The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

Among them, the rest of his life has been accepted as a formal disciple by the master of the tobacco Pavilion.

The first thing that sixth martial uncle saw was the eight people in the treasure Pavilion.

At a glance, he despised: "the team ranking first is so rubbish. It's hard to see. Yingfeng, you are becoming more and more degenerate as the dean. The new seeds cultivated are not as good as each other. "

Yu Yingfeng was sprayed, and he didn't dare to answer back, just bowed his head and said yes.

It can be seen from the bottom of his heart that he was both respectful and afraid of this sixth martial uncle. He was afraid and didn't dare to talk too much.

From the treasure Pavilion, to the Changsheng Pavilion, to the moon shadow Pavilion and the star Pavilion, the sixth martial uncle's expression became more and more disgusting and disdainful: "Oh, this year's quality, the hero tower can't pass the four floors, let alone the eight or nine floors."

Why not mention the tenth floor.

Because since the establishment of the hero tower, no one has been able to stay on the ninth floor for more than ten seconds, and no one has ever stepped on the tenth floor.

Even the sixth martial uncle himself, the highest was only at the peak of his heyday, and he went to the eighth floor.

Even so, he is already a super genius in the aspect of soul Tao.

For this sixth martial uncle——

The white Pavilion master, who was squinting his eyes and only taking a nap, immediately became very energetic when he saw him. He opened his eyes and revealed a pair of bright and abnormal ice eyes. He said respectfully, "master, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you ok?"

The sixth martial uncle rolled his eyes on the spot and did not hide his dislike for the white Pavilion master: "you are an unfilial apprentice. How many times have you said that if you can't climb to the eighth floor, you will never come to see me! "

The white Pavilion master looked ashamed and bowed respectfully: "I'm incompetent. I can only stop at the seventh floor. For decades, I haven't been able to make any money."

"Go away!" The sixth martial uncle, with an expression of great boredom, waved impatiently to the white Pavilion master, "I don't want to see you, it's eye-catching“

The white Pavilion master is more ashamed.

He hung his head down, so deep that he was too ashamed to lift it.

"Although I'm incompetent, I've got a disciple. I'm very talented in this field. I'm sure you'll like him when you meet him, master."

With that, the white Pavilion leader pointed to the direction of the team of Zhiri lunge, and the direction of Si Jun's departure. "That's him. Although he is young, he is the owner of his blood and eye pupil. His blood is special, which is the only one in his life. His soul has extraordinary talent, and his soul power grows very rapidly."

Hearing the words of the white Pavilion leader, the sixth martial uncle immediately got up and wanted to go, and took a look at the direction of the Si Jun Li.

It's amazing!

When he came into contact with Si Junli's Gilded eyes, his old body, like a mummy, shook violently.

He was so excited that his lips, his neck, his shoulders, his trunk and his legs were shaking violently.

"Golden pupil? Golden eyes

The sixth martial uncle's insight is obviously much better than that of the white Pavilion leader.

For the specific origin of Si Jun Li's golden pupil, I deeply explored one or two.

Si Junli didn't have much interest in the bandage wrapped around the dying old man like a mummy. His expression was very wooden and there was no reaction.

From the conversation between Shifu and the mummy just now, Si Junli probably knew that the mummy was his own ancestor.