Chapter 539, Little Thief...

Sure enough, you are still here

"Master, can I bring what I have obtained in this world to another parallel world?".

Wudilu is a super holy object comparable to Lingwang Yexu's weapon, the Purple Crystal Heavenly Emperor Sword.

If Fang Chen took away the record of Emperor Wu of this world.

Then Fang Chen in this world doesn't have such a super golden finger like Emperor Wulu.

But Huang Bufan noticed this scene, and was slightly taken aback for a moment;
"Record of Emperor Wu?".

He was well-informed, and sure enough, Huang Bufan recognized the black book at a glance.

Fang Chen nodded;

"This is also what I got when I was auctioned at Jianye Fengyunzhuang."

"Well, you should keep this thing.

Since you have changed history after traveling, I am afraid that some things in the future timeline will also have a slight gap."

"What's more, after you return to the future, it is impossible to have the chance to meet Emperor Wulu again."

"Fang Chen in this timeline, even if he doesn't have the trump card of Emperor Wulu, he shouldn't be much worse than you."

"According to what Ye Xu often said, everything happens because of fate."

"Since you got the Emperor Wulu in the past timeline."

"That's the fate between you and Emperor Wulu of this timeline, you don't have to keep this thing in this timeline."

Huang Bufan pondered for a moment, then gave an ambiguous answer.

The meaning is clear.

This thing, Fang Chen traveled back to the past from the future and harvested it in his hands.

In other words, it can basically be regarded as something belonging to Fang Chen in the future timeline.

There is no need to force him to leave this timeline to himself.

Fang Chen smashed his tongue;

"By the way, Master, I can use Emperor Wulu because of my practice of Yanhuang Jue, so you should be able to use it too?"

clam?
Huang Bufan was slightly taken aback.

Yan Huang Jue?

Emperor Wu recorded?
Yanhuang Jue has a close relationship with Emperor Wulu.

If you insist on connecting them together, the Emperor Wu Record is nothing more than something created by Emperor Yan and Huang.

However, the conditions for Wu Dilu's approval are extremely harsh.

If you can use Emperor Wulu after practicing Yanhuang Jue, there will be many people in China who are qualified to use Emperor Wulu from ancient times to the present.

Huang Bufan frowned, but he didn't explain;

"It doesn't work".

Hearing what Huang Bufan said, Fang Chen didn't delve into the reason.

I thought it was because the master was unwilling to compete with me for this amazing opportunity.

In fact, only Fang Chen can use Emperor Wu's record at present.

This was also noticed after a long time.

"Okay, don't you and the other Fang Chen have a wonderful plan? I'm looking forward to what will happen today."

"Go, my apprentice".

Huang Bufan patted Fang Chen's shoulder, and a cigarette burned out.

Mr.

Huang stopped talking nonsense and pushed the wheelchair towards another direction.

Fang Chen stared closely at Huang Bufan's back;

"Master...".

……

On the ancient big square, a cool figure in white clothes stood beside the Crystal Palace, with a complex expression on his face.

After Xiaoqi was brought to Jiutian Xunxian Pavilion, she, the eldest sister, never showed up.

For the past three days, Fang Miu didn't even go to find Fang Jiuran.

Because she didn't know how to speak.

Even she herself didn't know why she fell into Fang Chen's emotions, so what qualifications did she have to persuade Xiao Qi to let go.

What's more, Fang Piaomiao's impression of Murong Tian is actually just average.

"Little thief, will you come today?".

"If the thief comes, what kind of attitude should I maintain towards him?".

……

And on the other side, on the big square of Jiutian Xunxian Pavilion.

Another person sitting cross-legged in the center of thousands of disciples.

Today is undoubtedly the most anticipated.

The man was wearing a white robe with gilt embroidery, which looked a little different.

He was surrounded by figures of disciples.

Surrounding him like a moon surrounded by stars, those other disciples breathed in the same pace as him.

