C1291 A big shot! (1/2)
Hong Chenxian's face was slightly lifeless.
”wind goddess, the Black Sky Python is still an ancient race after all, and it has its own gods. It's not easy to deal with.”
”Even if we don't attack the palace, we won't be able to attract any attention from Empyrean God Darkheaven.”
In the following period of time, the various powers faced off against Ye Qingfeng and the others, and threatened to protect Ye Qingfeng and the others. Even in the Mystic Python, there were still many forces that knew that the imperial family wanted to deal with the wind goddess, and Hong Chenxian still chose to protect them. This also allowed Ye Qingfeng to understand that the inside of the Mystic Python was extremely hostile. Harmonic.
Two days passed by in a flash. Ye Qingfeng and the other three, who were protected by countless of forces, were extremely safe. They went out to sightsee and collected some heavenly resources from the Mystic Skysnake Realm.
”Something big has happened!” A profound energy Profound Sky Python cried out.
The Profound Sky Python Imperial Family had undergone a great change. The current Emperor was the Great Emperor, the new Emperor was established!
Furthermore, after the new emperor registered, he expressed his goodwill to Ye Qingfeng and the others, bringing them with him apologies and a generous gift.
Ye Qingfeng and the rest had weird expressions on their faces.
After three days, Ye Qingfeng, Hong Chen, Meng Die and Qian Yin were teleported back.
Ye Qingfeng chatted with his fans and tycoons inside the direct broadcast room for a while. After that, it broadcasted at light speed and went to the Myriad Worlds Exchange to search for treasures of heaven and earth.
After leaving empty space of stars, Ye Qingfeng went to Dragon Valley to tour the scenery with the few women.
”Kid, come with me. An adult wishes to see you.”
Ye Qingfeng frowned as he followed moon-montmorillonite herb out of the Dragon Valley and arrived at the northern part of the Southern Wilderness.
In the deep mountains, in the forest, the Master that moon-montmorillonite herb had mentioned made Ye Qingfeng feel weird, he always felt that it was a little familiar.
In the bamboo courtyard, a young man dressed in a white celestial attire sat on a bench, pouring wine for himself, his eyes that were as deep as the starry sky swept towards Ye Qingfeng.
”Brat, I am Xuan Yizi, under the orders of celestial sovereign, I have a mission for you, so of course you can reject it.”