Mr. Wenshi?

The leaders of the beggars behind Porter were upset, and this evaluation was too high.

"leader!"

Geng Chenglong was shocked and couldn't help but speak: "You have a high opinion of it? I admit that he is taller than us, but at most he is Zhang Sanfeng and Damo, and will never be as high as Laojun, Confucius and Mencius, and Sakyamuni?"

In the ten years of the Great Dream, there are many rumors about An Qisheng's identity. Some people say that he is a Taoist of the royal family of a certain generation, and some people even speculate that he is the founder of the royal family.

But no matter what, he was just a "dream veteran" who came into it first by himself.

It is respectable, but how can it bear such an evaluation?

"Civilization may be stagnant, but until now it is progressing layer by layer. How can it not be as good as the ancients? Even if the dream of royal power is a major change that is rare in a thousand years, it may be the first among billions of people and far surpass them, how can one not be called a saint?"

Potter said, turning around and walking down the tower: "My fate with you is over, and today we should be separated."

"Leader, you can't go!"

Geng Chenglong took a step forward and reached out to grab it, but how could he hold Potter?

I could only watch Porter float down the tower, his back gradually drifting away: "There are times when fate begins and destructions are sometimes seen today, and from the present moment, the scenery stops!"

"leader!"

The others also shouted, chasing them, but they disappeared from Potter's back.

Finally stopped, but did not have the courage to meet An Qisheng.

But when they look at each other, they will inevitably feel shock in their hearts. What did Potter see that he will give up everything and go forward?
Chapter completed!