Legend of Swordsman - #4747 - Chapter 4747

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There is no one Celestial Court Yan Xian can guess that this will be the end.

Jian Wushuang is like a shock, forcibly breaking into every line of sight.

It’s unbelievable. For the first time, immortal peach in the feast was taken by Yan Xian except the seven emperors.

And Jian Wushuang is not the little emperor’s companion, so the immortal peach in his hand is completely owned by him.

Remove the immortal peach that contains the numerology shackles from his arms. He didn’t even miss it, like an ordinary fruit.

“Hey, then.” Jian Wushuang slightly smiled, threw the immortal peach to the little emperor.

A stream of light flashed across the sky, and then fell into his hands.

Looking at the fruit with vigorous power in his hand, the little emperor raised his brow slightly, he just had to take a bite, and the chance in immortal peach would rush into within the body to help him break through.

But in the next moment, the little emperor’s palm opened and closed, and the immortal peach was divided in half.

“Hey, then.” He said the same, throwing half of immortal peach to Jian Wushuang.

The two smiled at each other, and then bit down the immortal peach in their respective hands.

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The immortal rhythm is vast and the smoke is flowing.

In the Celestial Court, which is still singing and dancing, the silence is extremely extreme at the moment.

True Martial Yang Emperor seated on the throne, a pair of captivating eyes suppressed anger.

On his next head, all the emperors were silent and dejected.

The Young Master who was awakened from the coma corrects that a pair of British eyes is full of coldness.

The two figures slowly entered the Celestial Court.

The little emperor who has changed into a luxurious suit has a smile on his face, and he does not care that all his eyes gather.

While Jian Wushuang’s face is indifferent, he walks slowly, as if there are mountains and rivers in his chest, vaguely revealing the breath of prestige.

Facing this kind of scene, he did not panic, and even wanted to say a small scene in his heart.

Before entering Dayanhuan, standing at the top of the Divine Force universe and controlling the experience of the avenue, let him raise his hand and throw him with an indelible camera.

Even the True Martial Sun sitting on the throne has a weird sense of sitting upright when facing this young man.

But this feeling was quickly erased from my mind, True Martial Yang suddenly snapped the case, “Black smoke!”

All Yanxian keep quiet out of fear, they naturally understand why the emperor is so angry.

True Martial Yang Dijun hearing this, clicked nodded, a big hand flicked, “Young Master Yan is exempted from punishment, the rest will wait for the punishment as usual.”

As soon as this remark came out, all the other six emperors were angered, glaring at the little emperor, but they dared not say anything, for fear of getting more sticks.

It seems to be afraid that Zhong Yanxian feels that he is partial, and True Martial Yang then said, “But Young Master Yan behaves badly, so fine him to listen to the wind table wall for ten years.”

It ’s okay not to say this. As soon as I say it, all Yanxian ’s eyes almost burned the little emperor to ashes.

Is it to listen to the punishment on the wall of the wind platform, is n’t it more appropriate to go on holiday? !

The whole listening typhoon contains thousands of peach forests and immense bamboo forests. Among them are Celestial Court immortal spirits. From time to time, you can also see Fairy dancing.

Under such circumstances, can you think about it?

“What are you waiting for before you get the penalty? Isn’t it enough?” True Martial Yang Weiyi’s voice resounded.