Villain: Master: Just be a canary

"Are you the Holy Master, or am I the Holy Master?"

"Do I still need to listen to your opinions?"

Powerful pressure.

It overwhelmed everyone and they didn't dare to breathe.

This was the crushing of absolute strength.

They seemed to have ignored one thing.

Their Holy Lord.

Not like other Holy Land Holy Lords~.

Before doing anything , we also need to consider the opinions of the elders of the Holy Land.

Lu Xiaoyue has always gone her own way. The most important role of these elders is to manage the Holy Land. It is not their turn to intervene in major matters.

"No, not such a Holy Lord"

"We are blind"

"We will now make Su Wuhui our Holy Son."

The elders immediately knelt down.

Sweat was pouring down like rain.

It was as if a great terror had come.

They were so overwhelmed that they could not breathe.

"Wait!"

At this moment, a cold and arrogant voice came from the distance.

Many people heard the voice and ran away

"Damn it, who the hell dares to speak at this time!"

"No, you are so brave!"

"This is the Holy Lord. He shows up when she is angry. Is this looking for death?"

"If you want to die, don't look for us. We are still kneeling."

"Don't get us involved."

Long Aotian naturally heard these voices.

But he ignored them all.

He was born to be the protagonist. He was destined to reach the top.

How could he care about these words? Everyone was stunned when they saw the person coming.

"Long Aotian, isn't he in retreat?"

"Why does it appear here? What is he doing here?"

"This is not where he should be! This is not a place where he can cause trouble"

"If it makes the Holy Lord angry"

"It will be us who will suffer then."

Many elders are jostling.

This is how the Son of Destiny is.

No matter where he goes, he is an attractor of hatred.

He attracts hatred, and then strikes back with a slap in the face.

This is an old routine.

"Long Aotian! What are you doing here?"

"Get out now! This is not the place for you to be wild"

"In front of the Holy Lord! How could I let you make such a mistake?"

"Apologize to the Holy Lord quickly! Then leave quickly!"

The Great Elder said to Long Aotian.

Long Aotian is his disciple.

He is also the person with the highest talent.

It is possible to compete for the position of the Holy Son.

But now that the Holy Son has been determined by the Holy Lord, he will definitely not be able to changes happened

"Holy Lord, I don’t accept it!"

"Why can he, Jun Wuhui, be the Holy Son?"

"We, the candidates for the Holy Son, all have the ability to compete for the position of the Holy Son!"

"Can you please let me have a fair fight with Jun Wuhui and then decide who will be the Holy Son?"

Long Aotian ignored the master's persuasion.

Instead, he shook his robe with a gesture that he thought was very handsome. He cupped his hands and said to Lu Xiaoyue.

"When I win over Junior Brother Wuhui, can you allow me to become a disciple of the Holy Master?"

Long Aotian believed that he had the destiny to be the protagonist of destiny. Naturally

, those fairies and beauties rushed forward one after another. (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Including the Holy Lord is no exception.

I will definitely do it. Impressed by his own personality charm.

So that he can challenge Jun Wuhui

"Ah, this... is full of templates for the protagonist's routines!"

"The system is working"[]

【Ding! Protagonist detected】

【Name: Long Aotian】

【Identity: The first candidate saint son of Yaochi Holy Land】

【Realm: late stage of heaven and human realm】

【Physique: Taotie Holy Body】

【Introduction: Similar to Shen Luoli, a person from the upper world who was reborn in the lower world. During the retreat, his memory recovered and he learned his true identity. He is the young master of a powerful force in the upper world. He thinks he is the protagonist of the world, but that is indeed the case. Arrogant and arrogant personality】

【Luck: 10/10】

"System, is he the next protagonist to follow the Shizun style?"

【System prompt: No, he is a chess piece sent from the upper realm and has his own power in the lower realm. The flow of power behind the scenes】

"Then you said that the next protagonist will follow the Shizun style?"

【There is more than one protagonist, survival of the fittest, and only the one who persists to the end is the real protagonist】

"Well, more than one, just more than one."

Asking for flowers

"It’s not bad anyway, it’s just leeks."

Jun Wuhui looked indifferent.

"Jun Wuhui, do you dare to challenge me?"

"If you lose, give up your position as the Holy Son and leave Master Leng and the Holy Master!"

"how?"

"If you don't have the courage to accept challenges, then you are not worthy of being this holy son."

Long Aotian pointed at Jun Wuhui and said.

It felt like he was rushing a duck to the shelves.

"Wang Qi, with just one sentence, you want my disciple to leave me?"

"how? Who do you think your disciple is? Ancestor of Yaochi Holy Land"

"Even those old guys don't dare to let my apprentice leave my side"

"Where did your apprentice get the courage?"

Leng Qingqiu stared at the great elder and said in a cold voice.

His tone was still so cold.

Like frost. His words were still so vicious.

It made people dare not speak.

Wang Qi was already bent.

Now he is even more bent. It was fierce.

Cold sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

It fell down drop by drop.

At this time, in Wang Qi's heart,

Long Aotian was already scolded bloody

"Long Aotian, get back!"

"I'll take care of you when I go back"

"Master! I don’t accept it, Jun Wuhui is just a useless licking dog! He only has the strength of the Embryo Realm, why should he be the Holy Son?"

Long Aotian sneered.

He was full of contempt for Jun Wuhui.

"Holy Lord, my talent, strength, and character are much stronger than Jun Wuhui’s."

"I beg the Holy Lord to take back his destiny and let me be this Holy Son."

Long Aotian said energetically to Lu Xiaoyue.

He exuded a strong sense of confidence.

"Why."

Lu Xiaoyue, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.

"You are really annoyed!"

"Don't you see that I don't want to talk to you?"

"What are you pretending to be in front of me?"

Lu Xiaoyue said speechlessly.

She raised her hand.

A stream of spiritual power passed through her fingertips.

"ah!"

A scream passed through the sky.

Long Aotian's two arms were directly blown into pieces...