Tripod Reverses the Heaven

The Qi engine emitted by this middle-aged uncle is so powerful that it goes far beyond the virtual God. His Qi engine is nothing like the five true gods from China.

In other words, this dark middle-aged uncle is at least the cultivation of Zhenshen in the middle stage.

The middle-aged uncle also looked at the ancient style, with a smile on his face and a hearty laugh: "ha ha, boy, I haven't seen you for nearly ten years. I didn't expect us to meet again. It's really where we don't meet in life! How do you think about it? "

"Have you thought about what? It seems that I don't know you that well! "

Ancient customs will never forget how this middle-aged uncle threatened himself at the beginning. At the beginning, he forced himself to be a disciple. If he didn't obey, he first killed Bai Changlao and many wuliangzong disciples present, and then went to destroy the whole wuliangzong.

But in the end, the middle-aged uncle didn't do so. It seems that he was just bluffing the ancient style at that time.

"Be my disciple? I've been waiting for you for so many years. Do you still want to hide? " The middle-aged uncle Ming Xiaoyang still smiled and continued to say to the ancient wind, "I think I'm old and I'm going to settle down, but I haven't found a successor for my unique skill! I finally fell in love with you, boy, but you refused! "

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The old style is speechless. Looking at the appearance of the uncle, he looks elated and smiling. Does he look like a man going to the earth?

He immediately sank his face. Gu Feng said, "how many times have I told you that I already have a master and will not worship others as teachers in my life. You'd better give up this idea as soon as possible!"

Today's ancient style is no longer the little boy in those days. He has a nine story demon tower in his hand. In the whole Kyushu continent, he will not be afraid of anyone's threat.

"Ha ha, don't worry, don't worry!"

Once again, he was sternly rejected by the ancient style, and Ming Xiaoyang was not angry. He continued: "today I have no other meaning, just want to take part in your bet."

Just as Ming Xiaoyang's voice was falling, an amazing picture appeared. I saw that fourteen true gods on the high platform left their positions at the same time, came to Ming Xiaoyang and bowed respectfully!

This situation immediately caused bursts of exclamation.

Who is Ming Xiaoyang? Why should these supreme true gods be so respectful to him?

"Master Ming is willing to watch the competition today. I'm really surprised. Please take a seat, master Ming!" Donglai really arched his hand and said.

"Come on, I'm just here for a bet. It's the same wherever I sit!"

Surprisingly, Ming Xiaoyang didn't leave any face for Donglai. He turned his head and said to the ancient wind, "what's up, boy, would you like me to participate in your bet?"

Gu Feng did not speak, but secretly communicated with him quietly: "what is the origin of this middle-aged uncle? Why are you so respectful to him? "

"I don't know. Not only I don't know him, but even the five people in Donglai didn't know him before. The reason why he was so polite to him was to shock his cultivation. According to my estimation, his accomplishments should be far above us? "

"What? Far above you? Are you a real God? Is it true that he is the peak cultivation of the true God? " Gu Feng was startled and turned white.

"Maybe... Maybe higher? But... Not necessarily! Anyway, just don't offend him. "He quietly gave advice, so that the ancient style should not offend Ming Xiaoyang anyway.

"I see!"

Gu Feng nodded and was shocked. He never thought that this dark middle-aged uncle would be so powerful, which directly frightened the five true gods from China.

Just when the ancient wind was secretly shocked, Ming Xiaoyang spoke to the ancient wind again: "little boy, can you give me a word!"

Obviously, Ming Xiaoyang still wants to participate in the bet.

But the old style didn't give him face. He said positively, "the bet between us involves personal grievances, which is really not suitable for you to participate."

Ming Xiaoyang pondered and said, "it's really not suitable for me to participate, but I don't want to be an irrelevant bystander. What should I do?"

"Since it is not easy for predecessors to participate directly, they can be a witness." At this time, qingtianpeng spoke.

If we can take Ming Xiaoyang as a witness, after Jiang Yu and others lose the bet, we are not afraid of their cheating.

"Well... That's a good idea. I'll be a witness!" Ming Xiaoyang nodded and agreed.

Immediately, he turned around and loudly announced the ancient custom to the audience of more than one million. The bet between them caused a commotion on the spot.

Even those true gods are not calm one by one. They think that a few little children are playing too much.

Then, Ming Xiaoyang smiled at the audience again and said, "I've always liked excitement and gambling. Now that I have such a good chance today, I won't be able to sleep if I don't gamble with others. So now I'll be the host and set up a gambling game. Who will bet with me? "

"Gambling?"

At the scene, more than one million people immediately stirred up again and talked endlessly.

Someone asked loudly, "senior, it's not that we don't believe you. You have only one person. What do you take out to bet with us? We have more than a million people here? And people keep coming this way. "

Indeed, now people are really coming towards Shenwu square. As long as some people have informed their relatives and friends that today is the last king sealing meeting, if they don't come to watch it, they will have to wait another 100 years.

Ming Xiaoyang pondered. The man was right. No matter how many yuan spars he had, he couldn't afford such a gamble. It is almost impossible for him to be a village of more than one million people.

Then, with a big wave of his hand, nearly one billion of the best yuan spar appeared, and said loudly, "I use this one billion yuan spar to bet on blue binger to win. You can join hands to bet with me, but at least you have to collect enough yuan spar worth five billion yuan."

"Five billion?"

Hiss!

At this moment, nearly two million people at the scene took a breath. Five billion ah, what kind of concept is this?

How many top families can't get so much together?

Thanks to Ming Xiaoyang!

Five billion yuan of spar added together, is it more than just a mountain?

It is estimated that it can be reclaimed!

Fortunately, there were many people on the scene, and gradually there were two million people. These people are the big friars in Qingzhou. Naturally, they have no less wealth.

And Ming Xiaoyang said very clearly that it doesn't have to be yuan spar. Any Tiancai and Dibao count.