Resurrection of Spiritual Energy: Billions of Times Talent

Jiang Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of eyes, like a laser, two golden rays of light instantly penetrated, but the next second it recovered.

Not long after, Murong Qingyue came up and looked at him with a look of displeasure and said, "Is the anger gone now?" "

Jiang Yuan was slightly stunned, and said with a faint smile: "You really think I'm angry, I'm just worried about that kid." "

Sighed and said: "We are all old, the child is getting older, it is only a matter of time before he disobeys discipline, but it can't be up to his character, after all, you and I have come all the way from the cataclysm, you should know how terrifying those ferocious beasts are during the cataclysm." "

"The killing is impurity, like the waves of the sea, how many cities are broken, now stable, the younger generation of juniors can not feel the hardship of the beginning."

Jiang Yuan shook his head and said a few words of remembrance: "By the way, what about that kid!" "

"I went out early in the morning and said I was going to exercise." Murong Qingyue glanced at Jiang Yuan, sat beside him and said, "It's not that you want him to participate in some hundred school league, otherwise he wouldn't have to work so hard." "

Jiang Yuan snorted with his nose: "You are used to him, it is normal for young people to suffer a little, when we were the most difficult, millions of people fled south, and the bark of the trees was eaten, what kind of suffering is this, and it is not still here." "

"Yes, yes, yes, as you say." Murong Qingyue thought of it, and her eyes were a little red.

If Jiang Yuan hadn't kept everything he could eat for himself, he wouldn't have been able to eat for a long time, and the loss of qi and blood would not be so serious, resulting in insufficient potential, and he would not be able to break through the realm of martial artists for a lifetime.

Whenever she thought of this, she felt a pang of guilt and could not let go.

Jiang Yuan saw Murong Qingyue's appearance, and was about to say two words of relief, but his mobile phone suddenly rang.

I took out my mobile phone and looked at it, but it was Hong Zhen who called personally.

Murong Qingyue collected her emotions and smiled slightly: "Is it from your friend who called, and asked you to play chess, or what to do, if you are busy, go over first!" Don't keep people waiting. "

Jiang Yuan did not answer the phone, knowing in his heart what was going on, but instead looked at Murong Qingyue and said with a long sigh: "The previous things have passed, don't think so much, you don't owe me anything, it should be me who owes me." "

After that, Jiang Yuan couldn't help but say, "Haven't you felt that my daily god is mysterious recently?" Do you want to come with me, when you go, you will have all the answers. "

Staring at Murong Qingyue's eyes, she was a little moved, but finally shook her head slightly and smiled: "Forget it, I'm still cooking for the children at home!" There is also a mahjong game that I made an appointment with yesterday this afternoon! "

"You're really not going?" Jiang Yuan looked at her with a smile, pretending to be mysterious: "Today is the day when your husband and I are the generals of the four towns, everyone is watching, the news will be broadcast live, you are sure not to go." "

"Haha..."

Murong Qingyue was amused by Jiang Yuan, and gave him a blank look: "I'm old, and I still like bragging so much." "

After speaking, holding back a smile, he glanced at Jiang Yuan up and down: "Just as you are still the general of the Sifang Town, everyone is watching, and the news is broadcast live, OK... I believe whatever you say. "

"Haha..." Jiang Yuan also laughed heartily: "Forget it, I won't tell you, I'll go over first." "

As usual, Jiang Yuan put on his signature black-gray Zhongshan wear, and left the house like a little old man.

It's just that unlike before, now he has a straight waist and a thin torso that gives people a sense of competence.

At the same time, in the first ring of the city, at the gate of the Wuji Martial Arts Hall, a huge high platform has been erected, even a few feet higher than yesterday's high platform.

The high platform floor is covered with a special golden floor, and the sunlight shines down, like a layer of gold facets, which is more gorgeous and noble.

In the background of the high platform is a wooden wall, half a meter thick, carved with four figures dressed differently and whose faces cannot be seen clearly, even men and women.

But everyone knows that these four people are the real supreme overlords of the entire human world, sitting on the four continents and sheltering all mankind.

They are walking epics, carrying the lives of hundreds of millions of people

Every time a major event, such as such a news release, a statue of four people must be erected, which is both respect and awe.

At this time, under the high platform, countless reporters who arrived in advance were waiting there, and some reporters were even afraid that they would not be able to catch up, could not grab a good position, and squatted all night, dead or alive.

One camera after another, it is assumed that not far away, everyone is waiting for the Wuji Martial Arts Hall to enter.

Even the surrounding ring roads were temporarily closed, and a large number of patrols dressed in black combat uniforms were dispatched, setting up checkpoints and prohibiting all traffic.

In Haoran City, countless people have turned on the TV, eaten breakfast, drank milk, and waited.

Many people want to see the Great Master, but more people want to see if the Wuji Martial Arts Hall is real, as the grapevine says.

Add a Grand Master.

Among these people who stayed in front of the TV were Murong Qingyue and Murong Xue's mother and daughter.