"Who is this young man? His Royal frame is actually a very rare ancient chariot."

"Look at the blood dragons pulling the cart, all the red blood dragons, already have the arrogance of the emperor, and their blood and energy are all over the sky, as if they have just returned from the battlefield."

"Incredible, when will there be such a young emperor in our human race? He respects the world and easily suppresses the sharpness of the emperors. He vaguely wants to be the emperor of the world and be the emperor of ten thousand emperors."

Manager Liu was frightened to see the frame and said to himself: "Oh, I live my ancestors, don't this guy know how to keep a low profile? I thought he would sneak in, but I didn't expect it to be so high-profile."

"Ah hahaha, welcome the young master quickly. This is the grandson of my ancestors who are old friends. They have a noble status and are the first time they appear at the dinner today. The young man is a little swaying, and I would like to ask you all to forgive me." Manager Liu hurriedly smoothed out the situation and called this young man who robbed the road as the young master, which surprised everyone.

Young Master! There are so many young masters in the aristocratic family, but the name of young master is completely different from Manager Liu’s mouth. No one will regard this young man as a cat, three dogs and four, but as a person equivalent to the young master of the Zheng family.

Obviously, today, Manager Liu stood in front of the door and was greeting no one else, but this "young master".

Luo Yang narrowed his eyes and knew that this was the Zheng family deliberately concealing his origin. It didn't look like a carriage and horse, and wanted to fight him with real swords and guns. So what does that photo mean?

With many questions, Luo Yang slowly walked down from the Liuhe True Spirit Chariot.

Many people did not notice that a blood dragon was entrenched on the canopy of the chariot. The blood dragon suddenly supported its body, and what made people feel incredible was that the seemingly soft and boneless dragon body made a "bang" sound.

“Buzz…”

The substantial ripples pushed outward, causing all the dragons to scream and keep retreating. The frame of the young master of the Demon King Ridge who had just arrived in front of the palace gate was inexplicably trembling. The black dragon of the car pulled was also extraordinary, but he was unable to move forward, his eyes full of alertness and fear.

"What's going on? Let's go! Beast." No matter how the coachman whipped the black dragon, they were unwilling to step forward. Some of the black dragons even stood there so scared that they were incontinent and were embarrassed to their grandma's house.

In the eyes of a crowd of people who were surprised, gloating, or thinking, the scales on their bodies shrank like treasures, hung behind the black-haired young man, hooked their heads with their tails, as if a red braid was swaying around, and having fun.

"Baby, you are just troublesome." Luo Yang scolded helplessly and somewhat dotingly.

"Haha, it was because Boss Chi and Du Buer who agreed with me that there was such a spectacular scene. I could only hold my head." Jiang Baobao smiled.

Luo Yang put away his chariot and walked forward with great strides. He wanted to see what the Zheng family called him for.

I thought about this question before coming. If the other party threatened Zhang Xiaoman, why did he have to set up a party? Wouldn't it be better to let him commit suicide directly? Or tie him up and send him to the Yuntian clan, which is both straightforward and easy to deal with. But after coming over, I felt even more strange. I actually arranged for him a young master who was not far away or close, so why was it so troublesome?

Manager Liu was extremely depressed. He was actually ignored. The arrogance he had developed for many years made him feel unhappy. However, thinking of what this young master did, it was like a basin of cold water that wiped out all his arrogance. A smile suddenly appeared on his face and he rushed forward.

"Young Master, you are attending the Zheng family party for the first time. Let the villain introduce you to the process."

Many emperors who were about to enter the Heavenly Palace were dumbfounded and guessed in their hearts who the young master was. They actually made Manager Liu look so attentive, even if they put their warm face on their cold butts, they would be happy.

Needless to say, there must be something tricky about it. When did the Zheng family’s chief manager be so humble? He could make such a person who is as obedient as a grandson. The real young master of the Zheng family cannot reach this level, right?

Luo Yang directly triggered Xingli to transmit the voice: "Tell me! What's going on with Xiaoman's photo? Don't look at you hiding your strength. You are a level 8 dark emperor who specializes in assassination, but I am sure to smash your whole body on the spot."

"Hiss!" Manager Liu was so shocked that he was extremely shocked, and said to himself: "In terms of eyesight and perception, this kid is not many times ahead of his peers. And if someone says he wants me to smash it on the spot, that's absolutely a bullshit. But he is different. So many saints are trapped in this kid's hands. What a big deal, I, the Dark Emperor?"

In fact, Luo Yang can only fight against this Dark Emperor with all means. Although he has the ability to break through level barriers, the consumption will inevitably be considerable. If the Zheng family blocks the space tightly and sends three emperor-level figures, they can defeat this War Emperor whose reputation has soared wildly.

People in the world have many false thoughts. Because the Yuntian clan and the ancient clan have failed, outsiders do not know the specific situation, so they have recorded the deaths of those saints on Luo Yang. This has led to his great reputation, and even made this reputation continue to be inflated and his strength is exaggerated a lot.

Even the Zheng family's chief manager is not immune to the common people. When estimating Luo Yang's combat power, he calculated the deaths of those saints and was blinded by the golden signboard, infinitely weakening his presence, and treating the other party as his master.

"This?" Manager Liu knew only the limited things. When he was thinking about how to answer Luo Yang, he heard a voice coming from behind him.

"Hmph, whose grandson are you? You are so stupid that you dare to offend this young master's car. Where is the Heavenly Palace in Yunmiaoshan?"

Manager Liu looked back and immediately changed color, thinking: "It's bad, Luo Yang, a young ancestor, came at a bad time. Even if he was wrong for a few seconds, he would not be able to compete with this No. 1 master of the same generation as Demon King Ridge."

Luo Yang glanced at the person who was talking, shook his head and said, "I don't know you, but you look quite like the Young Master of Demon King Ridge. I don't know what your relationship is with him."

"You mean Yin Tianchou? He is my younger brother."

With a clang, the powerful sword light was seen passing by. The young master of Demon King Ridge widened his eyes until his head and neck separated, and the other party had already cut off his head.

Luo Yang raised his hand and habitually collected the corpse.

This is not a real corpse, but an imperial-level puppet with dense Amisian runes imprinted on it. It is obviously from the Amisian civilization, with a mysterious aura inside and outside.

"Hello, bastard..." The man who followed Yin Tianjun, the young master of Demon King Ridge, shouted blankly, his eyes full of anger.

"Click!"

Another sword, another head.

Luo Yang looked at the rune puppet that fell to the ground and said, "Good thing, it will not work at all in your hands. If you have the ability, come here with your true body. Don't use a distinction to shuttle back and forth between these puppets."

"Click!"
Chapter completed!