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 leader was a tall and straight young man with a rebellious look on his face.

Seeing this person, the monks around were slightly disappointed.

"It's not the young 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 look at the style of the young emperor.

"Hmph, my brother, how could he come here and compete with a group of people for a concubine?" 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 back, maybe Wang Teng could still accept it.

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

The entire northern royal family is proud of Wang Teng.

At this time, the chariot roared again in the far sky.

"The Jun family has finally arrived!"

The monks of many forces present could not help but stand up and look around, wanting to see if Jun Xiaoyao appeared.

However, to their disappointment, they did not see the figure of the nine-headed lion.

That is Jun Xiaoyao's royal mount.

Jun Zhantian appeared with Jun Zhanjian and a few others.

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

All kinds of voices came out.

Of course, most people still believe that even if Jun Xiaoyao can't defeat the champion, he will definitely not be afraid.

There are also a small number of people who think that Jun Xiaoyao has a guilty conscience and dare not come.

"What a bunch of short-sighted guys, how can the strength of the son be measured by ordinary people?" Jun Linglong said indifferently.

Even those closest to them do not know the true strength of Jun Xiaoyao.

How can those outsiders know?

"Don't worry, I believe Xiaoyao will come." Jun Zhantian smiled with confidence.

And not long after, the Jiang family also came.

Jiang Shengyi and Jiang Luoli, two beauties, one big and one small, appeared, as if the heaven and the earth were filled with splendor.

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

"It is said that the eldest princess of the Shen Dynasty is stunning, but the Jiang family's beauty is even more than that." A young Tianjiao praised.

"These two beauties, if I can get the favor of one of them, I will die without regrets!" said a male cultivator madly.

"You're thinking about shit, do you think you're the god son of the Jun family?" A group of people rolled their eyes.

At the Ye family's side, Ye Xingyun's pupils trembled slightly.

The exquisite figure 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 go up and say hello.

Jiang Luoli jumped directly to Jun's house.

"Where is brother Xiaoyao, where is brother Xiaoyao?" Jiang Luoli probed her brain and swept around in the crowd of Jun's family.

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

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

"You girl, are you in such a hurry?" Jiang Shengyi came over, her snow clothes were clean, and her fairy face was as beautiful as a dream, which made people sinking.

"Hmph..." Jiang Luoli puffed out her mouth and wrinkled Xiao Qiong's nose.

She was a little unhappy.

Because I didn't see anyone I wanted to see.

But by coincidence, Ye Xingyun got together at this time.

"Luo Li, long time no see." Ye Xingyun showed a calm and decent smile.

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

"I'm Ye Xingyun." Ye Xingyun's cheeks stiffened again.

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

However, before Ye Xingyun secretly rejoiced in his heart, he heard it.

"You are the one who was beaten into a faint by brother Xiaoyao."

No matter how calm Ye Xingyun's character was, he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood at this moment.

Jiang Luoli opened her mouth to brother Xiaoyao and closed her mouth to brother Xiaoyao.

It was like a curse, which made Ye Xingyun go crazy, wishing he could just wipe out Jun Xiaoyao.

He forced a stiff smile, then turned away.

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

"You girl, don't worry, I think he should come." Jiang Shengyi comforted with a chuckle.

Although she didn't show it, but in her heart...

In fact, I also want to see Jun Xiaoyao a little bit.

No...I really want to see you.

As time goes by, the major immortal forces are almost here.

However, no one noticed that there was a hooded figure sitting in the far corner seat at the back.

It was Xiao Chen.

He stared coldly at the group of people in the Jun family.

It is said that the love of the house and the Wu is the same as hatred.

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

And at this moment, there were a lot of noises and exclamations around.

In the distance, a figure shrouded in divine light came from the sky.

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

No wonder they are so concerned, because the champion Hou is like the eye of the storm.

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

Plus the battle with Jun Xiaoyao.

All of this pushed the champion Hou to the cusp.

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

That champion Hou is just a clone.

And this is the deity.

The real champion Hou, dressed in the dark and ferocious Tianmang horn armor, holding the cold-edged sword of scorpion.

In his body, still faintly, there is an endless Haoran Sword Intent permeating the air, which should be the Emperor Spirit Sword.

"Is this the champion of the Divine Dynasty, the breath is really strong!"

"Yeah, seeing is better than seeing. Although this champion has a bad reputation, his strength is really strong!"

Seeing the real champion Hou appearing, the faces of many immortal forces are a little solemn.

The breath of the champion Hou is too powerful.

Plus a god outfit that was picked up by good luck.

Even the top geniuses of the immortal forces should be afraid.

In the corner, Xiao Chen saw the champion Hou, his face instantly covered with a layer of frost.

"Is this person the scumbag who delusionally wanted to get Mingyue? He really shouldn't be underestimated." Xiao Chen's heart filled with coldness.

In the sky, Yang Pan's eyes fell on Jun's side.

"Oh, it didn't appear, it seems that I still look at Jun Xiaoyao." 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 almost had the heart to kill Jun Xiaoyao.

To be able to ruthlessly defeat Jun Xiaoyao's reputation in the public eye can be regarded as a form of revenge.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a delicate voice with anger sounded.

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

The person who opened the voice was Jiang Luoli.

Her words shocked everyone.

Then many eyes turned to the champion Hou.

The champion Hou wears a dark armor with horns, and there are two dark corners on his head.

From a distance, it does look like a big black beetle.

Many monks snorted, covered their mouths with their hands, and tried to hold back their laughter, their faces flushed.

Yang Pan's expression sank, and his expression became cold and severe. Recommended reading: "Reading Archives 2013"