At the top of a tower not far from Yanwu Pavilion, Meng Zhenshu and elder Yang Yue stood there one after another. With their realm strength, everything that happened on the arena could naturally be seen.

Meng Zhengshu held her charming face with both hands, her eyes full of obsession. She said, "The man I like is indeed extraordinary. I really like this little cutie more and more."

Yang Yue, who stood behind her, raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, "Mr. God, you have seen no one thousand or eight hundred men in this century. If everyone has the talent and character of his, it would be a blessing for my Taisui Palace. But unfortunately, except for this Wei Yuan, the rest of the others who are useless except for their beautiful faces."

Meng Zhenshu turned a deaf ear to Yang Yue's sarcasm, and still looked like a girl who missed the spring.

Yang Yue sighed helplessly, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and then said, "Sir God, you are about to perform martial arts in the Heavenly Palace. Should you also decide which disciples to go to Mo Shen Palace to participate in Yan Wu?"

"Mo Shen Palace?"

Hearing these three words, Meng Zhenshu's face rarely turned cold, "If the old witch's territory was not her this time, I wouldn't want to go to the Potian Palace."

"Yes, yes, but even if you don't want to go, you still have to go. Since it is the Heavenly Palace's martial arts performance, if I am not in the Taisui Palace, I'm afraid I will be criticized. Moreover, the outcome of martial arts performance is directly related to the resource allocation of the major heavenly palaces in the world in the next hundred years. This is the top priority, so you should make a decision earlier."

Yang Yue spoke in a bitter tone.

Hearing this, Meng Zhenshu pursed his lips reluctantly, then looked at the direction of Yanwu Pavilion, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "First, the little cutie Wei Yuan, do you have no objection?"

"Although Wei Yuan's realm is not high, he is very powerful. I have no objection to him."

Yang Yue nodded slightly.

"The second one..." Speaking of this, Meng Zhenshu turned around and asked in confusion, "Who is the leader of the core disciple now?"

Yang Yue seemed to be accused of this god. This god has always been a hand-off manager. Not to mention the disciples in this palace, she may not remember all the names of dozens of elders. Except for the few who have been closer, the rest of the people are usually called "that who".

"Wu Fugui."

As he said that, Yang Yue continued, "This Wu Fugui's realm strength is also first-class among the core disciples. He is one, and I have no objection."

Meng Zhenshu nodded with satisfaction, "There are only two. There are only three disciples in each Heavenly Palace who can participate in martial arts performances, so the last one is Chang'an."

"Well, Chang'an she..." When she said this, Yang Yue was suddenly stunned, as if she felt something was wrong. Then she widened her eyes and raised her voice and shouted, "Sir God, are you crazy?

Although Chang'an is the Hunyuan Taoist body, its realm is only at the peak of the Yuan Slaying. Do you want her to go?

what?

Are you cheering off the court?”

Meng Zhenshu spread his hands, "Wei Yuan's little cutie has just cut the peak of Yuan..." "Can that be the same?

Wei Yuan can kill the poisonous dragon on the photogenic way, can she Chang'an?

Among the core disciples, there are many suitable candidates in the state of the God-Zhunting Realm. Lord Shen, please think twice before doing it.”

Yang Yue was almost vomiting blood by his god-loving and foolish manner, and he spoke with anger.

"Then I don't care. If you old guys still want me to go to Mo Shen Palace, I must take this Chang'an with me. Unless you say I can't go to that ghost place, I will naturally ignore anything."

Meng Zhenshu's attitude was like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, and spoke indifferently.

"You..." Yang Yue was so angry that his beard trembled, "That's the martial arts performance of the Heavenly Palace. "The gods of all the major Heavenly Palaces will be present. If you don't go, then..." "Since I want me to meet that old witch, don't care who I choose to go with you."

Speaking of this, Meng Zhenshu didn't plan to pay attention to Yang Yue anymore. He turned around and waved his hand, and disappeared on the tower in a flash.

After Meng Zhenshu left, Yang Yue's head suddenly became so worried that his mind was rising. This Heavenly Palace martial arts performance is not an ordinary small fight. Although only disciples participated, the ranking of the martial arts performance is related to the development resources of the Palace Sect in the future. Such a big thing is like this. I am afraid that only Meng Taisui can do it among all Heavenly Palaces.

After a while of distress, Yang Yue sighed helplessly and murmured to himself, "Forget it, it's not easy to let her go to Mo Shen Palace. If you want to take it, just take it with you. I just hope that Wei Yuan and Wu Fugui can compete with each other and not let Tai Sui fall to the last place."

At the same time, in the Yanwu Pavilion, the core disciples who had submitted the battle letters under the ring were already sweating. Looking at the two corpses on the ring and the two corpses thrown on the corpses, they had already regretted it. Who said that Wei Yuan was a waste? Who said that! Stand up! Why did he just hand in hand to such a monster?

If Wei Yuan won the first game by sneak attack, then what would happen if Zhao Fu, who is now lying on the ring, could not even leave the entire body behind? He was poked to death with one finger and one finger. Zhao Shenchu ​​Realm is no match for them. Most of them are not as strong as Zhao Fu, so they have no courage to step onto the ring at this time.

When everyone thought of this, they turned their heads and looked at Wu Fugui who was standing not far away. Now, the only one present is probably the only senior brother Wu who can have the power to fight Wei Yuan.

Seeing everyone's eyes, Wu Fugui finally narrowed his eyes, grabbed his big hand, and a scarlet spear suddenly appeared in his hand. The moment he held the gun, Wu Fugui's eyes changed instantly, and a bloody smell rushed towards him, emitting a horrifying murderous aura. The core disciples standing around him also changed their faces slightly, and they were more or less away from it. How many people would they have to kill to make it come out.

The Senior Brother Wu in front of him is not a good deal. Although his strength is a little worse than Shen Yuangui, if he wants to kill people, if he wants to rank second among the disciples of Tai Sui Palace, no one can rank first.

All the disciples watching the battle felt the murderous intent and felt a chill behind their backs. They turned their heads and looked over here. The moment they saw Wu Fugui, everyone was slightly shocked.

"Is it possible that even Senior Brother Wu is going to play?"

"That's right, the true strength shown by Wei Yuan can be said to be a direct pursuit of the Shenzhong Realm. I'm afraid that only Senior Brother Wu and the few core disciples of the Shenzhong Realm can compete with him."

"Senior Brother Wu's magic gun is extraordinary. I don't know if Wei Yuan can stop it."

"I think Xun, although Wei Yuan is capable of fighting Zhao Fu, compared with Senior Brother Wu, Zhao Fu is just a rabbit in front of the lion. How can he compare?"

"That's right. Fortunately, Senior Brother Wu is here today, otherwise my elixir will be ruined next month."
Chapter completed!