History’s Strongest Senior Brother

(ps: This is the second time yesterday. I apologize to everyone. I didn’t finish it in the middle of the night last night. I didn’t sleep until this afternoon.)

The central part of the sky, the top of a mountain in the Kunlun Mountains.

A black man sits on the cliff top on a rock.

Behind him, a middle-aged man appeared.

"Yan Zhao song killed the first sergeant Qing Shuzi and the seven disciples to lead the Taoist people." The middle-aged man said, "The Emperor knows, he will not give up."

"He is still empty outside the field, unable to pull back, but once he returns, he will go to the southeast."

The black-haired youth stood up from Dashi and turned and asked: "What do you want to do?"

The middle-aged man replied after sinking: "I want to go southeast."

"However, not now, always pick the right time, otherwise it will be too rude."

The black youth did not speak and waited for the following.

"There was no personal contact, no handing over, and it was impossible to confirm." The middle-aged man continued: "The teacher said, there is no place to say... I am not questioning the decision of the master, but the identity of the other party must always be right. Only then."

The middle-aged man said that he looked up at the sky: "I have already sent a letter to the Master again, but I don't know when I can reply."

The youth in black clothes flashed their eyes and looked up at the sky: "If you reply, it is already here."

"This time is so fast?" The middle-aged man was slightly shocked and fixed his eyes on the sky.

After a while, the void suddenly split, and a brilliance descended from the sky and landed on the top of the mountain!

The two men on the top of the mountain met and were silent.

"I want to follow the teacher's dedication." The young man in black raised his hand and received Guanghua, and he stopped saying more.

The middle-aged man smiled after a long while: "The Master has not seen it. Why is it so sure? That is the person to be found? The age difference is too much..."

The black-faced youth said: "Since the Master has already given instructions, I want to come to have his reasons."

"That's the case, get ready early." The middle-aged man said slowly.

............

The northern Xuan Tianjing, the northernmost land, is above a frozen soil.

An entrance to the boundary channel is standing there.

It is just different from the general boundary channel. This gateway to another world looks out from the outside and looks like a black hole.

Among them, the faint electric light is flashing.

At the moment, outside the entrance to the border passage, there is a woman standing there.

The woman's white knives and black knives were draped behind her head, and she was simply bundled with a cloth.

It’s the Fengyun Temple that walks alone.

In order to keep a low profile, she removed the black-breasted blue robe worn by the Guangfu core true disciple, and only kept the white body of the introductory disciple, the characteristics are no longer so obvious.

Feng Yunqi looked back to the south and smiled softly: "With your lover's sacred temperament, now you must be superficial, and you don't know what it looks like?"

This time, Yan Zhaoge is a real name.

It is the bitter cold of the far north on the other side of the upper bound, and there are news.

"The sea is bright and the moon, the end of the world is at this time..." Feng Yunyi remembered what Yan Zhaoge once said, muttering to himself.

After a long while, she smiled and took out a pearl.

At this time, the granddaughter of the North, Yungeshan Xuan’s disciple, Guan Yu’s gift, was given to her.

Feng Yunyi tapped on the Lingzhu, and the radiance rose from the inside and flew out of the small eagle.

She writhed some words in the volley, and the words were engraved on the beads, and the beads were turned into streamers, which were swallowed into the abdomen by the eagle.

Then the hand lifted, and the eagle flew in the air and flew straight to the far south.

The audience was invited to go to the eagle, and Feng Yun's eyes became firm. He turned and walked into the entrance of the black border.

As she entered, not long after, the entrance to the boundary channel gradually disappeared.

On the frozen ground ice sheet, only the cold wind screams, and no trace of people.

............

Southeast Yangtianjing, Huangpuhai.

After a few days, Yan Zhaoge finally returned to Guangcheng Mountain again.

Looking at the mountain gate in front of you, Yan Zhao Ge smiled and said: "It feels good to go home."

Ah Hu smiled: "You have a good name for this son, and I want to feel better."

Yan Zhao song coughed: "Don't really say that this time is a shock."

"Fang Yuanshan's first battle, Zhang Shuren and Peng He will be gone, then the green tree can not be underestimated, I did not know in advance that he actually practiced in the sleeves."

"If it wasn't for the nine-quarts of the Yellow River, he would give me a surprise. I didn't have the risk of not overturning the ship."

He turned to look at Ahu, Xia Guang and Panpan, and said with a strong heart: "You will have to keep at least one point of caution when you start with people. Your opponent may have unexpected hidden tricks."

"Being a cold-blooded man has a trick, you have more means and more tricks, and you can't have time to show it. You can only die with hate."

Xia Guang immediately corrected his expression and nodded his head: "Yes."

Pan Pan screamed and yawned.

A tiger smiled very well, and the voice said: "In the end, you are overturned by the son."

"That is of course." In the face of Xia Guang, Yan Zhao song is not moving, but replied unceremoniously.

The group said to laugh, and fell to the mountain gate.

Yan Zhao’s heart suddenly moved, and he fixed his eyes and looked at it. He saw a handsome man who looked like a 30 or 40-year-old, and he was standing on the peak of the peak of Tianfeng, smiling at him.

It is the old man, Yan Di.

"You are out of customs?" Yan Zhaoge carefully looked at it, can vaguely feel that at this moment, Yan Di's body has been refining many of the points of God, shaking in a slight vibration.

For him, Yan Di did not cover up, so Yan Zhaoge can be aware of it, it is as if the stars in the universe are self-contained and operate in a unique way.

It is the Wu Shengqiang who climbed the sign of Xianqiao!

Before he left the hate field, Yan Di, who had been retiring since returning to the upper bound, successfully broke through the previous bottleneck after the customs clearance. From the late stage of seeing God, he was promoted to the early stage of Xianqiao!

This means that Yan Di has reached the seven realms of Wu Sheng.

Guangcheng Mountain finally has a Xianqiao Wusheng...

Yan Zhaoge thinks of this, can not help but feel a sense of ridicule.

Their father and son, the same as Guangshan Mountain, is now in the upper bounds of the world, but only today, only one person boarded Xianqiao.

"I always feel a little ridiculous..." Yan Zhaoge put aside the cranky thoughts in his head, and he was very happy.

His old lady boarded Xianqiao, and Yan Zhaoge was also delighted, and his heart was not as good as his own progress.

He smiled at Yan Di Dao, Yan Di shook his head and smiled: "This time, you have made a big move in the South."

On the side of Guangcheng Mountain, I just received news.

"More than one Wu Sheng Jiuzhong, Xianqiao late realm is blocked before chasing." Yan Zhao songs a music: "Do not make a big move, I can't come back."

The father and son walked together and returned to the main hall to wait for other high-rise mountain members.

Yan Zhaoge’s pro-reports are naturally more detailed than the rumors, and everyone listens to it.

Then came out and returned to the residence, leaving only the father and son.

Yan Zhao Ge smiled and asked: "Daddy, what happened to you when you were out of hate?" (To be continued...)