Space-time plane crossing

Chapter 1309
Although Si Yin has been using Zheyan Shangshen as a bargaining chip to let Yijun Qingcang give him face.

And Yijun Qingcang also gave face and didn't do anything, because he was a person who was a god of Zheyan, so Yijun Qingcang kindly invited the three of them to Da Ziming Palace in Yijie as guests.

"The visitor is a guest, so please invite the three immortal envoys to visit Daziming Palace and return to the palace!"

Yijun Qingcang turned around and left on horseback, followed by the rest of Yijie's subordinates.

But Yang Cong and the others were caught in the middle by these Yi tribe people.

"What should I do? Could it be that Zheyan has offended Yijun Qingcang in the past ten thousand years?" Si Yin seemed to be complaining.

"There is no way." Ling Yu on the side shook his head: "This is the Wing Realm, our Celestial Clan disciples can't exert our full strength at all, unless they are of the upper god rank, we can come and go freely."

While speaking, Ling Yu couldn't help looking at Yang Cong, and Si Yin also looked at Yang Cong.

They all knew that Yang Cong was a high-ranking god, but they had only heard about it and hadn't actually seen it.

"This Yijun Qingcang is very powerful. I can still run if I am alone, but with you, it will probably be difficult." Yang Cong couldn't help but shake his head. The strength of this Yijun Qingcang has reached an extraordinary level. He, a newly promoted god, There is no way to fight against the old God like him.

What's more, there are two more people added. If there is a fight at that time, it is estimated that they will have to restrain their hands. I am afraid the result will not be very good.

Everyone also understood that it is impossible to resist now.

Yijun Qingcang was watching in front, and they couldn't run even if they wanted to.

"Tai Mu Wu." Si Yin looked at Yang Cong.

"What's the matter?" Yang Cong turned to look at Si Yin.

"If the Yi Clan has anything to say, please don't hold back, otherwise."

Si Yin was reminding Yang Cong that if Yang Cong got angry, his identity would be revealed, and it would be a disaster.

"I'm not as stupid as you think." Yang Cong slapped Si Yin lightly on the head: "You can be a master only when you have to endure hardships, endure the calm for a while, and take a step back to see the sea and the sky."

Si Yin also complained a little when Yang Cong knocked him like this, but after hearing Yang Cong's next words, he nodded in approval.

While the three of them were whispering, a beautiful voice came from behind.

"Little fairy envoy."

The three stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.

The Yi tribe woman they saw at the beginning stopped beside them on a horse, and then dismounted and came in front of them.

When Si Yin saw the person coming, he hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed: "Your Royal Highness."

The woman looked at Si Yin with a surprised look on her face: "How did you know that I am Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

Si Yin forced a laugh: "The princess is the only one who can intimidate the three armies with such a graceful figure and that face that is astonishing as heaven."

Hearing this, the woman nodded: "You are very good at talking."

"His Royal Highness, the princess, praised you." Si Yin said.

Then the woman turned her attention to Yang Cong who was standing among the three of them: "Who is this?"

Si Yin was about to answer, but Yang Cong spoke first: "Back to your highness, Princess, I am also under the throne of the God Zheyan."

Hearing Yang Cong's words, Si Yin at the side let out a sigh of relief, and now he is really at ease.

I can't help but have a good impression of this prince of the heavenly clan in my heart.

"I feel that you are very special." The princess of the Yi clan looked at Yang Cong and smiled slightly.

Different from other Yi tribes, this Yi tribe princess can be said to be the most special one, she likes to laugh very much.

The other Wing Tribes all had straight faces or looked extremely arrogant, but this Wing Tribe princess was the most harmonious one.

"Yes, I also feel that I am very special." Yang Cong replied.

Hearing Yang Cong's words, the princess of the Yi clan couldn't help but smile, and walked to Yang Cong's side: "Excuse me, are you married, Xiaoxianshi?"

"Marry?" Yang Cong was taken aback.

Not only Yang Cong was stunned, Si Yin and Ling Yu on the side were also dumbfounded.

If the Princess of the Yi Clan asked Si Yin and Ling Yu, they wouldn't do this, but Yang Cong was the only one who asked.

You need to know what Yang Cong's status is. He is the prince of the Tian Clan. Although one is the prince of the Tian Clan and the other is the princess of the Wing Clan, their statuses are both very noble.

But now everyone knows that the Yi Clan and the Tian Clan are ready to move, and it seems that they are about to start a war.

How can two hostile powers marry.

That's why they were so surprised.

After Yang Cong heard what the Princess of the Wing Clan said, he replied calmly: "I am still young and have never been married."

Upon hearing Yang Cong's answer, the Yi clan princess couldn't help but smile.

And the princess of the Yi clan left without saying anything.

Only two people were left stunned.

"Her Royal Highness Princess of the Emu Wuyi Clan seems to have taken a fancy to you." Si Yin said.

"Don't be rude." Ling Yu glared at Si Yin.

"It's okay." Yang Cong shook his head: "If it's what you said, it's just Mu Wu."

"That's right." Si Yin was not stupid, so he naturally understood what Yang Cong meant.

Mu Wuben is the pseudonym of his voice, and it doesn't exist in this world at all.

If you wait until you return to Kunlun Xu, then Muwu will disappear in this world.

Coming to this Daziming Palace, compared with the Tiangong where Yang Cong lived since he was a child, this Daziming Palace has a bit more strange color, very evil and strange, it doesn't have to be so holy as Tiangong.

"Come, sit." Yijun Qingcang, who was sitting on the main seat of the hall, signaled slightly.

The three of them sat on the empty seats beside them.

The Wing Clan dancers who were dancing gracefully in the center of the hall also stopped and came to the three of them.

"Shangxian, please drink." The Yi tribe dancer sitting next to Yang Cong picked up the wine glass on the table and handed it to Yang Cong.

That way, it's not a toast, but a wine feed.

"I'll do it myself." Yang Cong didn't have any intention of doing anything, just took the wine glass from the dancer beside him and drank it by himself.

For some reason, Yang Cong always felt something wrong after drinking this wine.

In the end, Yang Cong still attributed it to the fact that he drank good wine in Tiangong, and he might not be very used to drinking wine in this wing world.

Even so, the Wing Dancer next to Yang Cong didn't seem to give up just yet.

That white skin was exposed to Yang Cong's gaze, leaning slightly against Yang Cong's body.

As for Yang Cong, he smelled a faint fragrance, but he frowned slightly because of this, but he didn't react, and just let the dancer do whatever he wanted.

Yijun Qingcang glanced at the three of Yang Cong, then turned to look at the Yi clan princess who was sitting on the other side: "Ranzhi, where's your second brother?"

Princess Yan Zhi of the Yi Clan replied, "I'm afraid she hasn't come back yet."

(End of this chapter)