Hong Huang: The Opening Guide Hongjun Preaching

Chapter 8 Encountering Yang Mei! Break the chance!

The figure stood tall.

Zhou Yuan was shocked.

Turned.

I saw a gray-haired old man, holding a willow branch in his hand, staring at himself with a complicated expression.

This breath, the strong are undoubtedly!

This look…

Yangmei, Daoist? !

As a veteran fan of prehistoric novels, Zhou Yuan basically knows everything about prehistoric characters.

Not to mention raising the eyebrows, Daoist, a big Xiantian with deep roots.

As one of the chaotic demon gods, the hollow willow incarnation, Yang Mei Daoist, who controls the laws of space, is one of the few big men who survived Pangu’s axe.

Probably because Chaos is too lonely, Daoist raised his eyebrows and chose to practice in the wilderness.

only.

A little Taiyi Golden Immortal himself, just as soon as the phantom of his thoughts floated out, how did he attract a big man like Yang Mei?

Is it possible that the deeds of saving Hongjun and bullying Luohu by himself have become famous, and even the image is at the point where it is popular?

Even Daoist Yang Mei Daxian in the space, have to ask himself for advice?

“Huh! Little Taiyi Jinxian, dare to say anything!”

Yang Mei was angry.

“If Hongjun can become a holy, my Yang Mei will have become a Sage Master! Hahaha! It’s ridiculous!”

The words are full of irony, contempt, and disdain.

It was Xiantian’s feet, and Zhou Yuan’s voice was so small that it was all heard by the other party.

Zhou Yuan looked at Yang Mei who was furious, and was stunned for a moment.

These Xiantian gods and demons basically have a very high Cultivation Base, and the last one is also Da Luo Jinxian.

As for Yang Mei Daoist, if Zhou Yuan remembers correctly, this old thing should have a Cultivation Base.

Zhou Yuan’s eyes slowly moved from Yang Mei’s angry face to the willow twigs in the opponent’s hand.

When this rattan is down, I guess it will be completely cold!

Zhou Yuan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

When his thoughts swirled, he remembered that he was just a ray of emptiness.

This is only a little relieved.

Cough cough… Zhou Yuan cleared his throat and relaxed his tense vocal cords, “Hongjun fellow daoist, is the first person to be sanctified by the Three Corpses, this is the fate!”

What?

Also cut the three corpses to prove.

It’s all the same!

What did that old man Hongjun do to make you so complimented?

Yang Mei was furious, the cane in his hand was about to move, and he shouted: “Hugh is so nonsense! If you take back the talent, I will spare you!”

Zhou Yuan is not afraid.

Xindao: Labor and capital have a vain mind, are you afraid that you won’t make it?

Even if you catch up to Tianlong Mountain, under the guardian formation, daddy even plays Luohu as a ball, and is still afraid of you breaking the willow? !

Immediately, Zhou Yuan straightened his body and put on a look like “Labor and capital are like this, how can you drop me?”

This arrogant expression completely angered Daoist Yang Mei.

“court death!”

Next second.

Hand up the cane and fall.

“Snapped!”

Zhou Yuan only felt a huge energy and slammed it at himself.

Suddenly, a huge gap appeared in the place where the rattan fell.

Zhou Yuan was scared of a spirit.

Opening his eyes again, he has returned to the cliff of Tianlong Mountain.

call!

Fortunately, I used a distraction technique.

My luck is too ‘good’, and I can meet big guys anytime I go out.

However, according to the historical books he has browsed, Yang Mei shouldn’t be a person who can’t tolerate others in his eyes and has a proud heart.

It seems that the prehistoric information is not all accurate.

…

Yang Mei saw Zhou Yuan’s spiritual thoughts dissipate, and a wisp of blue smoke drifted towards Tianlong Mountain.

“Little Taiyi Golden Immortal, how dare you be so disrespectful to this Daoist, let’s see how I can kill this little thing like you!”

Yang Mei waved his hand.

The torn void healed on its own in an instant.

Stepping on the green willow, angrily, he must go to Tianlong Mountain to find Zhou Yuan to settle accounts.

At this time.

A majestic voice resounded throughout the world.

