When the young man in Mai chased him down, he suddenly found that the old man had gone away.
If it was doubtful, then it is certain now.
It must be him, the King of Wen who is also Bogu and modern in Taikoo, and he is considered to be a no-brainer.
A trigram in his hand counts all over the heavens and all worlds.
What happened to the four masters of the primeval world, and why the three of them suddenly fell, even his own father couldn't guess.
How can he, an old man, calculate He's kidding, he doesn't think so.
From the other party's casual smile, he understood that the other party had seen his identity.
His father was originally a hunter, and he suffered a lot when he was young.
If it weren't for the help of Baijiafan, he would have died a long time ago.
To wear sackcloth means not forgetting your roots.
His father was therefore one of the most popular emperors.
If he can get his assistance, then he will definitely be able to soar into the sky and crush the strongest and most mysterious son of the Yellow Emperor under his feet.
When his father was defeated in the hands of the Yellow Emperor, should he still be crushed by the son of the Yellow Emperor?
No, never.
The father's shame must be put to an end.
A figure flashed in his heart at the same time, Guo Ming, the strongest king of the younger generation, who wants not to disappoint me.
The Holy Land of the Heavenly Master.
The war between the two races, there is not much pure land in the world.
But the continent in front of him is a rare calm, full of flowers, and full of elixirs.
Graceful figures are constantly shuttling, laughing and dancing.
On the side of the road, there were more monks with a calm breath, who sat there silently, silent.
Among them, there are old people who have vicissitudes of life, elegant middle-aged scribes, and young people with strong blood, densely packed, and the space within a radius of tens of thousands of miles is almost filled with them.
The aura is high and low, there are weak monks who have only reached the heavenly extreme, and there are also terrifying old men who have chaotic a void.
A young man in a fancy costume strolled over, his speed not slowing or hurrying.
A pair of eyes were full of light, and a little perseverance was engraved on a knife-like face.
He didn't have much momentum on his body, but some powerful monks were still attracted by his qi.
He has the power of royal armor, which is not something that ordinary monks can have.
It is a kind of heritage, the inheritance of an emperor's spirit.
In the face of thousands of martial artists, the young man did not have any nervousness and crampedness, he was more like a kind of detachment, indifferent.
"Who is that man?"
many monks speculated.
Guo Ming left three volumes of the Dan Sutra, and several elders studied each other.
Cultivation soared rapidly, and soon advanced to the peak, and then looked at a higher realm to advance.
With the supreme strength, they also began to refine higher-level divine pills, they broke the second layer and released stronger powerhouses from the ancients, including even some ancient old monsters.
This is also the reason why the number of monks in the Holy Land of the Heavenly Master has increased dramatically.
An old man with a broken arm flashed a flash of brilliance in his eyes, and then he became cold, and said coldly: "Except for the heir of the Yellow Emperor, who else can have such a strong demonic aura" "Haha, old monster, you still have a grudge against the Yellow Emperor, and the Yellow Emperor killed you back then, also because you were too arrogant," another gray-bearded old man laughed.
"You're no better than me, you're not suppressed by the Emperor of Heaven," the one-armed old monster said.
"You."
The gray-bearded old man was visibly scarred, annoyed and angry.
"I said okay, let's not fight each other, what a big person, that's not interesting.
What do you say the son of the Yellow Emperor is doing here?"
another middle-aged scribe touched his three-inch beard and said with a smile.
The two old men looked at the middle-aged scribe and snorted angrily.
"Hey, you're still smart, the two wise men in the world, one is the King of Wen who has nothing to miss, and the other is a ghost who has exhausted all the organs.
You kid actually laid out the chess game early.
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I'm afraid we will have to be taken care of by you in the future," the one-armed old man looked at the middle-aged scribe and sighed.
"I'm afraid that incarnation of yours has collected almost the same information, who can be the master of this world," the gray-bearded old man's voice suddenly lowered.
The middle-aged scribe narrowed his eyes, a look of inscrutable expression on his face, and laughed.
He suddenly remembered a figure in his mind, that young man was seriously injured back then, and his doppelganger wanted to give him a divination, wanting to forcibly detect his soul, who would have thought that the kid's spiritual power was too strong, and he didn't succeed for a while.
For so many years, watching him come step by step, from an unknown powerhouse to a well-known master in the world, the middle-aged scribe had already had his own plans.
"Back then, I only left a doppelganger with a bad move, but he King Wen was safe and sound.
This time, I'm going to see which of us has a unique vision," the middle-aged scribe snorted coldly in his heart, but a lewd smile appeared on his face.
The two old men looked at the middle-aged scribe with that expression, and immediately shook their heads.
"That guy must be thinking about the Yin Man," said the one-armed old monster.
"You can still say anything you can think of with your toes."
The gray-bearded old man said disdainfully.
"I said that the whirlwind monster, you deliberately found fault, right?"
the one-armed old monster was not happy, I really be a grandfather, I am a good man and a woman "Okay, if I'm not mistaken, that kid should go find Huixin."
The whirlwind monster said seriously.
"He shouldn't hit that girl's attention, that girl, I think it's good, I can't cheapen the people of his Xuanyuan family."
The one-armed old monster also had a sinking face, and he was right.
"Everything is fate, why do you bother with this idleness" I don't know when, the middle-aged scribe opened his eyes and said with a light smile: "Huixin's girl has her own great luck, and her future achievements may not be comparable even to the Xuanyuan family."
She will prove to everyone that heritage is not everything, talent is the only thing. ” The two old monsters' eyes lit up, and then they nodded.
Although the ghost talent has a bad reputation, his words are not taken lightly by anyone.
"Could it be that this girl is a child of fate," the one-armed old monster tentatively asked.
"Haha, you don't know the son of fate, and I don't know.
However, I can tell you that the Son of Fate will eventually break through to the immortal level and become the strongest.
The middle-aged scribe laughed, his figure flashed, and he disappeared directly in place.
In the bamboo forest, the sound of the piano is faint.
A girl in white sat upright, quietly playing a neon dress.
Outside the bamboo forest, the young man in Chinese clothes stopped his steps, slowly closed his eyes, and savored the ancient music
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