Then there was a young man in white wearing a bow and arrow in the mountain temple.

The young man in white had a vertical eye in his eyebrows, and there were three eyes that suddenly appeared in front of everyone, just like a god.

When Chu Nan saw it, his heart was beating wildly, because he was born that day, a group of men in white also participated in robbing him. The leader was the three-eyed boy in white, and he even started fighting with the masked woman in black.

Dongfang Wudi, Xi Xinghua, Situ Yu and others suddenly saw the boy in white with three eyes, and his face also changed drastically, and he was even shocked.

The boy in white saw the masked woman in black and laughed: "You witch, you have a sharp nose, and you actually found this place."

The masked woman in black, known as the witch, snorted slightly and said coldly: "Last time you killed my beast pet, this account has not been settled with you. I didn't expect you to come to your door by yourself. Don't think that you have a saint grandfather, so I dare not kill you."

This sentence made Dongfang Wudi, and Xi Xinghua and others' hearts pound.

"Grandpa of Saint?" Is this young master in white clothes with three eyes actually a saint?

It is said that among the nine saints who are still alive in this world, one is the grandfather of this young man in white?

Chu Nan thought of the names of the nine saints that Xi Xinghua mentioned at that time, and immediately thought of one of them as "Three-Eyed War Saint". Could this young man in white be the grandson of the "Three-Eyed War Saint"?

After all, sub-ethnic people like this with three eyes are still rare in the world. This young man in white has three eyes and is very likely to be a descendant of the "Three-Eyed War Saint".

Everyone had the same idea, staring at the boy in white, especially Dongfang Wudi, with complicated eyes.

His father was an unshuang marquis of the world, a hereditary marquis, with a respectable status. He was also known as the No. 1 young master of the "Wushuang Kingdom" and a peerless genius. He has always been above his brilliance.

Now that he suddenly encountered this descendant of a suspected saint, he felt a little uneasy, but he felt a little dissatisfied, as if he wanted to compete with the other party. He wanted to step on the saint's grandson under his feet.

"My father said that I am the most promising saint in Wushuang Kingdom for so many years. In the future, I will definitely become a saint..." Dongfang Wudi thought silently, but the young man in white smiled and said, "You witch, you are so angry, let me talk about it if you can kill me." While speaking, he suddenly pulled the bow in his hand.

The masked woman in black suddenly grew up, and the black clothes on her body suddenly swelled up like a giant ball. The entire mountain temple suddenly became flying sand and stones, and a large amount of dust was lifted up, making it difficult for everyone to open their eyes for a while.

"Come outside and fight." The young man in white was very heroic, laughed and retreated outside the mountain temple while raising his bow.

Suddenly, a roar of silence came from afar.

This beast roar is very strange. It sounds very small and far away, but it contains inexplicable pressure, which seems to have been passed down from the nine heavens, carrying the supreme divine power.

Especially when I heard strange beasts like lions and apes, I sat down and fell down when I heard them softly. The soul felt a sense of awe of the supreme king at the roar of the beast.

Chu Nan heard it in his ears, and his eyes suddenly opened wide, and his heart suddenly jumped.

This is the voice of the purple-scale holy dragon. How could he not hear it?

Could it be that the Purple Scale Holy Dragon really came to Qingzhou? And, it is not far away?

The masked woman in black and the three-eyed boy in white didn't care about fighting.

"Purple Scale Holy Dragon" said the young man in white, hustled, busy raising his bow, and his figure shook. He rushed out in the distance in the rain.

A masked woman in black followed closely behind.

Dongfang Wudi also looked shocked when he heard the four words "Purple-Scale Holy Dragon". Could it be that the roar that was just now was sent by the Purple-Scale Holy Dragon? But the roar of the beast was too small. Ruowa, he almost didn't hear which direction it was sent out, and was busy listening. I hope the Purple-Scale Holy Dragon would roar for the second time.

Just when everyone was shocked by the four words "Purple Scale Holy Dragon", the Eighth Master, who was curled up on the ground, seemed to have been killed by Dongfang Wudi, suddenly flapped his wings and flew up, rushed into the rain, and instantly left, and shouted: "It hurts you, Eighth Master, Dongfang Wudi, you are a mortal bastard, Xixing Pavilion, Wu Pavilion and Eighth Master can't spare you, little beast, you Wushuang Kingdom is waiting to destroy the country."

Dongfang Wudi's face changed drastically. He never expected that the eighth master pretended to be dead and had first-class skills, and he did not expect that he was so copper-skinned and iron-bone that he could actually be hit by his own stone.

"Haha, this bird is really weird. Xixing Pavilion and Wu Pavilion have no grudges and no grudges in our Wushuang Country. How could I really attack you? You were just frightened." Dongfang Wudi turned his face, smiled and patted Situ Yu on the shoulder. The subordinates who put the sword on their necks saw Dongfang Wudi's face and all took back the sword.

Xi Xinghua couldn't have imagined that Dongfang Wudi changed his face so quickly, so he couldn't help but grit his teeth: "Shameless villain, do you think a joke can explain everything?"

As he said that, he pointed to the subordinates of Situ Yu who was killed by Dongfang Wudi.

Dongfang Wudi said indifferently: "It's just a few servants. As long as you two are alive, it's nothing. I think your elders are all people who understand the truth, let's go."

Dongfang Wudi was just a little bit. He knew that he could not hide what happened today, and he would not be able to blame Tianjianzhuang for leaving a sentence, and then he took his own group of subordinates and lions and ape beasts. He was anxious about the Purple Scale Holy Dragon. He heard the words of the white-clothed boy, and it seemed that the Purple Scale Holy Dragon had come to this area. Now he had no intention of entangling Xi Xinghua and Situ Yu.

Situ Yu and Xi Xinghua smiled bitterly. Dongfang Wudi said the last sentence, as long as they were safe and sound, Xi Xinghua and Wuge could not turn against the "Wushuangguo" for a few insignificant subordinates.

"All the humiliation that Situ Yu encountered today will definitely be brought back from the Dongfang Wudi a hundred times in the future!" Situ Yu gritted his teeth. This gentle young master Situ, who was also truly angry.

"And I, I swear." Xi Xinghua also hated her teeth: "This Dongfang Wudi, it's better not to blame me."

"However, he is indeed much better than us." Situ Yu said a little deflatedly, "And our elders of the sect are afraid that they will not be able to stand up for us. We can only deal with him by ourselves."

Chu Nan didn't say anything, but he also remembered Dongfang Wudi, the lion and ape beast, and the one-eyed dragon subordinate who hurt his palms. Sooner or later, he would find Dongfang Wudi to calculate this account clearly. (To be continued.)
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