Chapter 382 The Saint with a Beautiful Appearance and a Luxurious Car and Beautiful Women Were All Taken by the Little Transparent Person

The next day, in the main hall of the Holy Land.

"Your Highness, this thing is called the Heavenly Sword. It has extremely strong lethality and can be called a rare and precious weapon. It is the quasi-holy weapon that needs to be escorted this time."

The Yin-Yang Saint Lord took out a sword box inlaid with precious jade and handed it to Su Changge respectfully.

Su Changge opened it and took a look. Suddenly, a slender and sharp sword came into view. It was about three feet long, shining brightly, and the sharp blade flashed with cold light, filled with sharp murderous intent.

The Yin-Yang Saint Lord said again: "Your Highness, you must pay attention to safety on the road. There are many people who covet it. Although I am the master of the Holy Land, I am not as good as those ancient great powers who cut themselves with a knife to seal their origin and escape the catastrophe..."

Su Changge naturally understood this.

If there were no hermits eyeing this trip, there would be no need for this mission.

"Don't worry, I'm here, this holy weapon will be delivered to the Holy Land of Qiankun safely." Su Changge said lightly.

Huang Jiulong, who was standing by, snorted coldly when he heard this.

"Just brag! You're just a nobody, but you're pretending to be so big. If you really meet some strong people later, your lies will be broken immediately!" He complained disdainfully in his heart.

Yin Yang Saint Lord bowed to Su Changge and said, "Then I'll trouble you with everything."

At this point, he suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, Your Highness, you are carrying a heavy weapon, so it's not appropriate to make a big fuss. It's best not to pay attention to the big show along the way, and try to be low-key. I won't prepare a luxurious carriage..."

Su Changge naturally understood this.

After a series of discussions, he set off.

In front of the mountain gate, Yin Yang Saint Lord and many senior officials watched him leave.

Su Changge walked in front, while Huang Jiulong retreated behind him, looking like a follower. He looked at Su Changge in front of him and cursed in his heart: "Hehehe, if there is danger, you go first!"

Su Changge didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't care to know.

This kind of rotten person is rubbish, and he is not qualified to take him seriously.

In the blink of an eye, the two walked dozens of meters away, and the Yin-Yang Saint Lord and the crowd behind them were still bowing and bidding farewell.

Huang Jiulong looked back at the gradually receding holy land, and sneered in his heart: "Finally freed, I can finally show off in front of the little transparent!"

He did it as soon as he said it, and he was ready to liberate his nature and regain the feeling of being the master.

But at this time, a large group suddenly followed from behind, led by the Yin-Yang Saint Son and Saint Daughter, both of whom were in casual clothes, followed by a large group of masters in ordinary monk clothes, and they all had the aura of martial god-level strongmen flowing on their bodies!

Soon, Yu Yanyu followed.

She walked to Su Changge, smiling like a flower, and said: "Your Highness, the Holy Lord sent me to be your follower."

As she said that, she pointed at Zhou Jing and those masters and said: "They volunteered to come here."

Huang Jiulong's whole person was not good at once.

Damn, do I have to be a follower all the way?

Is it going to end?

Su Changge nodded and smiled: "Okay, it's lonely with fewer people, come with me."

While speaking, he glanced at these large troops and found that there were as many as thirty or forty people, and each of them was a martial king.

As for the Saint, the Son, and the Martial Ancestor.

With so many people, this trip will save a lot of effort.

Zhou Jing suddenly ordered: "Hey, His Highness is so noble, how can he walk like us? Hurry up and serve the eight-lift sedan!"

Immediately, someone served the eight-lift sedan.

Although this trip is not suitable for luxurious chariots, such as the white jade chariot pulled by the Fire Cloud Beast, a sedan chair with the same appearance as ordinary people is still acceptable.

Su Changge has never been a pretentious person, and he sat directly in the sedan chair.

The sedan chair looks small from the outside, but it is a different world inside, spacious and unique, light and comfortable.

"I'll go in and serve Your Highness." Yu Yanyu also followed into the sedan chair.

Everything was ready, and everyone officially set off.

Along the way, Huang Jiulong was in a terrible mood.

He walked under the hot sun, while Xiao Tou Ming was carrying a large sedan chair, enjoying it very much.

He looked at the sedan chair, fantasizing about the comfort inside, and roared wildly in his heart: "Damn it, that is clearly a treatment that only I can enjoy, why!"

Yu Yanyu is a saint with a fairy-like appearance and white legs, and Xiao Tou Ming has taken all the beautiful cars and beauties!

That is clearly his, Huang Jiulong!

When Huang Jiulong thought of this, he was so angry that his eyes were full of sparks. He was extremely frustrated and his face was extremely ugly, as if he had eaten a dead rat!

In the blink of an eye, he walked for a whole morning.

At noon, the curtain of the sedan chair was suddenly lifted, and the voice of Xiao Tou Ming came out.

"Xiao Huang, go buy me some wine and meat. Yan'er wants to play the flute for me, and I need wine to help me."

Huang Jiulong was immediately furious and said angrily: "You!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered the words of the sect leader, and immediately took a breath of cold air, and hurriedly lowered his head and changed his words: "Yes, I'll go now!"

He walked away.

Soon, he came back and bought a jar of the best daughter's red wine and cooked beef.

When the wine and meat were handed in, it didn't take long for the sound of playing and singing to be heard inside. Su Changge drank and ate meat while admiring the beautiful flute sound of Yu Yanyu in front of him.

Huang Jiulong's face was as black as the bottom of a pot with envy.