The black demonic energy rotated in the air, as if it turned into a black dragon, jumped into the arm of the young master of the Fantasy World, and devoured towards the leader of the Tianxuan Sect.

At this moment, the space around was shaking wildly, and even the stone pillars around the arena were shaking.

It was just a black demonic energy, but for a moment, the whole world seemed to be in darkness. The space where the arena was located became pitch black due to this black energy.

A brutal, extremely violent aura bombarded the leader of the Tianxuan Sect.

In front of the leader of the Tianfei Sect, the inscription on the black turtle was instantly swallowed and disappeared under the evil aura of the black dragon.

The black dragon's demonic energy rushed into the body of the Tianfei Sect like a sea dragon.

The turtle shell on the body of the Tianfei Sect Master was shattered, and his whole body flew backwards uncontrollably toward the rear. The position of his chest was even more bloody and bloody, and his exposed sternum could be vaguely seen.

The body of the Tianfa Sect Master trembled suddenly, and his body was still in the air. He had already opened his mouth and spewed out a large mouthful of red blood.

Before he could land, his legs stepped into the air and his body flew out quickly.

Young Master Fantasy, this time he was fooled.

If I had learned all the skills of the Four Saints, instead of just like now, the one who was defeated in this battle would only be the Young Master of the Fantasy World!

"This... the leader of the Tianzhu Sect escaped!"

"The final outcome is like this!"

"Young Master Fantasy World has such a strange method!"

For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on the young master of the Fantasy World.

"It's interesting, it's really interesting. This behind-the-scene conference will be exciting that hasn't been seen in a century." Suddenly, an old voice sounded.

The sound was not loud, but somehow everyone looked in the same direction.

An old man in gray clothes, who was slightly hunched over and dressed in ordinary household servants, appeared in everyone's sight.

The old man was obviously very old and his face was covered with wrinkles.

After seeing the old man clearly, King Xiaoyao and King Linbing saw the old man's appearance, they raised their hands at the same time and bowed respectfully to the old man.

"Old Yuan."

"Mr. Yuan."

The voices of the two of them were heard, but everyone around was shocked.

These two people are extremely terrifying, but when they see this old man who looks like a servant, how respectful?

Who is this old man?

Even if you are a king, it is impossible for the two of you to be so respectful.

The old man waved his hand slightly in the direction of the two, then smiled slightly, "The cultivation of both of them has improved a lot, I am afraid that it is not far from the breakthrough. I just came to see the prince. Now that the competition has ended, I will take a step first."

After saying that, the old man did not stop and turned around and walked out. In just one step, his figure had disappeared from a distance.

Everyone came to their senses when they saw this. Suddenly, a few screams of exclamations came from the crowd.

"He...he is the personal slave of Prince Yuan, the Seven-Star Prince!"

"It's him, no wonder!"

"It was him, the one who was said to have grown up with Prince Yuan's father since childhood, and then became Prince Yuan's slave."

"Although he is a slave, his cultivation level is unknown!"

Zheng Shiyi listened to everyone's exclamation and looked back at Princess Fanyao beside him. She was just a slave of a prince, and she had such a status.

Even King Xiaoyao and King Linbing are so respectful. What if the prince came in person?

That Prince Yuan is still the Seven-Star Prince, but Princess Fanyao's father is the highest nine-Star Prince.

The young master of Fantasy ignored the noisy people around him. After taking a few pills from the ring, he pulled his arm and jumped off the ring, landed in front of Zheng Shiyi, and smiled and said, "Junior Brother Shiyi, thanks to the treasure you gave him this time, otherwise, although I could win, I would suffer a lot of injuries."

"You can win, senior brother, you said, you don't have to be polite between you and me." Zheng Shiyi said, but his eyes fell on the injured arm of Young Master Huanshi and his still pale face. He asked with concern: "I wonder if your injury will affect the Heavenly Punishment Sect Master's participation in the Divine Marquis Conference."

"Although this injury is severe, it will not affect the Divine Marquis Conference. However, if there is no thing sent by my junior brother, I have not made any breakthrough. I am afraid that today's injury will affect the Divine Marquis Conference."

The young master of Fantasy World smiled generously and said, "Let's go, let's have a few drinks together. It's also my senior brother's thank you for your baby."

"Drinking? How can I not call me when I drink?" Peng Junyue walked out from the side, ignored the almost murderous gaze of the people around him, and looked at the young master of Fantasy and shouted: "I just took up the banker, but I have made a lot of money because of Fantasy and Young Master of Fantasy and I have invited this meal."

In the distance, above the tower, the old man looked at the direction of the arena and sighed: "It's really a talented person in the country who has emerged... People like Fantasy World and Tianfei can win the position of the Divine Marquis at the previous years. There have been several Divine Marquis Conferences, but such figures have never appeared.

