History’s Strongest Senior Brother

I thought of doing it. After exploring a long distance in Zhenlongyuan, everyone stopped to rest, and Yan Zhao song meditated.

In the crowd, Ye Jing’s eyes stared at Yan Zhaoge.

"One day, I will beat you, but I have to look at it. At that time, can you still keep your high and high-spirited pride?"

In addition to the old grievances, Ye Jing at this time, in the face of Yan Zhao song, more strange feelings, difficult to describe.

A little bit sorrow, but more is awkward and annoying.

It seems to be natural to the head, let him subconsciously feel that he has been suppressed, and then feel uncomfortable.

"It was his previous deacon in the Shanmen. The fire that was mentioned in the flames of the flames was of great use to me." Ye Jing thought in his heart: "If it is in his hands, it is too humiliating to find him." ......"

Ye Jingzheng thought, suddenly the eyes gradually widened.

Si Kongqing and others have also discovered that at this time, Yan Zhao song at this moment, actually swallowing the black fog that everyone can't avoid!

This behavior falls in their eyes, it is like taking drugs to kill themselves!

For the thoughts of others, Yan Zhao song does not care, inside the body, you can see, chaos and arrogance under the control of their own secret law, as if turned into a grinding wheel, and then kept spinning under the turbulence.

During the rotation process, Yan Zhao’s body suffocated, and the sand wheel was sharpened by the grinding wheel, and there was a tendency to see through the faint body!

"Very good, compared with normal practice, the efficiency has increased by three or five times. It is only applicable to the stage of guilty guilty outside, but it can also save me a lot of time, the situation of the sergeant, near It’s in front of you."

Yan Zhaoge nodded with satisfaction, temporarily completed the work, stopped to practice, opened his eyes and saw everyone was horrified and looked at himself in vain.

"If you don't take the usual path, it's so easy to attract eyeballs..." Yan Zhao's song screamed, and said: "The life of this wind, you really don't need to explain."

There is a young disciple who flashed the color of enlightenment in his eyes: "The town has a long-term change, and the black fog is more turbulent than in previous years. There have been changes that have not occurred before, and it is strange."

"Yan Shi’s brother is in the fog, is it necessary to try to figure out what is going on in this way? It’s just too risky.”

Yan Zhaoge sneaked a little, and the brain replenishment ability of the people was also a bit speechless.

Everyone was ashamed and nodded convincedly: "It turns out."

Ye Jing still has some doubts, his fingers subconsciously rubbing his dark red ring.

Seeing him, Yan Zhaoge didn't feel it for everyone. He quickly turned his eyes: "There is really a ring..."

Ye Jing can rise rapidly, improve rapidly, and have the secret of secrets. Perhaps it is not clear how the Yan Zhao song is, but he has to promote some people and inevitably produce some associations.

However, Yan Zhaoge does not care about this.

Others are ashamed to admire this: "It is the master of the master who is higher than the Yan brothers, and may not dare to directly swallow the black fog?"

For them, the black fog that may have taken their lives at any time, in the case of Yan Zhaoge, seems to be irrelevant.

"In short, you should not rush to imitate, otherwise it would be dangerous to open the door and hack the thief, and lead the wolf into the room." Yan Zhaoge stood up and smashed his clothes. He took the lead and others quickly followed.

At this time, there was a tall figure in the back that galloped, and caught up with Yan Zhaoge and his party, it was Ahu.

Yan Zhao song did not stop, still walking slowly, Ahu came to the side, said: "The son, there is news."

"It is still unclear, but there are rumors that after the new disciple Xiaobi in the door, that Ye Jing entered the eyes of the stone elders."

Yan Zhao song heard the words, turned to look at Ahu.

Ahu nodded: "The rumored stone elders appreciate his self-improving growth experience and tenacious personality, ready to investigate for a while, and have the heart to accept him as a rumored disciple."

Yan Zhao song snorted: "No wonder..."

This elder is not the elder, the stone elder, and the former Elder Cui, and even the elders of the East Tang Kingdom, are not at the same level.

Elder Cui is only the elder of the deacon, or the kind that comes out of his age.

On the head of the elders of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, there were also Dongzhou elders who shocked the entire Tiandongzhou.

The stone elder is the first elder of the Supreme Court in Zongmen. He is in charge of the law of the entire Guangfu Mountain School. He is sentenced to law enforcement, and his grade is similar to that of the Dongzhou elders, but his authority is heavier and his strength is stronger.

He is the master of Yan Zhaoge, a rumored disciple of Guangshangshan's contemporary old master.

This gentleman is straight, and his ability to recognize himself is not as good as that of Yan Zhaoge's old man and second teacher. So he immediately quit the competition of the next head and willingly assist the new head. All of them are based on the development of Zongmen.

In fact, this stone elder is not as good as his two younger brothers, but also is a veteran master. There are a number of top powerhouses in Guangcheng Mountain, and they are well-known in the entire eight-maximum world.

Although he does not participate in the competition of the next head, the right to speak is extremely serious, that is, the old boss of the contemporary age attaches great importance to the opinions of this great disciple.

No matter who is the new head, he will almost continue to sit in the first place of the temple, a veritable Zongmen super giant.

From the current point of view, between the old and the second division of Yan Zhaoge, the master is temporarily neutral.

That Ye Jing is against his temper. If Yan Zhao is killed because of jealousy and jade, the reaction of the stone elders can be imagined.

Even if there is no evidence, it is only doubt, it may affect the perception of the other party.

Ahu continued to say: "This matter, that Ye Jing himself should not know it, and the stone elders have the heart to examine him for a while."

He glanced at Yan Zhaoge, and some of the painful words said: "You son, I am afraid you really have to take care of this leaf scene, otherwise let him die in the town of Longyuan, not you do, the black pot also wants you to recite It is."

Yan Zhao sang a grin and said: "Oh, the person with the protagonist's aura, how easy is it to die?"

"I entered the town of Longyuan, the internal and external contact is responsible for you, hard to run and run." Yan Zhao song does not care about the hand, Ahu quickly nodded to promise.

A group of people walked through the town of Longyuan, and the road opened by the blue light fireworks quickly reached the end.

Yan Zhaoge stopped his steps, took out the measuring instrument rails, lit a green candle, and lit the candlelight. He stepped into the black fog in front of him. Everyone else was in the same movement, carefully following the Yan Zhao song.

Separated from the suppression of seals, the dark fog in the environment suddenly became more and more raging, like a stormy wave hitting everyone.

If Yan Zhaoge and Ahu are in front of them, others will have candlelights and it will be difficult to stay for a long time.

"Sure enough, the chaos is a lot of suffocating, and the flow rate is much faster than in the past, obviously disturbed by some reason." Yan Zhao songs look around, the line of sight through heavy fog.

In front of my eyes, I couldn’t see my fingers. With the eyes of Yan Zhao, I could only see things in the neighborhood.

There is a vague flash of red flashing light, like the lightning in the night sky, which is a vision that has never appeared before in the town of Longyuan.

No need for Yan Zhao song to command, Ahu reached out to the palm of his hand and volleyed.

After the palm is retracted, I see a red trace in the palm of my hand. It faintly glows in the darkness. It is like a living thing, and it keeps twirling. It seems to be drilled into the flesh and blood.

"External things..." Yan Zhaoge glanced at him, his eyes suddenly sewed: "It seems that it is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster."