Super Dragon Cultivation System

The ancestors without eyebrows in the holy sword are dazzling and self-conscious.

Shame! What a shame!

The old man ’s face has left all your unfilial disciples!

"Hey……"

Zhang Xing sighed, his face couldn't move.

"I didn't expect you to be such a heavy (love) person, and I am deeply moved by Zhang Xing."

"That being the case, then ... I promise your request!"

Hearing Zhang Xing's voice, the words of righteousness, Wan Zhongshan and other people ecstatic.

The young man was really confused, a ray of sorrow, a ray of love, and a few tears took him down.

"Thank you Zhang Men for forgiving me! I appreciate it!"

A dozen people worshiped Zhang Xing.

Before waiting for Zhang Xing to be polite, they all stood up anxiously.

Staring at the holy sword in Zhang Xing's hand.

Zhang Xing was very disdainful of their gestures, but he had to pretend to be a reluctant expression.

He held the sword in his right hand and wiped it with his **** (sh 身 n).

After the third breath, Wan Zhongshan saw Zhang Xing still wiping the sword repeatedly (body sh n), and there was no meaning to return it, and she was anxious.

"Master Zhang Men, please follow me to the Shanmen Treasury. If you need anything, just take it."

"Of course, even if the entire treasure house is given to you, it is not worth your love."

Want to come in Wanzhongshan, quickly let Zhang Xing pick some exotic treasures to distract his attention.

Even if Zhang Xing wanted to repent, he was embarrassed to take away the Holy Sword.

Zhang Xing nodded silently, holding a sword flower in his right hand, let the sword (body sh n) stick to his arm, slowly raised his right hand, the sword handle was facing Wan Zhongshan.

Wan Zhongshan was excited. He thought Zhang Xing was about to return the Holy Sword.

Just wanted to come forward to pick it up, but heard Zhang Xing said: "Lead the way!"

Ga!

A (hot r) frustrated back.

Wan Zhongshan almost bleeds.

hateful! Boy, you make me play!

However, Zhang Xing did not seem to pay attention to his watch (qingqing), his eyes remained on the holy sword.

Wan Zhongshan knew he was more and more irritable.

He grinned awkwardly.

"Master Zhang, please follow me!"

More than a dozen people shuttled between the mountains, flew through the defensive arrays, and walked out of hundreds of thousands.

Finally, he stopped at a humble mountain of garbage.

Then, Wan Zhongshan took out all kinds of strange keys and entered through the hidden stone gate at the foot of the garbage mountain.

Then through countless sleepy arrays (shasha arrays) and magic arrays, they came to an underground palace (dian di n) full of simple atmosphere.

"Master Zhang Men, this is the myriad of treasures accumulated over the past millennium. You can choose whatever you like."

Wan Zhongshan said proudly.

Immediately afterwards, his gaze turned to the holy sword in Zhang Xing's hand.

"Master Zhang Men, can you show me the ancestor's holy sword first?"

"You know our heart at this moment (love qing), hey! How do you say ..."

When Wan Zhongshan racked his brains and thoughts, he felt a shadow floating in front of him.

He subconsciously made a defensive posture, and his fighting spirit soon came and struck the shadow.

boom!

Pedal Pedal!

Wan Zhongshan only felt a shock (body sh n), his foot was unstable, and he was retreated by a strong force.

An angry heart was about to strike.

But seeing the holy sword floated in front of his eyes.

His eyes narrowed instantly, bigger than ever.

"Holy Sword is back!"

Wan Zhongshan was trembling (sh n), and he had the urge to cry.

But I tried to hold back.

He trembled and stretched out his hands, greeted him respectfully.

It wasn't until he caught the holy sword with both hands and raised his head that he slowly exhaled a spit.

Holy sword in hand, I have it all over the world!

Wan Zhongshan suddenly felt like he was floating.

All previous efforts were not wasted, whether it was whispering or kneeling in disgrace, it was worth it.