I, Sun Tianjun, have the posture of a Great Emperor
Chapter 22:I, Sun Tianjun, have the posture of a Great Emperor
“All right...”
Fu Xuan made a noise, and he patted Tianjun on the shoulder to break the words.
At this moment, Fu Xuan's head was a little swollen, even if he did not think of that terrible vision.
His eyes glowed and looked at Dao Tianjun, and just now he had an impulse to open the head of his dry grandson, and wanted to know what kind of head this seemingly human-unneed teenager looked different from ordinary people.
More than Fu Xuan.
The atmosphere of the bronze temple became strange.
The fire emperor's eyes were shining, the tower was straightened into the body, and the same unexpected look was, without exception, everyone's divine posture has changed, what they have heard, and there are visions of the counter-current years, the long river of time...
All of this has overturned their perception.
The old water face was shocked and angry, and he was surprised by the "wonder" of Dao Tianjun, and angry with the waste of his brother, he did not find that Tao Tianjun was Fu Xuan.
It can be said that he is sad at this moment, I would like to go back to a few feet.
“Wonderful grandfather, what are you interrupting me to do?”Dao Tianjun was a little dissatisfied, and he was just talking about the strength, ready to talk about the immortal vision.
"Your whims are good."
Fu Xuan praised, "But you still don't talk about it, think too much is not good for your practice."
He didn’t say that word wrong.
Even in Fu Xuan's heart, there is a kind of throb, heart palpitation of the chill appeared.
What in Tao Tianjun’s words subverted the cognition of many people, and the most shocking thing for Fu Xuan was that these seemingly absurd remarks opened another strange door for them.
Those who are present are more or less inspired and have an understanding.
That's enough.
If he knows more, it will not be good for them, or Fu Xuan has a selfish heart, he feels that his grandson is too amazing, some ideas will be better to keep their own, why should they share it with them.
“Oh.”
Heaven should be light.
At this moment, the bronze temple people have a new perception of the Taotian, the real three days of eye-catching, and Dao Tianjun is a few minutes, when the eye is eye-catching.
Today they are greatly affected, if these words are not Tao Tianjun, this in their eyes "smelly dry" childish young, in exchange for an amazing old demon said, it is likely that they will have a kind of magic in their hearts, the formation of the heart of the devil.
This is not a laugh.
The road is difficult, and one mistake is to be destroyed.
"What do you think."Fu Xuan Xuan spoke, his eyes were shining, and the old face appeared confidently, laughing, "My grandson is Tianjun, there is the attitude of the emperor."
He wants people to determine the status of heaven.
Listen to this sentence, everyone else is silent.
They did not refute, and on the other side of the water, they directly turned their eyes to Fu Xuan, don't go over the head, the eyes are not clean, and the current Fu Xuan's expression is too weak.
“Awow...” God looked at me.
How did he hear this so well?
It seems that my king has the attitude of the emperor...
"Wonderful Grandpa, don't say that."
Listening to the Tao Tianjun dissuasive, Fu Xuan looked at it strangely, “Why do your boy still want to be humble?”
Modest your sister.
God doesn’t know how to talk anymore.
"It's right to be humble and low-key, but sometimes you have to accept it."Fu Xuan took a pat on the words of Tianjun and said that he had looked at the people in the bronze ancient temple, and he said this to the people in the temple.
Don’t worry, take that word back.
God’s face covered.
Ignoring the actions of the gods, Fu Xuan looked directly at the ancient people.
"Fu Xuan, I know what you think, and you don't need to say more."The Emperor of Fire would not understand the meaning of these words.
The Fire Emperor looked around.
“You guys have ideas.”
Hearing this, many of them were silent.
“The dragon king can’t give him any resources for the wasteland.”
Finally someone spoke.
It was the young and old voice, the figure in the gray robe, whose words were very few, and every word was to be heard by all who were present.
"I have no objection."
“I agree.”
“...”
After another, everyone is in agreement, even if the water that is not at peace with Fu Xuan is always at the same time, and the look is extremely calm.
Look at this scene.
It was strange in his eyes that he did not understand.
What does the approval of these people mean?
He does not narcissist that these people agree with all the resources to themselves, as if there is something else.
“Since you have no opinion.”The fire emperor's head, he looked at the Dao Tianjun, "after today, you are the little lord of the human race."
“The little bastard?”The sky is confused.
What is this name, what status?
“Wait for me outside.”
There was no waiting for God to speak, and Fu Xuan had already spoken.
Smell the words.
It doesn't matter, he shrugs his shoulders, "Okay."
After he had finished, the mini-dragon monument in his hand naturally took it in his pocket and turned around and left.
“Wait.”
Fu Xuan called out to God.
“Is there anything else?”God looked at him blankly.
Fu Xuan was speechless.
The ancient temple was speechless.
This is a 13-year-old boy who was born in the village chief.
"The dragon is left."The fire could not speak.
At this moment, his heart has a headache, this little guy's means are fierce, tough, even the heart is super, and now there is more, the skin is too thick.
The dragon monument is a sacred place of wasteland.
It is to know that the whole wasteland protects the village and the tribe's stone monuments in this imitation, and the guardians of the wasteland are placed in various places, which are the property of the dragon king and represent the guardian of the dragon king. First-class station starter
Not only the human race, but also some of the beasts have stone tablets.
God knows he can’t get stuck.
Jun Xiu's face appeared innocent and embarrassed, took the dragon monument from his pocket and handed it to Fu Xuan.
Then he turned away.
I could hear him mumbling, "Too little, not a small stone, this is not given."
Listen to that word.
The figure in the old temple could not sit still.
It is the holy thing of the dragon king, can you send people casually?
“Ah!”
Then suddenly the heavens shouted.
Listen to this voice, the ancient temple people are looking up.
What's going on?!
"I forgot to say something."Dao Tianjun's face was full of serious looks, unprecedented heavy, "I said one thing less about the Lord Dragon King."
Smell the words.
The ancient temple is a shock.
“What.”The fire is shining.
"The Dragon King said that he could not give me magic in his sleep, but the Lord Dragon King said that someone would benefit me in the future, and only need to report its name."And he swore by it.
His voice dropped.
The whole atmosphere of the temple is a sluggish.
Can you believe this?!
They shake their heads, it is impossible.
Anyone can see that this is a good thing.
Fu Xuan almost did not have a backlash, "This bastard."
With a wave of wide sackcloth, the infinite power swept through the body that covered the body of the sky.
What?!
The sky was surprised.
Without waiting for him to react, his body was transformed into a meteor flying out of the Bronze Temple.
Everyone was crying for a while.
Only this boy dared to do so, in exchange for someone else, they had already slapped and killed.
However, they all understand that it is clear that Tao Tianjun will understand his status to do this, and indeed he does things enough to be "tough".
Fu Xuan's face was speechless.
When he watched God fly out, he smiled.
"Hey, my good son's business is done, and I'm going to talk about other things, and I'm going to fight for something I should have."
Fu Xuan spoke in words, speaking his eyes erupting with amazing light.
His old posture has a great power in recovery, there is a huge divine power, and at this moment he seems to be living in the body of a god, in the recovery back.
Fu Xuan took a step.
Rumble.
In the ancient temple, the eyes of the light burst without measure of gold.
The wind up the fairy temple, the waves rise again...
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