Chapter 156 I Hope You Will Give Me some Face

Zhu Yan gradually lost his mind in the fierce battle, especially as more and more spectators appeared from all directions, which made him even more irritable.

As a genius and the son of the demon king, he valued his reputation since he was a child, because he was better than other brothers. He didn't know whether his father was invited to the trial of Changsheng Pavilion this time, but this battle would definitely spread. Once he lost, his father would definitely look down on him even more.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yan's face gradually became demonic. As he attacked frantically, he gradually lost control of his transformed body.

When a big demon fights, once it is forced to reveal its true form, it means that it is about to be desperate.

The transformed demon will not easily reveal its true form, not because it yearns for humans, but because it pursues a posture. The history of demons is longer than that of humans. Legend has it that it was a demon who created the human race. It imitated the appearance of the demon race after transformation and created the human race, allowing the human race to reach the height that most demons desire at birth.

Zhu Yan had wings on his back, and his fists were surrounded by demonic energy, like two balls of black flames, burning fiercely. His offensive became more and more unsystematic, causing many great monks to shake their heads in regret.

Compared with his elder brother Zhu Li, he was still a lot worse!

At this moment, a voice came into Zhu Yan's ears: "This is a good opportunity for you to practice Douzhan Zhengong."

Fang Wang's voice!

Zhu Yan's face brightened when he heard it, and he immediately activated the Douzhan Zhengong mental method. Although he had not practiced Douzhan Zhengong, he had already mastered the mental method of this skill.

His offensive slowed down, and while attacking, he reviewed Douzhan Zhengong. This scene made many great monks raise their eyebrows.

How did this kid calm down in extreme anger?

In the house.

Fang Wang's mouth corners rose, he withdrew his consciousness and stopped paying attention.

He felt a breath that was somewhat similar to Zhu Yan, which was even more powerful and far beyond the Golden Body Realm. It must be the Zhu Emperor.

Zhu Yan's father is here. Even if Tianzi Sword Lord can win, he can't kill Zhu Yan!

Besides, Zhu Yan may not lose!

Tang Changbai also sensed a vague murderous intent locking onto him, which frightened him secretly. He had to restrain himself and didn't dare to fight with all his strength.

Emperor Zhu is here!

Now, Tang Changbai was in a dilemma.

If he stopped fighting, it would be a loss of face.

But if he continued fighting, it would also be embarrassing.

Zhu Yan didn't care so much. He was looking for the feeling of fighting in the battle. Gradually, he seemed to have caught a trace of wonderful feeling.

Everything in the world was quiet in front of him, and Tang Changbai's moves became slower and slower.

After an incense stick of time.

"Okay, you two should stop. Changsheng Pavilion's patience is limited!"

A cold voice resounded between the sky and the sea, which made Zhu Yan wake up instantly. Tang Changbai then pulled away and stopped swinging his sword.

Tang Changbai snorted coldly: "Don't think about letting this go. I will wait for your master in the trial!"

This time, he was not able to test Fang Wang's strength, which made him very dissatisfied, but in the public eye, he had to say harsh words to save face.

Zhu Yan's calm face showed hostility again, and he said coldly: "You will regret saying this!"

Tang Changbai did not waste any more words and left with a wave of his sleeves.

Zhu Yan glanced in a certain direction, and then flew back to the mansion of the Yellow Sword Lord.

As soon as he landed, Xiao Zi, Zhao Zhen, and Chu Yin came to meet him. They were very excited. The battle just now seemed to them to be a draw.

Whether it was Zhu Yan or Tang Changbai, their momentum made Xiao Zi, Zhao Zhen, and Chu Yin daunted.

Qu Xunhun shook his head and flew away.

Zhu Yan did not talk much, and soon came to another yard and began to think about the wonderful feeling during the previous battle.

The battle spread quickly. Although Fang Wang, the Yellow Sword Lord, did not show up, his reputation spread across the islands.

A piece of news quickly spread. It was said that when Emperor Zhu was asked what he thought of Zhu Yan's choice, he was not angry, but uttered a meaningful word:

"Everything has its destiny. His path may not be ridiculous."

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The days passed quickly. Fang Wang stayed in the mansion and did not go out. During this period, Changsheng Pavilion became more and more lively. Even Xiao Zi and Chu Yin could not help but go out to watch the excitement. Fortunately, they did not cause trouble.

Three months later, the internal trial of Changsheng Pavilion was about to begin.

A violent roar came from the sky, followed by a vicissitudes of life voice:

"The internal trial of Changsheng Pavilion is about to begin. Please ask the trial participants and guests from all parties to enter Changsheng Building."

Fang Wang opened his eyes and turned over. He thought about it and changed himself into a black suit.

This represents his mood!

Fang Wang walked out of the house, followed by the others. Qu Xunhun had been waiting in the yard. Seeing everyone present, he said, "Sword Master, follow me."

He leaped up, and the others followed.

Looking up, they saw a huge tower standing in the sky above the floating islands, made of mahogany and gold bricks. Large lanterns were hung on all four sides of each floor, and the lights were bright. There were cultivators and monsters flying in all directions. When they approached the huge tower, their figures became small, as if they had disappeared.

"They can watch the battle in Changsheng Building at that time. You don't have to worry about their safety. When the trial is over, you will leave the secret realm and return to Changsheng Building." Qu Xunhun turned back and said to Fang Wang.

