At the same time that Wang Daoyi and Sun Potian set off for the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain Range, with the Monster Territory as the center, countless figures were moving towards the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountains with long lights and shadows.
In the teleportation hall of the Qingyun Holy Dynasty, the Western Sanctuary, and the Western Holy King City, a young man wearing black clothes and holding a black sword in his arms, with unbearable expectations in his eyes, then embarked on the journey to Qingyun.
The teleportation array in Fenyu City.
"Dao Yi, here I come!"
At the same time, in the northern border of the Xianwu Continent, one of the nine holy places, the Divine Weapon Xiao Family, a flaming red high platform stood suspended in the air, emitting terrifying spiritual power fluctuations and blazing high temperatures.
And this high platform, which is covered with all kinds of terrifying knife marks, sword marks, and even claw marks, is the platform where the Xiao family, the magic weapon, used to shock the immortals and suppress countless evil spirits from outside the territory!
But from the platform that should have been solemn and full of majesty, extremely arrogant words kept coming out.
"You damn old man, you promised to let me go out when I break through the Grandmaster and reach the second level, but now you have gone back on your word! I will tell you, whether you agree or disagree, anyway, this Demon Realm
Young master, I’m going to make a reservation! Even the immortals can’t keep me in this world! I said so!”
Dozens of figures on the stage of worship were looking helplessly at His Royal Highness, who had his hands on his hips and his aura soaring to the sky. At the same time, they all turned their heads and looked at the figure holding his forehead in front of the crowd, with deep sympathy on their faces.
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And the figure holding his forehead with one hand and clenching a fist with the other was none other than Xiao Wuxin, the Holy Master of Divine Weapons of this generation, who was also recognized as the number one refiner of the Immortal Martial Arts.
At this moment, the Divine Weapon Lord is constantly doing psychological work for himself:
"Don't be angry, don't be angry. No matter how rebellious you are, you will have to forgive the son you gave birth to. Who made me his father? Be patient, be patient..."
Xiao Wuxin finally controlled the urge to take action, but after seeing the arrogant look on the opposite side of the traitor with his nostrils turned upward, he finally couldn't hold back anymore and shouted angrily in his heart:
"You can't bear it! If you endure it for a while, my blood will flow backwards, but if you take a step back, I will ascend to heaven!"
Then Xiao Wuxin put down the hand that was holding his forehead and looked at Nizi, who was wearing a very coquettish white robe. His eyes gradually became dangerous. Then he stretched out his right hand and gave Nizi a blank look at Nizi who had sensed something was wrong and was about to run away.
grip.
At the same time, he yelled: "You bastard! Whose master are you? If you don't fight for three days, you will go to the house and uncover the tiles, right? You really think I have lost my temper now, don't you? I will let you reminisce about your childhood today,
Let you reminisce and think about who is the master!"
Then Xiao Wuxin pulled the traitor who had turned around and flew a long distance in front of him, hugged him horizontally, raised a palm as big as a cattail leaf fan, and slapped him hard with a sound of breaking through the air.
Hit the big ass.
"Snapped......"
Then there was another voice that should not have appeared on the general worshiping platform.
At the same time, it was also accompanied by a rather loud but powerful scream:
"Old man, how dare you! Ouch! My butt! Ah! Old man, just wait! I've made a note of it!"
Xiao Wuxin's eyes widened when he heard Nizi's still extremely arrogant shout, and his right hand raised high turned a faint red gold color.
Then, a palm as big as a leaf-leaf fan pulled up a red gold shadow, and continuously slapped the white figure's slightly swollen buttocks with faster frequency and higher lethality.
Then the screams rose again, but they had their own persistence:
"Ah! Old man, you have to kill me!"
"You wait! You wait! I want to sue my mother! I want to sue my grandpa!"
Xiao Wuxin listened to his son's threat and snorted disdainfully:
"Haha, that will have to wait until you finish this beating!"
While speaking, the movements of his hands didn't even pause at all, but instead moved more smoothly.
...
"Dad, my dear dad, I was wrong, I was wrong, please stop fighting!"
Xiao Wuxin ignored it.
"Dad! My son is wrong! My son will never dare to do it again! Ah, it hurts! You are the father, just think that your son just farted. Dad, you have a lot of..."
But Xiao Wuxin still ignored his son's begging for mercy and kept beating him with his head down.
Dozens of figures with terrifying auras behind the two looked at the rather funny scene in front of them with smiles on their faces. They had long been accustomed to this scene.
Everyone's face couldn't help but reveal a happy smile, as if they had been looking forward to the scene in front of them for a long time.
Some people even lamented to the people next to them: "Since His Highness started to practice formally, it is rare to see His Highness being spanked by the master of the house. Especially this time, His Highness came back from training and broke through to Wuzong. I thought I would never have the chance to return to the previous every
Yue was waiting to see His Highness get beaten, but I didn’t expect that I would be lucky enough to relive it again today, hahaha..."
When another person heard this, he also had a look of agreement on his face and echoed:
"Hahaha, indeed, I miss you so much when I recall the way His Highness ran around the whole family when he was a child. However, the one who can make the head of the family unable to control his emotions is His Highness, hahaha..."
The other strong men of the Xiao family did not act arrogantly or domineeringly towards the outside world at this time. They all had gentle faces and looked at the two people in front of them with smiles in their eyes.
Finally, Xiao Wuxin, who was satisfied, put down his son in his arms, looked at his son's swollen butt, looked at his right hand, smacked his lips, and said with some embarrassment:
"It's over, it's over. It seems like I haven't beaten you for a long time. I couldn't control my hands for a while. I'm sorry."
The white figure, which had not moved since being placed on the ground by Xiao Wuxin, heard his father's sincere apology. He raised his head with difficulty, looked at Xiao Wuxin with a smirk and said:
"Smelly old man, I remember, just wait!"
And that figure in white clothes full of pain was none other than Xiao Bingyu who had separated from Wang Daoyi and returned home to break through Wuzong.
Xiao Wuxin ignored Xiao Bingyu's threat, clapped his hands, turned around and walked towards the people waiting for him to discuss matters, and said at the same time:
"Pay attention to safety. As soon as the matter in the secret realm is over, take the third prince of the Wang family home who suddenly appeared. The old man wants to meet him, so remember it! Otherwise, I don't mind letting your butt blossom again."