Ancient Godly Monarch

The voice of the North Mongol Moon instantly shifted the attention of the crowd to Qin Wentian. The Princess of the Moon personally descended. She took the hand of Li Yufeng, and countless people were shocked. Li Yufeng is the Son of the Holy Spirit.

At this moment, the North Princess of the Moon is holding Li Yufeng, while standing in front of Qin Wentian, treating him equally, who is he?

Even in the words of the North Ming Dynasty, it seems that there is still a bit of joke-like self-deprecation.

"I am looking for me directly. Do I dare not accept you as the great demon?"

What kind of young people can be able to stand up to such a joke in the North, and it is also very interesting to call him in the North, and the Big Devil.

Qin asked what he had done, and he was called the Great Devil by the North.

Moreover, Li Xiaofeng just said that it was because he saw Qin Wentian here, all he came over, and in a moment he could cause the Holy Spirit to pay attention to the Holy Son and personally come, and he attracted the name of the Princess of the North Ming Dynasty. He Who is it?

At least, it is also the same level of existence, this level, not only in the realm, but also in the background of talent.

If you only say the realm, the people here, there is not much lower than the realm of Li Yufeng and Bei Ming.

Duanmu’s heart has been numb. If Li Xiaofeng was not enough to be offended before, then at this moment he gradually became desperate. He offended Qin and asked Tian, ​​but he was more embarrassed than offending Li Yufeng.

Now, the words of Princess Bei Ming are undoubtedly announced to him, no matter who offended, he can not afford it.

Everyone in the family shivered, even if it was lying on the ground, Wan Qingshan, which was trampled by Qin Wentian. At this moment, he had no anger and humiliation, and some had despair.

The ironic words he had said before Qin Wentian seemed to be still there, and those words would become his reminders.

"The big devil?" Qin asked Tian did not think so much. He heard that the North Ming Dynasty month was a little funny to him, shrugged and shrugged: "I came to the North Mingxian Dynasty for trials, just met. The North Mingxian Mountain opened, and it is also a coincidence that the person who presided over the event happened to be you. If I knew it early, I would not be crowded in the crowd, and I was threatened to let me roll, even my life."

Qin Wentian’s casual words fell in the ears of Muqiu and Duanmu and Wanjia’s ears. It was just a thunderstorm. Before Qin’s question was just a 'little person', no one would care about his words, or even say some madness. The proud words are still humiliated, but now, every word of hiss really determines the lives of these people around him, life and death.

"Is it wrong to say that the Great Devil? When you went there, you could make the trepidation tremble and set off a storm." North Mingdue smiled and said: "At that time, compared with you, I am in the North. Princess, but it seems unremarkable."

"Before being beaten by this guy, I felt very faceless. I always wanted to find him. But I found out that it seems that I still can't win. As a saint of the sacred religion, I feel very embarrassed. Li Xiaofeng shook his head and smiled. He still couldn't see Qin Qiaotian, but in the most sensational battle in the Heavenly Ancestral Hall, Qin Wentian and the Emperor killed the battle to such a fierce degree. Li Xiaofeng knew that he It is impossible to do.

What's more, he knows that at the foot of the Magic Mountain, Qin Wentian, defeated the Emperor in the First World War, and under the King of the Kings, those who can overcome him, I am afraid that the vast and endless fairyland is hard to find.

"This guy, who is it?"

"The princess of the moon and the sacred son of the sacred sacred sect is like a joke, but in the joke, it is faintly thought that he is not as good as Qin, this guy, how terrible it is..."

The reputation of the Princess of the Moon is not only by virtue of beauty, but Li Yufeng can become a saint of the sacred religion. It is undoubtedly based on absolute talent. However, such two people are in front of the crowd who are not eye-catching. , sighs and techniques are not as good as him, how to not let people tremble inside.

"You don't want to kill me here." Qin asked the day and smiled and shook his head. "I haven't seen you for many years. I have met your enviable monks here. Would you like me to have a few drinks?" ”

"Of course, after dealing with the things here, I will go to the high platform with me. I will do my best to the landlord." North Mong Yue smiled and nodded.

Their conversation is like a dialogue between old friends. It is plain and unpredictable. Qin’s tone is still the same, indifferent, even if the person standing opposite is the princess who is out of reach.

I thought before I humiliated Qin Wentian to deliberately disguise such an indifferent tone to speak to Duanmu, in order to raise myself, the face of Wanjia people is burning, talking to Duanmu, need to be pretending to be indifferent? Even if he is talking to the North, he is still such a calm, truly proud person, no matter who he is facing, because he does not need to look up at anyone, and can calmly see it.

The Wanjia people only understood at this moment that the heart was like a knife, and Wan Yao had no time to look directly at Qin Wentian, the young man who stood in front of the princess.

As for the pastoral, it seems that they have been forgotten by the three of them, and even a fairy goddess is there, and they are all ignored. What kind of gesture is this?

