After the preaching was over in an hour, Yang Sanyang's Buddha light was converging. Fuxi seemed to think, and a little bit of the innate Bagua appeared in his eyes. The eighth prince, who was fascinated by hearing it, was stunned and asked subconsciously: "Why don't you talk?"

Then he swept over Yang Sanyang's eyes that were smiling, his eyes suddenly became cold, his head shifted, and he raised his head proudly, refusing to speak.

Yang Sanyang smiled and showed a strange smile. He did not take the arrogance and rudeness of the Eighth Prince seriously. He slowly stood up and walked towards the flowerbed swayingly, continuing to organize the Ganoderma lucidum grass in the flowerbed.

Looking at Yang Sanyang's back, the Eighth Prince's eyes became extremely complicated, and there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes. It took a long time to sigh: "It shouldn't be!"

It's really not!

That shouldn't be the case!

"How could the other party just have the cultivation of a celestial immortal? Even if I can only understand it, the great way is so profound, mysterious, and fascinating... It is not something he can preach. Even if the father or the demon ancestor, I am afraid it will be..." Then the eighth prince suddenly restrained his mind: "Impossible! What kind of cultivation is the father? What kind of realm? How can he be compared with a barbarian? He is just a celestial immortal, and dares to compete with his father, or even surpass his father? What's more, the demon ancestor?"

"Impossible! Impossible! It must be because I am thinking too much! It must be because I am thinking too much!" The eighth prince comforted himself, a touch of solemnity appeared in his eyes, and he was still a little disbelief.

He even subconsciously ignored that he was a giant in the realm of the Golden Immortal. How could he get confused when he heard a mere Golden Immortal preaching the Great Way and give birth to such a great feeling?

Because he couldn't believe it! He didn't believe it at all. How could a mere barbarian preach to himself?

Why?

Why does the other party have such ability?

But in that hour before, the great way I gained was firmly imprinted in the soul and could not be done in fake ones.

Various thoughts flowed in his mind, constantly sensing what he had learned before, and his heart was a little complicated. He hoped that the memories in his soul were hallucinations, and that the gains of preaching were real.

In just one hour, I was better than my five hundred years of comprehending the great way of heaven and earth. What a terrible harvest?

Unbelievable!

Can't believe it!

He hoped that his previous gains were real. After all, he had been comprehending the laws of heaven for five hundred years, and he could say that it was long or short.

But he hoped it was fake!

What virtue does he have? He can surpass his father, or even better than the demon ancestor?

As the legitimate son of the Ancestral Dragon, he has the right to go to the Demon Ancestor to listen to the sermon. Although he couldn't believe it, his intuition told him that this person's preaching was even worse than that of the Demon Ancestor.

As for who is better, he can't tell!

Just like a primary school student, if you ask him to listen to a university professor or a middle school teacher, can you tell who is at a higher level and who is at a lower level?

No!

I can only say that whoever said it well may notice it!

Yang Sanyang left, and the eighth prince sat there with a tangled expression on his face, staring at Fuxi with big eyes, and both of them remained silent.

About an hour later, the Eighth Prince couldn't help but ask, "Does he always preach like this on weekdays? Is it so profound?"

Fuxi was stunned when he heard this, his eyes were full of confusion: "Unfathomable? Is there any?"

"..." The Eighth Prince was speechless when he heard this, and all the things he wanted to say were blocked back.

What else can he say?

"Senior brother preaches on weekdays, is this the case? Is there any problem?" Fuxi stared at the Eighth Prince with his innocent big eyes.

"It's like this on weekdays? I'm often preaching?" The eighth prince was a little unbelievable.

Just like the shock of the lower-class farmers in ancient times when they heard that the emperor wanted to eat steamed buns every day!

What shocked him was that the emperor could actually eat steamed buns every day! Instead of saying that the emperor had seven plates and eight bowls every day, because that was beyond his imagination.

"I hear my senior brother preaching on weekdays, and that's all. What's the point of making a fuss? "Fuxi looks like you are "fussy" and "rare and weird" country bumpkin. What else can the eighth prince say?

Can't say anything!

Fuxi glanced at the Eighth Prince with contempt, then turned around and left, leaving the Eighth Prince sitting there, and began to fall into self-questioning doubts about life.

Are all monks from outside so powerful?

Any celestial immortal can capture the golden immortal? Any wild celestial immortal who preaches is even more profound than the true god of Daluo?

Do I no longer know the world, or is this era really changing? I can no longer keep up with the trend?

Is the outside world really getting so fast?

The Eighth Prince not only doubted life, but also began to doubt the world.

"Perhaps, being plundered here may not be a bad thing. This person has a deep Taoist practice. If he can preach to me day and night, it will be a great blessing! How much will my Taoist practice increase?" The Eighth Prince turned his head and touched the golden hoop on his head: "It's just this thing, but it's not a worry-free thing."

