Evil King

Seeing the monkey king so funny and changing back and forth so fast, even though the snake king Qianxun was full of thoughts, he couldn't help but laugh.

In the distance, the ninth-level peak profound beasts that have just turned into human forms are dressed in red cloth, twisting their hips and chasing after me, a strong smell of wine has completely diffused in the forest of punishment...

At the same time, on a high peak far away from the crowd.

Here is an independent mountain surrounded by mountains. It is very close to Tianzhu Mountain. Surrounded by mountains and valleys on all sides, this mountain is actually a beautiful mountain. In addition to being surrounded by mountains, it is more cloudy and misty. The clouds and mist are like strips of white. Ribbon, floating in the midst of a mountain, comes and goes misty.

An elegant figure came from the foot of the mountain like a wind, and there was almost no pause from the foot of the mountain, all the way up to the top of the mountain like clouds and fog, with a wave of his sleeves, a long wind slowly came out of his sleeves, gently and slowly, But the pile of rocks in front of him suddenly turned into a cloud of stone dust without a sound. The man's sleeves were rolled, and the stone was swept out with a sound of paint, and he didn't know how far he flew out.

On the ground of the mountain top, a wide platform measuring forty to fifty feet in radius appeared out of thin air.

This person smiled slightly, grabbed both hands imaginarily, and raised it suddenly. The central part of the platform suddenly rose up from a large boulder, as if it had been placed underground. The boulder was slowly ascending, and its shape continued to undergo subtle changes. In the end, it turned out to be A small coffee table is formed, which is smooth and clean, and can be seen by others.

The man acted in the same way, and made three more armchairs beside the small coffee table. Although the grand teacher's chair is made of stone, it is extremely comfortable to sit on, and the lines are softer, just like a natural phenomenon.

The man laughed, grabbed it, grabbed a stone the size of a human head, and squeezed it easily. It turned into a teapot in an instant. The teapot will be painted with dragons and phoenixes, lifelike, I believe even a master craftsman. The kiln may not be so ingenious!

The teapot was already there, and several teacups appeared one by one. At this moment, he stopped his hand and took out a small bag from his arms. There was only a small handful of tea leaves, only that small handful of tea. That person was actually Pour it into the teapot quite carefully, and then with a move with his right hand, the snow on the top of the mountain actually flew from the void, condensed in the sky above the teapot, and then automatically turned into a puff of clear water, and poured it into the pot. , It was already full in a moment. With a wave of the man's hand, the snow in the void disappeared without a trace from the "brushing".

The man slowly sat down on the main seat of the three grand master’s chairs and held the teapot in his hands. Only for a moment, the teapot was steaming, and after a while, the water in the teapot was already gone. It completely boiled, and a strong tea fragrance floated out for a long time.

Lifting the teapot gently, first pour a cup for myself, but seeing that the tea is green in color, crystal clear, the fragrance is overflowing, and I take a sip with a faint smile on his face.

Judging from his age, this man is only in his thirties. His face is like a crown jade, his lips are red and his teeth are white, his eyes are like bright stars, his eyebrows are like distant mountains, he wears a white robe, and a light blue belt around his waist is slightly gathered, but It is even more light and gentle, and dusty.

He just sat down like this, sitting on the peak of these mountains and valleys, but it was like sitting in his own home. The harsh mountain wind blew his hair and robe, and he seemed to be riding the wind away...

Anyone who looks at it will know that this is a scholar with a transcendent appearance and a splendid mind. No one would have thought that this scholar could have such a shocking magic!

Silently, even the clouds and mist halfway up the mountain did not tremble at all. Almost at the same time, two figures appeared strangely behind the white-clothed man. It seemed that they had been standing there for a long time...

"You are here." Without looking back, the white-clothed man said faintly: "I have prepared a cup of tea. Please have a cup of tea. The tea will boil at the right time. This is the only 10,000-year-old tea plant in the fairy palace. It’s only a few taels a year, and you are blessed."

Behind him are an old man in purple robe and a middle-aged man in sackcloth, both of them are cool and handsome, looking like ordinary people who have never practiced profound arts.

The purple-robed old man who appeared after the two of them casually sat down on a grand teacher's chair. This old man with a leopard head and eyes, a burly figure, a strong physique, and a full-bearded face, suddenly glanced at him, but he was A fierce Zhang Fei also looks like a character, it seems that there is no semi-snack machine at all.

I believe that when anyone sees him at the first impression, he will definitely think that he is a reckless, impulsive and rough man. If he is said to do things as he pleases, he will not consider the consequences at all, and no one will doubt it. In short In a word, it is the most typical iconic figure with well-developed limbs and simple mind.

But such a person is actually the owner of one of the three big Sacred Lands, the lord of the dream blood sea: Huyan Aobo!

This person must not be underestimated!

