Cultivation of Immortals Summoning the Three Realms

Chapter 409 Donkey Egg!

"Brother in charge, then I can tell you, just don't blame me when the time comes."

The black bear spirit blinked his small eyes and said with a pun.

Luo Fang was speechless, this guy's behavior today is very abnormal, of course unless this little guy's name is really weird.

"Brother in charge, that little guy is called donkey egg!"

Seeing that Luo Fang's face didn't change much, the black bear said these two words in a serious manner.

"Pfft!" After Luo Fang heard it, he sprayed out a mouthful of fairy tea,
He had already thought about many possibilities, but he never thought that Chang'e's child would be called donkey egg.

When Big Head and Ao Bing heard this, they almost staggered and fell to the ground. They thought that the black bear spirit had made up a very common name, but they still underestimated this fellow.

Donkey Dan, this name is very vulgar, but it is so resounding that Luo Fang unconsciously thought of the strange names in the Three Realms, such as Gousheng, Dahua and so on.

But he has a doubt in his heart, this is Chang'e's child after all,
She should still be the city lord of Emei Immortal City at this moment. How could she give the child such a vulgar name? I really can't figure it out. Could it be that his father is too vulgar?

"How is it? Brother in charge, from now on he should be called the little guy."

Seeing that his plan was about to succeed, the black bear spirit hurriedly opened his mouth. He believed that Luo Fang would definitely agree to this matter.

Unexpectedly, Luo Fang shook his head after listening,

"Since he has a name, let's call it after a donkey's egg. Maybe his father wanted a cheap name to support him."

This time, Ao Bing and Big Head couldn't hold on any longer,
Especially the big head, it raised a hoof helplessly to touch the cold sweat on its forehead, and said inwardly, "Master, this matter was compiled by the Black Bear Spirit himself, if you want to go back on your word in the future, don't ask us for help." trouble."

After hearing Luo Fang's words at this moment, Black Bear Spirit's complacent expression froze instantly,
The expression on his face changed several times in an instant, and finally stopped firmly above embarrassment.

"It's over, it's over, it's over, if the truth comes out from now on, won't the brother in charge eat me alive?"

The more the black bear spirit thought about it, the more he regretted it. Why did the word donkey come to mind in a twitch?
The most tragic thing now is that Luo Fang actually decided to use this name for the little head teacher in the future. This is really embarrassing, mother crying in embarrassment, embarrassing to death!

"Brother Teacher, this donkey doesn't sound good. After all, the little guy is very clever. Can you change his name? If it's not possible, Brother Teacher, how about you give me another one?"

Hei Xiong regretted it to the extreme, but said calmly on his face.

"I'll name it? No, no, since the father named it, it must be named!" Luo Fang directly rejected the black bear spirit's proposal.

In Luo Fang's mind, it must be his father who can name the child, but he doesn't know that he is the biological father of this little troublemaker.

"Ah!" Hei Xiongjing almost cried when he heard that, but the big head and Ao Bing next to him were completely fooled.

They wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. They even started to imagine what Luo Fang's expression would be if he knew that the child was his.
I also want to know if Luo Fang forcibly named his child a donkey egg, will he faint?

At this time, Ao Bing finally couldn't bear it anymore,
"Ahem, sir, according to my disciples' understanding, the little guy's father didn't take the donkey egg, but because the little guy is very naughty, and some people were so angry that he barked on purpose." The black bear made a solution.

"Oh, is that so? Then it's not appropriate for me to name him. I'll call him like a donkey's egg first. As for the name, I will talk about it later."

After Luo Fang heard Ao Bing's words, he felt that this should be a reasonable explanation.

But the donkey egg has to be called, after all, this little guy is too naughty, and it can be regarded as his punishment.

What he didn't know was that because of such a decision today, he regretted it for thousands of years.

As a result, Ao Bing and the others just wanted to object, but Luo Fang actually opened his mouth again and directly blocked them back.

"That's the matter. Now think about how to restrain these little troublemakers for me, especially take care of the donkey, so that he will stop thinking about such messy things as proclaiming the emperor."

