The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

When the team of more than a dozen people moved away and stopped next to the Lin family's team, no one dared to whisper.

"That's from Ximen's family. I heard that they are all bloodthirsty, and they don't make sense at all."

"What the hell, are you sick? It's so close to arrange Ximen's house, don't drag me if you want to die."

"The last time I traveled to the Western Regions, I heard that a family offended the little princess of the Ximen family. As a result, 12 members of the family were slaughtered."

"Yeah, well, I've also heard that there are thousands of miles of scorched earth, houses are completely destroyed, and blood flows like rivers. It's more than just a tragic word."

Everyone didn't even dare to breathe, they all whispered in low voices.Murong Chuan, who was in the crowd, became a little interested in the so-called Ximen's family.

"Is what they say true?"

The boss of Murong Chuan didn't answer the question, and Ling Feng smiled wryly at the side, "Mr. Murong is best at rumors. The news heard in the streets and alleys can be somewhat credible."

"Well, that's true. Just now when Ximen's family flew over, I could feel the strong murderous aura, but I could also feel the awe-inspiring righteousness."

After Murong Chuan commented, Ling Feng smiled wryly again: "Mr. Murong, please leave with me.

The defense of the ceremony is in charge of the water, purple and wind families.The young lady has already ordered that idlers and others must not come near.

On the side of Ninth Girl, the young lady will take care of her, and the third girl will also take care of her, absolutely everything will be safe.

Now that you have decided to leave, why bother to put yourself in crisis. "

Ling Feng was also drunk, he was not afraid of anything but serving Murong Chuan.

This bastard has too many ideas, so many that Ling Feng can't tell which one of his words is the truth and which one is a lie.

Letting Murong Chuan take advantage of the chaos to leave was the result of discussions between Shui Jianji, Zi Luoyan and Fengyue.

It is enough for Murong Chuan to make up his mind. If the plan is made and they still make mistakes, then they are not qualified to control the family.

But no one knew what Murong Chuan was thinking, no matter how much anyone tried to persuade him, he just refused to leave early and insisted on waiting for the final result.

Ever since, there was a scene of Murong Chuan watching a play among the crowd and Ling Feng earnestly speaking.

Just as the two were wasting their tongues, the third, fourth, and fifth waves of terror erupted one after another, and the three teams of brightly-dressed men and horses came almost at the same time.

"Those are the three families in Beiyuan. The Wei family is the leader, the Bu family is the one in the middle, and the Murong family is the last one."

"I heard that the three Beiyuan families are monolithic, and they have established an offensive and defensive alliance. Is it true?"

"I don't know about these things, but I heard that the ancient Beiyuan clan is rampant, and the three families must cooperate to guard Beiyuan."

"The three great aristocratic families joined forces, and none of them can destroy the ancient clan. The ancient clan is so powerful."

"The centipedes are dead but not stiff. At the beginning, Emperor Ye Tian almost wiped them out, but in the end he slowed them down."

While everyone was whispering, the terror broke out again. First, the Feng family brought the elites, then the Zi family, and finally the Shui family.

They are the native family of the Eastern Wilderness, and they are also the hosts this time. Their appearance unexpectedly attracted bursts of wild cheers.

After all, this is Donghuang, and the monks who came to celebrate the birthday are still the most monks in Donghuang.

Out of the top ten families, eight came out, leaving two aristocratic families and three holy lands, which aroused everyone's expectations.

In one's lifetime, being able to see the gathering of ten great families, even if it is only a gathering of juniors, is enough to brag about for a lifetime.

With the gathering of the eight great families, when everyone thought that the remaining two great families would follow, a scene of surprise appeared.

There are auspicious clouds floating in the direction of Luoxing Island, blooming with rays of light, coupled with the beautiful scenery of Luoxing Island, it is like descending from a fairyland in an instant.

As the glow and auspicious clouds rose, a large group of monks, like immortals, stepped on the auspicious clouds and rode the glow, and flew towards Guanqi Pavilion together.

They were not in a hurry, they strolled in the courtyard, they talked and laughed, they didn't have the momentum of the first eight families at all, but they overwhelmed everyone.

The appearance of the two great families and the three holy places together, and the appearance of talking and laughing with each other, is enough to explain a lot of problems.

"What's the situation, Wujia and Xuanyuan's family can be equal to the Three Great Sacred Lands?"

Some monks in the crowd exclaimed, and the insider said with disdain:

"You know what a fart, Wujia is the first great emperor in the post-cultivation era, and he has also opened up traffic in various regions, so he is naturally qualified."

"What about the Xuanyuan family?"

The troublemaker asked in puzzlement, and another monk explained: "The ancestor of the Xuanyuan family left his imperial weapon, the Xuanyuan sword, in the Xuanyuan family."

"Hey, Emperor Soldiers! Didn't it mean that Big Dipper doesn't have Emperor Soldiers? If the Xuanyuan family had Emperor Soldiers, wouldn't they be invincible?"

"Emperor soldiers are just deterrents, without a certain realm and strength, even if there are emperor soldiers, they cannot be controlled."

"Yes, a powerful but unusable imperial weapon is not as good as a weaker quasi-imperial soldier."

"I heard that the Zi family got another Quasi-Emperor Armament from the Zi Emperor's tomb last time. I don't know if it's true or not."

"Just kidding, how can this be true, quasi-emperor soldiers are not so easy to refine."

