You have a good chance, I accept it.

"The Xuanyuan Scorpion Clan is quite grand."

Just when the Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python Clan Leader and a group of elders were worried, a cold laugh came. Hearing this cold laugh, Mu Wanqing's heart was immediately calmed down.

The group turned their heads to look at the middle-aged man in a purple robe in the distance.

"Ancestor."

"Ancestor."

"Ancestor."

The elders present saluted respectfully, while the middle-aged man stood on the city wall with his hands behind his back.

"Who are you?"

Xuantian looked at the strange middle-aged man with a fearful look, and his intuition told him that this guy was not simple, extremely not simple.

"Who am I? You should ask your father, ask your ancestor."

"When did a junior threaten to destroy my Sky-Swallowing Python Clan?"

"Even your ancestor Xuanming dared not talk to me like this."

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, Xuantian's face changed immediately. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him solemnly and asked cautiously in a low voice.

"Senior, do you know my ancestor?"

Xuantian no longer had that condescending look at this moment, because the two words "Xuanming" were exactly the name of his ancestor, and Taiyi Xuanxian cultivators did not dare to call the Golden Immortal by name.

And the person in front of him called his ancestor by name and was still safe and sound without any incident, which was very intriguing.

"Go back, the water in the Anlan world is too deep for a little guy like you to wade through. If your Xuanyuan Scorpion Clan really wants to destroy my Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python Clan, call your ancestor."

"Call that old thing Xuanming to confront me face to face."

"Remember, I am Mu Shenqing, and tell that old guy Xuanming what I said. I will not kill you if I see that you are the direct descendant of that old guy Xuanming."

After Mu Shenqing finished speaking, Xuantian stood in the sky with an uncertain expression. He originally thought it was just a small character, but how did it involve his ancestor now?

I dare not make a conclusion about my ancestor without authorization.

What is the origin of this old thing?

Boom.

I saw Mu Shenqing snap his fingers, and a stream of light flashed away in an instant. When Xuantian reacted, he saw that the late-stage Wuqi Taiyi strongman behind him was withering away his laws and his vitality was rapidly dissipating.

In just a few breaths, a Wuqi Taiyi fell like this.

Xuantian, who witnessed the whole process, was shocked. He looked at Mu Shenqing below with a horrified face.

Killing a late-stage Wuqi Taiyi strongman with one finger, even a peak Wuqi Taiyi strongman can't do it.

Then there is only one result, that is, the person in front of him is... Golden Immortal.

When the word "Golden Immortal" popped up in his mind, Xuantian was frightened and broke into a cold sweat. Did he offend the Golden Immortal?

"Senior, please forgive me, please forgive me, I will say hello to you on behalf of my ancestor. I will definitely convey your words. I will leave now, I will leave now."

Xuantian kept saluting to Mu Shenqing with a trembling voice, and then hurriedly left with the people behind him. How powerful the warships were when they came, how embarrassed they were when they left now.

"Let's go, the crisis is resolved."

Mu Shenqing's body disappeared after he finished speaking. He was only one step away from the Golden Immortal. If the old guy Xuanming really came in person...

No, the old guy Xuanming would not come to the Anlan World in person for such a small matter.

The elders of the Seven-Colored Swallowing Sky Python Clan saw this scene and looked at the place where their ancestors disappeared with admiration.

I didn't expect that their ancestors would be so strong.

Killing the late Taiyi strongman with a flick of a finger, my goodness.