Anyone who dares to underestimate this "crude" man will pay a heavy price. If he is not dead, he will eventually surrender to his hands. Any smart person who looks so shrewd, careful, and cautious is no exception!

This is not a rare thing. If he is really a brainless person, how can he lead the dream blood sea of ​​one of the three Sacred Lands?

If you must give a comment, Huyan Aobo is definitely an iconic figure who pretends to be a pig and eat a tiger!

"Mo Wudao, you little white face, bah, you old white face... Well, what should I say about you, old boy! Two hundred years ago, you were such a virtue of a white-faced scholar, and it is still like this now, daddy It hurts to see you! You have such a small-faced virtue, do you want to go out to seduce a good woman? You are a shameless object, you have to have one that hasn't been used for a hundred and eighty years! Can it still be used? ?"

Hu Yan Aobo picked up a cup of tea and said carelessly. While despising Mo Wudao, he swallowed the tea in one gulp, and then exhaled comfortably: "Wannian tea tree... it's really extraordinary... it's delicious..."

"The concealer can't tell me, everyone doesn't know who, Huyan Aobo, can you please not show your rogue face in front of us? In fact, everyone knows that your old man is very sinister and deliberately in front of us. The pretentiousness is laughable and generous." The white-clothed man smiled lightly, and raised the teapot: "You said I'm an old white face. How many years have you been there to pretend to be a gangster or a villain? Everyone has already seen it. I'm very bored. Old Xier, do you think this is the reason!?"

"Whoever says no, everyone knows that'Mr. Hong Chen' is a hypocrite, and it is appropriate to look like a white-faced scholar with a little white face. It is exactly what you are. But your'Aotian Venerable' Huyan Aobo is a downright young man. Man, it happens to be so excessive. He thinks he grows so tall and he deliberately keeps a bunch of big beards, so he can pretend to be a savage. In fact, who can he hide from his sinister and despicable face? This, at least. I knew it two hundred years ago."

The Maiden, who hurt the two of them as soon as he opened his mouth, sat down leisurely, held up a cup of tea in a gentle manner, first leaned against his nose, sniffed deeply, and then took a sip and closed his eyes. After savoring it for a while, he sighed: "It is indeed a good tea, a good tea! It leaves the fragrance in the teeth, and the aftertaste is endless. Drinking this wonderful tea, closing your eyes, is it better than facing a hypocrite and a real villain. Feel good!"

On his head, he wore a gleaming golden crown, shining in the sun, as if adding another golden rainbow to this mysterious mountain peak!

"Xi Ruochen, are you a good bird!" Huyan Aobo said angrily: "'Golden Crowned One' Xi Ruochen! Hahaha, you put on a crown every day and hide in the Supreme Golden City to dominate the king, who is actually everyone? I don’t know, how many years ago you were a seller of straw sandals!"

This man in sackcloth turned out to be the lord of the three great Sacred Land supreme golden cities: Xi Ruochen, the King of the Golden Crown!

As for the man in white, he is naturally the lord of the Escape Immortal Palace: There is no way for a gentleman in the red dust!

In this cold winter weather, the masters of the three major Sacred Lands gathered here, but for what?

Hearing Huyan Aobo’s ridicule, Xi Ruochen didn’t get angry, but smiled faintly with squinted eyes, shrugged his shoulders, and said with interest: “This reminds me of an interesting event from many years ago. , I remember that Huyanaobo lost his bet after drinking, um, I forgot what bet he made. I just remember that he was standing in front of the two of us, scratching his head and arrogantly saying: The slave house is Huyanaobo... Everyone said that the slave's Bo is very proud...Look at you two, are you really proud? If this matter is promoted in a dreamy blood, I believe it will be very exciting."

He learned the tone of a brothel's laughter, and said this paragraph seemingly casually. After speaking, he burst into laughter.

Mo Wudao laughed, clapped his hands, and looked overjoyed.

Hu Yan Aobo's face turned purple instantly, and he furiously said: "Everyone had already said it at that time, and you can't mention it again, but why did you say it again? You think that what you have said is fart Nothing?"

Mo Wudao said happily: "This is retribution. Who told you to expose his old bottom and say that he sells straw sandals? This is originally your own responsibility, so how can you blame people, isn't it Old West?"

Huyan Aobo snorted, and said, "You two are not good things! That time you met in a mess because of your embarrassment and embarrassed the old man? You can't wipe your shit, so I am embarrassed to say to me!"

"This time we didn't deliberately embarrass you. We are really curious." Xi Ruochen smiled and said, "Hu Yan, you old boy also asked if Mo Wudao's objects can be used. In fact, we have always been very good at it. I am curious about where you are? Where are you? But this time the old man finally understands. You are more than 300 years old, and you have a son who is less than fifty years old. Sure enough, it is the place where the recess is. The place is so awesome, admire it, hahaha..."

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