He felt the coldness in his neck.

There was endless speechlessness on his face.

"Old man, we have something to say, you have said that it is not good to fight and kill in the age of harmony."

The strange old man nodded his head.

"You said it well."

Looking at the old man, Dao Tianjun did not have a little looseness, because he felt that the stone knife was closer.

The strange old man shook his head, "But the little guy I said one in my life, said two is two, I don't hide anything from you, I accept you as a grandson only because I have no children on my knees, and my wife wants a son."

The strange old man looked at the sky.

He glanced at the sky and said, "I am satisfied with your talent."

“Why don’t you find a son?”

God’s eyebrows are light.

"Hey, you still want to be that generation of people at your age, I'm afraid, I'm afraid some people won't want to, when you are suppressed, you have to wipe my ass for you."The old man’s eyebrows are light.

As the saying goes, the sky is fading.

He did not take that into account.

If this wonderful old man belongs to the next generation, I am afraid that cultivation is also a terror, and it is not something that God can deal with.

"I can grant your proposal."After thinking about it, the sky spoke lightly.

Although this strange old man is strange, but its cultivation is beyond doubt, absolute contrarian, becoming his "genuine" does not seem to be an unacceptable difficulty.

I said, Dao Tianjun, "But I have a request, I need free space, if the older generation bullies me, you have to come out to protect me, and I want to do a lot of cultivation things, such as ..."

Very quickly, Tianjun began to talk about his unequal terms.

He wants to be free and to get good.

"Stop, you little doll is only a teenager, how ghostly more than that group of old people."

The old man glanced at each other.

If he had not really heard it, he would have doubted whether the little doll in front of him was the kind of person who came out of the simple village, and how shrewd him had a feeling of facing some old and immortal.

"What you say about freedom, I can promise you, as to what you want to say, I will not listen to you, at most I will give you a request."Old man's words.

Smell the words.

In fact, he was more than said, but he did not expect the old man to agree.

"The last request is that I want to cultivate in this desert for a month, and you are coming to me in a month."

This request is a thoughtful thing.

He wants to pass a month's time, to test, find out what his second ability is, what the trigger conditions are, so that he has a lot of certainty.

"I promise, a month is enough time to get me ready."

The old man did not hesitate to accept it.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Then suddenly a cry came from the distant mountains.

It is people who are roaring, full of endless anger, God is mighty, and the power is like a hundred thousand volcanoes.

“The mountain collapsed, and the old man came step by step. First-class station.

There is a river in the sky.

He arrived, and his face was full of anger.

“The water wakes up.”The old man smiled, as if what he had done before was not what he had done.

The eyes of the British old man had a cold flash, and Dao Tianjun saw a thunderous light.

God is mighty, and there is a divine power flowing, and he does not hesitate to play a hand.

The palm of the sea is surging, and the power of the emanation seems to be able to crumble the hundred rivers and rivers.

"I actually saw you had a mosquito on your face, and you hit... No, kick to death."The old man still smiled, and he sleeves of his sackcloth robe.

The vast river of stars is broken.

It was as if an irresistible force had been met and disintegrated.

In the light of the understatement, the wonderful old man is to dissolve the killing of the British old man, and his mouth is still in words.

"I may be doing a bad job, and I'm here to apologize."

Say it is so.

However, how Dao Tianjun looks at it, feels that the wonderful old man looks how to owe it.

What does that look like an apology?

The old man looked at this scene, and in an instant he shook his heart.

At this moment, his heart was full of anger, and there was no fear, and he did not think that the wonderful old man would be so powerful.

At the same time.

He thought too much.

The son-in-law of the wasteland, Fu Xuan, this amazing man who can let the wasteland agree to join, after so many years, how he may be silent.

Perhaps he was no longer on his own level, and had thrown him too far away.

“Hold on...” The English old man spat out a turbid breath.

He tried to calm his heart as much as possible.

The strange old man said, although not to give face, but it is to give him the steps down.

"Mosquitoes will fight me myself."

The old man was down.

The old man did not go to the subject and said.

"You can find out how the three men of the beast's family died."

Smell the words.

The old man frowned, his eyes looking into the distance.

“They are killed in the simplest way, and the people who kill them are strong, not us... I can deal with them, from the traces left and the means of breath, are all wasteland that is not in the wasteland, and the person who killed them is not the one who killed them is not the one who is not the wasteland.”

The old man shook his head, and the sound was heavy and low.

"But it is impossible, and no one can quietly enter the wasteland."

The wonderful old man was silent.

He did not give any opinion, but said, "It's been out for so long, we should go back."

“Hm on.”The old man was not satisfied with the cold.

He looked bad, "If you don't investigate anything, you will go back, and you will not be afraid to be blamed by Shi Yun when you return."

"Who said I didn't investigate anything?"

The old man smiled mysteriously.

Hearing this, the old man was surprised.

Suddenly, the old man set his eyes on the sky.

The wonderful old man will investigate something, and everything points to the sky, because before he did not investigate anything, but came directly to this valley, and the English old man looked at the accident, "Is it him?"

Face this question.

The strange old man did not answer, and he smiled and turned around to leave the deserted mountains.

See the status.

The English old man staggered, he looked at the black and clear eyes of Dao Tianjun, looked at his face with integrity, and scanned back and forth, as if he was curious, curious whether there was anything on his face.

When I see that face.

He didn’t ask anything about God’s meaning.

Originally, he was in a bad mood for him, and now being watched like this by the little doll makes him worse.

And since the wonderful old man knows the reason, then he has no intention of staying.

He cares about face, but he does not want to be seen by a young man as a monkey.

In the blink of an eye.

The wonderful old man and the brave old man left.

God’s eyebrows are light.

He was about to re-evaluate his grandfather, whom he had just identified.

This old man was far more powerful than he thought, and he had quietly given himself a divine power before, so that he could hide from the old man named Shui Miao for a short time, and obviously did not want the British old man to find his own special.

You could say, from beginning to end.

The grandfather who he recognized himself has shown a strong and outrageous sense of vision.

"It's good to think so much about doing something, and having a mountain of support for yourself."The sky whispers.

Then he came out of the valley.

He wants to figure out his second ability, at least to understand what the trigger conditions are.

And when the sky is hot on this side of the day.

Another area, like a fairy land left behind in the human world, shook.

The source, straight to the sky...

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