The person carrying the bucket is a woman in her early twenties. She is very hot and tall. She is just unkempt and has a black mole the size of a pigeon egg under the corner of her eye and on the edge of her nose. This mole is her natal mole. , removing the mole will lead to death and make the person look a little ugly.
At this time, he hurriedly threw the bucket and knelt down, and said in a pitiful Yujie voice: "Brother Wang, calm down, I know I was wrong, I won't dare to do it next time!"
Yuanwu When Zhu saw the child his father had drunkenly had with a big starry sky demon named Bifang, she became angry for no reason and scolded: "This guy is half The body of a demon is incomparably beautiful, but as a result, you are as ugly as a ghost. The key is that you don't care about cleanliness, and you still have evil moles on your face. Why don't people like you die? You know Qiqi Liang? What does the word mean? In the ancient language of Starry Sky, it means offal. "
He waved his sleeves and strode away.
“Send it to Brother Wang!”
Yuan Qiqi bowed and paid homage. He didn't raise his head until Yuan Wu Zhu had gone far away. A cold look appeared in his peach blossom eyes under the black mole, and he softly shouted: "Bagua Diagram!"
"Host, I'm here!"
A ripple appeared around her, faintly revealing a gossip picture that only she could see.
Yuan Qiqi asked: "Among the Lords of Jingtian who came this time, are there any interesting people, younger and more beautiful? I want to marry, and I thought that my great heroine would be like this What a damn start, I don’t want to stay in this damn place for a moment!”
“Please wait!”
The Eight Diagrams picture was spinning around, "After screening, there are thirty-nine suitable candidates!"
Yuan Qiqi frowned: "Select some more!"
The Eight Diagrams picture was spinning again: "There are three people. Gongsun Bonan, the lord of Hutu Realm, is 14,000 years old and in the late imperial realm; Meng Jun, the lord of Mengchuan Realm, is 29,000 years old and is in the late imperial realm; Fulong Xin Zhuo, the Lord of Realm Heaven, is 2,900 years old and in the middle stage of the Imperial Realm.
These three are all very handsome, with good figures, strong abilities, good character, and motivation. A man with a heart!"
Yuan Qiqi's face turned red, and he was stunned again: "What? Who is he in the middle stage of the imperial realm who is less than three thousand years old?"
The Bagua diagram turned around: "He is a person with a very strange way of practicing. He can fight with ordinary late-stage emperors!"
Yuan Qiqi's eyes lit up: "Where is his realm?"
The Bagua Tu said: "In the easternmost wilderness, there are about fifty main stars! "
Yuan Qiqi shook his head, a little disappointed: "It must be very boring and has limitations on development. Alas, wait a little longer. I hope this bastard Yuan Wuzhu won't force me, otherwise I took his throne away!”
……
The rain has not stopped, and the ancestor of Heishui, Bai Ze, and Old Man Long are copying down the rough specifications and the number of masters of more than 500 realms. Xin Zhuo has nothing to do, picks up the umbrella of the ancestor of Heishui, walks out of the room, and walks along the corridor. I was wandering around and unknowingly came to a rockery on the left. Next door was the courtyard of another Lord of Heaven.
While silently watching the rain in a daze, he suddenly found a pair of eyes staring at him. He looked over in surprise and found a man in white standing on the roof of the yard opposite. He looked about thirty years old, with his hands behind his back. , handsome and handsome, the rain falling three feet away from him spreads out on its own, just a pair of eyes looking at him, full of scrutiny and doubt.
Xin Zhuo nodded.
The man was even more confused, with a trace of nostalgia and attachment in his expression, and asked: "My Taoist friend, what is your surname?"
Xin Zhuo said: "Your surname is Xin."
The man hesitated for a moment and then said, "Do you know a woman named Ji?"
Xin Zhuo frowned, what does this mean?
The man smiled, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, it's Meng Lang. My fellow Taoist looks a lot like my beloved wife, alas!"
Xin Zhuo suddenly felt something in his heart: "My Taoist friend's surname is Meng?"
The man was stunned for a moment: "Yes, I am Meng Jun, the Lord of Mengchuan Realm!"
