Fantasy Gold List Countdown: Self-Digging Supreme Bone was Exposed

Jiang Ran looked at Han Qianluo's sentimental expression calmly.

Jiang Ran's eyes narrowed slightly, quietly listening to the nostalgia hidden in Han Qianluo's words.

Looking at the Holy Lord of the fluctuating light who opposes him at the moment, it seems that he has returned to the Holy Land of the fluctuating light. It's what it looked like when I was a disciple.

The other party seemed to have returned to the appearance of the good teacher who taught him warmly.

At this moment, Jiang Ran's eyes fluctuated slightly, and this fluctuation was deeply hidden in the dark eyes, which had long been buried by Jiang Ran.

Without making a sound to interrupt Han Qianluo, in the eyes of outsiders, compared to Han Qianluo's sentimental expression, Jiang Ran's heart is like a rock, unmoved, without the slightest emotion.

Everyone in the fluctuating light sighed slightly. Did Jiang Ran really put down the holy place of fluctuating light...?

However, Han Qianluo didn't carefully observe the change in Jiang Ran's expression, as if he didn't want to guess what Huiran thought at all, but still said to himself: "But, Han Qianjue is still my son after all.

Back then, you plucked out your own supreme bone, but this also made me laugh at the Holy Land of Fluctlight, and the strength of Wushuang returned to its original point in one day.

Although everything has already been prepared for my son Han Qianjue, but it is also this opportunity that makes you yourself fall into underestimation.

I do not deny your current mortal achievements, all the doubts and disdain you had in the past have long been shattered by you.

But, for my son, I do have to.

When it comes to choosing between my apprentice and my son Han Qianjue, I think I will always stand by my son.

Even though he has fallen now, I still want to avenge him.

When Han Qianluo said these last words, he did not carry any murderous aura.

Even the whole discourse reveals a kind of peace.

At this moment, Han Qianluo finally no longer has a gloomy face, but is transformed into the image of a kind old father.

The frost that has spread all year round on his face now seems to have begun to melt gradually under this warm sunshine.

Han Qianluo paused for a moment, his eyes lowered, but he looked at the young white-robed figure on the opposite side slowly, as if he saw the figure of his own son again, and said slightly: "However, what has happened now really makes me sorry.

If you were my son, everything would be fine..."

Han Qianluo sighed with emotion on his face, but he looked far away, as if he was nostalgic for everything in the past.

The people around them became silent following Han Qianluo's words, and they all looked a little emotional.

""Perhaps, when Han Qianluo could relax his heart back then, he didn't have to end up like this. "

"Jiang Ran's current path has been blocked by the Holy Land of Fluctuation Light, and Han Qian (Zhao's) is also narrow-minded, but it is impossible to allow such a dazzling talent to step on his. Get it on your head.""

Some Holy Masters are also starting to sigh at the nodes of what happened in the past, thinking about guessing the direction of the future.

Later, he shook his head, no matter how he guessed, the situation is now a foregone conclusion.

Han Qianluo will not let go of the murderer who killed his son, and Jiang Ran will not let go of the person who humiliated him in the first place.