Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

The sky is full of colors and colorful.

Who is in Tianwu Square?

I don't know if the top of the head is the Wushen Palace, which is like a cloud. I dare to mess around here. How dared it is.

When the sound of the explosion rang, it immediately attracted all the attention. One by one, Tianjiao Junjie, and Zongmen Daxu, all projected their sights.

The three masters of the Wushen Palace, shot hot and unrelenting.

Each of them is dedicated to martial arts, and the sky is trembling and shining. Blocking a space, the tremors of the sky are flying, the storm is everywhere.

There is a round of white tiger shadow behind it. If it is looming, it is the sorcerer of the sacred beast. These three are the great masters of Baidi City.

"This person is going to die."

Among the endless ceilings, the storm and the airflow, the face of the future will be covered, and only a vague outline can be seen.

Although I don't know who the people are, the three great masters of the Wushen Palace are from the Holy Land of Baidi.

The style and momentum between the shots, under full force, the Thunder strike, enough to kill an ordinary master.

The age of the coming people and the momentum they show are not like the masters, but how can they live?

Hey!

But when the martial arts of the three people are about to approach the man, they will scream and scream through the heavens and the earth, and the bright knives will overshadow the heavenly sun.

Night, suddenly, only a piece of knife light, as the moon is generally bright.

Nothing in the night, the moon is perfect.

Just listening to the air, the moonlight dissipated, and the three great masters were repulsed by kilometers.

The audience was stunned. One person was alone in the three great masters. Not only was he not defeated, but he also repelled the three. Who is this person?

The white figure, gently swaying, the clothes dancing, the hair flying, crossed the petals of the sky, and fell towards the high platform.

"Block him!"

Hey!

A group of people, shot from the ground, repaired at least the master-level Wu Sheng, the existence of the Grand Master level, is not a minority.

It’s really a big joke to seal the king’s ceremonies and let an outsider blatantly come in.

Dangdang, hair undulations, a knife sound like a piano sound, between heaven and earth, playing a wonderful piece of music, endless swords, and echoes with the sky.

The silhouette of the catapults was swayed by the white figure.

"Xiao Chen!"

As the distance is close, the appearance of the white figure can be seen by the naked eye. Many people look slightly changed and are surprised to call it out.

After crossing the last great master who stopped the road, Xiao Chen fell on the high platform, reached for it, and handed the waist card to the old man next to Xiahou.

Not humble, not plain, said in a plain tone: "昊天宗萧晨, the command of the king, a little late, sorry."

The old man in black looked at the name on the waist card, his face was cloudy and uncertain. He was the confidant of the Holy Lord in the White Emperor's Palace. Otherwise, he would not be handed over to preside over the Wang Shengdian.

A plain word, but completely settled the identity of Xiao Chen, the sound of screaming, ringing around the square.

"Really, Xiao Chen, he really came."

"It's not rumored that he was seriously injured by the top ten masters of the Protoss? Why is it not like that?"

On the VIP table of Tian Tianzong, Shui Lingling’s face showed a soft smile, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just come, as long as you live, everything has hope.

Xiaobai, standing with Kong Yuan and Yuan Zhen, his eyes are slightly stunned, like a pair of curved moons, his face is a happy smile.

The ghost family fell into the city, smiled lightly, this guy finally did not let her down, after all, it still came.

The full moon building is popular, the Ximen family Ximen leopard, the war genius Niu Deng and others, is slightly surprised, a little unexpected.

Under the squandering of the bureaucracy, under the heavy block, Xiao Chen still appeared on the Feng Wang Sheng Dian, as scheduled.

Some people were surprised, some were disappointed, some were happy, and some were angry.

The Protoss is indispensable, his face is gloomy, Xiao Chen is alive, and the whereabouts of the Protoss Master are unknown. There is only one result.

The great masters who had created the statues all died in the hands of Xiao Chen.

On the cadre's VIP table, the pro-disciple of the corpse of the corpse of the corpse was sentenced to death, and the descendant of the sorcerer Wang Weihua said: "This person is Xiao Chen? It is he who defeated you and Longfei on the dragon Jupiter. And the iron hand queen is fighting?"

