Chapter 382 The saint with a beautiful appearance and a luxurious car and beautiful women were all t

The next day, the Holy Land Hall.

"Your Highness, this object is called the Ganjian. It is extremely lethal and can be called an unparalleled weapon. It is the quasi-sacred soldier who needs to be escorted this time."

Holy Lord Yin and Yang took out a sword box inlaid with precious jade and handed it to Su Changsinger respectfully.

Su Changge opened it and took a look, and suddenly a slender and sharp sword came into view. It was about three feet long, shining brightly, and the sharp blade shone with cold light, filled with sharp murderous intent.

Holy Lord Yin and Yang said again: "Your Highness, you must pay attention to safety on the road. There are many people who covet it. Although I am the master of the Holy Land, I have nothing to do with those ancient powers who cut themselves off to seal the origin and escaped the great calamity. It's not good enough..."

Su Changge naturally understood this.

If there weren't some hidden people who were eyeing this trip, there would be no need for this mission.

"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, this holy weapon will be sent to the Holy Land of Qiankun safely." Su Changge said calmly.

Huang Jiulong on the side suddenly snorted when he heard this.

"Just brag! You're just transparent, you're pretending to be big. If you meet some strong people later, your lies will be exposed immediately!" He complained disdainfully in his heart.

Holy Master Yin Yang bowed to Su Changge and said: "Then everything will be done."

At this point, he suddenly remembered something and said: "I'm ordering you to carry a heavy weapon and it's not appropriate to make a big show of it. It's best not to pay attention to the big show and try to be low-key along the way. This junior will not prepare a luxurious chariot..."

Su Changge naturally understood this.

After a series of discussions, he set off.

In front of the mountain gate, Holy Lord Yin Yang and many senior officials watched him leave.

Su Changge walked in front, while Huang Jiulong walked behind him, looking like a follower. He looked at Su Changge in front of him and cursed in his heart: "Hey, hey, if there is danger, you go first!"

Su Changge didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't bother to know.

This kind of rotten person can be called garbage, and he has no qualifications to take him seriously.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them walked tens of meters away. Behind them, Holy Master Yin Yang and everyone were still saying goodbye.

Huang Jiulong looked back at the Holy Land that was gradually disappearing, and sneered in his heart: "Finally freed, I can finally show off my power in front of transparency!"

Just do it, he is immediately ready to liberate his sexuality and regain the feeling of being in charge.

But at this moment, a large troop suddenly followed from behind. The leaders were the Saint Son of Yin Yang and the Saint Lady. Both of them were in casual clothes. Behind them were a large group of masters wearing ordinary monk uniforms. They all had the faint traces of martial god-level powerhouses on their bodies. The qi machine!

Soon, Yu Yanyu followed.

She walked up to Su Changge, with a smile as bright as a flower, and said, "Your Highness, the Holy Lord has sent me to be your follower."

Then he pointed at Zhou Jing and the masters and said, "They came here on their own initiative."

Huang Jiulong suddenly felt bad.

Nima, do I have to be your follower all the way?

Is it over yet?

Su Changge nodded and smiled: "That's fine, it would be lonely if there are fewer people. Come with me."

As he spoke, he glanced at these large troops and found that there were thirty or forty troops, each of whom was a strong Martial King.

As for the Saint and Son, the Martial Ancestor.

With so many people here, this trip will be much easier.

Zhou Jing suddenly ordered: "Who is that? Your Highness is so noble, how can you walk like us? Why don't you serve me in a big sedan chair!"

Immediately there were eight people carrying a sedan chair to wait on him.

Although this trip is not suitable for luxurious chariots, such as the white jade chariot pulled by the Fire Cloud Beast, a sedan with the same appearance as ordinary people is still acceptable.

Su Changge had never been a hypocritical person, so he just got on the sedan chair.

This sedan doesn't look big from the outside, but it's hole-in-the-wall inside. It's spacious, unique, gentle and comfortable.

"I'll go in and wait on His Highness." Yu Yanyu also entered the sedan.

Everything was ready and everyone officially set off.

Along the way, Huang Jiulong was in a terrible mood.

He was walking under the hot sun, but he was being carried in a sedan chair, which was transparent, and he really enjoyed it.

He looked at the sedan, imagining the comfort inside, and roared crazily in his heart: "Damn, that is clearly a treatment that only I can enjoy, why!"

Yu Yanyu is a saint with celestial appearance and big white legs, and all the beauties in the car and car are taken over by Transparent!

That clearly belongs to him, Huang Jiulong!

When he thought of this, Huang Jiulong was so angry that his eyes sparkled, he was extremely aggrieved, and his face was extremely ugly, as if he had eaten a dead rat!

I walked away all morning in the blink of an eye.

At noon, the curtain of the sedan suddenly opened, and a transparent sound came out.

"Huang, go and buy me some wine and meat. Yan'er wants to play the flute for me, and I want wine to cheer me up."

Huang Jiulong suddenly became angry and said angrily: "You!"

Just after he finished, he suddenly remembered the words of the sect leader, took a breath of cold air, lowered his head quickly and changed his words: "Yes, I'll go right away!"

He lifted his feet and walked away.

Soon, he came back and bought a jar of fine red and cooked beef.

When the wine and meat were handed in, it didn't take long for the sound of playing and singing to come to mind. Su Changge drank and ate meat while enjoying the beautiful sound of Yu Yanyu's flute in front of him.

Huang Jiulong's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot with envy.