All Heavens: Sharing Talents with Countless Mes

The Universe Master who stopped Chu Yang was an old man. He wore a crown and a star robe, with his chest slightly exposed.

Next to him followed a dark-skinned youth from the Golden Horn tribe.

Chu Yang had seen this old man before. He was a elder in the Elder Palace.

He bowed slightly to the other party, and then said: "The elder stopped me, I wonder what's the matter?"

The elder said with a smile: "It's not a big deal. This child is called Beiqiu.

I nodded in understanding, knowing that Master also sometimes couldn't speak too clearly.

Old Barton smiled and said, "Of course, I know that the milk powder processing factory is stimulating milk production every day, but there are only so many cows. In the end, raising Holstein cows is more profitable than raising sheep.

Imagining the scenes just now, I suppressed the urge to chase after them. I knew that I couldn't hold them back and make things difficult for them, because it was already very difficult for my parents to come over.

The most terrifying power is still Xue Chengtian’s fighting spirit, the one-horned silver-armored bull. It stepped on the sky with four palms and rushed down fiercely. A dazzling light burst out from the silver-white horn, and it had the power to pierce the earth.

At this time, Luna had stopped crying, but she still didn't speak. She just kept her eyes open, listening motionlessly to Wang Yao's gentle whispers.

Wu Peining’s words made me worried. If I were on the pedestrian street, I might run into those five people.

It is precisely because of the legendary experience of the Great Emperor of Killing that the Hongmeng Daoyuan has become more famous. Some people say that the Great Emperor of Killing became a powerful Realm Emperor in just over a hundred years because of the guidance of an extremely ancient Realm God in the Hongmeng Daoyuan.

These people were stunned, thinking it was a joke, but when they saw Han Xuan's serious look, they started laughing.

Where is this place? Why does it feel so cold? I don't have any memory of such a scene, but it feels so familiar to me, as if it is a place where I used to live.

Well, grandma's cooking skills are still so good, and the food is just to my taste. Even though Zhao Mu has been working hard outside for a few years and his cooking skills are barely decent, he still feels that the food made by grandma is his favorite.

"Your Majesty, can I see the test paper?" Like the emperor, Xia Xiu's face was immediately filled with curiosity.

The moment she touched the jade Buddha, Liu Qingyu shuddered as if she was struck by lightning.

But at this moment, a roar sounded from behind the young man. Before the young man could speak, Yu Cheng hit the young man on the head with a flower pot. The young man's dagger that was stabbing at me stopped suddenly, and blood spurted out of his forehead instantly.

If he can't eat it, then his plan will be exposed, and all his previous hard work will be wasted, so Luo Fusheng has to add another layer of insurance.

It was seen that facing Wan Chi's attack, Wan Yang did not dodge, but held the blood jade folding fan that was bursting with blood-colored lightning in front of him, and actually blocked Wan Chi's attack.

"Looking for death!" Xu shouted angrily, and a majestic momentum burst out. Even the people watching from a distance felt a vague sense of inexplicable pressure, and felt a little breathless.

"No, I can't let my men take such a risk. What's more, what should we do if we meet the heroes of Wei? There are only a few hundred of us, and I guess we won't even be enough to feed them!" said the captain with lingering fear.

"Welcome back." As soon as the old man opened his eyes, he heard the voice that he missed and hated.

Then, I looked at the old man and said with a smile, "Uncle, my brother is just like that. Please bear with me. Look, what can I tattoo?" Yes, judging from the previous incident with the Marshal, this uncle is very serious about tattoos and not everyone will get a tattoo from him.

Ma Long, who knew what the poison was, admired the knowledgeable Xia Qingfeng even more, while Aimudula's face showed a look of fearless arrogance.