Tripod Reverses the Heaven

Since Gu Feng was born, he has never knelt down to anyone except elder Bai. Even his parents haven't knelt. How old are these people and want him to kneel?

"Presumptuous!"

As soon as the voice of the ancient wind fell, the little sage with triangular eyes burst out again.

At the same time, a powerful force of the sage is overwhelming, which is bound to kneel him down.

"Our purple mansion naturally has our own style. Why do you flatter? The people sitting here are at least thousands of years older than you. What's wrong with asking you to kneel down? "

The ancient style was oppressed by the powerful sage, and the bones of the whole body "snapped" as if they were about to break. His legs were shaking, as if they would bend at any time.

At this moment, the Fahai in the ancient wind roared madly, and the unyielding will reached the top of the forehead. He made an angry roar and was immediately dispersed by his divine power.

"Hum, master Ziyang, I sincerely visit you today. Why do you humiliate me like this? Zifu has always been based on the eight wastelands with good reputation and has always convinced people with virtue. Today's humiliation of a guest and publicity are not afraid to damage your Zifu's reputation? " The ancient wind is full of blood and anger.

Gasping for breath, the ancient wind continued to roar: "before I entered the door, I was shrouded by powerful sage pressure. Is this the way of hospitality in your purple house? The whole hall of saints and elders bully a young generation like this. What is this? "

Today, the ancient wind can be seen that the main reason why Zifu has such a big battle is to retaliate for what happened a year ago. If he doesn't roar out like this, he's afraid it's difficult to go out today.

Sure enough, after the ancient wind roared repeatedly, the prestige shrouded in itself slowly retreated, and even a faint color of shame appeared on some people's faces.

Ziyang's expression also changed slightly. Finally, he whispered, "no one is humiliating you. It's also right for me to kneel down and worship my elders. Since you think this is a kind of humiliation, allow you not to kneel! "

"Well, thank you, elder!"

The ancient wind saluted Ziyang again, which was a little relieved.

No matter when, where or under what circumstances, a good man must not bend his knees. Ancient wind is a person who doesn't kneel even in heaven and earth. How can he kneel down and worship others?

At this time, Ziyang's look suddenly turned cold, and his tone became very strict: "ancient wind, look back and see what's behind you?"

Gu Feng looked back as he said. Beside the gate, there stood a campfire with a big dark pot. The hot oil in it was rolling and numbing.

"Master Ziyang, what do you mean? Do you want to put me in the oil pan? "

When he entered the door, Gu Feng had seen this big oil pot. At that time, he knew that today's affairs were not so simple.

"Yes, do you remember a year ago? A year ago, you stirred up my son-in-law selection meeting in Zifu, and finally won the championship, but went away without considering our feelings in Zifu. Since then, our purple house has become the laughing stock of the whole eight wastelands... What crime should you commit? " Ziyang road.

"Well, since you want me to die, I will obey your wishes."

With that, the ancient wind walked directly towards the big oil pot. After hesitating for a moment in front of the oil pan, he immediately flew up.

"I've seen the means of the purple house. It's a joke to talk about the leaders of the eight wastelands and the establishment of a new order in which everyone is equal!"

Dong!

Without any hesitation, the ancient wind really plunged into the oil pot. The boiling oil splashed more than ten feet on the spot. The figure of the ancient wind immediately disappeared in the oil pan, and even a bone residue was not seen and churned up.

"This..."

In the hall, everyone looked at each other with silly eyes. After looking at each other, they were scared to turn white.

This is not an ordinary oil pot. Since it is the whole thing of these great saints, there must be no problem for a monk in the kingdom of God in the deep fried dead zone.

But some people don't understand why the ancient style is so simple and jump when they say it?

"Come on, come on, remove the fire and cool down!"

Ziyang screamed strangely. The formation today was just to scare the ancient wind. It never occurred to me that the ancient wind really dared to jump in.

Zixu's face was also iron blue. He personally took out the fire at the bottom. At the same time, he used great means, and the boiling oil in the pot stopped churning on the spot.

Everyone ran to the oil pan and looked inside.

But I saw a head slowly sticking out. It's the ancient style.

He looked at the crowd with a particularly puzzled look. After half a moment, he burst out: "this oil pot... Not so good? It was just a bluff. "

WOW!

As soon as the ancient wind rises, it flows all over the ground with oil and water.

"Are you okay? This... "

They looked at each other again, and all showed an incredible look.

"How is that possible? Even I dare not go down the oil pan. How can he be all right? "

The face of the little sage with triangular eyes collapsed and was very ugly. He wished that the ancient wind would really die in the oil pan.

"Cough..."

Ziyang coughed up and took the lead in returning to his position. The rest of the people stopped talking.

After everyone returned to their seats, the ancient wind arched his hand at Ziyang again: "senior, today I sincerely visited the ancient wind. You first bullied me with the power of saints, then forced me to kneel, and then forced me to jump into the oil pot... Is this really the way of your purple house to treat guests? If you really treat guests like this, isn't the reputation of the purple house all false? "

"Withdraw!"

Asked by the ancient wind, Ziyang felt that he couldn't hang on his face. But what puzzled him more was how the ancient style survived in the oil pot. The road fire was removed, and the ancient wind was completely like a person who had nothing to do. It didn't look like being in an oil pan at all.

This oil pan, like a friar of ancient style, will be fried as soon as he jumps in. If he delays a little, he will be fried to the point that there is no residue left.

The oil pan was removed, and it took a long time to ease the embarrassing atmosphere at the scene.

Then, an old man at the bottom left of Ziyang suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the ancient wind and said, "ancient wind, no one bullies you or forces you now. But you should give us an explanation, right? A year ago, you damaged the reputation of our purple mansion and became the laughing stock of the eight wastelands. How can you make up for it? "