Chapter 4671:

At this time, the lowest genres, such as Tian Zen, Wuya Sect, Water Forest School, and Sky Bird School, all stepped forward to congratulate and welcome them one by one. Even the second-rate forces in the fairy world, such as the Pill Formation Alliance and the Promise Mountain Villa, had to show respect in front of this divine envoy.
However, the divine envoy, from beginning to end, except for a slight nod to show his understanding, there was nothing extra.
Regarding the sudden visit of this divine envoy, everyone was just guessing. Even the host desert clan did not dare to speak up at this time, but the divine tyrant's doubts about these people were obviously not taken into account.
Always accompanied by faces, seems to be waiting for someone.
Although everyone is speculating, this person should be Li Tian, ​​who does not live or die, and claims to be the rival of Shentianwen. But as long as Shenba didn't say this topic, no one dared to bring up this matter.
After a long while, Guan Hu, the patriarch of the Huang Clan, finally couldn't help it. Such a cold place, and if it continues to be so cold, wouldn't it become a joke in the entire fairy world?
The arrival of this divine envoy, if he serves well, then his own desert clan will easily step into the ranks of the second-rate forces from the third-rate forces.
Over the years, due to the strange appearance of the Huang Clan, the power of the law has not been substantially improved. They have always wanted to break through the status of these third-rate forces, but, after more than a hundred years, there is still no progress.
In the eyes of Guan Hu, this time, if you don't seize the opportunity well, it may take another hundred years.
Upon learning the news of the tyrant’s arrival, Huang Hu, the patriarch of the Huang clan, has temporarily drawn out some elder guardians and contributed their private possessions in advance. However, the guards around these gods have been following the tyrants. Behind him, the Huang Clan wanted to bribe, but he couldn't find a chance to meet all around.
However, this Guan Hu did not intend to give up, bends over, and continues to say with a smile on his face:
"Lord God Envoy, you see, now only the people in the Xiantian Taoist Palace have not yet reached it. How about we first enjoy a song and dance of our Wild Clan?"
Hearing this, the face of the tyrant still did not move at all, his eyes continued to sweep among the crowd.
And a guard next to him coldly snorted the nostril and said:
"Sing and dance? Humph! I said the patriarch of the Huang Clan, is this an ancient battlefield or a song and dance field?"
"This...this...sir, you are misunderstood. Although our place is an ancient battlefield, there is a heavy resentment in this battlefield.
Our Huang Clan, that is, relying on these songs and dances, let the gloomy air disappear. "
"Finally, Yu Wen, what the patriarch of the deserted clan said, please listen carefully for now."
On the right side of the tyrant, another personal guard also began to speculate on the mind of the gods.
To be honest, this divine envoy, in the Celestial Clan, in the Blade Palace every day, has to think about the divine question everywhere. There has never been a trace of relaxation, let alone singing and dancing. All day long except for cultivation, there is only The whole body is entangled in official duties.
Sure enough, after the remaining words were tentatively spoken, Shenba's face remained unchanged.
However, the face of Guan Hu, the head of the Huang Clan, immediately showed a sly smile.
Pop!
Upon seeing this, Yuan Lin immediately raised his hands and gave them a high-five. Women with exposed clothes and graceful postures immediately drew money from the air.
Tweeted!
Almost at the same moment, a phoenix sound suddenly sounded in the air.
In fact, this is not the real Fengming sound, but the signal that the maid blew out with a special Changxiao before the Fengluan sedan chair landed.
At this moment, the face of that tyrant had been unmoving, and only then did he have a slight movement.
Immediately afterwards, Shenba's previously reclining body immediately sat upright.
Li Hu's pupils contracted slightly, and there was a low sound in the air, who was it?
It seems that this divine envoy has been waiting for this person.
"who is this?"
"Who else? It must be the legendary Fengluan sedan chair."
"Fengluan Heavenly Sedan chair? I heard that it was made by the Celestial Clan, and it was also a gift-level thing from the Xiantian Taoist Palace."
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Suddenly, the silence on the entire ancient battle platform was broken by a small sound in the air.
When Yu Wen saw the tyrant sitting in danger, he immediately understood and yelled at Guan Hu and others:
"The saint is coming, don't you hurry to let me get out of things that give you people, people, ghosts, and ghosts."
Na Guan Hu's heart suddenly became desolate. The people of this desert race seemed to have been cursed since ancient times. Their hair, whether they are men or women, young and old, can't be longer than their chins.
No matter how beautiful the looks and the best figures are, the hair of women is short and white.
But now, in order to please this god-envoy, he was said to be neither human nor ghost nor ghost by the people around him, which caused a huge shock to the self-esteem of the entire desert tribe.
Guan Hu slapped his lips, and finally didn't dare to let one fart.
In the sky, red mist was floating, phoenix feathers flapped their wings, and the red phoenix phoenix sedan chair slowly fell into the center of the ancient battlefield.
At this time, the tyrant who was like a piece of copper and iron moved slightly, and immediately stood up.
Everyone saw the change of the Lord God's Envoy, and looked at the Fengluan Heavenly Sedan chair with awe.
Even Mo Yu, the arrogant and domineering guardian of the Demon Race, although she is a guardian of the Demon Race, she is also the princess of the Demon Race. At this time, looking at the Fengluan Heavenly Sedan chair, she is full of envy and jealousy.
"The subordinate tyrant, I have seen the saint."
In the eyes of everyone, the tyrant didn't hesitate at all, and went straight forward, arrogantly.
Chang Xiao played in Nianhua's hand again, and the flowers flowed in the air, and then, a figure that was holy as snow floated down.
In front of the Demon Race and the Wild Race, although this is not the first time Mu Qingliu saw this, it was the first time for such a costume and aura.
"My lord, you are too kind."
Mu Qingliu said lightly.
"Holy woman, you laughed. For so many years, the person my master has missed day and night, dare not be rude in his humble position."
Shenba's posture of bending over, as if rigid, motionless.
"Oh, this is the battlefield of the ancient battlefield? It's so impressive!"
At this moment, the entire solemn and solemn atmosphere was broken by a young voice, and everything seemed so discordant.
When Liu Fang saw the figure, his heart was scared.
"Who are you?"
Shenba looked at this person, and he actually came out of the Fengluan sedan chair. His face that had just been squeezed out of a curve, suddenly stretched the old man, and in his eyes, two were already burning. A raging flame.
Just now, the tyrant perceives the breath of more than one person in the Fengluan Heavenly Sedan chair, but he didn't expect that this person was actually a man.
Tell him directly that this person is the goal this time.
However, this person dared to walk out of the Fengluan sedan chair in front of everyone, and he denied this intuition again in his heart.