MTL - Cultivation Chat Group-Chapter 2043 Song surnamed trial officer

Have a ghost!

Isn't this the line of Confucian saints when I was in a nightmare yesterday?

"White Dragon sister, knock me hard!" Song Shuhang turned his head and said to Bai Long's sister - he wondered if he was caught in a magical illusion and was making a nightmare.

"What? Your illness has finally been committed?" asked White Dragon sister.

Song Shudao: "I suspect that I am having a nightmare, try to hit me, but don't play too hard..."

"I am afraid that I can't control it." White Dragon's sister waved her small paw and answered Song Shuhang. She did not forget to translate the work of the repeater.

"I am coming." The white predecessor said that he was pointing at the head of Song Shuhang and gently slamming it.

咚~~

A Hong Zhong Da Lu’s voice exploded, and Song Shuhang’s head was shot and flew out to the dragon.

"I am going!" Shen Long claws catching Song Shuhang's head in a hurry - this white holy shot is so horrible? Say it better, let's just tap it, don't hit it too hard. As a result, the song refers to a bullet that bounces off the head of Song Daoyou.

"It hurts and hurts." Song Shuhang fluttered, and one of them condensed into the palm of his hand and licked his forehead.

The pain of this kind of meat, from the real feedback of the flesh, is telling Song Shuhang that he is not having a nightmare. Here is the real world. For the pain master Song Shuhang, the pain of the flesh, the pain of the soul, the pain of the soul and the dream The pain is different, and he can easily distinguish it.

Bai Long’s sister translated the sound of Song Shuhang’s screams to Shenlong very professionally.

Shenlong looked at the tyrant Song Xuansheng in his own claws and opened his mouth, but did not know what to say.

At this time, Song Shuhang's twenty hair arms, open to the left and right, like two wings, fanned up - then, he patted his arms and wings, flew back to his wooden body, planted his head go back.

This operation, almost flashed to the waist of the dragon.

"Dragon predecessors... Do you know Confucian saints?" Song Shuhang asked.

If this is not a nightmare, then he suspects that there is a leg between the dragon and the Confucian saint.

"The ancient saints, who do not know, who does not know? In the same year we also have a long-lived person in the animal husbandry world, she went to the world to challenge the Confucian saints, was crying back." Shenlong slowly.

As it talks, it sinks into the memory, and the tone is full of a vicissitude. This kind of existence across thousands of years, once caught in memories, will create such a gas field.

This is the taste of the years.

Song Shuhang looked at the white dragon sister on the side, the Chuge master on the top of the head, and the meritorious snake beauty + the creation of fairy. It is also the existence that survived from ancient times to the present, and these people have no taste of time.

When the Chu Pavilion was in the ‘Bingshui Pavilion’, it was a little better. Although lazy, it still gives people a feeling of being a waste beauty. There will be a historical charm. But since the ‘Bishuige’ was inherited by the Chuge master, she put down the burden, and now it’s hard to see even the beauty of the waste.

"Dragon predecessors, are you not personally with Confucian saints?" Song Shuhang added.

Shenlong shook his head and replied: "My existence is special and I have been living in this holy mountain trial world. The Confucian saints have not been here, and I have no contact with them."

"So what did you say about the 'Yuan Ying is pregnant out?'" Song Shuhang asked.

"I am looking at the realm of Song Daoyou, you are in the six products, condensing the life wheel, impacting the bottleneck of the 'Ten Heavens after the round'. Look at your situation, within a hundred years, will certainly condense Yuan Ying, impact the seven realms Let's go." Shenlong bowed his head and was unpredictable.

White Dragon’s sister gave a slight meal: “...”

After thinking about it, she translated the original words to Song Shuhang.

"Oh... um, um, yes." Song Shuhang nodded - no problem, within a hundred years he would indeed condense Yuan Ying, impact the realm of seven products, he is always confident.

After all, the white predecessors helped him to fill the Jiulong pattern. If such a qualification is not able to be promoted even by the seven-pronged person, it would be too shameful for the white predecessor.

"Ten days after the round, then the heavenly lotus, and finally the lotus open the baby. This is the path of the normal monk. The step of 'Tian Shang Hua Lian' is the warming period, the most time is consumed. Song Xiaoyou should have some understanding?" Shenlong slowly said.

Song Shuhang nodded.

The step of heavenly lotus is the monk's warming period for condensing Yuan Ying, accumulating energy, and condensing Yuan Ying. The warming period is the time of watermilling, and the most is grinding.

There are even six good men, and it took a thousand years to use this step. There are some true monarchs with few Shouyuan, even being stuck in this realm, and being killed by hardships.

Shenlong’s inscrutable assertion that Song Shuhang’s baby in a hundred years has already identified Song Shuhang as a super genius, and his foundation is solid, and he hopes to finish the “Heavenly Lotus” stage in a hundred years and give birth to Yuan Ying.

"Under normal circumstances, even if you have a strong talent, you need a lot of time to grind and warm up. But now you have a real dragon, plus the full version of the "St. "Shen Gong", your birth method of Yuan Ying, not so troublesome, can be made through the 'pregnancy' way, let it be born more smoothly and more quickly." Shenlong smiled slightly: "This way of pregnant baby, can make you When you hit the Yuan Ying Kingdom, you can at least subtract 50 years of hard work. I can guarantee that you will be born in 50 years!"

Was born in 50 years? Song Shuhang grabbed the head, which should be a more attractive program.

“What do Longdao friends need us to do?” asked the white predecessors directly. He became interested in the way that Shenlong described the reduction of the temperate period of 'Heavenly Lotus' and the birth of Yuan Ying.

"Ask your question." Shenlong smiled slightly: "Since the tyrants of the Song Dynasty do not intend to work long-term, would you like to give me a temporary job? After the completion of the work, as a reward, I will take you with this white dragon fairy or It’s the way other dragons combine to tell you, and I can guide them on one side.”

"Temporary workers?" Song Shuhang's mouth twitched.

The white predecessors asked: "What are the temporary workers doing? Will you temper the players who participated in the trial?"

"Yes, that's it." Shenlong haha ​​smiled: "Don't do it?"

Song Shuhang looked to the white predecessor.

The white predecessor nodded. "I feel... the trial officer will be very fun. And if you meet A-16, you can give her water."

The whites are simply too wit.

However, it is really no problem to release such things in such a bright and honest manner.

"The work of this temporary worker, I took it." Song Shuhang looked up at Shenlong Road.

Song is going to be a trial officer today.