Peerless Divine Emperor

Qin Xuan raised his head and met the eyes of the middle-aged man. He could vaguely see the contempt in his eyes.

It seemed that he was quite dissatisfied with his realm.

This made Qin Xuan even more puzzled. The other party came to find him, but he didn't know what his cultivation level was. Why did he come to find him in person?

"Are you Qin Xuan from Tianxuan Continent?" The middle-aged man stared at Qin Xuan and asked, as if he wanted to confirm it again. Maybe they were people with the same name.

"It's me." Qin Xuan answered frankly. Everyone here knew his origins. Xia Yijun also knew that since he had exposed his identity, everything could not be concealed.

"You are only at the middle-level emperor realm. You are lucky!" The middle-aged man looked at Qin Xuan meaningfully. Yes, it seemed that there was something behind his words. Qin Xuan frowned slightly. Good luck?

It seems that the other party has learned something about him, so he said that he was lucky, but he didn't know him very well, so it is very likely that he learned it from others.

"Luck is also part of strength. When any big man reaches the peak, he will experience countless opportunities and adventures. This is not surprising." Qin Xuan said lightly, as if responding to the middle-aged man's words.

"Hmm?" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows. He dared to challenge him. He looked at Qin Xuan again, and his tone suddenly rose a few points: "You are right, but you will not be one of those big men."

"It's not that day yet, it's too early for the senior." Qin Xuan responded casually, still unwilling to admit defeat.

After this, the eyes of everyone in the audience were frozen there.

This guy... is really arrogant!

The middle-aged man claimed that Qin Xuan would not be one of those big men. The meaning of this statement is very obvious, and it can also indirectly prove that these people have a grudge against Qin Xuan, and they will not let him go easily.

However, Qin Xuan said that the day has not come yet, and the middle-aged man said it was too early, and there was a hint of sharpness in his tone.

The emperor-level figure competed with the saint in public. I'm afraid that few people had such courage at that time.

"You are so arrogant. I don't know where your confidence comes from!" The middle-aged man snorted at Qin Xuan, and his expression was extremely disdainful. If he hadn't wanted to capture Qin Xuan alive, Qin Xuan would have been dead at this moment.

"Those who respect others will always be respected by others, and those who humiliate others will always be humiliated by others." Qin Xuan said calmly. It has come to this point. No matter whether he resists or not, the other party will definitely capture him back, so he has nothing to worry about.

"Until now, he is still as arrogant and presumptuous as before. It's really ridiculous!" Xia Yijun stared at Qin Xuan's figure like a venomous snake, with a gloating look on his face.

He wished that Qin Xuan would die without a burial place. Now, the powerful people of Zhongxingtian personally went down to the world to take him, so no matter how strong Qin Xuan's talent is, it is impossible to change the result.

His revenge is finally going to be avenged!

"Come with me." The middle-aged man said proudly, and without waiting for Qin Xuan's response, he stretched out his hand directly downwards, and a huge handprint appeared in the void, and it was pressed towards Qin Xuan's body.

In an instant, Qin Xuan felt an overwhelming pressure appearing around him, blocking all the power of the avenue. He felt like he was in a swamp, unable to move, and all the power in his body stopped flowing.

Seeing the handprint grabbing him, Qin Xuan had no way to resist, and his face looked indifferent. The opponent's means were extremely strong and overbearing. The Saint Realm actually attacked him, a figure in the Emperor Realm. It was simply shameless to the extreme.

However, just when the handprint was about to fall on Qin Xuan, a wave suddenly came from the void, and a figure of a white-haired old man appeared. He looked at the middle-aged man from a distance and said, "Your Excellency, regardless of your status, attacking a younger person is a bit unbecoming."

The middle-aged man's palm stopped in mid-air and did not fall. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old man in a green robe standing there, with white hair flying in the wind. He had an immortal style and a misty aura. Although he did not release any aura, he still made people in awe of his existence.

Qin Xuan also looked at the old man in the green robe, and a hint of surprise suddenly appeared on his face. The old man was Changfeng Zhenren, Song Changfeng.

Zangtian Pavilion, actually stood up for him!

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man frowned slightly. He could naturally feel Song Changfeng's strength, and he was at the same level as him.

"Zangtian Pavilion." Song Changfeng responded. He did not need to report his name. The three words of Cangtian Pavilion were enough.

"So it's a force on Junxuan Continent." The middle-aged man's brows relaxed immediately, and his eyes regained their indifference. Zangtian Pavilion might be very famous in Junxuan Continent, but in Tiantai's eyes, it was not worth mentioning.

"Why, you want to stop me?" The middle-aged man looked at Song Changfeng and asked, his tone changed a little from before, becoming a little tougher, and he didn't take Song Changfeng seriously.

"I just think that your behavior is a bit inappropriate. I don't know what grudges he has with Tiantai, and you want to take him away by force?" Song Changfeng said slowly: "Zhongxingtian is above everything and should not interfere in the affairs of Shura Hell. You must have a suitable reason for your behavior."

"Tiantai never needs a reason to act. Even if you have to give a reason, it's not for you Zangtian Pavilion!" The middle-aged man looked at Song Changfeng with an extremely sharp gaze, and his voice was like a huge bell. Some weak emperors were even shocked to the point of bleeding in their eardrums and their livers and gallbladders were broken.

Song Changfeng's eyes became sharper, and his green robe fluttered without wind. Even though Song Changfeng was gentle, he was still angered by the middle-aged man's words.

Zhongxingtian's power was indeed much stronger, but he could not stand such contempt for Cangtian Pavilion.

"Haha, Tiantai wants to take this boy, of course, there is a reason for it, why should the real person stand up for him?" A hearty laugh suddenly came.

In a space, another old man appeared there, wearing a star robe, shining, and the aura around him was extremely powerful. This figure was one of the four masters of Zhaixing Mountain Villa, Ziwei Xianjun!

After seeing Ziwei Xianjun appear, many people were shocked, but when they thought that Changfeng Zhenren had appeared, it was not surprising that Ziwei Xianjun appeared.

"Ziwei Immortal Lord!" Qin Xuan stared at Ziwei Immortal Lord with cold eyes. If he guessed correctly, Ziwei Immortal Lord should have arrived long ago, but he just didn't show up. Now that he saw Song Changfeng wanted to save him, he deliberately came out to make trouble!

With the same idea as Qin Xuan, Song Changfeng saw through Ziwei Immortal Lord's intention at a glance, and his face became quite ugly. It seemed that Qin Xuan could not be saved today.