The crowd muttered in low voices, Murong Chuan listened to the chatter of the crowd, and watched the crowd slowly approaching, with a brilliant arc on the corner of his mouth.

He insisted on not leaving, just to take a look at the blood of the saints and saints of the three holy places, as well as the outstanding children of each family.

He is equipped with the Heaven Swallowing Devil Art, which is an extremely powerful resource, it would be a pity if it is left unused.

Only after finding out the details of many leaders can he carry out the next plan, a crazy opportunity that is enough to shake the Northeast Dipper.

"This is the big brother. Judging by his aura, he treats the other eight great families as younger brothers."

Murong Chuan teased casually, but Ling Fengying shut up wisely.Because he found that no matter how much he persuaded, Murong Chuan would pretend that he didn't hear him.

Just after the holy lands of the major families returned to their thrones, two people came out of the Holy Land Heavenly Court team one after the other.

The leader is a handsome young man, wearing a pale purple jade brocade jacket, with a beautiful blue auspicious cloud pattern rhinoceros belt tied around his waist.

A head of jet-black long hair just covered a small part of her fair and sharp-edged face, but the exposed part was more elegant.

His pair of clear and handsome eyes are as bright as the stars in the sky.

He stood with his hands behind his back and walked slowly in the air. His leisurely pace showed the aura of thousands of troops.

An old man followed behind him. The old man had white beard and hair, and a three-foot long beard hanging down on his chest.

Although his face is full of wrinkles, his long and narrow eyes are particularly energetic, which shows that he was also handsome when he was young.

The young man walked forward calmly without saying a word, the old man followed respectfully without saying a word, the whole process was silent and no one dared to make a sound.

This is the aura, this is the power, how can the descendants of Emperor Ye Tian be compared with that of ordinary aristocratic families.

No one told Murong Chuan when the people around him stopped whispering, which made him extremely upset.

"Hey, who is that man? He's so full of aura."

Murong Chuan, who was not stingy, poked Ling Feng's back to ask in the silence of the audience.

Ling Feng's face froze, and he realized that if he didn't answer, Murong Chuan would actually stop the young man from asking, so he hurriedly replied in a low voice:
"That is the head of the three holy places, the heavenly son Ye Mo. He has been hailed as the strongest holy body and one of the most potential holy sons in the past thousand years.

The person behind him, the Supreme Elder of Heavenly Court, Ye Ming.Although the name is ordinary, the strength is not ordinary at all.

He watched Ye Zimo grow up since he was a child. He is also a teacher, a friend, a father and a relative. "

Ling Feng quickly explained, and Murong Chuan stopped in his tracks, shaved his stubble and said, "The one who was raised is an orphan like me?"

Murong Chuan was a little surprised, but he turned to look at Ling Feng, and when he wanted to get an answer from him, Ling Feng's face was already pale and he couldn't answer.

Startled, Murong Chuan raised his head to look at Ling Feng, just in time to see Ye Zimo looking at him with a smile that was not a smile.

It seems that he heard the conversation between the two, and was very dissatisfied with Ling Feng's talkativeness, so he punished him.

When Murong Chuan looked at him, he suddenly felt the terror and oppression, forcing him to kneel down and beg for mercy.

This kind of oppression is completely different from coercion, more like oppression at the level of life.

The high-level suppression system will intervene, and the system will never care about the contests and competitions between peers, so Murong Chuan can only carry it by himself.

However, Ye Zimo had chosen the wrong opponent in the competition of life level.

Murong Chuan Mingquan has transformed six times, unless he is an extremely perverted son of the chosen one, ordinary people can't compare to him.

Murong Chuan was only in a trance for a moment, then raised his head as if nothing had happened, and looked at him casually, without any strangeness at all.

Ye Zimo was slightly surprised, and then a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if admiring Murong Chuan's excellence and strength.

That kind of condescending appreciation made Murong Chuan feel very uncomfortable, so Murong Chuan made the classic hand gesture left by Ye Tiandi.

In full view of everyone, Murong Chuan brazenly showed his middle finger, which almost broke Ye Zimo.

Fortunately, he is the son of God, and he has experienced many scenes, so he can control his expression very well.

Murong Chuan hid in the crowd, and very few people saw his movements, and it didn't cause much movement.

In the eyes of everyone, the Son of Heaven just glanced casually and greeted many common people.

It's just that no one saw it. After Ye Zimo withdrew his gaze, disdain emerged from the corner of his mouth, as if he had looked at Murong Chuan so highly these days.

No one paid attention to Ye Zimo's smile, and naturally no one cared about Murong Chuan's smile.

Murong Chuan didn't know why, after seeing Ye Zimo's aloof demeanor, he felt an indescribable sense of absurdity.

Maybe it was his innate aversion, maybe it was seeing the full version of Hegemony several times, which broadened his horizons and knowledge.

No matter how good Ye Zimo is, compared to the overlord who hides deep in his blood, he is as ridiculous as a mayfly shaking a tree.

However, after seeing many young talents and seeing many miraculous physiques, Murong Chuan unexpectedly had a bold idea.

In other words, after obtaining the Qingdi lotus seed, that idea had already begun to brew, and what he saw and heard today strengthened his idea.

He has too many exercises, too complicated and easy to make mistakes, even if there is a good fortune to suppress them, if they are not guaranteed, they will be completely messed up the day they are not kept.

He needs a clone, a clone that can perfectly inherit the mantle of the ruthless emperor!