Supreme Immortal Demon

"Who are these two people? Why do they look so unfamiliar?"

"Could they be the descendants of a certain emperor or second emperor who are not very popular?"

"It is very likely. The white-haired man is nine feet tall at a young age and has an extraordinary physique. The boy next to him, who is about twelve or thirteen years old, doesn't seem to have anything special."

"You all guessed wrong. I do know something. These two young monks just got lucky."

"Oh? How do you mean?"

"I saw them boarding the ship with my own eyes. The two young monks had no background at all and couldn't even afford the cost of the Tianjia cabin. In the end, it was Rong Yinglong and others who stepped in to let them board the Yulong."

"It's Master Rong again. Master Rong is young, but he has the style of his ancestors. He is worthy of being born in the emperor's family. It's not simple. But the words Speaking of which, the two young men were really lucky to be able to get in touch with Master Rong. Their luck was amazing. Haha, so this luck is also part of strength. "

"You are wrong. The two young men were just lucky enough to ride in the same boat with several descendants of the emperor for a while. They were young and had no background. One was a first-level Zhendan and the other was a second-level Zhendan. Although they were geniuses at their age, they were far inferior to the geniuses of Master Rong and his people. After leaving the Yulong, they would no longer have any connection with Master Rong and his people. "

"That's right, haha, strength determines everything, what a pity. "

Luo Chuan walked in the crowd, feeling the envious or jealous eyes of the young cultivators, listening to their discussions, his heart was as clear as a mirror, dust-free, let alone any waves.

Zi Yun on the side also heard the discussions of the young cultivators, but with his mentality, he would not think too much.

The two walked with their heads held high, walking beside the descendants of the emperor, without changing their expressions. They were calm and composed. In the eyes of the surrounding monks, they looked like two thieves who had taken advantage but didn't know how to keep a low profile. They soon attracted some dissatisfied looks.

"The entrance to the control cabin is sealed?" Rong Xiaojia looked at the fat white mass of rotten meat at the entrance of the passage and stopped.

"That's... Tai Sui." Cheng Xiaobing whispered.

"It turned out to be Tai Sui."

"Sure enough, I guessed it right before. See. Even the descendants of the emperor said it."

"It is recorded in ancient books that Tai Sui is a product of ancient times. It is a kind of beast with super strong defense. Even if it is broken up, it can be reassembled. After the great extinction, there are not many Tai Sui left. The few that are left are captured and often used by immortal monks to refine giant flying magic tools. It can be bonded and cushioned to resist the turbulence of the void."

The young monks behind him talked about it.

After Rong Xiaojia and his group, Luo Chuan smiled slightly. He guessed in his heart that the Tai Sui blocking the entrance of the passage in front of him was the first test of the second round of trials!

Luo Chuan recalled the memory of Tai Sui. Tai Sui's defense was indeed amazing. But it was also divided into grades. A five-hundred-year-old Tai Sui could block a full-strength attack from an ordinary fourth-level Zhendan cultivator, a thousand-year-old Tai Sui could block a full-strength attack from an ordinary fourth-level Huaying cultivator, and a two-thousand-year-old Tai Sui could block a full-strength attack from a fourth-level Guixu cultivator.

Luo Chuan was thinking when he suddenly heard two sets of footsteps, both of which were extremely solid and powerful, showing the huge confidence of the people. However, there was a subtle difference between them. The footsteps on the left were overbearing and arrogant, while the footsteps on the right were peaceful and showed a sense of self-confidence.

These two sets of footsteps, one on the left and one on the right, were like a huge rock thrown into the center of the lake, breaking the tranquility of Luo Chuan's heart.

Luo Chuan raised his head and saw two young monks who were nearly a foot tall and had a majestic appearance. Each of them led six monks with extraordinary looks and outstanding demeanor to come over.

The man on the left with a domineering and arrogant footsteps has thick eyebrows, wide eyes, a curled nose, a split lip and big ears. His facial features can be said to be extremely ugly, but when put together. For some reason, he actually presents an especially attractive heroic demeanor. What's more amazing is that his whole body is like cast copper, with high bulging muscles, full of amazing impact.

Luo Chuan's heart skipped a beat. Without the Tianmen magic, he could see at a glance that the cultivator's body was as strong and explosive as Luo Chuan's own Dragon Hound Level 3 body. I don't know what kind of extraordinary skills he cultivated.

For a long time, among his peers, Luo Chuan has not met a person who can compete with him at the level of the body.

Not to mention his peers, when he was in the Tiannan Region, Luo Chuan's body was the best in the world.

Now that he met such a person, Luo Chuan couldn't help but feel a sense of resistance, and wanted to compete with him.

The monk on the right was a standard handsome man, with a fair face, thin and long lips, a high nose bridge, and a clear and deep look, enough to make 99% of women fall in love with him. Compared with the monk on the left, his demeanor was more ethereal, detached from the world, and revealed a kind of mystery that was difficult to see through. Combined with his deep eyes, it made women even more fascinated.

Except for Qi Xinyue who looked away after two glances, almost all the women present had their eyes on him, including Xiaorou. She looked at the monk in the same way that Ziyun looked at her, with a slight blush on her cheeks. She would secretly glance at him from time to time, wanting to say hello but being very shy.

How could Luo Chuan not see the feelings revealed in Xiaorou's eyes? His heart tightened, and he turned his eyes to look at Ziyun beside him.

