The two who had not met for a moment had met before they first met too late.

Although Jun Mo has made countless heroes, because of his noble status, others often have as much concern when talking to him as flattery. If you are heartbroken, you can't even think about it. The status of the Great Wilderness Palace in the Western Regions of the Desert is as good as Qingyun Mountain in Huizhou. Even no matter how rebellious a person is, he must maintain enough awe in the face of a huge creature with nearly a thousand years of power, and be careful not to step over the line.

The chief of the female gun fairy who advocates the practice of war instead of cultivation was sharpened with iron and blood. No one was willing to use the big head on his neck to figure out the true nature in his heart.

This Tian Xiufeng Sword Cultivator, who was not elegant but was extremely down-to-earth, really looked at his taste. Jun Mo, who had been in battle many times, had a good eye for him, and he could see clearly what kind of sharpness was hidden under Chang Xi's gentle face.

Although he didn't know what the secret of Chang Xi's palm that pushed Feng Xue away in the finale of the first day, when Chang Xi bent down to feed the Golden Eagle, he accidentally exposed the tragic scars on his body. He saw it, and this was also a master who was holding a ruthless heart.

He became more and more sympathetic.

Jun Mo, who loves guns as if he is alive, leaned against the green plum wine and said with a smile: "This time, the five sects gathered together in Qingyun, but it's a pity that Chief Kunlun and Chief Tianyong City have never come with their elders, otherwise it would have been a big eye-opener for Junior Brother Chang."

Seeing Chang Xi's inquiring eyes, the petite woman, the only daughter of the Wanxian Sect's sect leader, was shaking her chest with a plump face, and she pointed at her with a proud face, leaving only the big words "Chief Disciple of Wanxian Sect" engraved on her forehead.

Chang Xi sat on his left leg and Tianhuang's right leg and sat on his little medicine. He finally helped the two little guys who had enough food and drink to clean their mouths. He looked up and asked curiously: "Why do the four sects have chief disciples, but Qingyun Mountain does not?"

Huangfu Youlian snatched Jun Mo's words and said, "Mom told me that you Qingyun Mountain has several peaks with different practice techniques. It is difficult to choose a disciple who can convince Jiufeng. So you simply do not stick to the ordinary chief system."

Looking at Chang Xi's desire to speak but stop, Jun Mo asked with a smile: "Junior Brother Chang thinks that our four sects only have the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul Realm, which is a bit inconsistent with the name?"

Chang Xi scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed. He didn't expect Jun Mo to speak so quickly, but his straightforward and unpretentious temperament was quite in line with his appetite.

Jun Mo waved his hand and said, "In fact, the so-called chief of a sect does not refer to the person with the highest cultivation level among his disciples. If that were not the case, wouldn't it be that whoever was born early and who practiced early can take advantage of the title of chief easily?"

Chang Xi deeply agreed that although those who respect the enlightened ones in the immortal world are the first, not everything is based on the cultivation level. If you want to become the chief of a sect, you must pass numerous selections, and the most important one is potential.

Jun Mo held the green plum wine and lay on his knees, his movements almost as if the female spear across the Western Regions had a lingering look like a woman who was traversing the Western Regions. The spear tip and tail crossed the air had an indescribable and wonderful charm. The chief disciple of the Great Wilderness Hall, with handsome eyebrows, spoke slowly.

"I went to the Great Wilderness Palace to learn guns since I was a child, and asked with guns. After a few years of military career, my practice was on the right track and I awakened the two spiritual roots of the Golden Thunder. Although they were not as pure as the single spiritual roots, they were better because the Golden Thunder Spiritual Roots could complement each other, and they could barely learn the Master's Overlord Spear by five or six points. Then I became the chief under the support of the fellow disciples."

Huangfu Youlian was obviously aware of Jun Mo's roots and giggled, "Nonsense, you obviously relied on the military achievements you saved a little bit in the Northwest Wilderness to become the chief. Even the daughter of the Lord of the Great Wilderness Hall was abducted by you, why don't you say it?"

Jun Mo smiled sincerely and said, "Junior Brother Chang is a real person. Those things that Chen Guzi has rotten sesame seeds are useful to brag about with others. These things can't scare Junior Brother Chang who has experienced many battles. If I can kill the great cultivators of the Ten Thousand Demons in the Transformation Realm, I might be able to regain some of the situation."

