Tian Yuan

"Can you talk to me about Tai Wei in depth?"

Since Sword God Li Jinzhou regained consciousness, he has not inquired about the current situation. I had a rough understanding of things in the world when I was drinking and talking with old friends.

"He's a legend."

Situ Lin murmured.

The millions of monks present were as dumb as a tree, trapped in it and unable to calm down.

High up, Chen Qingyuan stood proudly, overlooking the world, with majestic power.

Shaking the sword in his hand, he calmed down the rioting laws deep in the starry sky, and soon returned to calm.

"After this battle, your majesty becomes even greater than before."

Someone in the crowd of a certain star said something, which immediately broke the strange silence. The commotion started again. Countless pairs of eyes looked at it, and waves of terror surged in their hearts.

"Don't regard Your Majesty as your opponent, otherwise you will live in his shadow for the rest of your life and will never be freed."

Some old guys saw the thoughts of their juniors, slapped the back of the head, and said seriously.

"Grandpa, I was just thinking about it, it's not that exaggerated!"

The young man has just embarked on the path of spiritual practice and does not know how vast the world is. His childishness is still there and his voice is clear and clear.

"You have just entered the golden elixir stage, and you only see how strong your superior is, and you subconsciously regard your superior as a goal in your life. But when you reach a certain height, you will realize how ignorant and stupid you are."

The old man also had the passion of his youth, and he understood the fearlessness and ignorance of the little guy, so he could only teach him slowly.

Without climbing to high places, you can only understand that Your Majesty is very strong and stands at the top. Only when you have reached a certain level of cultivation will you know how powerful your Lord is. Living in the sea of ​​taboos, you have broken the extreme rules of the world.

"Grandpa, what do you mean by this?"

The little guy seems to understand.

"Put it another way, do you think grandpa is great?"

The old man thought for a moment and asked kindly.

"It must be awesome! Looking at the Sanchuan Galaxy, no one dares to disrespect you. Even the monarch of the Qin Dynasty must treat you as an honored guest."

The little guy said excitedly.

"Then you know that grandpa and Lord Youfeng together are far inferior to your Majesty." The old man said seriously: "No, to be precise, they are not qualified to worship your Majesty, and can only hide in this remote area. Look up.”

"No...no way!"

The little guy was stunned, it was beyond what his heart could accept.

"When you occupy a place in the Sanchuan Galaxy, you will understand what grandpa said. My child, don't be too ambitious. There are some people you are destined to be unable to touch, so don't expect too much."

He was afraid that his grandson would fall into the quagmire and eventually become obsessed and go crazy. Get rid of this thought before it's too early.

In the cold starry sky, a layer of white mist formed around Chen Qingyuan.

When the white mist dissipated, he had put on a clean and neat white Xuan suit.

The injury is not serious, just take two more healing pills.

As he slowly walked down, someone stood in front of Chen Qingyuan.

"See you, Your Majesty!"

The visitors were several ancestors of the Dragon Clan. They looked nervous and frightened, and they saluted respectfully in front of countless heroes. They used to value face very much, but now they don't care much about it.

Times have changed, and Chen Qingyuan can be said to have stood at the top of the world. He cannot be an enemy, but a friend.

Chen Qingyuan looked at the old men in front of him coldly, and probably guessed the reason: "What's the matter?"

"May I ask, Your Majesty, if the power of the dragon radiates from your body, is it the blood of the dragon clan?"

An old man stepped forward and asked boldly.

"I do have some connections with the Dragon Clan, but it has nothing to do with the Dragon Clan's bloodline." Chen Qingyuan replied indifferently.

After hearing this answer, several ancestors of the Dragon Clan obviously showed a trace of regret and disappointment. He quickly covered up this emotion and still maintained respect: "Your Majesty must have formed a good relationship with the Dragon Clan."

"Whether it's good karma or bad karma, it doesn't matter what it has to do with you."

When Chen Qingyuan obtained the emperor's bones, he only promised to protect the dragon clan's inheritance. As for other demands, no commitments were made.

Originally, he wanted to make good friends with the Dragon Clan, but unfortunately the Dragon Clan was too proud and ended up in this stiff situation.

Hearing this, the elders of the dragon clan smiled awkwardly. They wanted to say something that could ease the relationship between the two parties, but they didn't know where to start.

"Take care of yourself."

For the sake of the Dragon Emperor, Chen Qingyuan said one more thing.

Then, Chen Qingyuan bypassed several people and continued forward.

The old man of the Dragon Clan did not dare to block the way anymore. He bent slightly and watched Chen Qingyuan leave.

The crowd was watching, and their attention fell on Chen Qingyuan, who was speechless and had complicated thoughts.

"call out"

After more than ten breaths, Chen Qingyuan tore through the void and disappeared.

The monks staying in the surrounding stars are still trying hard to search for Chen Qingyuan. It's a pity that with their ability, they can't catch any traces.

"Marquis Yunan, Emperor Taiwei..."

"Your Majesty's true combat power is likely to rival that of the Quasi-Emperor."

"The emperor's shadow appears, the sound of Taoism curls up, and the green lotus blooms. I can observe it, and I am blessed for three lifetimes."

"It is said that Your Majesty has an inseparable relationship with the Dragon Clan."

"We can only stop in the outer areas of the emperor's tomb. Remember not to go deep, otherwise there will be great disaster."

This incident shocked the heavens.

In just a few months, the news spread all over the country and everyone became aware of the commotion.

The contemporary geniuses are all amazed by Chen Qingyuan's style and dare not compare with him.

At this time, on one of Qingzong's warships.

The tearing of the void was an illusion. In fact, Chen Qingyuan was hiding in a certain attic of his warship, closing his eyes to recuperate.

"Da da da..."

There was a slight sound of footsteps.

Bai Yunan held the tea and carefully opened the door and entered.

"Uncle, please have some tea."

Walking into the room, he put the tea on the table and bowed to Chen Qingyuan, obediently and obediently.

"Yes." Chen Qingyuan opened his eyes and nodded slightly.

"Uncle Master, you are really amazing."

The act of coming to serve tea was Bai Yunan's independent act. She had no choice but to hold it in no longer and wanted to meet Chen Qingyuan to discuss the details of the war.

"What do you want to say?"

Chen Qingyuan took a sip of tea and saw the girl's little thoughts at a glance.

"Uncle Master, can you tell me the specifics of this battle? And how much do you know about Yunanhou and Emperor Taiwei?"

The process of the war is secondary, the main thing is to know the past events of Yu Nanhou and the emperor, and then write it into a story, which will definitely make a lot of money. Bai Yunan's eyes were full of curiosity, almost overflowing.

"We have guests here. I'll tell you more in detail later."

Chen Qingyuan wanted to answer this girl's doubts, but suddenly he noticed a wave of aura, his eyes changed slightly, and he said solemnly.

"Yes." Although Bai Yunan was very gossipy, she understood the importance and bowed before retreating.

The next moment, the void somewhere in the room became distorted.

Chen Qingyuan set out tea and snacks and waited for the guests.