History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Before the upper bounds of the world, Yan Zhaoge had some premonitions. x Chinese x novel...

Because inheritance reservations are more complete, and even there may be strong people who have survived the great destruction, the insights and visions of the top figures in the upper bounds of the world can be comparable to those of the eight great world warriors.

Yanzhao songs have been made from the secret laws of the Heavenly Temple of the Forbidden City before the Great Destruction, and they have been displayed. In the upper bounds, perhaps someone knows the roots.

After coming here, the previous hunch was gradually fulfilled.

However, Yan Zhaoge also has a solution.

Fantianyin has a wide-ranging Tianzhang as a cover, and when it is really hands-on, it changes in the dark, and when it is released, the traces are fleeting.

The swordsmanship is ever-changing. As long as you take advantage of it, it will not be as easy to recognize as it was when you first shot and killed Nongyu Xuan.

Relatively speaking, the problem is relatively large, it is not easy to cover up.

But now that there are twelve methods of gloom, the situation has improved a lot.

Therefore, Yan Zhaoge is quite interested in the twelve methods of the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

"Although it is only a very simple point, but I can figure out the true meaning of the Promise, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty does not marry a generation of heroes." Yan Zhao Ge touched his lips: "But unfortunately, it is because of this, blocked his further upward path. ”

Promise, even before the initial "one", is both the beginning and the end.

Yuan Shi Tian Zun, unique, promise, is also unique.

Yuan Shi's second book Yuan Tianshu, only one person can be cultivated in Dacheng's realm. Promise Tianshu is from the very beginning, and only one person can practice.

Up and down the ancient and modern, countless years, the ability to try to figure out the true meaning of the people, not only the Ming Dynasty Emperor Yin Tianxia.

But everyone, without exception, gave up this path.

Because of the Promise, it is already at its peak.

Although the world's affairs are not necessarily the same as ancient times, the road to seek is always going on.

But the problem is that Yuanshi Tianzun has succeeded in detaching.

This proves that on the road he has traveled, it can almost be said that he has already gone.

The latecomers want to go the same road. The result is that the road is getting narrower and narrower, until there is no way to go, and finally return to the Promise.

Yan Zhaoge didn't know if Yin Tianxia realized this. He tried to figure out the true meaning and created a fascinating and twelfth law that transcends the ancestors' secret Bible, and brings himself and the sacred sacred religion to an unprecedented new height.

But if he can't avoid the path and jump out of the fence, this height is also his end.

No one knows what Yin Tianxia himself was doing.

Premature death in the prime of the year, so that his future possibilities are all in vain.

Yan Zhao's songs are full of the sacred and twelve laws, and they are compared with their own Promise, and there are countless thoughts in their hearts.

At the same time, only one person practiced the Promise Book.

One person has already initially realized that Wuji Tianshu has been on the right track and began to practice. Others are aware of the Promise Heavenly Book Classics, and they can only hope to sigh.

When I was in the Eight Great World, I chose fundamental martial arts and laid the foundation, I was also delighted that this seat was not occupied.

After all, looking at the ancient times today, Promise is one of the top schools. Sometimes, in some cases, you can even remove the word "one".

But at that time, I thought about it. Is there anyone else who remembers this great deed?

In the world, is it only you who have mastered the essence of the Promise Book?

Before the great destruction, I have never heard of anyone practicing the Promise Book...

There seems to be a contradiction in the middle.

Yan Zhao song sat on the ground with his knees, thinking about it while arrogantly squandering Xuan Gong.

On his body, he gradually appeared half-light and half-dark, half-white and half-black, and the light flashed, as if there was a light and non-dark glory shrouded the whole body.

There is a limit to the end of the book, Yan Zhao song practiced the sacred and twelve laws, far faster and easier than others.

Gathering the mind, Yan Zhaoge returned to God, and saw that Pan Pan had already been sung in Baoshan. Ahu held a rare and precious gold page, and he was laughing and seeing his mouth.

“Hey?” Yan Zhao’s song was a bit curious, wasn’t he just adding a small fan in his team?

According to the previous impression, she should now be like Panpan, the whole person is thrown into the baby heap.

What about people?

Yan Zhao song turned his head and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

I saw Xiao Ai is in the vicinity of Feng Yunyu, staring at Feng Yunyu with a nervous look.

Feng Yunyi was looked up and down by her, and she did not feel uncomfortable. Instead, her face showed a few funny smiles and looked back at Xiao Ai.

In the end, Xiao Ai couldn’t eat any more, and nervously rushed to Yan Zhao’s side and asked: “Young master, this...this should not be...it won’t be...”

Yan Zhao song casually asked: "What will not be?"

Xiao Ai bit his teeth and lowered his voice and asked: "...Is it going to be a little grandma?"

Yan Zhao song smiled and looked at Feng Yunyi: "Why do you ask this? What is your basis? Men and women in the same industry are not necessarily lovers."

Feng Yunyi also has an expression of interest and wants to see how little love answers.

Xiao Ai snorted and revealed a crying look: "It’s not the same when you look at your eyes. What’s more important... You don’t see the eyes of the young masters!”

Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunyi both laughed.

Little love is holding the legs of Yan Zhaoge and crying deeply: "Young Master, you can't do this! You should be a handsome figure in the flowers, the leaves are not in the body!"

"Young master, you don't want to find a grandmother, is it good? Single is perfect!"

Yan Zhao song can not laugh and cry: "Combined according to your meaning, I should play bachelor for a lifetime?"

Little love pitifully watched Yan Zhaoge, nodded again and again.

Yan Zhaoge’s arrogant and funny finger slammed on her head.

Feng Yunxiao can not help but smile.

Little love is a list of slouchy look: "Young master, you have a little grandmother, and the nephew wants to lower your rating from A to A..."

Yan Zhao song laughed: "Don't be like this, let's discuss it, your standards are properly adjusted and adjusted. The original standard is too inhuman."

At this time, Ahu’s eyes turned and he went to Yanzhao’s song and asked quietly: “Don't you, the girl is not already with you now? Have you eaten her?”

Yan Zhao song stunned: "Not yet, compared to me, she is now weak and weak."

Feng Yun’s face is not red and does not jump, smiled and said: “Thank you for your pity.”

The relationship is different, and Yan Zhaoge’s speech can be opened very much.

He looked up and down the clouds and then smiled very smugly: "In fact, there are many other ways."

Feng Yunyi turned his eyes in a bad mood: "For example?"

"For example..." Yan Zhao’s song was dragged with a long sound, and the thief looked at Feng Yunyi. He thought about whether he should decide not to be too hot, his eyes moved from top to bottom, and finally fell on Fengyun’s. Hands.

Feng Yun licked his teeth, hehe smiled: "Oh, let's lie down."

Yan Zhao’s song smiled and said: “Reassured, I honestly lie down in a ‘wood’ shape, let you play with it.”

Feng Yunyi said: "Should it be a 'big' shape?"

The next moment she reacted, her hands rubbed and smiled: "It's still a ‘too' shape.”

This time it’s Yanzhao’s song: “How is the ‘wood’ shape and the ‘太’ shape different?”

Feng Yunxiao’s smile is rare and brings a bit of flattery: “The so-called ‘wood’ shape, the thing is still on you, the ‘太’ shape is broken, just put it between the legs.”

Yan Zhaoge: "..." (to be continued.)