Chapter 1797 (1/2)

”Lin Qingge, in particular, was the number one ten years ago and a worthy son.”

”Look at his bearing now Detached and ethereal It's like a fairy

While they were talking, they could not help looking at the masters of the sword sect, Xuanji mansion and dragon palace.

They are also very powerful, temperament is also very extraordinary, but compared with the people of the pagoda, it seems that there are some unclear things about them!

The Dragon Palace, Xuanji mansion and Tianshan sword sect were all arranged together.

The master of the Dragon Palace glared at the four people who came out of the Pagoda: ”I can't see them through at all.”

”Speaking of them, they are also our younger generation, but after entering the holy tower, they throw us far away!” The master of the sword sect in Tianshan is old this year. He has witnessed many times the struggle for the son of God. Now he has the most feeling.

”People all say that the strongest person in the world is Emperor Wu's peak But I think the breath of those people is not the cultivation of Emperor Wu Why is this? Can the pagoda make people's accomplishments higher? ” As one of the youngest first-class peak forces, Xia Suyi is very puzzled about this.

The sword sect of Tianshan Mountain had a profound idea and said: ”therefore, all the favored sons of heaven on the Xuantian continent want to enter the holy tower. Therefore, the holy tower can make the world convinced and become a transcendent existence.”

Xia Su Yi nodded.

However, at the bottom of her heart, she felt that there must be a reason for Lou Xuanji's failure to come to the pagoda, but at this time, she was really curious. What kind of reason was that

The major forces in other places also talked in a low voice full of yearning and excited.

In their comments, the four great powers of the holy tower went to the center of the highest step.

There, put these four seats.

”The battle for the son is opened every ten years. All the rules and the participants will naturally know. I will not say more about it.”

One of them spoke in a low voice, but those who were near or far from him could hear clearly, as if he were whispering in the ears of all.

That's it.

Brush!