Flying Thunder God of Douluo Continent

Chapter 98 The Golden Moon ([-])

In this small world, just like this, a huge breach was roughly opened by several people.

However, when these rescuers who came from thousands of miles saw the scene in front of them, they were more or less surprised.

Cao Bailu was singing with all his heart, while the old opera singer beside him also closed his eyes and listened attentively.

"Hey, hey," the young master of Xiahou's family elbowed Huang Yehu beside him, and said, "Did we go to the wrong set?"

"It should be..." Huang Yehu nodded speechlessly.

"What's going on here?" Another unfamiliar man held up a folding fan and asked a little puzzled.

If the young master of Xiahou's family had the air of a dandy, then this man with a folding fan who looked more like a teenager was full of immortality.

Under the tassel of the man's folding fan, there is also a small wooden sign, which is really pocket-sized and cute.

There are two words on the small wooden sign.

"Not Immortal"

The man with the folding fan looked at Xiahou Xuanji, the young master of the Xiahou family, and said with a sense of gunpowder, "Yo? Isn't this our brother Xuanji, the young master of Xiahou's family? What's the matter? What are you doing here if you're not lying in the gentle hometown of the Northern Han Dynasty?"

Xiahou Xuanji looked at the man with a folding fan in green clothes, and became angry with yin and yang without changing his face: "To be honored to be connoted by our big brother Qi Mosheng is something that I, Xiahou Xuanji, are worth bragging about in my life. Big brother Qi Mosheng waved his hand, and Cao Bailu directly complained." was rescued."

"Look at me, Qi Mo, who came to rescue the scene just for fun. If you really want to save Cao Bailu, you have to look at my brother Xuanji." Qi Mo was not a good person, and his onmyoji skill was not inferior to Xiahou Xuanji at all.

"Isn't there really someone who still thinks that Big Brother Qi can't save the game? No way, no way, no way?"

"That's it? Just Qi Mosheng? No one really thinks that Qi Mosheng is needed when Brother Xuanji is around, right? No way, no way, no way?"

The two of them were chattering, and the needle pointed at the wheat awn.

"I said," Huang Yehu patted his head helplessly, "you two traveled half of Xixuan to Xishu just to quarrel?"

"Enough is enough,"

One sentence from Huang Yehu directly interrupted the "friendly" communication between the two.

The three of them began to watch Cao Bailu sing in silence.

A play has a beginning, and naturally it also has an end.

Cao Bailu sang this piece called Jinyue Ye, devoted and full of affection.

If you look closely, you can even see tears in the corners of his eyes.

"We meet today! We meet again today! Under the golden moon, old friends are reunited, and we go to the west building without words!"

"It's hard to meet! It's hard to meet! Don't worry about thousands of miles away, the golden moon is with you!"

With a single chanting and hitting the board, this booklet is considered to be over.

The three rescuers immediately raised their hearts to their throats.

However, Cao Bailu and the old actor, who were the parties involved, were still unconsciously immersed in the world of opera.

After a while, the old opera singer shook his head and said, "Bai Lu, you are the best singer I have ever seen singing this excerpt."

"It's quite rare to be able to understand the rhythm of thousands of years without saying anything about emotions," the old actor nodded approvingly, "Okay! I'm very satisfied!"

"As long as you are satisfied," Cao Bailu sang a little exhausted, after all, he was still seriously injured, "Then, can we have some tea and a bag, and sit down and talk slowly?"

"No," the old actor smiled and shook his head.

The voice just fell.

The golden moon that had stopped falling in the night sky fell three thousand feet in an instant!
The moon falls three thousand feet, that is the story line in Golden Moon Night, I don’t know if it’s the old actor’s bad taste, the golden moon in this small world will fall three thousand feet downward with every breath!
The three of them moved instantly.

Huang Yehu flew into the sky with his sword, and with the momentum of going straight to the sky, he slammed into the golden moon in the night sky!

Jinyue, who would fall [-] feet with each breath, miraculously stopped moving!

Qi Mosheng, who was holding a folding fan, put his hand on Cao Bailu's shoulder.

In just a split second, the two teleported a hundred miles away!
"Bailu," Qi Mosheng said, "you stay here, we'll be fine soon."

After saying that, he disappeared beside Cao Bailu.

Xiahou Xuanji, the number one dandy in the Northern Han Dynasty, looked at the old opera singer in front of him, not daring to be careless.

Everyone knows that he is the famous Gaoliang of the Central Plains, but few people know that he is also a celestial master who knows a little about thunder.

Oh, do you know who is the unborn Great Celestial Master with a foreign surname in Xixuan Longhu Mountain?

It's him.

It is true that he only knows a little about Leifa.

His thunder method is also better than Xixuan's thunder god.

You said, this is not a little understanding?It's just that Lei Fa, who is better than Thor, can say that he is proficient?

That is absolutely impossible.

Xiahou Xuanji smiled and raised his hand.

The originally peaceful night sky suddenly boiled.

In an instant, thunder shook the sky for nine days.

The old actor looked at Xiahou Xuanji, smiled and said, "It's interesting."

He also raised his hand.

There were bursts of thunder, and there was nothing in an instant.

"There are still 15 seconds," the old opera singer did not forget to remind Xiahou Xuanji, "After 15 seconds, Cao Bailu is not dead, so there is no need to die."

Xiahou Xuanji is not a supporting role in the hot-blooded novel who comes to the rescue, he has no intention of paying attention to this old actor at all.

Xiahou Xuanji raised his hand again.

The seven nine-day real thunders gathered in the night sky in just a split second, and these seven real thunders that could destroy heaven and earth were wrapped in the sound of lightning that pierced the clouds and cracked stones, and struck in the direction of the old actor!

The old actor raised his head and looked at the attack that could destroy a city.

"It's terrible,"

Between heaven and earth, only this sentence is left.

Obviously there is only a stage in this small world, but the old opera singer casually pulled out a piece of dog's tail grass.

He faced the seven nine-day real thunder, and held up this very ordinary grass.

Like raising a sword.

No vision.

No sound was heard.

In an instant, the seven so-called nine-day true thunders that could destroy heaven and earth in front of the old opera's eyes were cut in half by this very common dog's tail grass!

"13 seconds," the old actor smiled and walked across the sky, preparing to leave here and find Cao Bailu.

However, the moment he left, his head was pushed heavily into the stage!

"Did I tell you that you can leave!?" Qi Mosheng came back, his eyes were full of hostility and murderous aura in his original body of immortality!
"Wanxiang Daoyin!" He roared.

Unlike Xiahou Xuanji who doesn't speak harshly, Qi Mosheng, as a Taoist priest, sometimes needs to ask God.

The one he wants to invite this time should be a projectionist from Shangsanqing.

The image of a certain immortal gradually gathered in this small world.

"I invite your mother!" The old actor yelled violently, and he, who was pressed on the stage, turned sideways, and directly sent Qi Mosheng who was on top of him flying.

Qi Mosheng flew backwards for several miles, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The image of the immortal gradually dissipated.

11 seconds.

11 seconds left.

　This is a big change.

　　Recently, some readers have responded that my writing is rubbish. If there are readers who have been reading this far, thank you for your support and persistence.

　　Thank you very much, I will take the time to slowly change the chapters that were poorly written before.

　　There will be an update later, if I don’t see enough, I will add more.

　　
　
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