Dragon Prince Yuan

The arrival of the Apostle of the Six Holy Sects in the Holy City is undoubtedly the biggest topic in these heavenly cities. All the proud sons of all parties are boiling their hearts and their hopes. Everyone knows the prestige of the Six Holy Sects in the heavens and the earth. If they can enter into their practice, it is a real step to the heavens for all.

After all, the Six Holy Sects are too powerful. They are the masters of the heavens and the earth. Even this vast continent is only a remote corner in its eyes.

However, when the Six Holy Messengers came to the Holy City, they did not show up, and even in the city's main house, Xiao Tianro, the city's lord, was said to be able to see them without wanting to see them.

After all, the status of the parties is too wide a gap.

Even though it is only a messenger, it is not a city owner who can compare.

However, although the Six Holy Messengers have not appeared, this does not prevent the gradual boiling of the atmosphere in the city. At the very least, when the Messengers arrive, everyone knows that the Holy Land will approach when it opens.

Zhou Yuan did not care about the arrival of the messengers these days, because all his thoughts were devoted to learning the three source lines.

In his learning so close to sleep-forgetfulness, he gradually gained initial grip on the three source-prints he had been taught.

At this time, five days have passed since the Six Holy Messengers arrived in the Holy City.

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Pride Tower, first floor wine tower.

Zhou Yuan sat alone in front of the window, and was once again entwined by Green Roe and the left-handed green fish.

He's been immersed in those three source-prints for another day, and now he can take a break.

Having had two sips of wine in the building, Zhou Yuan shook his head unsatisfactorily and had been in contact with the young man for a long time, he also became particularly picky about the wine.

And so he thought, "Take a jade bottle out of the golden sack, all of this wine that he collected for the sake of the young, and he can taste it in secret."

So Zhou Yuan alone, that tight mood, also slowly relaxed.

These days of obsolete sleep-forgetting painstaking cultivation, in the end, is really due to the pressure of brilliance, the latter years of leadership, if simple can go beyond, it is also a little too much.

“Even though my soul is now entering the late realm of the void, there is still no chance of victory if I encounter the brilliance.” Zhou Yuan's gaze flickered slightly, of course, with the power of the silver shadow, you should be able to fight, but that's the worst case, because once the silver shadow is used, Zhou Yuan doesn't know how long he will be in a coma, and in a place like the Holy Land, a long coma is undoubtedly a suicide search.

“It seems that in that holy place, I must find an opportunity to break through the heavens.” Zhou Yuan's heart rolled over.

In Zhou Yuan's meditation room, suddenly he noticed that there was a movement next to him. He raised his head and saw a middle-aged man sitting in front of him, who was dreary and still barefoot, with a cigarette stick in his hand and a green smoke.

Looks like an old farmer just out of the field.

At this time, he stared at the jade bottle in front of Zhou Yuan and smiled. “Little boy, you have a good wine. ”

Zhou Yuan was stunned, some did not understand the path of the barefoot middle-aged man in front of him. On the latter, he did not feel much fluctuation in the source gas.

However, he was not a petty person. He looked at the look of the person's eyes and laughed, pushing the jade bottle over.

The old farmer-like man saw his face and hurried to catch it. He poured himself a glass, took a sip, and his face was intoxicated.

“Not bad, not bad. ”

“Uncle likes it, give it to you.” Zhou Yuan smiled, "he said.

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly lit up, and the beauty said: "Thank you, little boy. ”

He drank a sip of wine, picked up a cigarette stick, smoked a hard sip, suddenly the green cigarette rolled, the stinging nose burst out, making all the pride around him frown.

“Little boy, the others look at you wrong.” Dirty middle-aged men enjoy smoking green, Dao.

Zhou Yuan looked around, and the proud sons of all parties looked at him like they were looking at a dead man. He knew that was because of his grudge with the brilliant man, which had gradually spread.

In the view of these people, he is a nourishing man with such an enemy as brilliance, undoubtedly half a foot into the coffin.

“There's a rival between life and death, called Wuhuang, so they should think I'm dead.” Zhou Yuan laughed.

“Wuhuang?” Middle-aged uncle seems to have heard the same name. He looked at Zhou Yuan sympathetically and said: “Then you are really a little pitiful...”

Zhou Yuan smiled indifferently and was obviously accustomed to this reaction.

But the middle-aged man quickly came together and whispered: “And I heard some news that the messenger of the Six Holy Sects of the Holy Palace had already seen that marvellous, and was very satisfied with him. As long as the holy site stood out, he would be included in the Holy Palace and become a disciple of the Holy Palace. ”

“The Holy Palace? ”

Zhou Yuan's mind was only slightly shocked. By now, he already knew something about the so-called Six Holy Sects. The Holy Palace is said to be the most powerful of the Six Holy Sects today.

He didn't expect that the messenger of the Sacred Palace had already met with marvelous...

Zhou Yuan's eyes glistened and finally returned to calm. He stared at Uncle Dirt in front of him and said: “Uncle is on duty at the main city residence? ”

The news is unknown to others, and I'm afraid the people of the city's main house will be able to find out more.

Uncle Dirt laughed and continued drinking wine, smoking cigarettes and spraying green cigarettes. At the same time, he whispered Zhouyuan. “So, little boy, if you want revenge, this holy place is your last chance. ”

Zhou Yuan nodded, didn't say much.

“I'll take the wine. Save it.” Uncle Dirt sneered and put the jade bottle in his sleeve, smoked a cigarette stick and looked at Zhouyuan. "Little boy, tomorrow is the opening of the holy place. Someone looks after you, you have to argue. Don't behave badly then. It's a little embarrassing. ”

Zhou Yuan Yi, a little confused, the uncle seemed to have something to say in front of him, and how did he know when the Holy Land was opening?

“Who the hell are you?” Zhou Yuan frowned and asked.

Uncle Dirt did not return to him, just waved his hand, sprayed green cigarettes, barefoot, slowly walked away.

Zhou Yuan was full of doubts. Uncle Barefoot, it didn't seem as simple as he thought.

But he didn't really want to, so he sat alone for a while and got up and went back to his room.

Shortly after he returned to his room, he heard the news and shook the entire Holy City.

Holy Land, open tomorrow!

In the room, after Zhou Yuan heard this news, he also stunned. Uncle Dirt said it was true... then who is he?