Fang Wang nodded slightly, looking at Changsheng Building, he was quite curious.

What grade is this treasure?

It should surpass the magic weapon and reach the grade of magic weapon, and it is not low!

Flying all the way, Fang Wang received a lot of attention, but he didn't care.

Under the leadership of Qu Xunhun, they came to the fourth floor and flew into the window. The window alone was a hundred feet long and wide, which was very exaggerated.

As soon as he came in, Fang Wang felt the noise of people.

Landing on the ground, looking up, there were crowds of people. The corridor in Changsheng Building was very wide. Countless monks and monsters were distributed on this floor, communicating with each other, and it was very lively.

Fang Wang's eyes were attracted by a red beam of light in the distance. The diameter of the red beam was at least three hundred feet, like magma surging up. Standing in the wide corridor, he could see the red beam of light without having to squeeze to the edge of the corridor.

"That is the teleportation array. When the trial begins, you can fly directly into it. With the yellow sword order, you can enter the trial, while others can watch the battle through this array. During the battle, Changsheng Pavilion will also hold auctions regularly."

Qu Xunhun introduced that Fang Wang could feel the heritage of Changsheng Pavilion just by looking at this array.

It is hard to imagine what kind of cultivator can build such an array.

"Do you want to participate in the trial too?" Xiao Zi asked curiously, lying on Fang Wang's shoulder.

Qu Xunhun nodded and said, "It's a rare opportunity. I have to consider myself too."

Xiao Zi sighed, "I really want to go in together."

Qu Xunhun just smiled and didn't respond.

Trial participants cannot bring demon pets, and he can't change this rule.

The group walked towards the edge of the roof. There was no railing here, so they could overlook the view.

"Fang Daoyou, you are finally here."

A familiar voice came, Fang Wang turned his head and saw that the leader of Tianzong, Linya Daoren, was coming with a group of cultivators.

Tianzong was on good terms with Changsheng Pavilion, so it was reasonable for them to be invited. In fact, Tianzong had been in Nanqiong Tianyuan for a year.

Fang Wang smiled and greeted Linya Daoren.

Zhu Yan raised his eyebrows, stared at a man, and said, "Xuanyuan Xin, you are here too. After this is over, let's fight?"

Xuanyuan Xin, the first genius of Tianzong, Tianyuan Baoling.

Facing Zhu Yan's challenge, Xuanyuan Xin shook his head and said, "I don't want to fight with you. A reckless man like you doesn't understand the true meaning of cultivating immortals. Fighting with you will not help my cultivation at all."

Zhu Yan was furious and stepped forward to continue arguing with Xuanyuan Xin. The two obviously had a very good relationship. The Tianzong cultivators did not stop him, but looked at Fang Wang.

They were too curious about this Yellow Sword Lord!

Fang Wang looked very young, but his temperament was in line with the fantasy of the Tianzong monks.

Even wearing a black robe, Fang Wang's immortal aura could not be concealed.

As time went on, more and more sects entered the Changsheng Building, and Fang Wang also noticed the disciples of Changsheng Pavilion.

In addition to the twenty-four real people, seventy-two military lords, and countless personal envoys, Changsheng Pavilion itself also cultivated disciples, and the number was not inferior to any major sect. This was also the confidence of Changsheng Pavilion to recognize orders but not people. The twenty-four real people, seventy-two military lords, and personal envoys were just chess pieces to help Changsheng Pavilion act and check and balance the affiliated forces.

Seeing Tianzong talking to Fang Wang, other military lords and sects came up with courage to make friends with Fang Wang.

When you go out, having more friends is always a good thing, and Fang Wang did not refuse. His attitude also made him quickly become the most popular person on this floor.

There was even a real person who took the initiative to make friends with Fang Wang. His name was Tian Can, and his strength was ranked in the top five. He was very enthusiastic, which made Fang Wang feel a little good about him.

The other floors were also lively. Although the name of the Yellow Sword King was big, it was not big enough to overshadow everyone in the Changsheng Building.

Fang Wang heard someone mention that Ji Yang was on the ninth floor and had a good chat with the Mahayana cultivators.

Ji Yang, one of the four heroes of Nanqiong, his strength can no longer be defined by the Mahayana realm. He is one of the most powerful beings under 500 years old in this ocean. There are only three people who can be on par with him.

Dugu Wenhun, Chen Shang, Ji Haotian!

An hour later, the trial had not yet begun.

Another real person came to make friends with Fang Wang. What a coincidence, it was Jiuyou.

Jiuyou was wearing a black robe with many evil ghost patterns embroidered on it. He had long hair and pale skin. When he walked, he was like a ghost wandering in the world. When he came, the cultivators around Fang Wang avoided him.

"Fang Wang, right? I am Jiuyou Zhenren. Your deeds are very much to my liking. I am willing to make friends with you." Jiuyou Zhenren smiled, but his smile seemed cold.

Many cultivators looked strange, and they were curious about how Fang Wang would answer.

Fang Wang looked at Jiuyou Zhenren and smiled, "What a coincidence. I came to participate in the trial just for you."

Jiuyou Zhenren raised his eyebrows and asked with interest, "You came for me? Do you have a connection with me?"

Fang Wang smiled and said, "Well, I want to kill you. I hope you will give me some face and come to me as soon as you enter the trial."