The holy land of the gods, the holy main peak, and the holy main hall.
On the Holy Throne, the body of the Divine Master was shrouded in thunder and fairy light.
And the first place under the holy seat is an old Taoist priest with a bad face: "Second Junior Brother, you tricked me!"
The divine lord of the heavenly sky fluctuated slightly, and asked: "Why did you say that, senior brother? How has this seat ever cheated you?"
The old Taoist snorted coldly: "Before we talked about three conditions in exchange for Shenxiaolonghupei, right?"
Lord Shenxiao nodded: "Yes, but senior brother did not send Shenxiao Longhu Pei to me."
The old Taoist was aggrieved: "But, didn't the inheritance already give you a share?"
"In this case, isn't Shenxiaolonghupei just a token to you?"
"For the past ten thousand years in our holy land, it's not just the juniors who don't have tokens."
The Holy Master of the Heavenly Firmament, Lei Ting Xianguang, calmed down slowly: "It turns out that this is what the senior brother said."
The old Taoist was taken aback: "Otherwise, what do you think I'm talking about? Are there other things?"
Lord Shenxiao shook his head: "No, so brother means that the dragon and tiger are lost, and you have to be paid?"
The old Taoist snorted and said, "Brother, you got around before, one yard is worth one yard, and the dragon and tiger pei are used to exchange for cultivation of Lingfeng."
"Now Longhu Pei is lost, but senior brother should give you the 1 million spirit stones that saved your daughter and the 500,000 spirit stones that Dapeng carved legs!"
Lord Shenxiao nodded: "Senior Brother, I should indeed give you the reward for saving Xi'er and the reward for carving the legs."
"But brother, don't forget that Longhu Pei was given to you by Xi'er for safekeeping, but now it's lost in your hands."
"The holy lord's keepsake is not important, but the value of Longhu Pei itself is more than this spiritual stone!"
"Senior brother thinks that Xi'er should ask you how many Lingshi compensation is appropriate!"
After the Holy Master finished speaking, the old Taoist priest's expression became wonderful in an instant.
"Junior, just pretend that I haven't been here today, and leave!"
After finishing speaking, the old Taoist turned around and walked quickly to the outside of the main hall.
Lord Shenxiao said calmly: "Actually, if senior brother wants to earn Lingshi, it's very simple."
The footsteps of the old Taoist stopped instantly, and he squeezed out a smile: "Junior Brother, please speak directly."
Lord Shenxiao said: "Brother, do you still remember what I told you? Shen Tian is the real son of luck."
"As long as senior brother, you are willing to teach him the body-training technique carefully, and get rid of the good relationship with him, you will definitely be able to improve your luck in the future."
The smile on the old Taoist priest's face slowly froze: "Hehe, are you making a fool of me, brother?"
"That kid has been a holy son for half a month, and there has been a lot of trouble, and I don't know how many disciples complained."
"Even I reckon that when Fang Chang leaves the customs, I have to go and beat this kid up."
"The Xinhuo Jing hasn't developed any tricks yet, so it's unlucky to be like this."
"Brother, you said he is the son of luck? It's a joke."
"Ask senior brother to accept this kid as his apprentice? No way!"
Lord Shenxiao said helplessly: "Brother, have you really thought about it?"
The old Taoist curled his lips: "I, Chu Longhe, have I ever regretted what I said?"
Lord Shenxiao said calmly: "You will definitely regret it this time, and it will be soon."
The old Taoist sneered: "You want to fool me? Brother, if you regret it, I will be your grandson!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old Taoist frowned slightly, as if he had said this several times.
…
At this moment, there was a loud noise from afar.
boom!
The thunder and celestial light on the main body of Shenxiao Sheng flickered slightly, and his eyes pierced the void.
He calmly said: "It's Shengzi Peak, this idiot Fang Chang really went out to trouble Shen Tian."
