Martial Dao Great Emperor

Facing Luo Xiu's questioning, several Yuanshi clan elders, headed by middle-aged men, had nothing to say.

If you deny it, then once Luo Xiu is offended, Zilong's life and death will be unpredictable.

As for the shots, they were not sure that they could save Zilong. After all, although Luo Xiu was young, his combat power was not average, and he could rank alongside the Supreme Immortal ancestor.

"Please look at the face of the empress and save the life of the purple dragon."

The middle-aged man sighed, "I, Qiu Hui, can guarantee that he will not trouble you again in the future."

The name Qiu Hui was once famous in the modern age. In this contemporary age where the immortal is not born, as a top to immortal powerhouse, he has an extraordinary right to speak in the Yuanshi clan.

"Haha, empress?"

Luo Xiu smiled, but his smile was very cold, and he looked at each other indifferently, "Why should I look at the face of the empress? You admit that I am the son of the empress?"

"recognition."

What Luo Xiu didn't expect was that the ancestor Qiu Hui admitted it simply.

The other elders around Qiu Hui looked a little ugly, but they didn't refute anything.

After all, this matter is basically a certainty in the final analysis. It is just that some of them refute with all their strength and control the pattern. This has never been a fixed number.

"What about acknowledging? My identity, why do you need your approval? Who I think I am, then who I am."

Even though these ancestors of the Yuanshi clan bowed their heads, Luo Xiu didn't appreciate it at all. If he wanted to describe this lightly, he would expose the thing that Zilong wanted to kill him. Is it that simple?

If such words were spoken by others, they would definitely be considered arrogant, but Luo Xiu had this arrogant qualification.

The old men of the Yuanshi clan jumped with angry beards, but they could only endure the breath.

"How are you willing to let Zilong go this time?" Qiu Hui frowned, he could naturally feel that Luo Xiu was not good at talking.

However, he could also see that Luo Xiu never really killed him, which meant that there was still room for relaxation in this matter.

"If you want to keep him alive, you can exchange it with a seventh-grade immortal medicine, or even the ultimate elixir."

Luo Xiu pondered a little, and immediately said his request.

For him, he really wanted to kill Zilong, which was not difficult for him.

However, since the Yuanshi Clan values ​​him so much, if he can use this as a condition to exchange for the cultivation resources he needs, why not do it?

Just for the cultivation of the realm of Xianjun, he needs massive sixth-rank elixir, and when breaking through the bottleneck shackles, he needs seventh-rank to elixir.

"You lion speak loudly!" The old man who was called the empress uncle was furious.

"Oh? Really? It seems that Zilong is not as precious as Seventh Stage Immortal Medicine in your eyes."

Luo Xiu sneered and stepped on his foot again. This foot almost stomped Zilong's back, blood spurting out of his mouth, and the sound of broken bones was creepy.

"The emperor, please stop, I'll send someone a seventh-grade immortal medicine." Qiu Hui's expression changed, and he said quickly.

"One? Is the life of Fellow Daoist Zilong so cheap in your eyes?"

Luo Xiu snorted coldly, and said, "I want ten Seventh-Rank Immortal Medicines, or you can bring ten Seventh-Rank Eternal Pills."

"what?"

Hearing this number, Qiu Hui was also stunned.

For a holy land, although it is not impossible to get ten Seven-Rank Immortal Medicines, treasures of this level are already difficult to find in the world, and even if they are planted, they are extremely difficult to cultivate, and the yield is extremely low.

Six-Rank Immortal Medicine can still produce hundreds of plants for the Holy Land, but if the seventh-Rank Immortal Medicine comes out with ten plants, it will definitely hurt the bones.

After all, the Supreme Immortal-level powerhouses of All Sacred Lands are all eagerly waiting to use the seventh-grade elixir to cultivate.

Even if the Dao realm cannot be improved, if the cultivation base can be improved, the strength will eventually be improved a lot.

"We can give you five at most." Qiu Hui took a deep breath.

"Don't make terms with me. Since you admit that I am the son of the Empress, then everything from my mother should be inherited by me. I didn't ask you for Yuanshi Qinglian and it was considered to be a good face. Don't bargain with me."

Luo Xiu's tone did not leave any room at all, and said coldly, "I will give you half an hour. If I can't see what I need, then just wait for Zilong to collect the body."

"That's not right, he won't even leave the dead body, I will step on him and explode him into mud."

Luo Xiu spoke in a very plain tone, and every time he said a sentence, the faces of the old men of the Yuanshi clan facing him became increasingly ugly.

"it is good!"

Qiu Hui sighed for a long time, and his figure flashed before turning into a light, and disappeared in a flash.

The few remaining old men of the Yuanshi clan stared at Luo Xiu with gloomy expressions, locking him with aura, implying murder.

"For the reason that you and my mother are of the same race, I advise you one last sentence, it is best not to murder me, otherwise I will let you die miserably." Luo Xiu said lightly.

"Don't you think that you are doing this too arrogant? You have to know that you are walking on a forbidden road that no one has ever succeeded. In the future, when you stop at a certain level and do not move forward, have you ever thought about what you are doing today? What are the consequences of what you do?" An old man from the Yuanshi clan said in a deep voice.

"If I hadn't embarked on the forbidden road, could Yuanshi clan still treat me like this?" Luo Xiu asked, squinting.

"If so, you are the saint son!" said an old man who looked a little loyal without hesitation, and stared at Luo Xiu. Saint Son, and find the treasures of heaven and earth for you to help you reshape the foundation of Dao!"

"It's a pity that I won't give up." Luo Xiu shook his head.

He understood the reality of these people thoroughly. In the final analysis, it was just because he, the son of the empress who was on the forbidden road, could not have a future at all, so he was abandoned by the Yuanshi Clan.

"Maybe one day in the future, you will regret it," Luo Xiu said lightly.

"Funny! What do we regret? You should regret it. From ancient times to the present, countless geniuses have tried to try the taboo road. Everyone thought they would succeed. What happened?"

"No, I am different from them. They can't succeed, and I will succeed." Luo Xiu remained calm.

At this point in the dialogue, both sides fell into silence.

As the saying goes, different ways are incompatible, and the two sides hold their own opinions, which is completely incompatible.

The Yuanshi people have high hopes for Zilong, and they have the qualifications to become an emperor.

Even if Luo Xiu is powerful with Dao Foundation, he can run rampant in this world, but in the future he will eventually stop at a certain level.

Once Zilong became the Immortal Emperor, Luo Xiu, who could trample him under his feet today, was just an ant to Zilong, who could be crushed by waving his hand.

Luo Xiu naturally knew the thoughts of the old guys of the Yuanshi Clan, but he didn't bother to explain anything, the history of later generations would prove who was right.