Sorry, I’ve Been Invincible for a Billion Years

　　 The eight martial arts royal families have lived for hundreds of years, like gods hanging in the air, standing high above them, looking down on everything in the world.

　　 The supreme royal family with the supreme ranking of gods is enough to be the power of a country, but even so, there is still a trace of respect for the top seniors in the world, and the face that should be given will still be given.

　　 But the martial arts royal family is different.

　　 Since entering this era, after the end of the Fenghuang dynasty, there have been no great figures of the Fenghuang level who can suppress them.

　　 Their high profile is for everyone!

　　 There is an ancient capital in the north, but in this era, in the eyes of hundreds of millions of ordinary people, it is not the long-lost imperial capital, but it is a veritable imperial capital in the world!

　　The class is different.

　　There are small and big worlds in contact with.

　　Identity is also different.

　　 Who can let the supreme royal family kneel down and worship, that must belong to the eight martial arts royal family.

　　 But who can let the martial arts royal family stay on their own?

　　 There is only one, the emperor-class peerless great figure who once suppressed the powerhouse of an era.

　　 In the eyes of countless ordinary people, their supremacy is the old people who now live in the Forbidden Pavilion, who have spent their entire lives for the country and the people, forgetting to sleep and eat.

　　Inside.

　　 In a courtyard surrounded by water.

　　 A few old people wearing plain shirts, only a pair of cloth shoes under their feet, and wrinkled faces, were drinking tea and talking.

　　 "Old Lu, how is your body these days, I don't think your complexion is so good, don't take a step ahead of us, just lift your legs and leave."

　　 "Wang Guozhu, drink your tea, I am very good!"

　　 "Alas, we five old guys don't know how many years are left to live."

hard to imagine.

　　 These old-faced, old-fashioned old people are indistinguishable from the peasants in the country who are working hard to farm.

　　 is the top authority in the world today. With a wave of his hand, millions of soldiers come to see each other. In a word, all the imperial capitals in the north and the many aristocratic families in the south of the Yangtze River must give them three points.

　　 "Pharaoh, I heard that the celestial teacher is going to seal the mountain for three months, right?" The old man sitting on the west side with a small white beard and walking on a cane suddenly asked:

　　 "Did you find out clearly? What is the reason this time?"

　　 Several people couldn't help but look at the old man named Wang Guozhu, who wears reading glasses.

　　 Since the end of the emperor era.

　　 There is no emperor to stand up and suppress the eight martial arts royal families.

　　 But.

　　 Fortunately, Longhushan Tianshifu, willing to stand on their side, otherwise, in the current dunya, I really don’t know what will happen.

　　 Ke Tianshi Mansion, this time the mountain was suddenly closed.

　　 is very different from the previous few times. Without warning, one letter was sealed for three months!

　　 "I asked, but the celestial master refused to answer. All of his disciples also don't know."

　　 As the highest person in charge of the Xiongbing Group of the special department, Wang Guozhu wanted to know why than anyone present.

"Forget it, if you have something to think about, I don't believe that the eight martial arts royal clans really dare to be restless and guarded during the three months when the celestial master is absent!" Lu Enjin, who had been ridiculed by several elderly people, was very weak. He stood up and said with a hint of anger:

　　 "It's a big deal, I spent a million and fought those eight parasites!"

　　 Hear the words.

　　 The other old people present could not help being silent.

　　On age.

　　 Lu Jin was ten years older than them. He was born in a barracks. Although he is old and weak, and can not beat when he was young, his hot temper has not changed at all.

　　 Instead, it gets bigger and bigger with age.

　　 Especially, after that...

　　 Even after decades, it is like a thorn that can never be removed. It has been stuck there. Every time they think about it, they feel very uncomfortable, angry, weak, and sad.

　　 "Old Lu, don't mention it, have you forgotten what Xia Lao asked us before he died?"

　　 The old white-bearded man with a cane sighed and said dimly:

　　 "Don't be enemies with them, we can't fight them..."

　　 "Yang Qishan, I will bother you literati, what are you afraid of!" Lu Jin snorted coldly, holding a fire in her tone, and then sat down again, gritting her teeth and said angrily:

　　 "If those eight vampires are not eliminated, how to comfort old Xia's arrival in the sky!"

　　 "How to bring China back to the top of the world!"

　　 These two or three hundred years.

　　 The bad deeds of the eight great martial arts royal families can be said to be countless. Relying on force, they manipulate the entire dunya behind their backs and deliberately play with the hard work of ordinary people!

　　 It is clear to them.

　　 Money, the word, is no longer important at all.

　　The wealth of any martial arts royal family can be worth the treasury of ten superpowers!

　　Ran, that's the case.

　　 Still have to divide up two-thirds every year, if it weren’t for the Heavenly Master’s Mansion, I’m afraid they would all be taken away!

There was once a man who was in a high position, but always put the ordinary people first in their hearts, even the clothes he wore, with all kinds of stitches, pudding, two sleeves breeze, no children, eating The elders who are stubborn with tea and rice are just trying to get back a fairness that belongs to countless ordinary people!

　　 Not afraid of life and death!

　　 swept 200,000 divisions and went straight to the south.

　　 ended up in a lower position. Before he died, he would be insulted and ridiculed by several children of the martial arts royal family who were only eight or nine years old.

　　 "You duny mortals~www.wuxiahere.com~ don’t really think we can value the money, right?

　　 "We just like it. You look at each of you like monkeys, scratching your ears, jumping up and down, but taking the pitiful appearance that we can't do anything!"

　　 The huge Forbidden Pavilion.

　　 can still remember vaguely.

　　 An old man with a face full of vicissitudes in patched plain clothes.

　　 With a thin and ordinary body, he wants to hold up a piece of sky for countless ordinary people, and fight for the high-level martial arts royal family who wears luxurious brocade clothes.

　　 high-pitched words!

　　 blood!

　　 But the exchange is still sentence after sentence, relentless sneer, contempt, and disdain.

　　 "A mere mortal, also want to be fair?"

　　 "Old things, you mortals, you should be happy to be trampled on by us, to be played by us wantonly, it's honorable!"

　　Although it has been nearly ninety years in the past.

　　 But the words and scenes of the past are always remembered.

　　 The five world leaders, including Lu Jin, Wang Guozhu, and Yang Qishan, are still fresh in their memories, their faces are full of sadness, and their eye sockets can't stop moist, as if it happened yesterday.

　　 "Don't feel sorry for me, and don't think about subverting the martial arts royal family. It turns out that I was wrong...I was wrong..."

　　 The silent ward.

　　 With an old man who has been working for the people all his life, his voice became smaller and smaller until he disappeared.

　　 That day.

　　 The entire dunya was plunged into great grief.

　　 But no one knows what the truth is.

　　Only.

　　 Lu Jin and others will always remember, in the voice, there was an extremely angry question:

　　"Are mortals destined to be played by the martial arts royal family!"