The old Taoist gloated and said, "Well, senior brother, let me say that this kid must be unlucky."
"How could the unlucky guy who practiced the fire-fire scripture be the child of luck? This kid wasn't beaten and disabled by Fang Chang, right?"
Lord Shenxiao calmly said: "Not really, but after Fang Chang learned the gymnastics from you for a few days, he became less and less..."
The thunder and fairy light fluctuated, and the Holy Master sighed rarely.
He took a step slowly, and a void portal appeared in front of him in an instant.
The Holy Lord stepped out, walked into the void portal, and disappeared into the Holy Lord's hall, one step at a time.
When the Void Portal reappeared, the Holy Master of the Heavenly Firmament had already appeared above the Shengzi Peak, outside the mighty thunder formation.
At this time, the area around Shengzi Peak was already full of curious melon eaters, all of whom were watching the duel between Shen Tian and Fang Chang.
"I'm going, has the new His Royal Highness the Holy Son finally fought with the senior brother? I've been looking forward to it for half a month."
"Elder brother, this can't work! Before the big formation is cracked, we rush in and fight forcibly."
"What do you mean senior brother can't do it? As a fighter, you should be fearless!"
"What's the matter with the strong rush? Can a cultivator become a fairy with fear?"
"That's right, it's clear that the new Holy Son avoids fighting, and hides in the mountain guard formation."
"Our holy son of the Holy Land, how could he not even have the courage to meet the challenge, what a disappointment!"
"This should be the best holy son of our holy land! If he becomes the holy master in the future, how about it?"
"You're overthinking, Junior Brother, the Holy Master chose the best and most powerful person from among the ten Holy Sons."
"Only for today's battle, it is estimated that the disciples watching the battle don't have much respect for this Holy Son, and they still want to compete for the position of Holy Master?"
"That's right, how can a holy son who doesn't even have the courage to face challenges win our approval?"
"Hehe, is it possible for a muscular fool like the senior brother to gain your approval?"
"Knowing that the mountain-protecting formation can block even the stage of transforming gods, it's still foolish to charge into it."
"If senior brother's mind becomes the Holy Master, our Holy Land will be really dangerous!"
"Yes, this girl thinks the new Son is good and full of wisdom."
"Obviously it can be solved with the brain, why fight hard with the elder brother?"
"What's more important is that the new Son is obviously more handsome!"
"This is the facade that our Holy Land should have!"
"Yes, yes, I am so envious of Senior Sister Yunxi!"
"Ah! What a dazzling thunder!"
"It's the Holy Master, it's the Holy Master who came out of customs!"
"Don't talk, everyone, hurry up and prepare to welcome the Holy Lord!"
…
"Welcome to the coming of the Holy Lord!"
Seeing the appearance of Holy Master Shenxiao, many disciples who were still whispering hurriedly bowed in salute.
All the disciples have great respect for this legendary Holy Master who single-handedly carried the banner and led the Holy Land to grow.
The Holy Master Shenxiao nodded slightly, his body was hidden in the endless thunder and fairy light, as if the god who controlled thunder and lightning came to the world.
He looked at Shengzi Peak indifferently, slowly raised his right hand, and flicked his fingers lightly.
Immediately, the incomparably bright Ten Divine Beast Thunderbolts collapsed and turned into nothingness.
And Fang Chang, who had been charged as an international friend, finally escaped.
Looking at the unyielding, angry, and arrogant Fang Chang, there was no emotion in the Holy Master's voice.
"Fang Chang, as a true disciple, you have committed an offense and trespassed on the mountain gate where the Holy Son lives."
"This seat punishes you to face the wall for a month, and to copy the rules of this sect three thousand times."
"You are not allowed to use spells, and you are not allowed to let Yun Ting copy it for you."
"I can recognize your handwriting."
As soon as the Lord's voice fell, Fang Chang, who was still full of unyielding face...
The arrogance on his face was gone.
(end of this chapter)