I Have A Trillion Protagonist Halo

"His Royal Highness, the Holy Lord and the holy kings have already hosted a banquet on Xuantian Square. We can't stay at the mountain gate for too long."

On the back of the double-headed Yunying, a white-haired old man said to a young man dressed in a Confucian robe with his hands on his back in front of him.

"Don't delay, just wait and say hello to them in the sky."

The young man Yang Qian in Rupao laughed a little at himself: "I thought that the news would be sent back to Sacred Land one day in advance, and the Master and the Holy King would come to greet me personally. Now it seems that I am thinking too much.

Speaking of it, it would be different if it were my junior brother, right?

Master, it's really partial! "

"His Royal Highness is too worried, Holy Lord naturally treats everyone equally!"

The white-haired old man comforted: "Even if the second holy son returns, it is impossible for the holy king to greet him. After all, the holy son is still slightly shorter than the holy king.

But all this is different after you become the young master under His Royal Highness the Son. "

"It's a pity that I am half a step short of entering the Saint King Realm. Otherwise, according to Sacred Land's custom, the Saint Child who enters the Saint King Realm first is the Young Master, and I don't have to worry about it anymore."

Yang Qian rubbed his forehead: "The guy Xu Qingmo treats me respectfully on the surface, but he is not a fuel-efficient lamp. This time at the Eastern Wasteland Saint Child Feast, if I can't overwhelm him, I will be the Young Master. Let him go!"

"Although the second son is exquisite, your holy son has not only reached the peak of the holy realm through your years of experience, but also condensed the shadow of two nearly perfect laws, and you have many opportunities. Today's holy son , I am afraid that the talent has already been thrown off the second son a lot!"

"That's true, but Xu Qingmo won't stay in the same place, so let's wait for him to talk about all this!"

Yang Qian smiled, looking at the mountain gate that was getting closer and closer, he came to Yunying's head on the left, Yunying also knew instantly, and immediately stopped over the square.

"Everyone Elder, Junior Brother and Junior Sister, thank you for coming to meet me, but the Master and the Holy King Elder have already hosted a banquet. I really can't delay it, sorry."

After speaking, he planned to drive Yunying away in the disappointed eyes of those people.

At this moment, a figure was blocked in front.

Tang Liuxue cupped hands and said: "The First Son, I am Tang Liuxue. I apologize for my Royal Highness, I cannot come to meet the First Son. As for the banquet, we have not received any notice and I don't know about this."

"Tang Liuxue?"

Yang Qian narrowed his eyes slightly and his face was surprised: "Xu Qingmo's guardian Daoist was replaced by you, but this guy is too rude!

As the same son, I only come back once in decades. Since he has already returned, he can't see him?

As for the fact that I didn't receive the banquet notice...this excuse is also really ridiculous.

Could it be said that in the eyes of the Holy Lord, this kind of thing like my return from Yang Gan is not worth alarming him? "

As he said, Yang Qian's tone became cold: "If you don't want to come, you don't want to come, where are so many excuses!"

"The First Son has misunderstood. I am here on behalf of the Third Son."

Tang Liuxue realized that he had just neglected, and quickly explained.

"The Third Son?"

Yang Qian was stunned for a moment: "Although I have left Sacred Land for more than 40 years, just two years ago, I asked people to report everything that happened in Sacred Land once. Could it be said that in the past two years, Xuantian Sacred Land has appointed another son?"

"It was set up a few months ago. My surname is Su and I am Daoist, the guardian of the Third Saint Child. The third Saint Child is in a critical juncture of cultivation and cannot come. I hope the First Saint Child will forgive me!"

Tang Liuxue was very polite.

"The new son who was set up a few months ago..."

Yang Qian repeated it again, his face suddenly sinking: "Huh! If it's Xu Qingmo, forget it, he, a new son who has just been enrolled, is so arrogant and extremely rude!"

