The sound of the heavens made the bronze temple silent.

In the basalt mirror, the pair of black eyes looked up at the sky, as if there was a power, and he was looking at the people present through the porch mirror.

"This little fellow is far wiser than I thought, he guessed."

The voice of the young, but the sound of vicissitudes sounded.

The people in the temple were silent, and they were all unexpected.

A 13-year-old boy, born in the most ordinary village of the wasteland, is beyond expectations.

For all this, everyone in the temple is interested.

"Fu Xuan, he is recognized by you as a master grandson, and you really picked up it cheap."An old man spoke, wearing a blue robe, a childlike face, and a fairy duct bone.

for this person.

He knows, the big brother of water.

An old monster who is respected in the human race.

"That's of course."In this regard, Fu Xuan readily admitted.

See the status.

The old man in the blue robe shook his head.

His words were nothing more than trying to make fun of it, but he obviously used the wrong method to stop Fu Xuan's face from the people who could stop the emperor's bombardment.

"His potential, you all see it, and you think."The fire-king whispered.

Listen to this voice.

The ancient temple of bronze became calm, and the meaning of this sentence was clear to all.

Today's gathering here, in the end, the purpose is to be closely related to this sentence of the Fire Emperor, distinguishing the potential of heaven, and choosing the road of the future.

For any creature in the wasteland, they will not pay so much attention.

But this matter involves the dragon king.

Everything became different.

“You decide, I’m going to find my son.”He opened his mouth and stood up.

Say it.

He walked to the back of the bronze temple.

“This guy has come to my wasteland for nearly a thousand years, or so...” The blue-robed old man was dissatisfied.

Other people’s eyes are different, and no one knows what they think.

The Emperor of the Fire would not understand the idea of the old man in the blue robe.

The people of their family lost their arms with such a good seedling as Tao Tianjun, and he could not doubt whether the water was old or not.

"We have not come to a conclusion about the matter of water, you are still entangled in this side is not right."The fire emperor looked at the old water and immediately spoke again, "Now the most important thing is your thoughts."

Listen to this, the old water no longer said anything.

Fu Xuan received Tianjun as the dry grandson, and Fu Xuan belonged to Shiyun that vein was already settled.

"He is the one chosen by the Dragon King, although he can't understand what the dragon king means, but he can't ignore this, and he can't be selected for the little deserter with his qualifications."

"His qualifications are not strong in the flesh, and it is not enough for me to cultivate a mortal in a polar body, etc. It will take only a few days for me to become a small desolate master."

"I agree that let him become a small deserter, his character toughness can make up for the shortcomings."

"He's too young to guarantee such resilience in the future."

"The dragon king chooses the son, do not let him enter the list of small desert masters, so it is reasonable to say."

The figures of the bronze temple are all openings, but the seemingly complicated sounds are full of calm.

Just when these mysterious strong spirits doubted the identity of Tao Tianjun, Fu Xuan went into the temple, he did not walk out of the ancient temple, but went deep into the ancient temple.

The bronze temple has a long history in the wasteland, and even in the ancient temple that lasts forever.

Fu Xuan walked, the pace was slow, and had a special frequency.

He was like a ghost, unknowingly appeared in a mysterious room in the temple.

The room was empty and there was only one stone bed.

There is a young man sleeping on it, and it is the sky.

Looking at Dao Tianjun, Fu Xuan suddenly did not hit a place, this stinker boy just took him to open the water, but the thought of Dao Tianjun's performance he was calmed down.

In the hand, the fingerprints have runes flowing into the front of the sky.

"The bastard doesn't wake up."

He was still in the wilderness, shouting.

Speak up.

He felt a turn of the sky.

His eyes opened, and into his eyes was a dark room, “Where is this?”

The next second.

He saw Fu Xuan’s white-bearded face and smiled.

Hmm?!

Was I just in a fantasy?

In an instant, Tao Tianjun immediately understood what he had experienced before, there were illusions, and at the same time he thought nothing wrong, before all this was just experience.

Indeed, as a young man of the new century who is poisoned by novels, he is not wrong.

"A small thing inside the bronze temple."Fu Xuan spoke and answered.

The heavens said, “Is it really a fantasy?”

But soon, there was a strange color in Dao Tianjun's eyes, and he heard a familiar word, the bronze fairy temple?!

Is it a bronze temple in the sky?

Or is it the bronze temple in the perfect world?

“The illusion?That's a good word, and your previous experience was the manifestation of something that you had before, introducing your spirit and making you feel it."

Fu Xuan said again.

Listen to God’s Word, God’s Word.

“Aren’t they pure illusions?Is there such a thing as a manifestation, and there is such a demon in the wasteland?"

Fu Xuan nodded, "Yes, but you don't need to worry about it, it was a dark time, a long time ago, some fallen beings."

In this regard, the sky is interested in asking.

"Don't ask me about this, it's too long, and before the mythological age, even if you ask about some of the antiques buried in the ground, you won't necessarily know the bottom."He saw the idea of heaven and waved his way.

Listen to this sentence, the sky also said nothing.

What does it mean for you to be a cheap grandfather?

Coming to this world, Tao Tianjun has been characterized, he not only wants to go to the top, but also want to explore the history of this ancient and modern years, which may be interesting, just like reading a novel.

God’s grace is not entangled either.

Fu Xuan saw the interest of Tao Tianjun and said, "If you are interested, you can go to the ancient castle, where there are ancient history, but now you want to see some people with me."

“The guardians of the wasteland?”

God’s Word is unthinking.

However, Fu Xuan did not answer, and took him away from this dark room.

The next time appeared.

He saw a path leading to a hall.

The sound of the end of the road can be clearly heard in the ears.

"In the end, you are still not sure whether he is the one chosen by the Dragon King, and if he is the choice of the Dragon King, it is natural to be elected to the small deserter, even if it is the choice of the dragon king, he will have such treatment."

Listen to that word. First-class station starter

Dao Tianjun clearly felt a hot feeling, as if deep in the 100,000 volcanic groups.

This is a strong one!

In an instant, Tao Tianjun has a judgment, but the words do not reveal any pressure will have such an effect, if this person said he is not strong, Tao Tianjun estimated that the past jump up is a slap.

“King of Fire, you are the strongest of the wild people today.”

The sound of the voice suddenly came into his ears.

The sky is swolent...

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