Xuanhuan: Me! Create a secret building at the beginning

The man’s words were soft.

But in the ears of everyone, it is no less than the thunder on the ground.

“What?”

“How is that possible? How did the Primordial Saint Son fail? Isn’t he undefeated? At the last moment, it is clear that the Holy Son of the Beginning still has spare strength! ”

“That’s right, if it weren’t for this middle-aged man appearing, the two might still have won or lost!”

“Don’t say nonsense, it’s a Saint of the Primordial Holy Land, in terms of identity or the Uncle of the Primordial Holy Son, you still don’t believe what he said?”

“If the two of them continue to fight, the final result will probably be the fall of the Primordial Saint Son, and the Golden-winged Dapeng Young Master will be seriously injured.”

“This…”

“Could it be said that the twenty-fourth of the Terran Tianjiao Gang is not as good as the seventeenth on the Demon Race Tianjiao List?”

“How? Not obvious enough? In horizontal comparison, at least the seventeenth or more people on the Terran side can be said to stabilize the young master of the Golden-winged Dapeng. ”

“In this way, the Tianjiao among the demon race is not much weaker than the Terran race…”

………

The crowd was in an uproar.

This result, some people expected, but many more, is unacceptable.

In the sphere of influence of the Terrans, a Terran Tianjiao was defeated by the Demon Tianjiao, and it was a little uncomfortable to look at it, but there was no way.

Today the Primordial Holy Son collided.

If it comes to individual Tianjiao, the ranking is higher than him, then it is enough, if it is not as good as him, I am afraid that he will lose faster.

“Some time ago, Ye Chen, the second in the Tianjiao list, once came to the Great Desolate City, but he didn’t stay for a long time, so he left in a hurry, if he stayed for a while longer, how could there be room for the Golden-winged Dapeng Young Lord to be rampant?”

Someone sighed.

“No need to worry.”

Others comforted: “Tianjiao, who ranks higher than the Primordial Saint Son on the Tianjiao list, after hearing today’s news, there will always be someone to help the Terrans regain face.” ”

“Hopefully…”

Many people sighed softly.

………

In the field.

Jin Chen closed his hand and stood, and the other saint had already opened his mouth to admit defeat.

There is no need for him to kill them all, after all, it is easy to kill a holy son, but if he leaves, I am afraid it will be difficult, in the final analysis, this is also the sphere of influence of the Terrans.

Not far away.

It is also a great desolate city.

Perhaps, the senior of the landlord is looking here, his identity is difficult to guess, but I think it should be the Terrans, and he rashly killed the Terrans Tianjiao.

In case of.

Provoking the displeasure of the landlord’s predecessors is inevitably worth the loss.

Jin Chen glanced at the Taichu Saint Son and didn’t say much, although he defeated the other party, his current situation was not good, and he had to heal his injuries first.

“Go back.”

Jin Chen spoke, turned around and stepped into the chariot.

The old man driving urged Zhenyuan and poured into the chariot, and suddenly the sound of breaking the air sounded, and the chariot turned into a streamer, rushed into the clouds, and soon disappeared.

………

After Jin Chen left.

Only two people remained in the Primordial Holy Land.

“Uncle Master……..”

The Primeval Saint Son’s face was as pale as paper, his breath was disordered, and he looked ashamed, and said in a low voice: “Disciple, let Uncle Junior disappoint. ”

Originally.

His protector was a Saint Lord-level elder.

But after the Tianjiao list came out, the Primordial Holy Land saw the potential of its own holy son, and could rank twenty-fourth, as long as it did not fall in the future, a great saint’s position, it was appropriate.

That’s why.

The Primordial Holy Land directly replaced the Saint Lord-level elder and became a Taishang elder, personally protecting his juniors.

Thinking that the Holy Land valued himself so much, the shame in the heart of the Primeval Saint Son deepened a little.

“Don’t be discouraged.”

The middle-aged man glanced at the direction where Jin Chen left, and said lightly: “The Golden-winged Dapeng family has a deep background and unparalleled bloodline, even the owner of the Tianji building thinks that he can be ranked seventeenth on the Demon Race Tianjiao list. ”

“He must have something extraordinary.”

“If you lose this time, you can win back next time.”

“Disciples obey the teachings of their uncles.”

The corners of the Primeval Holy Son’s mouth were bitter.

He has tried his best just now, but he still can’t help the other party, the next time he meets, to be honest, he is not sure that he can win, after all, he has become stronger.

Jin Chen naturally would not stand still.

“Do you think you can’t win back?”

The man seemed to see through what the Primeval Saint Son was thinking, and he said again: “Don’t forget, today’s events have already been spread, and maybe the Tianjiao Building will update the Tianjiao List later!” ”

This sentence.

He was right, in fact, when he came forward and opened his mouth to admit defeat, the Tianjiao list had been updated, and the latest Tianjiao list was above the Taichu Saint Son and Jin Chen after the information.

All added this record.

The only difference is that one loses and one wins.

“I……..”

The Primordial Son was dumbfounded.

Is this record going to follow you for the rest of your life?

Now.

The Tianjiao list spread throughout the entire Terran race, and then spread to the entire world at a terrifying speed, and when the time came, everyone would probably praise the strength of the Golden-winged Dapeng Young Lord.

And he became a stepping stone for the other party.

“If you want to wash away your defeats, you can only win them back next time.”

The middle-aged man said seriously, “Have you forgotten the purpose of coming to the Great Desolate City this time?” ”

“Disciples don’t dare to forget!”

The Primordial Saint Son said respectfully.

The reason why he came to the Great Desolate City today was mainly to ask the owner of the Tianji Building if there was a way to make himself go further, but the Tianji Building had not yet entered.

I fought with Jin Chen, and I was seriously injured.

“After you recover from your injuries, go to the Tianji Building.”

The middle-aged man glanced in the direction of the Great Desolate City and said in a deep voice: “You carry the glory of the Primordial Holy Land on your shoulders, and the next time you see the Golden-winged Dapeng Young Lord, the battle will be won!” Understand? ”

“The disciple understands!”

The Primordial Saint Son spoke up.