In addition to the corpse of the corpse, there are four kings of the great emperor, each of which is a martial art king, a white bone king, a dead fire king and a ghost fire king.

In the past, there was also an iron hand king who specialized in the flesh, but the other party had already rebelled the corpse temple, not counting it.

Wei Hua’s eyes flashed a hint of killing, and he gnashed his teeth: “It’s him!”

The punishment was scornful, the corners of his mouth were slightly tilted, and he was silent, and he did not know what he was thinking.

The appearance of Xiao Chen was unexpected, and the old man in black was caught off guard. Some did not know how to speak.

"Predecessors, my identity is fake?"

The old man in black returned to God and handed his waist card to Xiao Chen: "The identity is not fake."

Xiao Chen asked faintly: "Whether the royal ceremony can begin."

Xiahou on the side sneered and laughed: "It's so absolute, can you seal the king, but there is still no conclusion. On the royal ceremony, the peers can be challenged. If you are beaten, you are the king. There is no need to continue."

Xiao Chen’s eyes condensed, turning his head and looking at Xiahou’s smile: “Xiahou brother, so confident, not as good as me, first learn and learn how to seal the king.”

Xiahou was so excited that he would open his mouth and promised that the black man next to him would hurry and say: "There is no imperative, no king."

At the same time, he said: "Don't start with him, there will be people picking up him later. When the parties come to congratulate, the Lord has arranged it properly, let him make a ugly first."

Xiahou is absolutely cold and screams, and he ignores Xiao Chen. The congratulations from all parties are a means of matching people.

The parties will send a gift, Xiahou will be self-confident, in the identity of the White Tiger Lord, no one in the Tianwu domain dare not give face.

Under the oppression of the Lord, in addition to Qi Tianzong, no one in Tianwu domain would give a gift to Xiao Chen.

When you are here, you will be in a constant contrast with the other party’s scenes.

At the beginning of the ceremonial ceremonies, the old man in black began to read, and the Xiahou’s unique achievements were screaming and the voice was very loud.

"Xiahou is absolutely, the battle is a million, and the merits are great. The Wushen Palace specially awards the title of the White Tiger King, rewards the hundred bottles of the holy medicinal herbs, one of the martial arts of the heavenly martial arts, one of the secrets of the king, and one set of the white tiger. ”

After the Xiahou extremist battles were repeated, the black man began to announce the rewards given by the Wushen Palace, which was long and worthy.

The ritual music sounded, on both sides of the high platform, there were wonderful girls, and they used to wear the white tiger armor for Xiahou.

"Flower Yunzong, Qian Yun Feng Shouzhuo's life, congratulations to Xiahou, the son of the son of the king, hereby send a gift of the best."

Xiahou was completely dressed, and the prestige was on the side.

The gift that was sent, an opening is a superb spirit, and the handwriting of Jiu Pin Zong Men is not ordinary.

Under the gift of the future, Xiahou smiled slightly, and looked at Xiao Chen with a lot of fun.

"Thousands of Xuanzong, congratulations to Xiahou, the son of the son of the king, hereby send the dragon black gold, 100,000 pounds."

"Qingshuimen, congratulations to Xiahou, the son of the son of the king, hereby sent a thousand years of black iron, 100,000 jin."

"Blood knife pavilion, congratulations to Xiahou, the son of the son of the king, hereby send a top secret treasure."

In the network of the Lord of the White Emperor, the nine-category gates in the Tianwu domain, except for the Tianzong, all sent gifts, the scene is extremely spectacular.

It lasted for half an hour, and the person who gave gifts to Tianwu domain slowly stopped.

Xiahou was absolutely smiling, deliberately smashed his hand and looked at Xiao Chen. "Xiao Xiong, this gift is too much, and the hands are a bit sour. If Xiao Xiong didn't receive any gifts, he can come to me afterwards." A few."

The old man in black smiled and said: "This is the difference between the holy land and the ordinary sect. Some people are also courageous, and they dare to seal the king with Xia Gongzi."

Xiao Chen brows slightly wrinkled, do not understand what is so good, he only cares about the title of Qinglong Wang, in addition, everything is illusory.