But this time, the Divine Marquis Conference had not yet begun, but such talents had appeared, and two of them appeared at once. These two men did not display their martial souls from beginning to end.

nature……"

The old man turned around and looked at the young man behind him, and said with a look of relief: "They are not necessarily the most genius at this Gods Conference."

The young man smiled softly, but replied, "I just don't know when I can reach the realm of a great master like you."

Although the young master Huanshi was almost broken and suffered considerable injuries, he only recovered slightly and soon followed Zheng Shiyi, Princess Fanyao, Peng Junyue and a fox to Piaoxiangju, a famous restaurant in the city.

But after a few people walked a few steps, many masters from the imperial capital came to congratulate him.

It was originally a gathering between several people, but it turned into a celebration banquet.

The news that the young master of the Fantasy World fought against the leader of the Tianxuan Sect quickly spread throughout the imperial capital.

Walking on the streets and alleys of the imperial capital, you can hear everyone's amazement at the battle and their strengths everywhere, especially the Young Master of Fantasy.

Even after it was passed, the version became exaggerated.

"With that young master of the Fantasy World, the whole world is illusory."

"Young Master Fantasy World fights with the Tianfa Sect Master, destroying the entire arena. I heard that even the formation of the arena is shattered."

"Some people say that Young Master Fantasy is the first genius of his younger generation this year."

Zheng Shiyi listened to the sounds coming from all over the world, looked up at the young master of Fantasy: "Senior Brother Fantasy, you are now the first person in the younger generation."

The young master of Fantasy shook his head helplessly, but looked at Zheng Shiyi with a smile but didn't reply.

Zheng Shiyi joked with Master Huanshi, turned his head and looked at Peng Junyue curiously and asked, "By the way, why have you come to the capital? Do you also want to attend the Divine Marquis Conference?"

He could feel that Peng Junyue was much stronger than before, but if he wanted to have more positions as the Divine Marquis, there would be no possibility.

Peng Junyue looked at the three of them with a proper look and said, "The Gods and Marquis Conference, how can I open a village without such a grand conference? As for the conference...

Of course, I want to participate, Fatty.”

Peng Junyue said, laughing, showing a despicable smile, and said with a slight smile: "No matter how powerful martial arts are, they are flawed, and no matter how strict the ring rules are, there are loopholes to be exploited.

My purpose is not to attend the God Marquis Conference to get the final position of God Marquis. I am here to help improve the rules.

Speaking of which, His Majesty the Emperor should give me a reward. After all, I did a good job and helped to improve the rules, didn’t I?”

Zheng Shiyi was instantly convinced. This kid obviously wanted to cheat on the ring again, but he could still say that he was so open and righteous. It was really unwilling to be a person who was shameless to such an extent.

The young master of Fantasy laughed out loud and took the initiative to pick up the wine glass and headed towards Peng Junyue. Although he had never spoken, his appreciation for Peng Junyue was already expressed in his actions.

Princess Fanyao looked at Peng Junyue curiously, then raised her wine glass and toasted to the young master of the Fantasy world and said, "Young Master of the Fantasy world will shock the imperial capital today. Especially your illusion, it is even more unpredictable.

Speaking of which, I have a secret technique about illusion. It is said that it is part of the experience of the illusion master."

"Phantom Lord?" Peng Junyue immediately exclaimed and looked at the young master of the fantasy world with envy and said, "Phantom Lord, that is a powerful existence 27,000 years ago, and an existence that once became a saint!"

The young master of Fantasy nodded slightly, looked at Princess Fanyao and said, "Thank you, Princess. For more than 27,000 years, I don't know how many geniuses were born and how many dynasties had been experienced.

Many geniuses, even emperors of some dynasties, have not even left their names in this long river of history. The practice of the Illusion Lord can still be passed down, and there must be something unique.

For more than 20,000 years, I don’t know how many people have practiced illusion, and I don’t know how many schools of illusion have been born.

I want to see what the illusion from more than 27,000 years ago is like. If the princess has time, she will be able to return to the residence of the fantasy world."

Although Young Master Huanshi thanked him, he did not show that flattery on his face, nor did he show too much enthusiasm, nor did he ask to watch it on the spot, and he still looked calm.

"This is no problem. Speaking of which, you are still waiting for a leisurely life." Princess Fanyao looked at the young master of Fantasy with a calm face, and showed an envy on his delicate face, and said self-deprecatingly: "Like me, I seem to be the princess, with a prominent identity, but I don't have any freedom at all, just like the bird in a cage."

Peng Junyue asked in confusion: "Why do the princess say that? You are the princess, who can keep the princess?"

"It's not detained, but it's almost the same." Princess Fanyao looked at Zheng Shiyi and said, "He knows this."
Chapter completed!