The Wuxian people are very mysterious in the whole continent. It's said that the Wuxian people who are full of fairy arts have nothing to do with the outside world. In the past years, at most, they would send an ordinary disciple to express their congratulations when countries had important events. Today, they sent so many people, but they even sent the son of God?

How important is this?

You know, the Wuxian clan just gave the emperor of the moon Kingdom at will, so that he could live for two years. His ability was more powerful than that of the national teacher of his kingdom.

Even if the emperor's heart had a dispute.

No matter what they come to, since they have come to his kingdom, he must find a way to get something. If he can keep one Even one.

And the flower on the street, looking at the Ning know in the hall, frown secretly.

Wuxian people are not completely isolated from the world, but they have never been involved with any secular people. How can they appear under the recommendation of Yan Moli?

Is it that Yan Moli has seduced him?

What's more, the deliberate contact with him is also to help Yan Mo Li explore?

All sorts of questions are swirling in the street.

However, she did not notice that Yan Beicheng's eyebrows on her side were also wrinkled, and her eyes subconsciously looked at the first national teacher opposite her.

But he saw that the national master was still motionless, and his eyelids were not raised.

Yan Mo's sharp lips raised slightly, and raised his steps to Ning Zhizhi's side, saying, "the son of God was born for the sake of peace and stability in the world, and even more to celebrate the birthday of the emperor's grandmother."

When Emperor Baorong heard the words, his face suddenly showed a little dignified, "I have heard of the cultivation of immortals by the Wuxian people for a long time, and now I have the honor to come to China's divine kingdom. I don't know what the son of God has in the end. Let me tell you."

"Your Majesty's praise." Rather know a light smile, eyes are unpredictable color.

"Our elders watch the sky at night and speculate against the bones and speculate that the stars are out of the sky, and they are in charge of the cholera court. The pattern of the world will change greatly."

After a pause, his eyes did not know whether intentional or unintentional, from the flowers on the beautiful cheek swept, "but, this alien star is not one, but two."

As soon as this statement was made, all the people present locked their eyebrows, half shocked and half doubted.

The same is true of Baorong emperor.

He pondered for a moment, turned his eyes and looked at the majestic and immobile teacher, "what does the national teacher think?"

The national master just slightly raised his eyes, and his eyes were clear and shallow, and he swept over his body. There was no wave or LAN on his face. He was extremely calm and said, "there is such a thing."

He seemed to have figured it out for a long time, and went on: "to be sure, the alien star is just one person. It's useless to say more. The natural mechanism should not be leaked too much blood. It must be that the Wuxian people understand this truth. "

Obviously, the words of the national master were more convincing. The suspicion on emperor Baorong's face faded away and his brows were tightly twisted together.

"How could it be so..."

Rather know not to refute, just a light smile, eyes far-reaching looking at the national master.

I don't agree with you.

The alien stars are two.

Naturally, others did not know what he thought in his mind, but felt that his words had been approved by the national master, and the credibility of the words was greatly improved. No one was doubted again.

On the other hand, the palm is suddenly tight and slightly nervous.

Maybe others don't know where the alien star is, but she knows it best.

She was originally a ghost from an alien world, but now she is involved in the power center of the divine kingdom together with Yan Beicheng. I'm afraid she is not referring to her as well as the alien star in the mouth of the national teacher.