I am the master of all worlds

Chapter 396

Not to mention how much Zhang Wuyang and Ji Mingyao's beating of the saint brought shock to the world, nor to mention how much the contemporary Tianjiao of the human race was hit because of their abnormality. At that time, Zhang Wuyang was at peace.

Being dragged by the sage Fengchun, I can't break free even if I try to break free, what else can I do?Very desperate!

Therefore, Zhang Wuyang could only calm down, holding Ji Mingyao's hand, and being dragged away wantonly by the sage Fengchun.

Ji Mingyao didn't think so much, being held by Zhang Wuyang, his expression was very sweet, and even his eyes narrowed sweetly for a while, it felt like he was successfully promoted from a Erha to a smiling Shiba Inu.

"Here we are." Inside the Fengchun Holy Land, the sage Fengchun threw the two of them on the ground. Some of them couldn't eat this kind of dog food. The two of you come to my gathering room in the Holy Land of Spring."

After all, just leave.

It's just that in Zhang Wuyang's eyes, he always felt that this respected senior left a little flustered.

Looking back at Ji Mingyao, he found that Ji Mingyao also seemed to have noticed this little problem, so the two looked at each other and smiled, like a pair of little foxes.

"Salted fish, hug~"

"Okay, hug."

……

"Not a human being!"

The wife of Fengchun sage has been away from Star Source Realm for nearly 500 years because she did not achieve the holy position. When she was raped by such a young couple, she cursed sourly in the living room, and then closed her eyes. Began to meditate.

Zhang Wuyang's sudden mess this time undoubtedly disrupted many of the plans of the saints. As the initiator of the plan, the saint Fengchun felt a little uncomfortable.

It's just that Zhang Wuyang and Ji Mingyao are too talented, and the future human race may need them to suppress an era, so he can't say anything.

Besides, as long as the two don't want to pretend to be superficial, even if they say something, it is probably useless.

Unknowingly, the time went on for more than half an hour. I don't know whether it was a good agreement or a coincidence, but the saints came to the Spring Festival together.

Saints of different races are watching. This is the first large-scale gathering of saints in the human race for so many years, and it may represent the attitude of the future human race.

Therefore, when the saints of the human race gathered, many saints of other races also began to gather together spontaneously.

Gathering in the living room at the Holy Land of Spring, watching the nineteen saints of the human race on the huge round table arrive at this time except for the Lord of Yin and Yang and the saints of the Zhang family, the saints of Fengchun knocked on the table.

"Now that the people are all here, let's talk about it, what should my human race do next?"

"How to do it?" Huanglong Shengren said that his temper is not very good. Facing Fengchun Shengren's question, he opened his mouth and said: "What else can I do? Let's fight! Anyway, no matter what the plan is, if we don't come to the end, we still have to fight with a foreign race." of!"

"I also think, let's fight." The saint of Tianti lay lazily on the chair: "All the saints of our human race are united, even though there are not as many saints as the total number of foreign races, but they are not of one mind, afraid of a bird! Human death The bird is facing the sky, it will not die for thousands of years, let's see who is afraid of whom!"

Fengchun Shengren was a little helpless after being said a few words by these two bastards.

The Ji family Jisheng on the side coughed dryly: "Ahem..., brother Huanglong, brother Tianti, they are all sanctified, pay attention to the influence, pay attention to the influence."

"Affect a bird!" The Tianti sage glanced at it, and put a toothpick in his mouth from nowhere, and said in a stream of air: "There are no outsiders in this place, and even foreign races can't break through the enchantment we set up, what a frightening bird! It's you, you have such an arrogant person in your family, don't you laugh in your heart? Bah!"

The seventh order of the saint rolled his eyes in the same way, and said sourly: "He laughed? I think he should be crying. Well, in the future, the saint was handed over to that little thief of the Zhang family. His heart is bleeding, right? Hahahahahaha..."

