On this afternoon, Luo Chen felt for the first time what it means to be looked at by everyone.

.At the Kunlun Palace, which had been in its prime for hundreds of thousands of years, with the most gorgeous moment of praise, he was scattered with a ragged and dull long sword by an unknown servant of the Medicine King Valley as a disciple of Yuezun.

Almost all literati describe the ranking competition in the morning in this way.

There are also many people who are watching the fun with the mentality of watching the fun, calling the failure of Kunlun Palace this time an accidental event, without the value of analysis and no meaning of comparison.

But it still became the capital for the world to chat after dinner.

It seems unexpected, but it is actually reasonable.

No one in the world has ever heard of the Battle of the Wasteland a hundred years ago.

That long-lasting battle, after the Moon Clan and the Ghost Clan joined the battle, almost a gorgeous turn came, and only a thousand people slaughtered all the millions of demon soldiers of the demon clan. Since then, the Moon Clan and the Ghost Clan have officially stood on the stage of the world and deserts.

It is reasonable to teach such powerful disciples to such powerful disciples.

Fu Chen did not react much to the eyes coming from all directions. He used to be the end of his eyes no matter where he walked. He had long been used to doing anything under the attention of the world.

"This is Shanhai Peak. The two senior brothers Shen Congwen and Ning Xiu who fought against the gods in the morning are disciples of Ning Yu Shangxian of Shanhai Peak." Luo Chen looked at Fu Chen's face with a smile, "Shanhai Peak has the ability to practice the aura of the earth."

These things have been buried in Fu Chen's heart for many years. When he first came to Kunlun Palace, he was still a child. The Supreme God of Chunyuan was like Luo Chen now, and he took him around the Kunlun Palace in a big circle.

Shanhai Peaks, which are good at the aura of the earth, Wuri Peaks, which are good at the aura of the sky, and Chiri Peaks, which are good at the power of destruction, are all the most basic things and cannot be abandoned at all.

Ruoshui Peak of the Pure Yuan Shangshen is a unique exception. It is good at using the power of the dragon vein, also known as Dragon Breath.

Zhao Yue naturally knew these things from the beginning. The Dragon Breath of the Pure Yuan Shangshen is the Taoist method of the Supreme Yang and the Steel that only the extremely talented imperial dragon clan can learn.

She leaned against the table and looked at the black crow standing on the other side of the table with a big ruby ​​embedded on her head, which was really difficult.

This time, Huang Quan’s letter is much thicker than every time in the past. A small bag bulged up, making Zhao Yue’s hand hang in the air and dare not fall.

The black crow didn't leave, as if she was waiting for her to express her opinions after reading it.

After hesitating and tug-of-warming for a stick of incense, Zhao Yuexin made a move, raised her hand to open the envelope, shook open a thick handful of letter paper with a thud, her eyes closed, and she almost made a plan to die.

However, after waiting for a while, nothing sounded in my mind.

She opened one of her eyes suspiciously, glanced at the front of the letter, and heard no strange sound.

This is really the sun hitting the west.

It was rare that Huang Quan’s letter did not apply magic. It was really amazing.

Zhao Yue lowered her head and roughly passed the letter page in front of her. She probably knew why there was no magic. If she read all of these more than ten pages, even Huang Quan would have to read the dying air.

This handful of letter paper is actually a reply to Zhao Yue’s previous inquiry, to see if there is any news about Huangquan about who the demon tribe wants to resurrect and whether there will be any kind of news.

On the above, within a thousand years, the famous soldiers who died in the demon clan were written on paper one by one, and even the rough death process was clearly written.

I even brought some basic analysis to briefly describe who have the significance of being resurrected and who are unlikely to be.

The more Zhao Yue read it, the more I felt that there was something in this letter. Huang Quan of the past would never do these analysis on it. In other words, Huang Quan of the past was used to sending the information Zhao Yue needed directly, and then waiting for Zhao Yue to make a judgment. It was the first time that he had brought it on for analysis like now.

She raised her eyes slightly, glanced at the black crow's alert eyeren, and laughed dryly: "I can't judge anything for a while, I'll take a look and then answer you."

The black crow seemed to have finally waited for what he wanted to hear, and opened his throat and let out a dry "ah", flapping his wings, turning into a white light, and disappearing into the vast sky.

As soon as it left, Fu Chen stood outside the door, looking at Zhaoyue who was still sitting there with less pleasure, without saying a word.

He felt very strange, and he couldn't explain why he was angry with Zhaoyue, but he was just in a panic.

I insist on why I feel so confused. Maybe it's because this woman is stubborn and too stupid. Even the god of Mo Chuan's obvious covetous appearance of her, so I feel so confused.

The fox with a low pressure effect passed by, Zhao Yue smiled and raised her foot to block his legs, with the words "Let me trip you up" on her face.

Fu Chen lowered his head, looked at Zhao Yue's long legs that were standing in front of his legs, frowned, and tilted his head incredibly to look at her face: "You are afraid you are not a fool!"

Seeing that he had returned to his usual sarcastic appearance, Zhao Yue laughed even more brilliantly, and reached out to shake Huang Quan's letter: "Hurry, come and help. Here are the names of more than a dozen demon generals in this heart, and see if there are any demons who want to be resurrected inside."

Fu Chen raised his eyebrows and took the letter suspiciously. He glanced at the letter paper and said leisurely: "How do Yue'er thinks Mo Chuan's god?"

He asked, locking Zhao Yue's expression in front of him with the light from the corner of his eyes.

She lowered her head and thought for a while, then raised her hand and held her chin, frowned and thought for a while, and smacked her lips: "When I see him, I think of the ancient emperor, it's hard to describe..."

This made Fu Chen even more curious. While looking at the letter carefully, he waited for her to continue speaking with his ears.

Zhaoyue took out the last piece of jujube crisp from the plate and took a small bite: "Although it has been more than 300,000 years, the Emperor was really impressed by the memory of studying when he twisted me. In the words of mortals, he was simply hanging his head and thorning his thighs. He was extremely strict and could be called the shadow of childhood."

Fu Chen grunted, laughed, glanced at her, and buried her: "It seems that he didn't learn anything."

After being said this, Zhao Yue thought for a long time and nodded in agreement: "If you really want to recall it, you will remember that he is extremely harsh. If you really want to say that you have learned something, it seems that there is nothing."

After glanced at her right appearance, Fu Chen couldn't help but shake her head. As she had been living her life, she relied on her spiritual temperament of the world and stood in the position of the ancient moon master all the way.

No wonder he was so stupid that he wanted to protect himself.
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