As if in their view, Muqiu is simply a trivial person. As for the fairy tales of the Emperor, it is just a fairy tales. The Emperor's deity will come, perhaps to let them pay attention to it.

"puff."

A soft scream came out, and the pupils of the people suddenly contracted and their hearts trembled.

Duanmu family master Duanmu Xiu, this moment, he confronted Li Yufeng and Qin Wentian, and left.

The proud Duanmu son, he suddenly fell to the ground, and immediately, facing the front of the girl, said: "Duan Muxiu has no eyes, the previous words collided with two, but fortunately have not cast a big mistake, but also look at the princess and the two forgiveness, If there is a request, Duanmu Xiu will be in a hurry and wait to be sent."

Duan Muxiu experienced a very difficult inner struggle before he pleaded for mercy. He was as proud as him. This ruin completely destroyed his self-esteem, but the three men’s conversations before that made Duanmu Xiu really feel this. What kind of characters are the three people? They don’t care about the life and death of Mu Qiu. Of course, they don’t care about him. A fairy emperor is in front of them, and they all ignore it.

He wants to live, to leave here alive, and only to beg for mercy.

Mu Qiu, Duan Muxiu, two proud people, now, the pastoral life hanging a line, Duanmu Xiu, pleading for mercy.

Before, their proud gestures seemed to reverberate in the minds of thousands of people. They regarded them as the people in the cloud, and when they went home with a word, they let the arrogant figure of Wanjiatian’s arrogant woman Wanmao’s heart sway. In front of Qin Qiaotian, where she despised, she sighed and prayed for Qin’s forgiveness.

She once said that Qin asked the same characters as the ants, and Duanmu, the strongest in the cloud, only need to step out one foot, and Qin will be able to break the bones.

She once said that Qin Wentian, a low-lying person, does not know the height of the earth.

Who is it, low!

Who is the person above the cloud, unattainable!

Sometimes, the characters above the cloud are not inaccessible. He may appear beside you. However, they are so hard to be ignored by you, and even humiliating and ironic, as if you want to attach all the contempt to each other. Body.

Sometimes, those arrogant characters are not necessarily arrogant. When they face higher people, they will squat and lower their heads.

On this day, the people of Wanjia deeply realized what it means to have no eyes.

"Qin brother decided?" said the moon princess said to Qin Wentian.

Qin asked the calm look of Duanmu on the ground, and did not have the triumph when he got the momentum. For him, he always looked very light, Duanmu was very proud, so his words were not good, but at this moment, his pride must have been shattered.

In fact, there is no need for him to do anything, Duanmu, I am afraid that it will be difficult to raise his head in the future. This embarrassment requires his dignity.

"Roll!" Qin asked Tian to lift a palm and wave it out. A loud bang, Duanmu’s body rolled out, and there was a clear five-fingerprint on his face. Qin asked Tian to ask for his life, but Duanmu Xiu’s heart at the moment Pain is no worse than death.

He really rolled, the dingy roll left here, his life saved, his self-esteem was lost, and in the future, he will no longer be the former Duanmu.

Qin Wentian certainly understands that Duanmu Xiu’s life is in the palm of his hand, but he finally put the other side, the Northern Ming Dynasty is a ruling party, and the Duanmu family is a fairy emperor, plus the shepherd, the two emperors I am afraid that the influence is also amazing. Although the Northern Ming Dynasty will not care about the attitude of the Emperor, however, Qin Wentian still has to consider for the North Ming Dynasty, killing a shepherd, it is enough, Duanmu is relatively no animal husbandry so People are disgusting, then they will not let him die.

"Hey." Muqiu also squatted down at this moment. Qin asked Tian to look at him in disgust. Before he did something to the confidant, he was enough to die.

"You are embarrassed, it is useless." Qin asked the day calmly. When he heard this, Li Xiaofeng said faintly: "I think so, kill."

His voice fell, and his own sacred sacred man shot for him, a destructive force that refining everything appeared, directly swallowing the shepherd, and the screams came out, and the autumn was turned into ashes in the terrible destructive power. The emperor's phantom trembled, and then he meditated on the north of the moon: "Princess, retired under."

When the voice fell, this fairy went away, and the powerful shepherd son was directly wiped out.

"Do they have your friends?" North Ming made a look at the people of Wanjia.

"This is a friend, my friend, this is the father of the music, Wan Zhuqing, a friend I know on the way." Qin asked the day with a smile.

"Miss Zhiyin, Mr. Wan Lao." North Mingdue month nodded to the two people with a smile.

"Princess." The companion fainted slightly, she still knew the number of rituals, and Wan Zhuqing was not so calm. He shivered and shook his body and said: "Wan Zhuqing met with the Princess."

"The old gentleman is not only a friend of Qin brother, but also a guest of my sacred dynasty. You don't need to be polite." North Ming made a smile and said that the people of Wanjia saw this scene and wanted to die.