"Is Daoyuan really dead?" Yang Sanyang stood in the flowerbed not far away, suddenly spoke, awakening the eighth prince in his contemplation.

The eighth prince lowered his head: "You can't believe it yourself."

"She said that if the flowers bloom in the sycamore tree, she will come back!" Yang Sanyang was depressed: "He will not lie to me, nor will he miss the appointment."

"She will come back when the sycamore tree blooms!" Yang Sanyang murmured in a low voice.

The Eighth Prince said silently, will the sycamore tree bloom?

How can you not tease me?

The innate sycamore tree has lived for billions of years, and has never heard of it blooming!

The Eighth Prince said silently, for fear of irritating him, so he did not dare to say that Daoyuan's death had a lot to do with him.

If you can, don’t say it, after all, no one will dislike their longevity!

"As long as I haven't seen her body for a day, I don't believe that she is dead! With my blessing, how could she die easily?" Yang Sanyang didn't believe it.

"How did you understand such a profound avenue? How did you preach it?" The Eighth Prince decided to change the topic.

"Are you so advanced?" Yang Sanyang raised his eyebrows: "It's normal!"

The Eighth Prince is speechless!

What else can he say?

What else can I say?

He decided not to talk to Yang Sanyang, so as not to be angry to death!

Since he was tortured that day, the Eighth Prince has become honest. Not only has he become honest, but he is also energetic. He is busy working in the mountains of Yujing all day, taking care of Ganoderma lucidum grass. He is so attentive that Fuxi is terrified and staring at the loach all day long, afraid that he will cause some trouble, and accidentally cause big trouble for himself.

Fuxi seemed to have a deeper understanding of the innate Bagua. A trace of mysterious origin has begun to be nurtured in his body, and the energy gradually condenses into a ball.

Yang Sanyang was weeding Ganoderma lucidum. The eighth prince was circling around Yang Sanyang, diligently exerting his magical powers and watering the plants. Looking at Yang Sanyang's unscathing face on the side, the eighth prince said with a flattering voice: "Master Tao, when will the golden hoop be removed for me?"

The taste of the golden hoop penetrates deep into the bone marrow and soul, and he never wants to bear it once.

As for the issue of dignity, the dragon clan naturally has dignity, but it is only relative to the weak. If the dragon clan faces the strong, the dragon clan still maintains the toughness of dying and never surrendering, and the ancestor dragon would not surrender under the command of the demon ancestor for billions of years.

The dragon can be big or small, it can fly into the nine heavens, the galaxy river, and it can also hide into the mountains, rivers, and it can be used as plants, trees, fish, shrimps, birds, beasts, insects and fish.

Only when you can bend and stretch, big and small, will you become a dragon!

A hero does not suffer any loss in front of him. Even if he really bows his head at this time, it is definitely not a shameful thing.

Later, I went to the Golden Hoop and thought of a way to capture it back to the East China Sea and preached to myself day and night. At that time, my Taoist practices will increase rapidly, and my brothers will be suppressed by me. At that time, the dragon clan will be his own world, and the dragon clan will also belong to me in the future.

If this person can preach to himself day and night, his Taoism will increase to an incredible level. As long as his cultivation level is improved, will his status still rise?

"I don't know why the main cultivation level is so low, but why the laws of heaven and earth he has comprehended are so profound..." The eighth prince ran over diligently and watered the immortal grass Ganoderma lucidum for Yang Sanyang.

"I know what you want to say, and I know what you plan in your heart!" Yang Sanyang glanced at the Eighth Prince, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "As you wish, I can preach to you, and it is not impossible to remove the golden hoop on your head."

"I don't know what the Lord has to ask?" The Eighth Prince's heart suddenly moved.

"I can preach to you for an hour every day until you break through the Taiyi realm and be on par with the Third Prince. I can even get rid of the golden hoop for you, but if you succeed in your studies in the future, you still need to respect my talisman. If you hold real power in the world in another year, you need to respect my Yujing Mountain Law and I will not violate it!" Yang Sanyang casually pruned the flowers and plants, and then said slowly.

His movements were too calm and his tone was too contemptuous, making people unable to guess what they were thinking.

When the Eighth Prince's eyes stagnated when he heard this, he felt a little hesitant.

This seems to be a bit expensive!

If I can escape from here, I may not be able to remove the constraints with countless methods of the dragon clan's noble masters.

"Of course, although you give more, you get more." Yang Sanyang did not look back, but seemed to know what the other party was thinking: "I have some friendship with all the saints, and I can promise you that I will ask the saint to take action for you in the future."

Yang Sanyang sacrificed his own weapon of killing!

"What!" The eighth prince trembled when he heard this, and his eyes were filled with horror: "Sage? Are there any connections between Yujing Mountain and the saint?"

"That's right!" Yang Sanyang said slowly.

The eighth prince's body trembled and his voice trembled: "The Taoist Lord said before, please ask the saint to attack me once? Xiaolong heard it wrong, right?"
Chapter completed!