The six young masters were all dispatched. Although each of them had a warm smile on their face, there was already an undercurrent.
This is the best time to perform, which is directly related to their status in the hearts of Emperor Zhenwuyang and hundreds of elders.
In these several battles to seize the peach, Gongzijiu has become an arrogant person, even the elders have favored him, and they have vague intentions to replace the young emperor.
Therefore, every young master worked hard to reach the peak of their respective realms. After all, only by reaching the end can they gain more attention.
Just when all the immortals were preparing to go down to the heaven, an understated voice sounded in the heaven, "Father, I will also participate in this battle for the peach."
All the Immortals in Zhenwu Yangbao's heaven were stunned for a moment, and then all looked at him.
The little emperor slowly stood up and glanced at the crowd of Immortals.
"Yan'er, are you sure?" Zhen Wuyang also stood up, with some happiness in his eyes.
"I have never participated in anything that caused some people to ignore my existence. This time, I just want them to distinguish their priorities." The little emperor's voice was low and majestic, and he looked down at the person below without any scruples.
All the immortals.
The six young masters looked at each other in unison, with completely different expressions.
Young Master Jiu didn't say anything, but his palms in his sleeves were tightly clasped together.
"Okay, Yan'er, I haven't seen your cultivation for a long time. Today I can just take this opportunity to take a look." Zhen Wuyang said with a hearty smile, while waving his sleeves, "Here, tell Chen Qing."
I'll come in and let him accompany Yan'er to attend."
"No need, Emperor father, what I need this time is not Chen Qing," the little emperor said, looking at Jian Wushuang.
Their eyes met, and he said, "Brother Jian, can you come with me for a while?"
The eyes of all the Yanxians were focused on Jian Wushuang again.
Zhen Wuyang also looked at Jian Wushuang. The emperor's divine consciousness was beyond imagination and could easily understand everything he wanted to know.
Soon he became a little confused. In addition to his amazing talent, this boy who was only in the realm of immortality seemed to have a unique physique that even he couldn't understand.
At the same time, he had a feeling that he couldn't explain why. Although this young man's immortal realm was not very advanced, he looked inexplicably comfortable, as if there was some unknown level of connection.
Withdrawing the emperor's spiritual consciousness, Zhen Wuyang nodded, "Go to Yan'er."
For this eldest son who has always been averse to publicity and is silent and gloomy, once he decides on something, it is difficult for him, even as an emperor, to change it.
The little emperor suddenly came to Jian Wushuang, tilted his head slightly and said, "Let's go, it seems that they can't wait any longer."
Jian Wushuang did not hesitate too much. After nodding, he stood up and walked towards the outside of the heaven.
The thin purple robe suddenly pulled Jian Wushuang's arm, and his somewhat cloudy eyes seemed to want to explain something. In the end, he just whispered, "I leave the little emperor to you."
The little emperor stepped forward, patted the thin purple robe's shoulder, and then walked out of the heaven with Jian Wushuang.
The flowing clouds are rolling and their power is vast.
Standing outside the Heavenly Court, all the Immortals scattered down like a flash of thunder, and the six young masters also carried their respective companions and fell into the Heavenly Realm.
The battle for the peach, involving a total of more than 300 Immortals, began.
Emperor Zhenwuyang, who was sitting in the heavenly court, waved his hand, and an ethereal scroll formed by Yanli was reflected in the palace.
The scene in this scroll is exactly the brilliant heaven.
"Everyone, guess who can win the peach this time?" Zhen Wuyang leaned down and asked.
"He must be the second young master." An old man with a long beard stroked his beard and said with a smile.
Another old man in black robe retorted, "Fourth Young Master is not weak either."
"The Third Young Master is the final candidate to win the Immortal Peach. If I read it correctly, he has already had a preliminary understanding of the Immortal Style."
Hundreds of elders in the heavenly court expressed their opinions, but generally they pointed to the second, third, and fourth young masters as candidates.
Zhen Wuyang seemed to have other answers. He leaned down and looked at the sculpture-like Yu Bo beside him and said, "Yu Chang, what do you think?"
Uncle Yu raised his head, his turbid and deep eyes seemed to be looking at the heaven through the flowing clouds.
"The little guy next to the little emperor is extraordinary."
"So you also think that he will win the fairy peach this time?"
"The little emperor has a calm and repressive nature and will not do anything that is uncertain. Once he takes action, everything will be a foregone conclusion."
After listening to Uncle Yu's words, Zhen Wuyang stopped talking and followed the elders to watch the scroll carefully.
Among the vast flowing clouds, two figures dressed as black-shirted rangers were sitting in the clouds, seemingly not in any hurry to compete for the peaches, but rather as if they were traveling.
This heaven, which carries the entire heaven, is completely composed of Gaochuan and huge water, which is quite mysterious and vast.
"Tell me, how confident can we be that we can reach the end?" On the empty flowing clouds, the little emperor shouted, fearing that Jian Wushuang wouldn't hear.
Jian Wushuang heard this and said, "I don't know either. I'll do my best."
"Then what if my brothers come to kill me again?"
"That's not easy, just kill them back. But I think that in this heaven, they should be more restrained. At most, they will just make some small moves."
"No matter what this time, I will win the fairy peach, and there must be no mistakes."
"So confident? I can feel that your brothers are very resentful towards you. Maybe they will join forces to surround you next."
"What, are you scared?" the little emperor asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Of course I'm afraid. I got dragged in for no reason. I still want to live for a few more years." Jian Wushuang said leisurely as he lay with his head raised in the clouds.
The little emperor curled his lips, "Who can become an Immortal? Who doesn't regard longevity as nothing? You, an old monster who has lived for who knows how many years, are also so attached to immortality?"
Jian Wushuang felt very helpless. It had not been tens of millions of years since he started practicing cultivation, but now he was called an old monster, adding some old-fashioned air to him for no reason.
Moreover, he couldn't explain it, it involved too many things, and it was extremely likely that he would cause unnecessary trouble due to a slip of the tongue.
I am afraid that it is difficult for them, the Immortal Immortals in the Great Evolution World, to imagine a Immortal Immortal whose lifespan is only a few million years old.
After casually prevarication, under the pull of the little emperor, the two fell into the heaven.
In the roaring water, two figures moved forward against the waves.
Yanxian, who was also participating in the fight for the peach, passed by. He only glanced at them and hurried away.
Until the fight for the Immortal Peach reaches the last moment, every Immortal Immortal is unwilling to confront the young master of Emperor Zhenwuyang.