They have thought that after Yang Mucheng chooses Gu Nanxi, several of the strongest people in the same company will inevitably be unceremoniously ridiculed and ridiculed.

After all.

Thirty years ago, something like this happened.

Because, Gu Nanxi's strength is not too strong, and choosing her is equivalent to choosing a burden. You don't see, Zhao Yangxie and Lin Lao Mo are all looking for those people with high strength as their slaves. But, in fact, it's quite the opposite.

After Yang Mucheng chose Gu Nanxi, instead of showing the slightest ridicule and ridicule, everyone looked congratulatory.

"Have you noticed that the eyes of the strongest people looking at that kid are actually fearful, even flattering? It's like trying to please him!"

"How so?"

"Could it be that this kid is much more powerful than others?"

Originally.

Some of the outer disciples who were about to leave suddenly came to their senses again, and stood in place one by one, waiting for Yang Mucheng to continue to select slaves.

"Master, this kid is ......"

Behind Zhao Yang's evil body, a young man who was selected to be a slave couldn't help it and asked in a low voice.

However.

Before his words fell, Zhao Yang's evil eyes narrowed, and the murderous intent flashed in his eyes:

"Watch your words!"

"He is Emperor Yang of the Great Qian Dynasty, if you dare to be disrespectful to him, if you don't want him to do anything, I will kill you first!"

The boy was startled and did not dare to speak.

The rest of the people reacted at this time, it turned out that this young man who had always smiled and didn't speak was the most powerful person on this batch of Suoling ferries!

"The host ......"

Gu Nanxi took the elixirs, magic weapons, and weapons given to her by the strongest people, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

"Don't call me master! These things, since they were given to you by other seniors, you can accept them. Yang Mucheng said lightly.

Yang Mucheng naturally knew that these were several other supreme powerhouses who came to curry favor with him.

What they took out, Yang Mucheng naturally didn't like it. Rather than take it out and embarrass it, it is better to give it to Gu Nanxi. In the future, if there is a friction between one accidentally and Yang Mucheng, and there are a few beautiful words from Gu Nanxi, they may be able to avoid death.

"Let's go, take me around this Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect. ”

Yang Mucheng put his hands behind his back.

"The host...... Saint, aren't you going to take in any more slaves?" Gu Nanxi hurriedly asked when he saw that Yang Mucheng was leaving.

Yang Mucheng shook his head, glanced at the outer disciples who were waiting in the square, shook his head and said, "A bunch of waste, what do I do when I collect it?"

Under the square.

Many outer disciples saw that many of the strongest people had a respectful and respectful attitude towards Yang Mucheng, and they were also giving Gu Nanxi elixir and magic weapons. Only then did I understand that this inconspicuous teenager turned out to be a ruthless character who was hidden deeply.

So, they all stopped, waiting for Yang Mucheng's selection.

Can be instantaneous.

Yang Mucheng's words - 'just a bunch of waste' completely pierced their hearts.

"What do you say? Who do you say is trash?"

A young man from the Xuanhai Grandmaster roared angrily.

"That's right, although our cultivation is not high, but it's not something you can laugh at at will!

"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi. Don't look at your arrogance today, maybe you will be trampled under our feet in the future!"

Almost instantaneously.

The square seemed to explode into a pot, and one by one they were not convinced and raised their arms and shouted.

"Huh?"

Yang Mucheng raised his eyebrows.

There was a hint of anger in his eyes, he was just telling the truth. In this world, there is such a group of people who hold a posture of 'I am weak and I am reasonable, you should let me'. If any of the elders of the Sword Sect said this about them, these people would definitely not dare to be so presumptuous.

The reason why these outer disciples are in such a posture is that they just think that Yang Mucheng is just a newcomer to the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect. As everyone knows, the entire martial arts world is so cruel - the strong are respected!

And Yang Mucheng is qualified to speak like this!

Just like when humans face ants, is it necessary to consider the feelings of ants?

"Old Demon Yang is going to be angry!"

Zhao Yang's evil teeth couldn't help but tremble.

"These people really don't know Emperor Yang's character......"

Old Demon Lin shook his head secretly.

Facing the crowd of people, Yang Mucheng just snorted coldly:

"Get on your knees!"

"Who do you make to kneel?"

Tens of thousands of outer disciples couldn't believe their ears.

"I said, let you ......"

"Kneel!"

In the last two words, Yang Mucheng added internal strength. Many outer disciples only felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded in their ears, shocking them with qi and blood, and they could hardly stand. At the same time, a terrifying coercion that seemed to surge down from above the nine heavens was crushed madly.

This coercion could not be touched or seen, but at this moment, it seemed to condense into substance, smashing down like a mountain, and shaking everyone heavily.

Bang!

Almost instantly, these more than 10,000 people seemed to have made an appointment, and their knees were weak, and they knelt on the ground in unison, like good men and women on pilgrimage, their heads were on the ground, and they looked extremely pious.

And Yang Mucheng, as if he had only done a trivial thing, put his hands behind his back, and said lightly:

"Gu Nanxi, take me around in this Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect!"

"Yes!"

When Gu Nanxi saw the worship of these 10,000 people, he almost regarded Yang Mucheng as a god, and his heart became more and more excited.

......

Yang Mucheng and Gu Nanxi slowly left the square.

Leaving Lin Laomo, Zhao Yangxie and other stunned powerhouses.

"Who is this kid?"

Beigong Jian looked at Yang Mucheng's distant back, and then looked at the outer disciples who were shocked by his coercion and oppressed Qi Qi who knelt on the ground, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva. "That's tens of thousands of people, and all of them are warriors. Although I am in the late stage of Jindan, I can also achieve this kind of posture that makes people worship, but it is definitely not as easy as him!"

"It's only been a hundred and twenty years since I left Hao Tianzhou, where did this kid come from?"

Beigong Jian looked at Zhao Yangxie and hurriedly said, "You and this kid came all the way in the same boat, you must know his details!"

Zhao Yangxie nodded:

"His name is Yang Mucheng, and he is the emperor of the Daqian Dynasty. Hao Tianzhou's people, many people call him Emperor Yang, but more people call him Yang Old Devil......"

"Who is his master?" Beigong Jian hurriedly asked.

"He doesn't have a master......" Zhao Yangxie shook his head.

Beigong Jian shouted: "Impossible, such a powerful character, it is absolutely impossible to appear out of thin air." Otherwise, I wouldn't have heard of this kid at all!"

Zhao Yangxie glanced at Beigong Jian and said with a wry smile:

"Naturally, you haven't heard of him, Yang Lao Mo rose in the mortal world......"

Beigong Jian was struck by lightning for a while, and his eyes were about to bulge out. It wasn't until a moment later that he muttered, "He actually rose from the mortal realm......"

(End of chapter)