoid fighting." Jiang Shengyi walked over and smiled.

"Sister Shengyi." Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

Jiang Luoli looked at the two of them, her eyes rolling.

She didn't think much about it.

"My Lord God, we have met again. The last time I played the piano all night, it is still vivid and unforgettable."

At this time, a beautiful lady came again, it was the Lyra female.

There was a trace of nostalgia in her tone, and longing was vaguely revealed in her eyes.

After knowing the true identity of Jun Xiaoyao, she felt flattered.

But Tianqin girl didn't know that Jun Xiaoyao only used her once.

"Wh...what...what? Talking about love all night?"

When Jiang Luoli heard the words, if he was struck by lightning, his whole body seemed to be petrified.

"Obviously it was mine first..." Jiang Luoli's small mouth squashed, his jealousy filled.

"Ms. Jiang misunderstood. It was playing the piano instead of having love." The Tianqin woman explained.

Jiang Luoli was still a little grudged, but it was all night, who knew that something unsuitable for children would happen.

"What are you thinking about, girl?" Jun Xiaoyao tapped Jiang Luoli's head.

Looking at Jun Xiaoyao, who is deeply trapped in the beauty Xiuluo field, let alone an outsider, even Jun Zhanjian looked envied and said, "I wish I had the charm of one-tenth of the Lord God Son."

"Are you thinking about peaches?" Jun Xuehuang attacked.

At this time, a magnificent voice came from the depths of the palace.

A golden arch bridge extended from a distance, and a group of people came slowly.

The head was a middle-aged man in an imperial robe, with a majestic face and great power in power.

This man is the emperor of the Panwu dynasty, the **** of Panwu.

And behind him, followed by a group of princes and princes.

Wu Mingyue and the three princes are among them.

The three princes immediately noticed Jun Xiaoyao, and his heart suddenly became cold and sank to the bottom.

"It's over, it really is him, the son of the Jun Family..."

There was a faint expectation in the hearts of the three princes before.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be true now.

Buy the Netherworld assassin and assassinate the king's son.

If this is exposed, the three princes can hardly imagine what the consequences will be.

"It doesn't matter, calm, the assassin of Netherworld, death will not reveal my identity." The third prince thought in his heart.

But at this moment, Jun Xiaoyao's gaze happened to fall on the third prince.

The third prince was stiff.

Jun Xiaoyao showed a faint smile and nodded slightly.

Upon seeing this, the third prince also pulled out a reluctant smile on his face.

In his heart, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"It seems that Jun Xiaoyao didn't know that I was instructing him behind his back." The third prince secretly said.

Taking a step back, even if Jun Xiaoyao would guess that it was him, it couldn't be established without evidence.

It's a big deal that the three princes refused to admit it, just pretending to be stupid.

It's a pity that the third prince didn't know, Jun Xiaoyao's smile.

It's the smile of the devil.

Wu Mingyue also saw Jun Xiaoyao, her face instantly became unnatural.

"Sure enough, it's still here." Wu Mingyue sighed, unusually nervous.

After all, her lifeblood is still in Jun Xiaoyao's hands.

"Is that the eldest princess of the gods, this is the first time I have seen it, it is really stunning!"

"Yeah, I finally understand why so many Tianjiao are vying for the identity of the consort. Not only can they soar into the sky, but they can also get such a beautiful woman."

Many monks looked at Wu Mingyue, and their eyes were amazing.

Wu Mingyue in a red dress robe is charming and coquettish, unparalleled.

"Mingyue..."

Sitting in the corner, Xiao Chen's heart was surging, his expression faintly excited and longing.

Wu Mingyue is his woman, and today he will not cede Wu Mingyue to anyone!

"Thank you all for coming to this banquet. Today is also the day for the little girl Mingyue to choose a husband. Only the talents who stand out can become the husband of my Panwu dynasty The Lord Panwu speaks, and the voice spreads everywhere. .

"Next, when the banquet begins, you young talents can also compete."

The main voice of Panwu God fell, and the whole banquet officially began.

"Haha, then I will show the ugliness first, and I have admired Princess Mingyue for a long time."

A handsome young man with a long sword on his back jumped onto the high platform he had prepared and laughed.

"He is a true disciple of the Tiannan Sword Sect, a powerful Tianjiao." Some monks said.

The Tiannan Sword Sect is also the top kendo force on the side.

However, Wu Mingyue did not even look at that day.

"Ah……"

A sneer came from Yang Pan.

He shot it directly, and the terrifying spear light made ripples in the void.

Upon seeing this, the real disciple of the Tiannan Sword Sect changed his expression suddenly, and his sword was unsheathed behind his back, and he moved to resist.

However, under one move, the true disciple vomited blood and flew upside down, and a blood hole appeared on his shoulder.

What's more serious is that the real disciple's whole body bones were shattered.

Several elders of the Tiannan Sword Sect came forward to investigate, their expressions were ugly.

However, due to Yang Pan's identity and the presence of the Panwu **** master, they also dared not speak.

"Huh, this prince's position is required, and anyone who doesn't have eyesight wants to fight for it, he can come up for a fight!"

Standing on a high platform, Yang Pan was wearing a heavenly horn armor and holding a mortal spear.

boom!

Just as Yang Pan's voice fell, a majestic breath suddenly spread from a banquet in the back.

At the same time, there was a cold shout with a determined meaning.

"Only I, Xiao Chen, can be Mingyue's cohort. As for you, Yang Pan, how far you go!"