The cold and frosty Master Yao Huan completely ignored his image and spread his arms wide open and pulled them, as if the chicken woman was flapping her wings, signaling Master Yao Hua and Xu Hanzi to hold the Chouzi to get out of the way. He quickly pulled out the golden hairpin and squatted down, and began to engrave words.

Seeing the two elders like this, the clever disciple suddenly realized. He hurriedly searched for the open space and the tools, and the neat formation immediately scattered.

Nan Xing closed his eyes and recited his strong memory silently.

A few people couldn't find a good guy for a long time, so they opened the sword box, took out the natal flying sword that was warmed like the root of their lives, and treated it as a chisel.

The people in the Chentang and the Jobs have the lowest cultivation level and the slowest reaction, but they are not stupid.

The guy who grabbed the fire stick in his hand was flying dragons and phoenixes, and the charred stick head was like a charcoal pen. It was like a giant rafter, so of course you had to write a beautiful big character. With a stroke of the fire stick, a small piece of open space was gone. Before you knew it, you passed by the end of the Yanzi Building, which had the least number of people, and approached the elite disciples.

The other few guys who were black-faced and hang out in front of the stove seemed to understand it. Anyway, they couldn't remember it, so they gathered around the fire stick. When they saw someone getting in the way, they would whistle and push. If they usually met elite disciples, they would bow their heads and even dare not speak loudly.

Those who were pushed away were not annoyed. They just glanced at each other in a daze, then moved to the side, muttering something in their mouths.

Writing with sticks and carving with flying swords is nothing at all.

There was a clever and cruel man who made up his heart and just bit his finger and wrote on the ground. Look, I recommend my ancestors with my blood, and this heart is sincere enough!

Seeing the messy scene under his eyelids, Xin Tianyou's face twitched, and remembered that he was urinating in the snow when he was a child. The browned urine shot into the snow layer and sizzled out black holes. It was just that the article was too long, and at least dozens of urination had to be taken down.

He had pondered the two short articles many times. At this moment, he read them loudly, "touched" everyone's aura and their spiritual consciousness fluctuated, and their understanding became more profound.

More than 600 words, calm and clear, neither slow nor fast, it took a cup of tea to finish reading.

Xin Tianyou stopped making a sound and looked down quietly.

I'm working hard and exhausted. I've used up all my martial arts. I'm so proud, don't be ungrateful!

Everyone waited for a while and felt that there was no sound coming from the sea. They opened their eyes with squinted eyes and raised their heads with their letters, as if they were eels raised in buckets.

Suddenly, a burst of crying came out, causing heartbrokenness.

But Kongxuzi crawled on the ground, cried bitterly, and almost rolled around.

"Master, why did you come back after eight hundred years..."

The wailing instantly aroused many grievances from the disciples of the South China Sea, and then burst into tears. It seemed that the bullied child finally waited for the adults to go home, and he couldn't stop his tears.

Nan Wang quickly stood up, solemnly dusted off the dust from his robe, and led everyone to kneel down.

"The South China Sea lineage, welcome the ancestor..."

In the sound waves like mountains and tsunamis, the little heart that had been hanging in the charlatan finally fell back into the cavity.

When the sound subsided, the sound of old and majestic sound came from the fog.

"I came to the world with a wisp of divine thought, but there is actually the secret of heaven and you, so you should not speak nonsense to the outside world... The universe is turbulent and the bad omen are revealed. We should form an alliance with China to overcome difficulties. March of late spring this year is the beginning of the chaos in the world... Many temples in the South China Sea are not suitable for large-scale construction. Mobilize the people to go to the highlands in advance to store water and accumulate grain; prisoners on the Yuzhao Island will harm the harmony of the sky and will never arrive..."

Xin Tianyou mixed the "Give Up Jade Island" into several orders, and it was all about doing things.

Affiliation with China is a foreshadowing to deal with the end of the world and is not particularly important. If inquiry is triggered, it is said that I owe favors when I traveled around.

As for "March in late spring, the beginning of chaos", it means that there will be severe drought from the end of spring to the beginning of autumn this year. Next year, the ice sheets at the north and south poles will begin to melt, and the sea water will gradually submerge most of the land...

He was also preparing to explain, but he didn't even say "no" and didn't even put more farts. He only realized the power of the three words "Master Master". He just gave orders, and there was no need for reasons.

Since this is the case, the courage to believe in the charlatan has become more and more energetic.

Should I get some more treasures and just ask for the three shaking arrows that guard Ganlu Temple?

Nan Wang saw the ancestor pondering, walked to the beach and lifted his robe and knelt down. He raised a shiny item with both hands and said respectfully:

"I'll ask the ancestor to take back the Furong Order."

Yes, this is a good thing. I ordered the South China Sea, but I dared not to follow it. But it was too far away to take pictures in the air. How can I get it?

Could it be that you climb down the popsicle and step on the ice surface to the shore? It will damage the image of the immortal, and it will be even worse.

After a few breaths of silence in the fog, a deep cry of "Kanger Kanger" suddenly came out continuously.

Everyone in the Nanhai Sect knelt on the ground, and became very strange when they heard the sound.

When I saw the albatross who led the birds to hover in the air swooped down like a black and white cloud passing by. I took the Furong Order from the Great Elder and sent it into the fog. I was surprised and my chin and jaw almost dislocated.

They didn't know that Xin Tianyou lived in the mountains since he was a child and had a natural closeness to animals and plants. In addition, his spiritual sense is far beyond the past, so it is no problem to communicate with birds simply.

"I am still in the world and have descendants, and I will meet you with this card in the future."

The fog vapor became thicker and covered the "white jade pillar" tightly.

This sentence lays the groundwork for appearing as the uncle of the Nanhai Master. Xin Tianyou suddenly felt restless and suddenly had the warning signs, and he had no intention of saying more.

Let the spiritual rope release the spiritual energy violently to create cloud cover, prepare to slip off the popsicle and meet Dabai, and run away.

Well, I don’t know if the canned fish is frozen.

At this moment, he felt locked by an extremely powerful spiritual sense, and a thunder sounded in the clear sky.

"Well, who is the demon? Take me a punch."

Before he finished speaking, a lightning blew through the sky.

After lightning, there will inevitably be thunder.

The dull and angry thunder rumbling like a black cloud destroying the city, like a heavy stone mill rolling and crushing in the air, hitting everyone's eardrums and suppressing their minds.

On one side of the port, there are steep peaks nearly a hundred feet high. A gray shadow jumps from the top of the peak and rushes to the sea. The whole body is surrounded by lightning, like a huge hammer of Thunder.

Kongxuzi exclaimed, "No", and hurriedly got up, grabbed the peach wood sword and threw it into the air.

The ordinary peach wood sword body instantly appeared with a phantom light, as if a green dragon roared and soared into the sky, trying to intercept the lightning.

Unfortunately, he was originally crawling on the ground and restrained his magic power. When he heard the sound, he got up and threw the sword, and his movements were slower. He could only look up at the "Qinglong" and pounce on the sky, stomped his feet repeatedly, frightened and annoyed.

There is no other way for the visitor.

He is another saint of the third level of the melting realm guarding the South China Sea, Chongxiaozi!
Chapter completed!