From the beginning, a huge gathering of saints is a bit off topic.

It's not just the three bastards Huanglong, Tianti, and Qiqiling who are making trouble, the sage Yaohua and the sage Qiqing are discussing rouge and gouache, the sage Tianyuan and the male family Nansheng have already played chess, and the two sages Lingming and Xiaoyao are Tasting a folding fan secretly made the head of Fengchun sage a little painful.

Don't look at this group of people in front of others.

But queens, especially after being sanctified, this group of people is a group of unrecognizable turtle grandsons!

A group of people can become a saint, whether it is aptitude or IQ, there is no problem.

But now the future of the entire human race, these strange things have no idea at all. According to everyone, isn't this human race still old with you?What are we using that brain for?
In desperation, the Saint Fengchun knocked his head and looked at the Saint Meteor Sword. This is also a true saint, and he is not old, has high combat power, is cautious and alert, and is the saint who will succeed him in his heart. The best candidate for the future leader of Terran.

Seeing the sage Fengchun looking at him, the sage Meteor Sword also rubbed his forehead, expressing himself as Alexander.

After thinking for a few minutes, he opened his mouth and said, "Why don't you call that kid Wuyang in? This kid suddenly broke our plan. I guess he must have some ideas. Let him talk about it."

In a word, Saint Huanglong's expression became serious, Tian Ti and Qi Ling sat up straight, Yao Hua and Qi Qing stopped talking about rouge and gouache, and even Tian Yuan put away his chess pieces.

They have been waiting for this sentence.

There is no other reason, only because Zhang Wuyang has the ability to sit here.

One, Zhang Wuyang represents Zhang Sheng, two, Zhang Wuyang is the grandson of Zhang Yangxing, a guy who can become a saint at any time, and three, Zhang Wuyang's own power is enough.

More importantly, Zhu Sheng wanted to know whether Zhang Wuyang was capable of cultivating Martial Immortals in batches!
The last point is very important!

If Zhang Wuyang really has this ability, then the human race only needs to gather their strength to defend three or five states, and when Martial Immortals appear in batches, it will be the time to dominate the Star Origin Realm!

Fengchun sage left the meeting place, which was regarded as acquiescing to Zhang Wuyang's admission.

Not long after, when Fengchun Saint appeared again, Zhang Wuyang walked in with Ji Mingyao.

Saluting slightly to the seventeen saints present, Zhang Wuyang sat down on the last chair after thinking for a while.

"You can make the seventh chair, that's the position of your Zhang family sage."

"Yes!"

"Mingyao also take a seat, and it will be done at the end."

"Aha? Is there still a place for me?" Ji Mingyao stared at him. Apart from his good looks, there was nothing left but obscenity.

"Sit down, let's sit down, we girls can't be worse than men, can we?" The female saint Yao Hua chuckled, but the eyes of the Seven Emotions female saint were a little helpless.

Originally, she really wanted to lure Zhang Wuyang home to be her husband, but unfortunately, Ji Mingyao was going to be sanctified now, and she seemed unable to break it with her little hands, so she felt very happy for a while.

When Zhang Wuyang and Ji Mingyao took their seats, the atmosphere in the venue finally recovered a little bit.

Sitting in the first place, Fengchun Saint looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on Zhang Wuyang.

"Wuyang, tell me, why did you ruin our plan all of a sudden? Everyone here is waiting for your explanation."

coming!

coming!

Finally, it's the turn of Young Master Ben to play!

Sitting there, Zhang Wuyang grinned.

It's a pity that Huang Long slapped the back of the head by the side: "I want you to talk, laugh ass, talk quickly."

Sure enough, as expected of his notoriously violent temper, Zhang Wuyang weakly returned his grin to normal, "Ahem! Well, I just had an immature idea."

"Besides, ever since I knew I had become a chess piece of a saint, I always wanted to be a chess player, so hehehehehe..."

(End of this chapter)