Xuanhuan: at the Beginning of the Game, I Got Di Luo's Heavy Pupils

　　Lin Ziyu narrowed his eyes, then bowed slightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

　　"I have already received your news, Qin Luo? It only takes one year to be the Great Holy Son in the future? Haha, interesting! Just one year after entering the Holy Land, will it threaten my status?"

　　Ye Wuchen spoke lightly.

　　The cold glow in the eyes spit.

　　Qin Luo has the aptitude for the sages and the arrogance of the heavens, but he is not bad at night. He also has top-level talents, and he can also join the two academies of Wuyuetian on behalf of the Tao and the Holy Land.

　　but……

　　The preference shown by the first high-level Daoist really makes him incomprehensible!

　　as well as……

　　envy!

　　"He is indeed a sacred figure, unparalleled in the world! You and I should try to avoid it as much as possible!"

　　Lin Ziyu shook his head helplessly, deeply afraid.

　　Ye Wuchen heard the words and clenched his fists!

　　Unwilling!

　　anger!

　　Repressed.

　　He has not experienced such a time when he is extremely uncomfortable, and he is also the darling of Daoyi Holy Land, the first son of Daoyi, and the first disciple of Daoyi.

　　But the treatment between him and Qin Luo can be described as the difference between heaven and earth.

　　"it is good!"

　　"I'm going to meet for a while today, this so-called sacred and forbidden genius, the unparalleled figure."

　　Ye Wuchen spoke lightly.

　　He glanced at Lin Ziyu and said coldly, "I'm going to see if this person is as mythical as the legends say!"

　　Finished!

　　Lin Ziyu lowered his head slightly and nodded.

　　The two prepared a chariot, and after some news, they came to Qin Luo's resting place.

　　Shortly after!

　　Boom!

　　Boom!

　　There is the sound of gold and iron clashing in the void, as well as the splendid color of divine fire.

　　The Tianma roared and let out a long, pleasant chirping sound, as if playing the arrogant march.

　　Countless people looked up.

　　There was also the Holy Son who looked up and looked at the Daoyi Holy Land sign with deep eyes, and...

　　The boundary to which the car was driven.

　　"That's the Dao Great Holy Son, and the direction is the residence of the Thirteen Holy Sons."

　　"Interesting! There seems to be a good show to watch..."

　　"I don't know, what does Ye Wuchen look like? What does Qin Luo look like?"

　　There is a holy son who speaks with great interest.

　　Countless Dao Consciousness Condensed!

　　Outsiders are also very curious, what kind of story will happen when one or two great talents collide?

　　Boom!

　　The chariot passed quickly, and soon came to a hundred meters away from Qin Luo's residence.

　　donkey donkey donkey!

　　The reins of Tianma were straightened, and a deafening roar sounded. The roar of the sky and the white mist between Tianma's breath made the whole carriage look more detached and immortal.

　　Even in the void, there are faint whispers of dreaming and night demons.

　　"Qin Luo Thirteen Holy Sons!"

　　"Master Dasheng Ziye Wuchen is here!"

　　"Please show up quickly and see you!"

　　A middle-aged man appeared in the void.

　　Open your mouth coldly.

　　The voice is high, the void cicadas chirping.

　　The faces of countless powerhouses changed slightly. This was an eighth-order fairyland powerhouse.

　　The person is not good!

　　There seems to be a sense of rivalry.

　　Everyone felt their hearts beating, and this sense of confrontation was extremely exciting.

　　The people who were paying attention seemed to be nervous involuntarily!

　　Obviously the two sides are confronting each other.

　　But the outsider was nervous and short of breath.

　　a long time!

　　There was no sound response.

　　seem……

　　In the attic of the residence, no one exists.

　　"Saint Son Qin Luo!"

　　"It's hard not to give the Great Holy Son a bit of a thin face."

　　"The same is the Tao and one holy place..."

　　"Is it too much?"

　　The middle-aged man spoke, his face gloomy.

　　He seemed to be questioning, but his words didn't seem particularly excessive.

　　The measure is just right, and it does not fall into the hands of others!

　　In the attic, Qin Luo took a sip of his tea, closed his eyes, and enjoyed himself.

　　He also heard the outside voice and ignored it!

　　"A dog is barking!"

　　aside.

　　Qin Luo, the Taoist protector, frowned slightly.

　　"Let me handle it!"

　　Call old to speak.

　　The eyes even had murderous intent.

　　"Call old!"

　　"Why are you so impatient?"

　　Qin Luo smiled lightly.

　　Hu Lao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have lost his temper.

　　At this moment he...

　　It seems that he should be Qin Luo, quite radical!

　　On the contrary, Qin Luo is very calm, sophisticated and composed.

　　His face was cold, his pupils were yin and yang, and the light of chaos flickered, and he said lightly: "Some people should do the friendship of landlords!"

　　"coming!"

　　Qin Luo's eyes moved slightly, revealing a smile.

　　Hu Lao was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly looked at the outside world, showing a hint of shock.

　　"Twelve steps to the fairyland?"

　　Hu Lao couldn't help but speak.

　　His tone was full of shock and wonder.

　　This……

　　What kind of big man came?

　　In an instant, he thought of something, and he slowly looked at Qin Luo.

　　He was smiling, relaxed and confident!

　　And then!

　　Hu Lao took a deep breath and bowed: "It's the old man who was abrupt!"

　　"I make tea for the Son of God!"

　　……

　　outside world!

　　The chariot was out in the air.

　　Ye Wuchen never showed up!