I have become my own son
? Listen, is this still human talk? Yang Han's
face was black.
However, from the memory of the fat man, he has already learned about the ugly faces of the Holy Land of the Four Continents.
For these forces, if he doesn't give him a little color, he really thinks that the hegemony of the Genting Heavenly Palace is blown out of his mouth?
Of course, he can also choose to go over in his own name and destroy all those sects.
It's just that it doesn't work very well.
even made the reputation of Genting Heavenly Palace stink.
On the whole, the fat man's bad idea is indeed good.
What else can Yang Han do?
He can only endure the humiliation!
Yang Han personally appeared on the stage, whether it was to save face or to watch the excitement.
In short, except for those fox clans, the entire Genting Heavenly Palace was dispatched.
For the fox clan, Yang Han had a headache.
I wanted to send them back.
But after so many years of feeding, one by one has become extremely lazy, and they have become fat balls.
What's the use of sending this kind of thing back?
What else could Yang Han do?
He could only leave them in the palace.
Of course, this palace is the Genting Heavenly Palace, not a harem.
Before the big thing happens, women are just stumbling blocks.
No, it's all female creatures, it's a stumbling block.
Yang Han believed in this concept from the bottom of his heart, especially after seeing the fat man fall in love for 10,000 years in a dream, he was even more convinced.
Dongzhou.
On the site of the original Xuanwu Sect, a sect was re-established.
Flying Immortal Sect.
The original creator is a disciple of the Heavenly Spirit Root.
When I first came to join the Xuanwu Sect, I happened to encounter a sect war.
He hid in the mountains in the distance and witnessed the whole process.
saw the scene of the Xuanwu Sect flying immortals.
Since then, he has been inspired to establish a strong sect and realize the dream of flying immortals in the whole sect.
Not to mention, through his efforts over the years, the Flying Immortal Sect has been thriving.
Today, there are more than 20 disciples of the Heavenly Spirit Root, and there is even a saint who is 16 years old and has a second weight in her infancy.
Since the canonization of the Holy Land, the Flying Immortal Sect has become more and more powerful, almost monopolizing the resources of the entire Eastern Continent.
The Flying Immortal Sect's name is Xuanwu.
This name was chosen by him himself in honor of the Xuanwu Sect.
The original name is no longer available.
After Xuanwu entered the Mahayana period, he has been living in seclusion in the back mountain of the Flying Immortal Sect.
He can't ascend at the moment.
He had to wait for the Flying Immortal Sect to have more than ten Mahayana periods before he could ascend with peace of mind.
The saint's name is Hua Lang Butterfly, not to mention her talent, but she works hard.
Even if he was 16 years old, he didn't have the tenacity to let go of his cultivation.
It's just that she encountered a bottleneck today, and she didn't break through it for ten days and half a month.
The flower and butterfly came to the back mountain to ask for advice.
It is said that this is the former burial place of the Xuanwu sect.
It's just that for some reason, even the dead are flying immortals.
Xuanwu built a thatched house here.
There are several stone benches and stone tables outside.
Seeing the arrival of the flower butterfly, Xuanwu greeted him warmly.
"See Master. "
Flowers and butterflies bow down.
"Hurry up, please.
As soon as Xuanwu raised his hand, he lifted her up in the air.
Hua Langdie is about to tell about the bottleneck she has encountered.
Suddenly, a terrifying coercion came from the sky, and several figures instantly appeared above them.
Xuanwu looked up in horror.
I saw a few people floating in the sky.
There are twelve Mahayana consummations, one late Mahayana period, and several primordial infancy periods.
Such a strong lineup immediately made Xuanwu vigilant.
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The author has something to say:
In the past few days in the test, I want to observe the data, continue to write if the data is good, and eunuch if the data is not good. I'm going to have a good meal, too. When 10,000 words are updated a day, no one reads them at all. So far, there are only more than 50 gifts, and the mentality is explosive.