"The daughter of the Lord of the Great Wilderness Palace...is it the Great Wilderness treasure that is known to be able to beat the thousand-pound drums with a weak woman's body and mobilize thousands of troops with a poem about the Great Wilderness?" Chang Xi thought for a long time and suddenly said in shock.

Jun Mo said with great sincerity: "It's right, it's Zhujing."

Chang Xi took a breath of cold air. Mr. Jun Mo was so powerful that he became the chief. He also led the five sects of the Great Wilderness Palace as his wife. He was able to say that he had achieved the peak of his life that the world cultivators could not envy.

The daughter of the leader of the Wanxian Sect pointed to Jun Mo's spear that was like a lover's flashing cold light and said, "This spear called Qingmei Wine is the name given by his wife, and it is said to be used to remember the beautiful memories of their childhood sweethearts."

The beautiful love story turned into a handful of cold dog food stuffed in his mouth. Huangfu Youlian puffed up his cheeks and made a dry retching look, "It's so sour, so so sour, every time I think of the stories of the two of them, I feel confused. The gun of Qingmei Wine is worthy of its name, it's really sour."

After stuffing a handful of dog food, Jun Mo smiled and said to Chang Xi: "Junior Brother Chang, just from the outside, can you tell why Huangfu Youlian is in the chief position?"

When Chang Xi heard this, he turned his head and looked at the chief of the Wanxian Sect carefully. He was so eager to survive that he looked at it for a long time and he hesitated: "Is it because it's very beautiful?"

Huangfu Youlian smiled when he heard this: "What are you talking nonsense about the truth?"

Chang Xi deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Is it because his breasts are very big?"

Unfortunately, the silly and sweet chief of Wanxian Sect has never been told in person because of his respect for his identity. He was stunned for a moment and didn't know what attitude he would take to deal with it.

"What he meant was to praise me, right? Since he was praising me, why did I want to hit someone?" Huangfu Youlian was full of entanglement and couldn't figure it out.

It is rare to have the opportunity to tease a daughter of a sect leader in the five sects in person. Jun Moqiang suppressed his smile and said, "Does Junior Brother Chang know about Kua'e?"

Chang Xi nodded and said, "But refer to the immortal Kua'e who moved away the Wanrentian Peak in front of the gate in ancient times?"

Jun Mo nodded.

Chang Xi looked at Huangfu Youlian, who was harmless, and finally there was an unconcealed shock in his eyes. Could it be that this petite-looking woman was actually a Kua'e bloodline with a huge burden?

Jun Mo smiled and said, "Youlian, don't you show your hands?"

The petite woman's delicate nose wrinkled, and slowly took out a sledgehammer that looked like a golden gourd from the storage bag specially made by her mother. The sledgehammer was golden and round, and it was not easy to see what material the golden hammer was. The densely engraved restricted patterns on the hammer were enough to let others understand how valuable it was.

But what made Chang Xi laugh and cry was that the owner of the Golden Hammer, which was so rich that the aura of wealth seemed to dislike these ban patterns that were as rich as the stars. The hammer was covered with various colorful sticker patterns, which looked like a strong feeling of a woman's boudoir.

"Here, this is my favorite ingot gold gourd hammer, so I'll lend it to you and take a look."

Seeing Huangfu Youlian handing over with a golden hammer as if nothing had happened, Chang Xi carefully reached out to take it, but unfortunately he was not careful about the cunning curve of the woman's mouth.

The moment he took the ingot golden gourd hammer, Chang Xi felt that his palm was suppressed by the mountain.

The golden dragon ink-wash phantom, which was as solid as the essence, entrenched behind the back in a moment, and the golden blood roared a hundred feet of waves and roared continuously. A hundred thousand kilograms of powerful force erupted in the right arm and right palm.

The scene of the strange phenomenon naturally attracted the attention of dozens of pairs of eyes of my deskmate. The majestic and solemn phantom of the golden dragon looked down on the world, and everyone was shocked. Seeing this scene, Yu Qianqian's legs started to sway uncontrollably.

Chang Xi's eyes were red and his arms were bulging, and the 100,000 kilograms of huge force that could break the river in his palm seemed to sink into the sea at this moment. No matter how hard he tried, he could not lift the ingot golden gourd hammer, even a slight slight, he could only barely maintain the golden hammer not to hit the ground.
Chapter completed!