Ancient Supreme Sovereign

"Good!"

elder bajian stood up and smiled, saying: "my little friend is amazing."

"By a rough estimate, you're the uncrowned king of this test."

In the eyes of the other two elders, there is also a strong color of appreciation.

There are very few such monks who are born with divine power in the world of cultivation.

How many people can break the dynamometer stone with one punch?

The competitors of this test are all practitioners at any level, who win with great strength.

"Brother Ling is powerful and domineering!"

Chen Nan shouted from below. Suddenly, many people looked at him.

The middle-aged man beside him said, "what's the style?"

Chen Nan said, "Dad, he is my friend. Am I happy?"

Chen Zhiyang sighed, "I said Nan'er, you are the future successor of our Chen family. How can you..."

There is a tone of hate that is not steel.

"It's just a little bit of power, as for you?"

Chen Zhiyang stands with his hands down, his face disdainful.

Chen Jiachun has a lot of practitioners who mainly practice body, but he doesn't understand why his son adores him so much.

"Dad, first of all, you should understand that it's not his excellence that I'm willing to make friends with him."

Chen Nan said seriously, "he saved my life and Meng Rou's life in Jiuhuang holy land. Dad, you once gave me the favor of dripping water. But..."

"He doesn't lack anything. We can't get what he needs."

"I just want to get acquainted with him," sighed Chen

After hearing this, Chen Zhiyang said, "I don't believe you. How powerful are our Chen family? At the end of the day, he is also a monk who never dies. "

He left his mouth and said to himself that his son still looked too high at the man.

Chen Nan shook his head. Sometimes, what he said is not as good as what someone saw with his own eyes!

For example, those two archaic artifacts and his mysterious identity.

These, are not his District Chen family can compare!

Chen Nan looks at Ling Hao on the high platform. At this time, he hopes that Ling Hao can show his hand, so that his father thinks he is not bragging.

There are many people looking at Ling Hao, but most of them are watching in public. Few people stand on the roof like the youth in black, looking straight down, with their eyes fixed on Ling Hao.

Tianjian mountain, third young master, Gu you.

"Interesting."

From his eyes, there was a strange light.

"Xiao Wuji's rubbish is true. He is just a monk in the immortal state. His strength is amazing."

Gu you said with a smile, "but you can't think of it. The first one is the thing in my young master's bag."

"No matter how dazzling you are, it's only a stepping stone for me."

Linghao felt a majestic atmosphere sweeping over, and immediately looked up at the sky.

Their eyes meet in an instant.

Point to point! No one will let anyone.

In Gu you's eyes, there was a flash of scorn, and in Ling Hao's eyes, there was a flash of indifference.

One sees it as a mole ant, the other sees it as a dead man.

"The second scene is to test the power of the yuan God. The yuan god lamp in front is made of the spirit of the real dragon. The strength of the yuan God is the foundation of the strong. If you can't endure the pain, it is enough to prove that the foundation of the monk is weak."

"Whoever can persist in Yuanshen lantern for a long time is the winner of this test."

The elder bajian talked freely. In front of him, a golden lantern hung in the air, and his whole body was full of flowing spirit.