Paragon God Creation System

Cheng Wushuang With Beiming Qinger, walking on the street, a lot of young gods showed a gloomy gloom in the corners of their mouths. There was a strong jealousy in those people’s eyes.

These people are some Holy Son candidates, not even candidates. They yearn for Holy Son this title, but unfortunately their own realm is not enough. In Beiming Saint Clan, only the younger descendants of Heavenly God Realm have access to Qualifications of Holy Son.

Cheng Wushuang, however, broke this habit and became the Holy Son of True God Realm.

Too many characters in the True Saint Realm in the Beiming Saint Clan family thought this was an extremely unfair thing, so envy was inevitable.

“Arrived!”

Crossing all the streets, finally, Qingming took Cheng Wushuang to a magnificent great hall, and a straight silhouette stood on top of the palace.

“father!”

When Beiming Qinger saw the man with a serious face, he called out, and a sense of divinity quickly circulated from Beiing Qinger within the body, and quietly entered the man within the body.

This divine sense is the thing that Cheng Wushuang helped Jivine Ming Divine Emperor before Beiqing Qinger reported to Patriarch.

After accepting the message conveyed by the divin sense, the original serious man on the great hall revealed a rare touch of surprise, and his eyes instantly fell on Cheng Wushuang’s body.

“Patriarch!” Cheng Wushuang bowed and worshiped as saluted, Cheng Qian demon and Yuesha behind him also worshiped.

“No need to be polite.” Patriarch gave a rare smile.

“I am the Patriarch of the Beiming Saint Clan family. It is called Beiming. If you do n’t mind, you can call me Uncle War.” Beiming waved his sleeves and his robe sounded. In front of Cheng Wushuang, fadedly smiled.

His words instantly caused several powerful Elders to complexion changed next to the great hall, revealing a touch of horror. The words of Patriarch are to warn them of Cheng Wushuang’s status and will surpass everything Holy Son .

“Uncle Zhan!”

Cheng Wushuang naturally also understood the meaning of the Battle of Beiming, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was not polite, and he called the uncle Zhan directly.

“You have made great contributions to the crisis of the Beiming Saint Clan tribe in starry sky World. Therefore, you deserve the status of Holy Son.”

Beiming Zhan Shen said, but his gaze was looking into the distance.

A lot of young gods walked in, and they were full of vitality, and there was a twinkling divine light flickering between their eyebrows.

The Elders in the great hall looked at each other and knew what happened to the younger generation. As Elders, they all knew that this time, Cheng Wushuang had been given a place for Holy Son. For many inner clan genius, Is an unfair thing.

However, with respect for strength, Cheng Wushuang does have this strength, and it is also worth getting Holy Son. After all, the characters who can drive away Heavenly Dao’s poison, such as trifling Holy Son, give Cheng Wushuang a slander against Cheng Wushuang.

Cheng Wushuang’s means are enough to get a status that is too high on Elder.

After all, if the news that Heavenly Dao can be cured is spread, I believe many Divine Emperor will come here and ask Cheng Wushuang to heal the poison of Heavenly Dao.

At that time, the contacts that Cheng Wushuang could establish were simply beyond imagination. Even the inner genius of Monster Clan could not be compared with Cheng Wushuang.

“Patriarch, we are not convinced by this new Holy Son!” A group of excellent genius from inner clan came in anger, and arrived at Cheng Wushuang. Fiercely glanced at Cheng Wushuang, who was fighting against Beiming and taking Extreme grievance and unwillingness.

“Ancient ancestors have established Holy Son’s rules. Only people who pass through the Sacred Heart Forest in our tribe can become Holy Sons, and also require the cultivation base to reach Heavenly God Realm.”

“There are no arrivals, only candidates for Holy Son.”

“This is the rule left by Ancient’s ancestors, Patriarch, you can’t be selfish.”

The descendants of countless members of the family are very jealous inside, especially those who are stuck at True God Realm Peak, and can only be candidates for Holy Son. As their age increases day by day, if they reach Heaven God without breaking through Realm, then you will never be eligible to become Holy Son.

For this group of young gods, Holy Son in the family is the only way to become truly Heaven’s Chosen. Only becoming Holy Son can be focused on cultivation by the family, with more High Level cultivation resources, and at the same time Observe the inner clan high-grade martial arts of other gods, comprehend stronger Martial Dao really.

They can’t forgive, a tribe from Star Domain World, and also a clansman with a surname, can actually become Holy Son, or break into a Holy Son, which is difficult for them to accept.

When Beiming saw this group of Juniors who were dazzled by jealousy, he couldn’t help but shook the head, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He actually understood something about this group of Little Brat. .

But unfortunately, Cheng Wushuang must become Holy Son. Before long, the family of Beiming Saint Clan still had a crisis that Cheng Wushuang needed to resolve.

And the strength of Cheng Wushuang, Beiming war felt that even if the god of God Lord Realm wants to suppress Cheng Wushuang, it is estimated that it is impossible.

“Well, since you don’t bother him, then I will give you a chance. If you win him, I will take back Holy Son’s qualifications.”

After that, Beiming Zhan sighed and looked at the Heaven’s Chosen who broke into the great hall seriously.

These people are descendants of Protector Elder. They have good talents and are just too proud of them. It is also good to give them a bite to eat now.

“We beat him? A True God Realm Early-Stage figure, can he defeat our group of Heavenly God Realm?”

Several Holy Sons could hear Patriarch’s words, and then they laughed and looked at Cheng Wushuang with a sarcastic look.

“Wushuang, what do you think?” Beiming asked Cheng Wushuang helplessly.

Cheng Wushuang faintly smiled, knowing that he is qualified as Holy Son, if he does not show a little strength to deter inner clan those proud Heaven’s Chosen, I am afraid it will be a lot of trouble.

Suddenly coldy: “Then try it.”

“However, I am not interested in competing with them each and everyone, and the strongest of them will come out and compare with me.”

“If I don’t win within three moves, I lose.”

Cheng Wushuang’s words of arrogance, loud voice, resounded inside the great hall.

Countless Heaven’s Chosen are all expressive and immediately furious.

“Really arrogant!”

“This kid is so crazy, he’s almost nobody.”

“Who does he think he is? People at True God Realm want to compete with Holy Son at Heavenly God Realm? Goofy.”

A lot of young Heaven’s Chosen was furious.

At this time, a strongest person in this group of Heaven’s Chosen was also out of the crowd. He stared at Cheng Wushuang with a poor eye, and teased, “I am Beiming Yao, Holy Son Grade 7.”

“Are you sure you want to fight me?”