If someone looked down from a high altitude on this scene, they would definitely be shocked.

Thousands of people held their breath in unison.

At first glance, it's quite spectacular!
"All the eight gates are ready."

"All the twelve great families are here."

Hear the reports from his subordinates.

Murongtian couldn't help showing a smug look on his face; "Hehe, this wedding is really grand! But I'm the protagonist!".

"Fang Jiuran, you will understand that only I am your good match."

"After I take Xia Jiuran, hehe, Fairy Misty...".

Murong Tian glanced across the crowd, and looked towards the Crystal Palace not far away.

Above the palace, there is a cold white robe standing quietly, waiting for the arrival of the auspicious time.

However, it seemed that he had noticed Murong Tian's slightly strange fiery gaze.

Over there, Fang Piaomiao's gaze was projected on Murong Tian's body immediately, his cold starry eyes did not contain the slightest emotion.

Murong Tian's heart trembled, and he quickly lowered his head.

Don't dare to look around anymore.

For fear of offending this fairy's bad luck.

"Hmph, today `you` is on top, and in the future, I will let you know who is the truly unborn genius of Jiutian Xunxian Pavilion, when the time comes...".

"I will make you unable to climb high!".

While Murong Tian was yelling from the bottom of his heart, he also watched as the ring was built.

"Hmph, these damn rules are really annoying!".

Time passed slowly.

Until the noon sun was hanging overhead, many guests also took their seats.

Of course, the program is still indispensable.

First, Murong Tian led all the disciples to perform a formation of thousands of people in unison, that posture was extremely bluffing!

Crash.

Enthusiastic applause sounded immediately.

Murong Tian glanced around in satisfaction.

Then he cleared his throat and said loudly;
"Everyone, according to the rules of my Xunxian Pavilion, within a stick of incense, I can accept the challenge of any guest."

"This can also be regarded as a kind of self-proving power, proving that I have the ability to protect my wife."

"Hehe, do you have any friends who practice martial arts and want to come up to discuss it?".

This link is an essential step.

Murong Tian directly lit a stick of sandalwood, inserted it into the center of the ring, and the cool figure not far away also slowly floated down.

Fang Piaomiao didn't talk much when dealing with others, that is, when Murong Tian performed a thousand-man formation just now, he acted as the host and gave a brief introduction.

This will hold Qing Xiaojian in his arms, and stand calmly on the top of the ring.

Vaguely, in the red sedan chair next to the ring, a resentful gaze fell on him.

Fang Miu subconsciously pursed her red lips;

"Xiaoqi, if the little thief doesn't come today, then I have nothing to do..."

History has changed from here too.

Fang Piaomiao no longer deliberately emphasized the old rules, especially in the choice between the marriage contract and relatives, and more inclined to Fang Chen.

1 minutes.

2 minutes.

The time for a stick of incense is coming soon.

a moment.

Fang Piaomiao seemed to have sensed something, suddenly raised his head, and looked at the 760 six steps of the ladder to the sky.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

A burst of steady footsteps sounded unhurriedly.

Then it attracted a corner of the audience's attention.

A young man in a red robe came up.

There was a bit of indifference between his brows and eyes, and the weapon behind his back was not the same gentian silver gun as in the past.

It was the Amethyst Heavenly Emperor Sword given to him by the black-robed Fang Chen who traveled back through time.

Murong Tian felt a commotion, and looked in the direction of the ladder.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly constricted.

Anyone can feel the unnatural expression on the face of this arrogant man who is known as the most likely to become the young master of Jiutian Xunxian Pavilion.

"Fang Chen...".

The sound seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth.

Fang Chen in red was neither humble nor overbearing, his eyes fell on Murong Tian, ​​looking a little playful.

on the high platform.

An indescribably complex expression flashed across Fang Misty's cold eyes;

"Little thief...

As expected, you are still here..."

(End of this chapter)