Chapter 394: Let Yan Donghuang guard the gate for me

Phoenix Flame Sacred Sword!
For the people of the Chiyan Dynasty, this sword is not only the first holy sword in the dynasty, but also has extraordinary symbolic significance.
Every time the Taixu Dynasty came to find fault, Jin Wudi always deliberately held the Phoenix Flame Sacred Sword to humiliate and stimulate them. This became a habit.
Suddenly not seeing the Phoenix Flame Sacred Sword made many people feel a little dazed. Not only the princess Yan Mengqing, but also other members of the Chi Yan Dynasty such as Chi Jiuxiao were also full of doubts.
"Huangyan Sacred Sword? I don't know." Zhang Yang said with a puzzled look, "Why did the princess ask me? I have never seen the Phoenix Sacred Sword, and even this Jin Wudi is the first time I have seen it."
Bing Yuyan stood quietly and watched his performance.
Yan Mengqing said: "The Holy Master just said that there will be unpredictable disasters. Obviously, I have known that Jin Wudi will come to find the fault, and it is still aimed at the Holy Master."
"Oh, this, as for me, I have unparalleled intuition. Any danger can be sensed in advance." After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he drank a small drink and looked at the sky, quite freely.
Yan Mengqing pursed her mouth. She always felt that Zhang Yang knew something. What was hateful was that he didn't say it. This was something she had never met in her life, let alone a man. Even a woman, seeing her is all in hers. She felt ashamed in front of her peerless face. As long as she gave a little bit of color, she would take the initiative to tell everything.
In the beginning, she still doubted whether it was deliberate and indiscriminate tactics.
Later she found out that Zhang Yang really didn't pay attention to her, didn't even look at her, was there a Bing Yuyan beside him, or he was really not thinking.
"Holy Lord, can you see the battle of the saints?" Yan Mengqing quickly straightened out her mood, and the corner of her mouth evoked a gentle smile again.
There is golden light around Zhang Yang's eyes, and fire is beating in his pupils. If you look closely, you can vaguely see the dim holy war inside, but it is not very clear.
He muttered: "I can't see it. I suddenly found that the night is good tonight. Appreciate and appreciate it. Oh, yes, tell you that ancestor Yan Donghuang, let him guard the gate for me tonight, I am going back to sleep, tired Up."
He put down the wine glass and wandered away.
Bing Yuyan held back a smile and followed behind.
Others quickly followed.
Even Yueguilong beckoned to take people back.
As soon as he left, Lu Hengkong, Yun Tianhuang and other four great saints suddenly felt boring and left.
When Jin Liuli saw him leaving, the fear in her heart suddenly disappeared, and she was even more reluctant to stay.
In an instant, the most distinguished guests walked away completely.
Yan Mengqing was in a daze. She hadn't left yet, but these people had left like this. Don't you know that they were close to her? Why are they all turning around a man?
In fact, the Four Great Saints had some thoughts, but when they saw Jin Wudi kill, they still aimed at Zhang Yang, knowing that something big must happen, otherwise Jin Wudi could not be so crazy, and they were anxious to inquire.
"Princess, he seems to say he wants a saint to guard the door." Chi Jiuxiao walked over.
Yan Mengqing gritted her teeth and dared to raise this request. She was a little angry. Even if your status is not ordinary, you can't let Yan Donghuang guard the gate. That is the second-ranked saint of the Chiyan Dynasty, the current Ximo land is bright. There are only three saints who are stronger than him, and the others are the most powerful. Let him guard the goal is an insult.
"His request was too much." Yan Mengqing was very angry.
Chi Jiuxiao wanted to say something, but found that there was someone else beside him, so he hugged his fists and saluted.
Yan Mengqing was shocked when she saw it, and quickly said, "My ancestor!"
The person here is Yan Donghuang.
He is the grandfather of Grandpa Yan Mengqing, the closest ancestor to the same line.
Yan Donghuang's expression was extremely complicated, and he said, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have given him face in Liuzhen."
Yan Mengqing and Chi Jiuxiao changed their colors at the same time.
This lofty, arrogant saint actually said these words.
"My ancestor, what happened?" Yan Mengqing said.
Yan Donghuang said with emotion: "During the Treasure Capture Night Banquet, Zhang Yang went to the Taixu Imperial Capital, burned the Taixu Imperial Palace, slaughtered the five great saints, took away the Phoenix Flame Sacred Sword, and beheaded Jin Shengtian's left arm."
Yan Mengqing, Chi Jiuxiao stood still in a daze as if he had been given a fixation method.
If it weren't for Yan Donghuang's own words, they all thought they had heard it wrong.
"Snatch, the Phoenix Flame Sacred Sword!" Yan Mengqing exclaimed.
Just now, she wondered why Jin Wudi didn't use the Phoenix Flame Sacred Sword, and deliberately asked Zhang Yang, but Zhang Yang said that she didn't know, this was intentional.
An anger surged from the bottom of Yan Mengqing's heart. He did it intentionally. She had clearly said that she would agree to propose marriage with the Phoenix Flame Sacred Sword, and she would agree to it, and he had even emphasized that he had deliberately said that he had never seen it.
This is humiliating her!
Would you embarrass her if you know that you will expose this matter sooner or later, and you deliberately say no?
She said it at the Treasure Hunting Night Banquet, and everyone heard it, and it must be spread throughout the West Desert.
"Sacred Lord, it's no wonder that even Shaku Shinichi is willing to be his umbrella." Yan Donghuang sighed, "This Saint is convinced."
Chi Jiuxiao watched in astonishment as the second saint of the dynasty headed towards Bitian Pavilion.
He went to guard the gate!
Chi Jiuxiao only felt his head buzzing, which was incredible.
Soon, he understood again.
What Zhang Yang did in a month is comparable to the effects of the West Desert Land’s attack on the Taixu Dynasty for thousands of years.
For the first time, the battle of Tongtian Mountain, bombing and killing ten great saints, exploded Wannian Taixu Palace.
For the second time, slaughtered a black-robed military division who could rival the Three Hundred Saints.
For the third time, just now, the Taixu Palace was destroyed again, the five great saints were massacred, the Phoenix Flame Sacred Sword was taken away, and the left arm of the Golden Holy Sky was cut.
Even if a fool can see it, who can say it is luck? Who can say that he, the youngest Lord since the eternal night, is not worthy of his name.
Chi Jiuxiao turned to look and found that Yan Mengqing was gritting her teeth and her face was full of humiliation. She was still immersed in the anger that Zhang Yang had obtained the Phoenix Sacred Sword and deliberately said there was no anger, feeling that Zhang Yang was deliberately humiliating her.
He sighed and said, "In my judgment, Zhang Yang is not actually humiliating you."
"What is that!" Yan Mengqing said angrily.
Chi Jiuxiao hesitated to speak, and finally sighed without saying anything.
Yan Mengqing still doesn't know what this means.
People don't humiliate you, then there is only one meaning.
Zhang Yang has no interest in you at all, and does not even want to have any ties with you because of this.
This made Yan Mengqing lose her composure and almost ran away.
There is actually a man who is afraid of getting involved with her?
Still a young man!
She is the number one beauty in West Desert!
"The pavilion master's remark is bad. Which man is not thinking about the princess, don't guess." The maid said angrily, "I think the pavilion master has thoughts."
Chi Jiuxiao blinked, smiled and shook his head, and left.
Charming pointed at him to get angry.
Yan Mengqing gritted his teeth and said, "Go to Bitian Pavilion!"
The two maids, charming and slender, heard the words and wanted to stop at the same time, but Yan Mengqing had already rushed to Bitian Pavilion.