God Emperor of Sword Domain

Chapter 993

"Who wants to hit ten? Let me take a good look."

A string of slightly thick female voices came, and along with the voices, a demon woman with rings and rings walked into the hall.

The demons in the main hall stood up and saluted one after another: "Meet Princess Yazheng."

Ye Xuan turned his head to look, and saw that this Princess Yazheng was very beautiful, very in line with human aesthetics, and there was a sense of wildness in her appearance.

Ye Xuan didn't know what the sky monsters in the ancient times looked like, but the sky monsters he saw now were very polarized.

Inferior celestial demons usually look hideous and ugly, while celestial demon nobles are handsome in appearance.

The higher the nobles, the more they tend to be human aesthetics.

Ye Xuan sometimes suspects that those low-level sky monsters are the pure blood of the ancient sky monsters, and the appearance of the sky monster nobles has been assimilated by the human race.

However, when looking at the statue of the Undead Demon Emperor, I found that the face of the Undead Demon Emperor is indeed not as hideous and ugly as the inferior sky demon, but the bony protrusions on the forehead and the corners of the eyes are more protruding than ordinary sky demon nobles.

Of course, the reason why the statue of the Immortal Demon Emperor became like this could not be ruled out that in order to maintain the rule, the upper nobles of the Ancient Sky Demon Kingdom forcibly changed the face of the Immortal Demon Emperor to this.

After all, the sky demon clan respects bloodlines very much. If the sky demon nobles don't look like the undead demon king, how can they maintain the noble bloodline?

"Jiumei, why are you here?" Prince Kui Long asked aloud.

Princess Yazheng walked into the main hall, glanced at Ye Xuan and the two, and said with a proud smile: "I heard that there are living people in the ancient capital of town and prison, hurry up and take a look, I haven't seen a living person yet."

In the ancient kingdom of Heavenly Demon, slaves were not considered human beings, and they were dressed in rags. They were indeed different from "living people" wearing green shirts and robes.

Just as Princess Yazheng was speaking.

A man knelt down outside the hall to beg to see him, and Prince Kui Long raised his hand to let him in.

When Ye Xuan saw it, he was immediately overjoyed. This person is obviously Wen Rence.

It was he who once worked as a strategist in Wangbei City, and later betrayed the Longyuan Army and took refuge in the Heaven-Fighting Demon King.

After the death of the demon king Fatian, he moved to the ancient capital of town and prison, and then joined the command of the demon king Yan Mo.

Only a scheming demon king like Yan Mo Yaowang would take in a human race. If it was another demon king, he would probably be smashed into mud with a palm.

I don't know what words to use to describe that humiliating appearance of Wen Renqi walking into the hall with his waist bowed like a shrimp.

Ye Xuan pointed at Wen Rence, and said, "Isn't he alive?"

Princess Yazheng looked back at Wen Rence, and asked, "Isn't he a dog?"

For a moment, Ye Xuan felt that what the princess of the Sky Demon Clan said made sense. He didn't know what words to use to describe Wen Rence's groveling appearance just now, but now he has it, it's a "dog".

However, being able to survive on the territory of the Sky Monster Clan until now is also considered a skill.

Wen Rence was said to be a dog, so he didn't react at all. He continued to walk to the center of the hall, bowed down, and said, "The villain pays homage to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"What are you doing here?" Prince Kui Long asked in a cold tone.

"The villain heard that an envoy from the race came to negotiate peace. The villain thinks he is most familiar with these lowly ants, so he should be able to help His Highness." Wen Rence replied.

Crown Prince Kuilong of Yan Mo Yao Dynasty nodded slightly.

Prince Kui Long raised his hand and said, "Then sit down."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Wen Rence immediately retreated to the rearmost seat and sat down.

Princess Yazheng, holding a long whip, walked back and forth in front of Ye Xuan and the two of them, as if looking at two strange creatures.

After a while, she pointed at Ye Xuan and asked, "What's your name?"

"Evan."

Ye Xuan uttered this powerful-sounding name again, with a calm expression and calm eyes.

"Ye Fan? I've only heard of Ye Xuan, what's your relationship with that person?" Princess Yazheng asked again.

Ye Xuan heard his real name again, subconsciously glanced at Prince Kuilong, and immediately saw his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

Sure enough, it is estimated that the shadow area in this idiot's heart is already infinite, and it is hopeless.

Ye Xuan turned back to look at Princess Yazheng, smiled and said, "I do have something to do with that person."

As soon as these words came out, Prince Kuilong asked with a dark look: "What is your relationship with Ye Xuan? Tell me!"

"Me and his family. Isn't that obvious?" Ye Xuan grinned.

"That's all?" Prince Kuilong narrowed his eyes and continued to ask.

"Of course it's more than that. I've seen him before. About ten years ago, a kid went to a blacksmith's shop to buy a weapon. He took out all the lucky money and said he wanted to buy a pair of boxing gloves. The peerless powerhouse of the mountains and rivers..."

"The owner of the blacksmith quickly wrapped him a pair of Vajra Gloves. I was right there at the time, and I saw that I was a brat. How could I practice boxing at such a young age? How did I become so violent when I grew up? My backhand I stuffed my broken sword into his cloth bag, and took away the pair of Vajra Gloves. Later, I heard that he had no choice but to practice swords, and I heard that he practiced well."

Ye Xuan told this story mainly because he wanted to condemn the bastard who took away his Vajra Gloves back then.

However, after hearing this story, Prince Kui Long almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Prince Kui Long roared in his heart: It's you!It's you!If it wasn't for you, that damned Ye Xuan wouldn't know how to practice swords, and wouldn't practice to such a terrifying level!

The Heavenly Demon generals present looked at each other in blank dismay, each of them was thinking: Is this how the human race's god-killing swordsmanship was practiced?

Ming Huang's eyes widened, and he looked over with unbelievable eyes. The meaning in those eyes was obviously saying: Can you talk a little more?

Ye Xuan returned him with a very serious smile: I didn't lie, there was indeed a bastard who stuffed a broken sword into my bag back then, and took away my Vajra Knuckles.

After hearing this story, Princess Yazheng became even more curious: "So, you are that Ye Xuan's guide?"

Ye Xuan nodded seriously: "Of course, if it weren't for me, that guy wouldn't be as strong as he is today. However, compared to me, he's still not as good as he is."

"You are interesting. I have never seen such an arrogant human race." Princess Yazheng smiled lightly.

Ye Xuan shook his finger and corrected: "This is not arrogance, but self-confidence."

"But seeing your cultivation at the first level of the Martial Saint Realm, you don't seem to be qualified to be confident." Princess Yazheng pulled a mocking smile on the corner of her mouth, and continued, "When I came in just now, you said You need to fight ten. I can find ten wrestlers here now, if you can't win, I will let you know the consequences of bragging in front of me!"

Ye Xuan was calm and composed, and said with a faint smile: "Just call me over, and I'll show you what is called the Eighteen Falling Skills of Zhanyi."

(End of this chapter)