Doomsday Pavilion

The four women obviously did not expect Sikong to tell them such extremely important news, and even their eyes changed.

"Mingguang, there is a sixth-order powerhouse?"

"You... why tell us!"

Sikong glanced at them obliquely,

"Sooner or later you will know about such a big disturbance, and... this kind of news will not become Mingguang's secret. Mingguang people are not so stingy."

Lin Chou was stunned.

These women are not from the base city?

Wait, why did this handsome add a word?

Also, what they said about the movement in the ancestral mountain seemed to be made from potted plants, right?

The eldest sister held her fists solemnly,

"Thank you for telling the truth."

Sikong chuckled, then stopped talking.

The eldest sister hesitated,

"My name, Yao Wei."

Sikong frowned.

"Sikong."

The eldest sister took a deep breath,

"Sikong Yu, but your father?"

Sikong nodded.

Both parties were silent.

Lin Chou was at a loss. What kind of dumb riddles are you guys playing in front of me? ?

At this time, Lord Shan went and returned, still with a mean smile on his face.

"Oh, isn't this Young Master Sikong, today, don't you cough anymore?"

Maybe it’s that the triple taunting halo is too sharp, and a certain young man broke the power immediately.

"Go away, the big bald man has no say!"

Our Lord Shane was unhappy at the time.

"You baby, you have no culture, you don't know that,'You must become strong, be bald first, the undead will add technology, and the bald head will have a crit.' This is an ancient saying."

Sikong glanced at Lord Shan.

"Your hair has grown out. Besides, you don't have the surname Ann."

Shan Ye gathered the green stubble on his head,

"Although Grandpa Dashan is not safe, he is also quite old-fashioned. He strictly adheres to the eight tenets of humility, integrity, compassion, bravery, justice, sacrifice, honor, and soul. In my heart, Lao Tzu is actually a real knight, watching Smooth, round, full and attractive...the kind of knight in the dawn and early sun, three repairs!"

I'm sure you must have not listened carefully to the teachings of the ancestors.

Because the son once said:

Freely steal the winged sheep, the three-cultivation knight bursts out.

Shan Ye sighed.

"Poor little boy, when will your illness get better?"

Sikong coughed with anger,

"It's up to you whether this young master is dead or not."

Shan Ye waved his hand, "Xiao Lin smashed, give me a dozen beer, iced."

Then looked at Sikong very seriously,

"Lao Tzu's trip to the far door is really not in vain. Those hunters have told some ancient legends, and now they are conveyed to you free of charge, hoping to be useful for your illness."

Sikong threw down the spoon, took out a white paprika from his pocket and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"are you serious?"

Uncle Huang looked wronged,

"I'm really doing it for your own good!"

"..."

Huang Dashan sorted out the corners of his clothes and his stubborn stubble.

"It is said that before the cataclysm, there was a magical way in the ancient East called practice. Cultivating to the highest realm, fists can break mountains and rivers, feet can break the sun and moon, and walk with swords to take the first level of people thousands of miles away. If you don’t do anything injustice, your merits will rise immediately."

Sikong's eyes were looking forward to it, and what Huang Dashan said was exactly the realm he was pursuing.

"But, here, isn't it the old, ancient East?"

Shan Ye tilted Erlang's legs, "Oh, listen to Lao Tzu to finish!"

He continued,

"In that place, not only the fox, the pipa, the monster, the chrysanthemum and the white lotus, but also his mother’s chopsticks can become immortals. You baby, you can definitely save. You only need to gather seven dragon **** to summon the dragon to make a wish and let it take the heirloom. Somersault Cloud will give it to you, and then you can go to a place called Celestial Island to find an old **** named Guixianren, and he will teach you how to practice, and then..."

"boom!"

The more Sikong listened, the darker his face became, and a pot was buttoned on Uncle Huang's head.

"Hahaha..."

Huang Dashan smiled and rolled straight on the ground, "Wow Ka Ka, I am teasing you, you **** believe it, you believe it hahaha..."

The brows of the four extremely sturdy and sturdy women were twisted into a pimple, and they didn't even understand the punctuation marks just now.

Is there any unique jargon that Mingguang can't make?

This discovery is very important and must be reported to the wise men of the tribe!

So the eldest sister took out a small book and recorded it in the way of ancestral drawing.

Well, maybe there is one more unsolved mystery in this world, which is still unknown.

...

Uncle Huang was still laughing, crying and crying for lack of oxygen in his lungs.

As a surviving young man who takes dreams as a horse and takes advantage of his poems and wine years, how can Sikong be willing to be molested?

Put the upper eyelid under the eyelid,

"The evil taste of the poor."

"belch!"

Huang Dashan choked, "Lao Tzu is a great hunter, Huang Dashan who can challenge higher levels, pay attention to your tone of voice!"

"The evil taste of the poor."

"You fucking, this is a personal attack! Where is Lao Tzu poor? Lao Tzu is worth tens of millions, Lao Tzu..."

Sikong pulled his eyelids, Wang Zhi scorned,

"Tsk, that's really unfortunate... But even if you are so poor, this young master will not laugh at you, so feel free to enjoy your barren life!"

Huang Dashan almost spit out eight **** alpacas directly,

"MMP! What else do you have besides being rich?"

Sikong squeezed his chin and thought carefully.

"Well, this young master also has a powerful father. There are 263 maids and 1,900 bodyguards who have signed a contract. Maybe there are hundreds of dead men trained since childhood. .. Well, I don’t know very well... Although there are many suitors, this young master has not yet been married. This Lord Huang Dashan must have been in the tomb of marriage for many years, half buried in the ground, right?"

"..."

Poor Shan Ye now only wants to know one question. Which school did this kid learn about the excavator... heh heh, is he an eloquence for further education?

.......

At the same time, it is rare to see dense fog rising on the dark sea, and the high-magnification telescope of the research institute pointed directly at the east of the dark sea-Haiqingshi Island where sea stone flowers grow.

On the electronic screen connected to the telescope, Wei Tianxing's "stalwart" figure appeared.

Haiqingshi Island is like a giant beast crossing the border, a mess, the scattered sections of the Haiqingshi are flat, and Wei Tianxing stands on the highest point with his hands on his back, facing the vast ocean.

at this time,

"Sizzle."

The current burst, and the screen turned into a snowflake first, then bursts of green smoke rose, and it was completely scrapped.

"What's going on! Fix it for me quickly!"

An old voice roared.

A certain genius inventor, a young "discoverer" who was already an honorary academician at a young age, was crying,

"The sea is dark and foggy."

"Crack!"

The limited edition "Serving the People" mug in the hands of the dean fell into messy pieces.

"Waste, everything is waste!"