Tripod Reverses the Heaven

"Ha ha ha!"

Suddenly, the audience laughed again and again. That day of punishment was stupid.

His protest was first scolded by the ancient wind and then scolded by the holy king. He was so ashamed that he wanted to drill through the ground.

Finally, the ancient wind got off the mount, patted poor Qi's head gently, and whispered: "you leave, I'll be fine here, and you need to be careful of the dark hand."

"Don't worry, young Lord. I'm not so easy to be plotted!"

After responding to the ancient wind, poor Qi tore the void on the spot and disappeared without a trace.

Today, there is no suspense in this competition. Xing Tian is not only greatly weakened, but also has fallen to the peak. The ancient style is in its heyday.

With each passing day, ancient customs no longer need to be afraid of Xing Tiansi.

Gu Feng ignored the dying Xing Tian for the time being, but turned his eyes to the wooden king not far away.

After staring for a long time, his heart trembled slightly, and his face turned white. That pair of eyes, after staying on the wooden king, couldn't take it back.

"Muwang... Is she Qingmei?"

Although the wooden king is veiled and has a strange smell, the ancient wind still sees the shadow of wooden Qingqing from the wooden king.

Mu Qingqing is both familiar and strange to ancient customs. Although they were childhood sweethearts and became real husband and wife, they didn't spend much time together.

Before the collapse of Kyushu, the ancient wind was in the underground government, pressing muqingqing town into the five color tripod. It was not released until it came to the eight wastelands.

Unfortunately, Mu Qingqing drank the huangquan River, that is, the so-called Mengpo soup. Finally, she had no memory, and the ancient style became a stranger to her. A few years have passed since the eight wastelands were parted, and Mu Qingqing has no news. Unexpectedly, there is another wooden king here. His figure and temperament are so close to Mu Qingqing.

While the ancient wind looked at the wooden king, the wooden king was also watching the ancient wind. The four eyes were opposite and speechless for a long time. All the people who could see the scene were petrified.

"I'll go. This man called Gu Feng is really awesome. How dare he look at the wooden king so directly?"

"It seems that the wooden king is not angry at all. Did they know each other before?"

"This damned guy, how dare he desecrate the wood King..."

The scene was silent for a long time before bursts of discussion broke out. Finally, the face of the ancient style was a little lost, so I had to take back my eyes.

"Is that really sister Qing? Why do I see nothing but indifference in her eyes? "

Gu Feng whispered in his heart and couldn't help looking at the sky again, but where is the shadow of the wooden king? When the ancient wind took back his eyes, the wooden King left directly.

"That must be Qing Mei, otherwise why do you want to leave?" Suddenly, Gu Feng's face changed and said to himself again, "yes, she has lost her memory and has forgotten all the things between us. Even if she still knows me at this time, she has long lost her old love. It seems that the reason why she stood out for me yesterday was not that she couldn't bear the arrogance of Xing Tian, but that she deliberately returned a favor to me. "

Thinking of this, the ancient wind shouted at the horizon in the distance: "sister Qing, I know it's you. Even if you forget me, I can't forget you. I'll find you!"

Boom!

This voice is amazing. The heart of the ancient style is really happy, but the tens of millions of audience immediately fried the pot.

"Sleeping trough, what situation do they really know?"

"What's the ancient wind called wood king? Qingmei? Is it so simple to know? What is their relationship? "

"What's the real name of wood king? Does anyone know? "

"Among the ten kings, King Mu is the most mysterious. The world only knows her surname mu, but no one knows her maiden name..."

"So... Is our wooden King Qingmei in the ancient tuyere?"

"It's possible, otherwise why did the wooden King stand out for him yesterday?"

"I don't think so. If King Mu is really the Qing sister in his mouth, why don't you recognize him? Under his rude gaze, he brushed away in anger? "

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At the scene, all kinds of discussions continued. People seemed to forget Dabi. All the focus fell on whether the ancient wind knew the wooden king.

In the crowd, qingtianpeng looked at the wood king who had left and wondered, "it's really a little similar, but it seems a little unreasonable. If the wood is really clear, why don't you recognize the ancient style? " Qingtianpeng doesn't know that Mu Qingqing drank the yellow spring water, so he can't guess.

In the other direction of the crowd, a middle-aged Taoist shook the floating dust in his hand and folded his hands: "Amitabha... Oh, no, the boundless God. Most people in the world are trapped by love. Since ancient times, heroes are sad about the beauty pass. It's better to be a monk. Six roots are clean and far away from all the noise of time... "

As soon as the voice fell, several people around the middle-aged Taoist looked at him with a curious face. Finally, someone asked, "I said, you old bull nose Taoist, are you a monk or a Taoist?"

"..." in a moment, the middle-aged Taoist priest was speechless, and his face was red. He hurried to other places and squeezed away, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Well, old wind child, are you here to duel or flirt?"

When Gu Feng was in a state of anxiety, Xing Tian, who had been ignored all the time, finally gave a loud drink. He really couldn't stand such contempt.

At least, he used to be a king. He was almost qualified to attack the throne of the ten kings. Although his vitality was greatly damaged and his cultivation fell, he was still a little confident.

Gu Feng took back his eyes, finally looked at Xing Tian and whispered, "you and I have no complaints, but you are willing to act as someone else's dog to shout at me. Since this is the tunnel you choose, don't blame me for being ruthless. "

"Ha ha, ha ha, it's a joke. With your meager cultivation, you also want to fight with me?" Xing Tian was very angry and smiled back. He opened his posture on the spot and was ready to fight with the ancient wind.

Seeing the other party's posture, the ancient style is naturally fearless. We also stepped back on the spot, and the momentum soared, and we were about to fight.

However, at this time, a loud cry of "chirp" suddenly came out of the crowd.

Then, a blue figure rushed up to nine days.

It was a fierce bird. When he spread his wings, he was thousands of miles wide and directly covered half of the sky, just like the blue clouds hanging from the sky.

Hiss!

In an instant, all kinds of exclamations continued, and people were completely stunned.

"God, what's that? Is it Dapeng? "

"No, that's Kunpeng. That's the legendary Kunpeng, one of the top ten fierce beasts in ancient times."

"How can there be Kunpeng here? Isn't Kunpeng extinct in the last era? Where did this come from?

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