MTL - The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus-Chapter 1822 extraordinary

This crying over the mountains, flying over the ocean, spread throughout the north and south of the river.

Countless people raised their heads, erected their ears, and looked at the ladder and the Heavenly Palace above the nine days, while listening to the crying.

The crying of the cry came from the Temple of Heaven.

Countless people have discovered this and their looks have become complicated.

Although it was not clear what happened, it was faintly guessed that a baby was born in the palace that day.

The Temple of Heaven is already a miracle. It is really unheard of and shocks everyone's heart.

Whose child is this?

Whose children can enjoy this honor, whose children can be so magical.

The colorful clouds above the nine days have explained everything, and the heavens have a vision. This child must be a mortal, or a mortal.

Don Juan!

A name emerged from everyone's mind. These people have never seen Tang Yan, but his figure has emerged in his mind.

Only Tang Yan can build Tiangong, and only his children can do this.

Tang Yin is the savior of this world.

There are still people who marry this child. At this moment, there are only heartfelt blessings. Many people raise their hands and pray silently.

On the ladder, everyone heard the crying, and the people who were worried about the situation immediately fell into a dead silence.

Everyone had big eyes and small eyes, and his face gradually changed, and he was filled with joy.

"Give birth, poetry is born." Ye Hao was happy when he was three feet high, almost fell from the ladder, and kept cheering in his mouth.

Others also cheered: "Great, finally born."

Wu Junshan and Lan Yu looked at each other with a gloomy expression and muttered to himself: "Our son is behind, we have to be grandparents."

The two held each other's hands and felt a lot of emotion.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" Ye Hao squinted and wondered.

"I hope that it is a girl, then I can play with me."

"In case it is a boy." Ye Haodang sang the opposite.

The mouth is flat and unhappy.

Mu Hongyan touched her daughter's hair and followed the temptation. She said, "Hey, boys can play with you, and when you grow up, you can protect you."

He snorted and waved his pink fist and said, "I am so powerful, I don't need him to protect. Moreover, he is smaller than me. I protect him almost."

"When you grow up, you know how to protect others. You must protect your mother after that." Mu Hongyan smiled.

"Of course." He nodded.

Everyone laughed and laughed, but their eyes looked at the Heavenly Palace involuntarily.

The Emperor of Heaven stood in front of the Temple of Heaven and wanted to go in and have a look, but he couldn’t stop it. He asked aloud: "Don Juan, is there a place where I need help?"

"No." Tang Yin's voice came out, showing joy.

The voices of the two people were introduced into the ears of the people, and they were relieved in the same place. Only the eyes were eagerly awaited, and they looked at the Temple of Heaven.

In the Temple of Heaven, Tang Yan holds a baby in his hand, surprisingly cute.

Tang Yan looked up and looked at it involuntarily, remembering that the child was born in the scene, not only the colorful clouds above the nine days fell, but even the power of the circle circling in the Heavenly Palace poured down into the baby's body.

I have to say that Tang Yan was also shocked by this scene.

When a baby is born, there is such a vision, which means that he is very clear.

The previous baby was still in the belly of Fang Shishi, and it has already resisted the pressure on the ladder, which is enough to show the extraordinary of the baby.

Seeing this scene now, Tang Yan was deeply aware that the magic of the baby may exceed his expectations.

The baby opened his eyes slowly, and the twinkling eyes of a pair of clear eyes passed away, and even a bright smile appeared to Tang Yan.

Looking at the baby's smile, Tang Yan's heart seems to melt.

"Poetry, you see our children laughing." Tang Yan took the baby to the front of Fang Shishi, although Fang Shishi was very tired, but his face was filled with maternal brilliance.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” Fang Shishi reached out and held the baby in his arms and asked.

"Boy." Tang Yan replied.

Fang Shishi looked down at the baby in the squat and said softly, "Our son."

Tang Yan will hold the shoulder of Fang Shishi and kiss her on the forehead and say, "Poetry, you have worked hard."

Fang Shishi relied on his arms and said: "Seeing my son, all this is hard work."

"Who do you say your son?" asked Tang.

Fang Shishi carefully looked at it for a while and said, "The mouth and nose are like you."

Tang Yan smiled and said: "The eyes are like you, big and beautiful, or double eyelids, haha."

A slight meal, Tang Yan said: "This kid combines the advantages of both of us, and is handsomer than his father."

"Isn't this supposed to be?" Fang Shishi said.

Tang Yan smiled and said: "Yes, blue is better than blue, at least from the vision of his birth, it is better than his father."

Fang Shishi’s mouth was filled with a smile, and she was shocked by the vision of Fang Cai. He asked: “Is there any problem with the son?”

"No problem, my son is very good."

The poems of Fang Shi poetry are relieved, looking to the thin and powerful beliefs in the Heavenly Palace, and asking: "The son has attracted so many faiths, and he is so small, is there really no problem?"

Tang Yan shook his head firmly and said: "The son has completely integrated the power of these beliefs. He is my son, the Son of God. He did not live up to the name of the Son of God. When he was born, he was a master of the Mahayana."

"what?"

Fang Shishi himself did not reach the Mahayana nine-product cultivation, and her son had just been born to be repaired, more than countless people practice for a lifetime.

Fang Shi poetry looked at his son, and he was suspicious, but he said this from Tang Yankou, and she could not believe it.

She muttered to herself: "Son... great."

"Ha ha ha, it's amazing, it's our son too." Tang Yan smiled, reaching out and teasing his son's little hand.

The son giggled.

However, in the next second, his son’s mouth was flat and he burst into tears. The little finger pushed to Tang’s hand and seemed to want to push him away.

boom!

Tang Yan swayed a few times, his face changed suddenly, and he exclaimed: "It is my son."

"What's wrong?" asked Fang Shishi.

"Poetry poetry, you have to look at him in the future. His starting point is too high. He is too strong to cultivate. Everything seems to be instinctive, but it has great power. If you don't pay attention, you will hurt others." Speaking with a heavy heart.

Fang Shishi’s poems were so clear that he looked at his son with a grin and said, “What can I do?”

"I will find a way to temporarily seal his skill. Otherwise, the people around him will be in danger." Tang Yan said with a smile.

"That's good." Fang Shishi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go out, other people have been waiting for a long time, and we must be very worried about your mother and child." Tang Yan helped Fang Shishi, Fang Shishi held his son and walked outward.

With a bang, the gate of Tiangong slowly opened.