“My name is Hongjun! I have proven Dao sanctified today, conforming to Heavenly Dao, and preaching in the Thirty Third Stage Tianwai Zixiao Palace after a thousand years. There is also a method of cutting the three corpses. Anyone who has a predestined relationship can come and learn Dao!”

Yang Mei: “…”

Hongjun, really proving Taoism and sanctification? !

Just as he was angrily about to go to Zhou Yuan to settle the account, his face was blue and red at the moment.

The face is incredible.

“Unexpectedly, I was really hit by that little thing…”

However, how does a little Taiyi Golden Immortal know this?

Even the Xiantian Demon God, the quasi-sacred realm himself, could not foresee in advance.

He not only foresaw Hongjun’s sanctification, but also inferred the method of sanctification. This…

Yang Mei’s eyes flowed.

At this moment, I didn’t even care about Hongjun’s becoming or not, only thinking of the Taiyi Great Immortal just now.

Compared with Hongjun’s sanctification, the little brother’s predictions made Yang Mei Daoist more interested.

“Is this person the reincarnation of a god and demon who is more powerful than his own feet?!”

Thinking of this, Yang Mei could no longer contain the restlessness and curiosity in his heart.

The figure flickered, heading to the Tianlongshan Taoist Temple.

…

Tianlong Mountain.

Zhou Yuan was still watching from the top of the cliff.

“Old man Yang Mei, believe this time!”

Zhou Yuan had a regretful expression on his face: If Hongjun had announced it earlier, he would have witnessed the peerless face-slapping technique of the old man Yang Mei.

Say Cao Cao Cao Cao is here!

As soon as Zhou Yuan finished talking, a familiar figure and the familiar cane appeared before his eyes.

wipe!

Old man Yang Mei!

This old way is endless, right? !

He actually chased him to the dojo.

“Fellow daoist, Hongjun’s sanctification is an unchangeable fate. If you stay entangled, you will only hurt yourself!”

Zhou Yuan pretended to be calm.

unexpectedly.

Yang Mei stepped forward and grabbed Zhou Yuan’s arm, with a respectful expression on his face.

“Little fellow daoist, I just offended you so much, I hope fellow daoist forgive me!”

What does this mean? !

Zhou Yuan became vigilant.

“Fellow daoist, how did you predict Hongjun’s sanctification? Even the other party’s method of sanctification can be calculated?!”

Yang Mei was surprised.

Oh, it was for this.

snort! After I had finished drawing labor and capital with the cane, I ran over to talk, really playing with labor and capital as monkeys!

Zhou Yuan’s nostrils were upturned into the sky, and with his hands folded, he put out his music, “Don’t reveal the secret of heaven.”

Yang Mei didn’t ask any more.

Eyes flickered, “That fellow daoist knows, where is this opportunity?”

Still dare to talk?

Is it a free consultation office for labor and management?

Zhou Yuan looked cold, stretched out his thumb and index finger, and rubbed it deeply.

Yang Mei looked puzzled, and followed Zhou Yuan’s movements to learn.

Zhou Yuan snorted in his heart: What kind of garlic! You, a billion-year-old fox, don’t even have this social experience?

In the next second, Zhou Yuan’s eyes fell directly on the cane in Yang Mei’s hand, suggesting the other party.

“Oh! Haha… If you don’t get acquainted with fellow daoist today, this willow twig was given to fellow daoist. I hope fellow daoist can confuse this opportunity for a while.”

This is almost the same!

Zhou Yuan took Yang Liu, his fingers confused, “The fellow daoist chance is not in the prehistoric.”

Yang Mei’s expression was shocked when he heard the words.

I thought: No wonder I have traveled in the wilderness for many years, and I have not made any progress. Now that even Hongjun is proving to be holy, it turns out that he hasn’t gone the right way at all.

Thinking of this, Yang Mei looked at Zhou Yuan’s eyes, admiring it even more, and no longer felt sorry for the wicker.

A wicker, another chance, worth it!

Hong Huang didn’t have his own chance, and Yang Mei didn’t have the slightest nostalgia. After bidding farewell to Zhou Yuan, he disappeared directly into the endless chaotic world.

After Yang Mei left, Zhou Yuan’s pretending cold face could no longer be stretched.

Looking at the slender willow branches, the corners of his mouth almost reached the back of his head.

Haven’t been excited for a while.

A majestic and powerful voice from outside the sky.

Drifting away.