Although Ziyun was simple, he was not a fool. He looked at Xiaorou motionlessly, followed Xiaorou's gaze to see the man, his eyes suddenly dimmed, and he slowly lowered his head.

"Xiaoyun." Luo Chuan whispered, patting Ziyun's back calmly, and the low-pitched discussions of the young monks behind him rang in his ears.

"I can't believe that these two people are here. I heard someone mentioned it before, and I thought it was a joke."

"Who are these two?"

"Even they don't know... In the Nine Heavens Realm, the descendants of emperors and sub-emperors all have their talent and potential rankings. The one on the left is Yuan Shitian, who ranks seventh in talent potential on the Shaojun list. He is a top genius The person on the right is the famous Ran Fengjun, who also has the talent potential of a top genius. The two of them are not very young, but they have already broken through the second level of Guixu. One is named Yuan and the other is. The surname is Ran, so there’s no need to introduce their background and life experience, right?”

"Could it be those two..."

"Yes, exactly."

Luo Chuan listened to the discussion of the monks and couldn't help but recall the four young masters of the Tiannan Region and compare them with these real young masters. The title of Sidao Shaojun suddenly seemed so nondescript.

At this moment, Luo Chuan felt a gaze that was like a mountain thunder being cast towards him.

Luo Chuan raised his head and saw Yuan Shitian.

Yuan Shitian carefully looked at Luo Chuan's body from top to bottom. On the surface, his eyes looked as domineering and arrogant as others, but Luo Chuan could feel something unusual hidden deep in his eyes.

Just a glance. Yuan Shitian's eyes then turned to Rong Xiaojia, and the corners of his cracked lips curved into an arc, revealing a touch of amusement: "Are you guys here too? You're only a little older, so you can follow the example of others who come to participate in trials and grab those Lottery. If it were your eldest brother, there might be some hope, but you..."

Hear the words. Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiaobing looked slightly ugly, glanced at Rong Xiaojia beside them, pursed their lips and said nothing.

Rong Xiaojia raised his head and faced Yuan Shitian without fear: "Why can't I come here?"

Yuan Shitian smiled faintly and said nothing. Several low laughs came from behind him.

"Just because your eldest brother lost miserably to Brother Yuan in seven moves three years ago, he still hasn't recovered. Your eldest brother is still like this. What's more, it's you."

"This external trial is destined to be extremely dangerous and difficult. It is far more difficult than before. It will never be as trivial as you think. Rather than embarrass your Rong family again, it is better to go back as soon as possible."

The monks behind Yuan Shitian laughed in a low voice. They looked at Rong Xiaojia and the others more like they were looking at a few half-grown children who came out to play.

The magnanimity of these monks was half that of the monks behind Hong Gongliu and Qi Xinyue, and they were obviously from higher backgrounds. It's obvious that he doesn't deal with the Zilong family, so it doesn't matter if he ridicules Rong Xiaojia.

Rong Xiaojia clenched his fists. Two circles of blush appeared on the young man's young face. He raised his head and sneered: "When my grandfather was seventeen years old, he was already fighting flying dragons alone in the primitive wilderness forest in the north. I have just turned ten this year. 7. Leave the Purple Sea Realm. There is nothing wrong with going to an outer realm thousands of miles away to take part in the trial! Whatever you do, success or failure is just an experience on the road to enlightenment."

Rong Xiaojia's words were loud and clear, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet.

"You can't tell, but at such a young age, he has a bit of an ancestral demeanor. He has even learned the art of raising disciples." Yuan Shitian smiled inexplicably, changed the subject, and looked at Luo Chuan who was standing aside.

The descendants of the emperor behind him also looked at Luo Chuan and Ziyun. They were silent for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"The Purple Dragon Emperor was a powerful tyrant and had three thousand followers under his command. They were all outstanding talents in his field, which is astonishing. But Young Master Rong's followers are..."

"The seats in the two Tianjia cabins are only replaced by one of the first level of the true elixir and one of the second level of the true elixir. Young Master Rong wants a thousand gold market bones, but he can't just ask for any bones."

"Young Master Rong, the outside world is dangerous and not a place for you to play around. We will arrive at Takata in a while, so take your two retainers and leave as soon as possible."

Listening to the taunts and sarcasms, Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiaobing's expressions became increasingly ugly. Yan Xiaoyi even turned his head, gouging out his eyes at Luo Chuan and Ziyun, with resentment on his face.

Feeling the gloating and entertaining looks of the young monks behind him, Luo Chuan lowered his head, his heart as calm as ever, but he had a vague feeling that Yuan Shitian was not just using him to attack Rong Xiaojia, but was intentionally or unintentionally using him to attack Rong Xiaojia. The topic shifted to myself.

Could it be that this person noticed something?

Just as Luo Chuan was thinking about it, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"I invite you to get on the boat, but because we are destined to meet each other, there is no other meaning, so you don't have to think too much. As I am here, you don't need to panic. They are just talking and will not do anything to you."

Rong Xiaojia's voice was as high-pitched as ever, but Luo Chuan could really hear the concern in it.

Luo Chuan smiled inexplicably, raised his head, and looked towards Yuan Shitian.

Feeling Luo Chuan's gaze, Yuan Shitian's wide eyes brightened slightly, and an almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which was thought-provoking.

At this moment, there was a loud bang on the other side, but it was a monk from the second cabin who punched Tai Sui who was blocking the entrance.

Everyone's eyes were attracted.

PS: I just discovered that the previous chapter was not posted, so I posted the two chapters together, which is embarrassing.