But Chang Wei was a little confused. Why did he arouse the hostility of other saints just after he arrived at the Holy Dragon Palace?

Just looking at Chang Wei, the three saints did not speak. Chang Wei could only suppress the questions in his heart, and then walked into the Holy Dragon Palace. The steward who received Chang Wei was a middle-aged alchemist and a god general.

The third-level realm is equal to Wu Shaoyuan's realm. It can be seen that this black iron temple is not as simple as it seems on the surface. There will definitely be no shortage of god generals and alchemists.

Li Jusui sat firmly on the high seat, his eyes slightly narrowed, Chang Wei saluted as if he hadn't seen it, his face was as cold as the ice in September, and he felt as if he was thousands of miles away without speaking, "You are the Holy Son of Luck.

Chang Wei, this is your shirt."

A robe embroidered with a golden dragon appeared from Li Jusui's hands, and was then thrown in front of Chang Wei like garbage, making a snapping sound. Chang Wei's eyes were slightly angry, but Li Jusui just saw it.

The corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he closed his eyes slightly to turn a blind eye.

"Manager Li, what do you mean by leaving my shirt on the ground?" Chang Wei's face was a little cold, and he was very indignant at Li Jusui's behavior, which deeply trampled on Chang Wei's dignity.

Hearing Chang Wei's words, Li Jusui's eyes suddenly opened. The burst of golden light was like the sun above the nine heavens. The three levels of divine general's pressure were completely released, sweeping through the entire hall like a hurricane. If it were an ordinary half-step divine general,

, who had long been suppressed and lying on the ground. This was obviously a threat to Chang Wei.

Chang Wei's state of mind has long since changed. Even when facing a top-level god general, it is impossible for him to waver at all. He remained motionless under the pressure and stared at Li Jusui, waiting for Li Jusui's answer.

Li Jusui was also a little surprised that Chang Wei could withstand the pressure of power. His eyes flashed and he revealed a scary sneer, "A holy son who was promoted by luck, will he commit the following crimes when he first comes to the Holy Dragon Palace?"

"Steward Li, please don't confuse right and wrong. I'm asking you why you threw my shirt to the ground." After a pause, Chang Wei continued: "One more thing, Steward Li, is very good. I am the Son of the Holy Son.

, I am not of a lower status than you, and the following criminals are of no use to you."

"Bold." Li Jusui did not expect that Chang Wei would dare to speak directly to him when he first entered the Holy Dragon Palace, but then a sneer appeared on his lips, "I am responsible for distributing the Holy Son's equipment. Will it be handed over to the Holy Son's hands or will it remain on the ground?

There are no regulations in the Iron Temple. For an unqualified Holy Son of Luck like you, of course I choose this distribution method. What? Do you have any objections?"

Anger rose in Chang Wei's heart, and murderous intent boiled in his heart. Although he didn't know why the other party was making things so difficult, Chang Wei definitely knew that the other party was deliberately stimulating him and making him make mistakes. Once he took action, the other party would have enough reasons to suppress him.

.

snort.

Chang Wei snorted coldly. Li Jusui was obviously taking advantage of the rules. Even if Chang Wei went to the three elders, it would be useless. He could only swallow this secret loss first and wait to repay it later. He stretched out his right hand, and Chang Wei's palm appeared.

A small vortex generates a huge suction force, and the shirt must be sucked into the hand, so as not to bend down to pick it up like groveling to pick up garbage, making Li Jusui and other saints laugh.

But what Chang Wei didn't expect was that the cyclone that was originally capable of sucking up thousands of kilograms was unable to suck up the robe. The Golden Dragon Holy robe was as motionless as a rock.

Hahaha.

A sarcastic laugh came from Li Jusui's mouth, "Son of Luck, you are so ignorant. Do you know that this golden dragon robe is a semi-perfect treasure, made of supreme black cloud meteorite iron and condensed silk threads, and the golden dragon on it is even more...

The alienated gold-iron alloy is condensed, and each piece weighs three thousand kilograms. Do you think you are a divine general? It is extremely foolish to think of sucking it up with your hands."

"But I don't blame you. You are from the outer realm. You don't understand this kind of common sense that even the children in the Imperial Realm know. It's not your fault. You'd better pick it up quickly."

"Chang Wei, I'll get it for you." Hai Wuya, who was standing in front of Chang Wei, looked angry when he saw Chang Wei being so insulted by Li Jusui, but he also knew that his identity couldn't contradict Li Jusui, so he took a step forward

He had to bend down to pick it up and rescue Chang Wei.

As soon as Hai Wuya bent down, a figure appeared behind him and kicked him down. Hai Wuya screamed and was kicked more than ten meters away. His face was covered with blood, and a bright red line was drawn on the ground.

of blood stains.

"Hmph, who do you think you are? A son of black iron who recognizes his own identity, your dirty hands are worthy of touching the Golden Dragon Holy Robe?" Seeing Hai Wuya getting up angrily, the holy son who took action just snorted disdainfully,

Li Tianlin is a holy son of two levels of gods and generals, and Hai Wuya is no different from an ant in his eyes.

Hai Wuya gritted his teeth tightly, with a deep murderous intention in his eyes, and walked step by step towards the Holy Son in front of him. The blood on his face made him look ferocious, and the cold air around his body made him operate to the limit.

Even if he died, he would still have to fight Li Tianlin.

"Chang Wei, you brought this son of black iron. If you take action, you will be responsible for the consequences." Li Jusui looked at the development of the situation in front of him with a joking smile, and at the same time reminded Chang Wei in a cold voice.

Chang Wei was also itching with hatred. He also wanted to fight. He would knock down Li Jusui in front of him and completely destroy Li Tianlin. However, everyone in front of him was a god general. Once he did it, he had no chance of winning. He even

It is absolutely impossible for Chang Wei to accept that the lives of Hai Wuya and the other three people will be taken at risk.

Hai Wuya walked forward step by step, and when he passed by Chang Wei, he was hugged by Chang Wei, "Hai Wuya, calm down."

"Chang Wei, let go. I, Hai Wuya, am not a person who is afraid of death. They are trying to make things difficult for you in every possible way. It is obviously premeditated. Even if I risk my life, I will make the matter known to everyone. I don't believe it."

, they can still cover up the sky with one hand." Hai Wuya gritted his teeth, really trying his best.

"Even if a piece of garbage dies, no one will pay attention to it. This Holy Dragon Palace is not a place where you can come." Li Tianlin waited for Li Tianlin with disdain. As long as Li Tianlin dared to make a slight attack, he would use thunder to

means to destroy it.

"Ah, you bastard." Hai Wuya had never been so despised. The power of metal surged like a sea, and cold air surrounded his fist. He broke away from Chang Wei and punched out. The violent power made the entire Zifang Peak panic.

Trembling, this is Hai Wuya's most powerful attack. It was with this kind of fighting power that he became the fifth person among the top ten masters of the Sons of Black Iron.

boom.

The tyrannical power exploded. In front of the rolling ice tide, Chang Wei stood in front of him like a majestic mountain. He allowed his supreme power to penetrate his body, but he actually resisted all the power. Hai Wuya watched
Chapter completed!