"The first saint son calmed down his anger, and the third saint son specially asked me to come--"

"Are you coming?"

Yang Qian snorted coldly: "What are you! The saint son who went to tell you, today I will have a banquet at Xuantian Square. If he doesn't come, I will visit the house tomorrow. It just so happens that I also want to be with the new saint. Sub drill drills.

Let’s see what qualifications does this third son who can’t even do To put in one’s eyes, dare to be so arrogant? "

"The First Son, I have come to express my apologies on behalf of the Third Son, why can't you take a step back?"

Tang Liuxue was also a little angry.

"I have taken a step back!"

Yang Qian coldly said: "If you don't come today, then I will go to the door, not to practice, but to teach the new saint son, teach him the rules of Sacred Land!"

After finishing speaking, a sacred power surged out, pushing Tang Liuxue away, and Yang Qian left in a double-headed cloud eagle.

"His Royal Highness Saint Child, should you give that new Saint Child a Face?"

In the sky, the white-haired old man hesitated.

"The new son, who was only enrolled a few months ago, knew that I was returning, but he didn't come to greet him.

Older and inferior, in an orderly manner, he who doesn't even understand the order of superiority and inferiority, still want me to give him a Face? "

Yang Qian shook his head, "This person is nothing. My biggest enemy right now is Xu Qingmo!"

"His Royal Highness said that, but suddenly a third son appeared in Sacred Land. Or, I should check the origin?"

"Go!"

Yang Qian said casually.

"Yes!"

The old man bowed respectfully, turned and walked away.

The two-headed cloud eagle continued to move forward.

Soon, Yang Qian came to the suspended Xuantian Square.

On the square, the nine holy kings and the Holy Lord Mo Wentian surrounded a large table. When they saw Yang Qian, they all smiled.

"I have seen Master, ranked as the Holy King!"

Falling from the cloud eagle, Yang Qian immediately put away the arrogant posture, becoming extremely humble and respectful salute.

"Yang Qian, you have traveled for forty-three years, and you have suffered a lot, right?"

Mo Wentian said with a smile.

"Thanks to Master, although it is a bit painful, Yang Qian has also gained a lot!"

Yang Qianlue said with a hint of pride: "Forty-three years, I went from the eighth-order holy realm to the tenth-order holy realm. Even, I was only half a step away from the holy king realm. I am confident that I will achieve it in 20 years. Holy King!"

Become a holy king in twenty years?

The holy kings looked at each other and all laughed.

"Not bad!"

"Yanggan is still okay!"

"Well, it's okay!"

...

Listening to those holy kings' perfunctory praise, Yang Qian was puzzled.

It shouldn't be!

It stands to reason that you should be shocked when you hear these words from me, right?

Become a holy king in twenty years!

Is this not enough to shock them?

Although he was very puzzled, it was naturally impossible for him to show it at this time. He just smiled and said modestly: "The status of the Holy King is too good."

"Okay, you go back from the wild land, quickly make it, and taste the taste of this edelweiss, as well as the dishes made by the best chefs in Sacred Land."

"Yes, thank you Master!"

Yang Qian responded with a smile.

After half an hour.

While drinking and drinking, the masculine guard Daoist suddenly came.

"Chengyan? What are you doing! I'll wait for me, Master, and all the holy kings to finish the banquet before I have something to say!"

Yang Qian's face changed slightly, and he rebuked in a low voice.

The white-haired old man is anxious: "His Royal Highness, something big!"

"Since something is going on, just go over it!"

Mo Wentian said with a smile.

"Then, then Shu Yang would be rude!"

Yang Qian’s apologetic cupped hands bowed and came to the white-haired old man outside the mask of Xuantian Square, and coldly said, “What the hell is it! It’s more important than having dinner with me, Master, and the holy kings!”

"His Royal Highness, it's about the Second Son!"

"Oh?"

Yang Qian looked interested: "What happened to Xu Qingmo?"

"Second Son, he is abolished!"

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