Seeing the end of the matter, the three had no choice but to accept it, and finally said that they must be optimistic about these little ancestors and persist until the old master returns to the mountain.

Seeing that their attitude was not bad, Luo Fang nodded in satisfaction.

The old master was mentioned just now, and if it doesn't go well with Zhou Xianshan, they are already on their way back.

But although Luo Fang thinks so, things often don't follow the routine.

At this moment, the Zhuxian Sword Formation is overflowing with sword energy, and the killing sounds in the four elephants are loud, and the Demon Ancestor Luohu and the Hun Kun Patriarch are actually fighting the three saints alone.

But at this moment, more than [-] saints from the eight gates killed the eight saints who were not in Zhou Xianshan, including Donghuang Taiyi.

"My God, what's the situation?" Almost all the cultivators onlookers were stunned.

They didn't expect that the nameless holy mountain would play such a big game. First, two sages of the same way escaped into Sixiang and dragged Luo Hu and Hun Kun, and then more than [-] sages surrounded and killed the sage of Buzhou Xianshan.

This can be said to be a huge effort. I believe that after this battle, either the Wuming Sacred Mountain family will dominate, or Kunlunxu will rise completely.

Of course, this is the plan that Dongzu Shengren talked about. If it really comes true, Kunlunxu will suffer a very heavy loss.

"This is the end of Zhou Xianshan, it's a pity to lose one of my fairy artifacts! It's really bad luck." An elder of the sect sighed.

It turned out that while they were watching, they opened the plate and placed a bet. Coincidentally, he just bought Buzhou Xianshan and won.

"Haha, it's all mine, today is a bumper harvest!"

A cultivator who bet on the nameless holy mountain laughed loudly, thinking about collecting those things before the battle even started.

"No, the result hasn't come out yet, you can't do this!" His behavior was quickly stopped by other cultivators.

"Isn't that a matter of time? Twenty or so saints are against eight, it's no wonder if they don't win!" The cultivator continued to insist.

"That won't work, let's talk about it after we finish!"

Although those cultivators who bet on Kunlun Xuying agreed with his words in their hearts, they still insisted on their words. After all, no one can say for sure until the last moment.

"Okay! Then wait, I'll let you give up completely later!" The cultivator who collected the fairy artifact said proudly.

Just as the cultivators onlookers boiled and divided into two factions, the blood cloud in the sky became lower and lower, even more serious than the last time the blood cloud pressed the environment.

There are endless wailing sounds inside, and all the strange phenomena all show the tragic battle of the saints.

"Kill, avenge Seventh Senior Brother!"

On the side of the Unnamed Holy Mountain, a half-step Hedao-level saint led other juniors to kill Donghuang Taiyi and the others.

Among the eight sects, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi and the Patriarch Minghe were waiting for Luo Hu and Patriarch Hun Kun to come out, but unexpectedly, they were waiting for the attack of the Wuming Holy Mountain.

However, there was no trace of panic in their eyes, especially the fighting spirit in the eyes of Donghuang and Minghe. Before the people from the unknown holy mountain flew to the eight gates, they flew out from the eight gates and met the leaders.

"In the face of absolute strength, you will soon know what despair is!"

After Old Ancestor Minghe yelled angrily, it turned into a river of blood, exactly the same color as the sky, with a terrifying aura that caused the onlookers to back away.

"Junior Brothers, kill! They only have three half-steps to join the way. After they are taken down quickly, I will go to surround and kill the Dao!"

On the other side of the unnamed holy mountain, the leader of the cultivators also gave a loud shout, and he saw through the cultivation bases of the eight saints of Buzhou Xianshan at a glance.

However, just after he finished speaking, a cold voice came from above the formation,

"Three half-steps? Siege the Dao? You really think highly of yourself!" It was Lao Tzu who was already here who spoke.

He, Zen Master Wuchao, Confucius, and Guiguzi appeared in mid-air. They waited for a long time and finally waited for this moment.

(End of this chapter)