Xin Zhuo's face darkened. Who is this old lady's lover? He does look like Ji Jiuwei, in his past life, and in this life as well. It's hard to say whether it's destiny, but no son will have a good impression of his mother's boyfriend when he sees her.
Not to mention that the emotions in my heart are difficult to accept, that is, I have become someone's stepson inexplicably...
Meng Jun smiled: "How do fellow Taoists know that my surname is Meng?"
After thinking for a while, he tried to ask: "You should It can't come from the real world, otherwise there's no such thing as a coincidence in the world. Your eyes, nose, and mouth are all exactly the same as my beloved wife's. "Who is your beloved wife?"
Xin Zhuo couldn't control his emotions and became furious.
“Swish, swish, swish…”
The ancestors of Blackwater and Bai Ze appeared in a flash, with majestic momentum, and they had the urge to kill first if they disagreed.
There were actually three or five people who came out from behind Meng Jun. One was in the late stage of the Imperial Realm, and the rest were in the middle stage of the Imperial Realm.
However, compared with each other, Meng Jun's side is much weaker.
The two sides were at war with each other for a moment, and the sky was filled with rain and wind, forming a terrifying scene of dragon's breath.
People from the various courtyards near and far rushed out to watch.
The Meng Jun waved his hand and signaled his men to step back, and faced Xin Zhuo directly with a sad look on his face: "I know, you are Xin Zhuo, also known as Jiang Yuqing, the son of Jiu Wei. He mentioned you, I am more than a hundred I went to that real world years ago, but unfortunately the Great Emperor and the Immortal Emperor have left and cannot enter..."< br>
As he spoke, he was suddenly startled, as if he had just come to his senses: "Huh? When did you come out? What level of cultivation do you have? Lord of Jingtian?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly looked at me again. He bowed to a certain place and said: "Jiang Yuqing, please continue when you have time!"
Disappeared in a flash.
Xin Zhuo watched silently, the anger on his face disappearing.
The Blackwater Ancestor asked in confusion: "Why is the Realm Lord angry?"
Xin Zhuo shook his head: "It's okay not to mention the old things!"
Turn around and look He winked at a few people in the room. They understood, walked back to the room together, and bowed deeply: "I have met the Qinglong Ancestor!"
I saw an old man with white hair and beard sitting on the chair where Xin Zhuo was sitting before. His aura was hidden, but he had the pressure to suppress the Eight Desolate Star Seas. He was none other than Old Qinglong, one of the three overlords. Ancestor?
Although they are both in the late imperial realm, the three ancestors of Heishui are as weak as children in front of this person.
Behind the Qinglong Patriarch, there was a woman standing, it was Miss Lingyan, the daughter of the Blackwater Patriarch, with a sneer on her face.
“No need to be polite!”
The Qinglong Ancestor stretched out his hand to fetch the teacup, poured himself a cup, and took a sip without looking at Xin Zhuo, but just looked at the Blackwater Ancestor Said: "Heishui, long time no see, you gave me a good apprentice!"
Ancestor Blackwater said politely: "Ancestor has given you the reward, it is also the good fortune of this child!"
Ancestor Qinglong nodded, and finally looked at Xin Zhuo: "You kid, how can you be so virtuous, living in the East secretly? The seven realms facing the barbaric land?”
The expressions of Ancestor Heishui, Bai Ze and Old Man Long changed when they heard this.
Xin Zhuo smiled and sat aside: "May I ask the ancestor of Qinglong, what virtue and ability do you have to live in the Qinglong realm?"
"Master of the realm." Heishui The ancestor reminded in a low voice.
"Hahaha..."
Ancestor Qinglong looked up to the sky and laughed, his eyes already cold: "Based on me practicing for 80,000 years and killing for 80,000 years, relying on the number of masters under my command, and relying on me on Tianyuan battlefield Three in and three out, come out alive”
Xin Zhuo waved his sleeves: "With eighty thousand years of cultivation, you are so embarrassed!"
"You are bold!" Miss Lingyan was furious, "Do you know who you are talking to? ?”(End of this chapter)