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Chapter 228 Shushan Changliu Tianyong City

Ye Ji walked to the trash can, picked up the discarded advertising flyer crumpled into a sand sculpture, and spread it out.

Read the above again.

"Red flag cars, ruthless men, hundreds of strong men in black suits and sunglasses."

"It's all complete."

He had a speechless expression on his face, it was not fake that he co-authored this ad, there really was such a broken service.

Moreover, the God of War in the Dragon King Palace has been created, which is really outrageous.

"Why did the old dragon king like Long Aotian die?"

Ye Ji sighed and continued watching the play.

Cemetery.

Hundreds of gods of war in black suits and middle-aged men paid homage to Long Aotian, put the bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of the tomb, and then looked at the two people beside the tomb.

The two are the sons and daughters of Long Aotian, Tornado and Long Ling.

At this time, the two tornado brothers and sisters trembled in fright when they saw this unison.

"What are you guys doing?" the siblings stammered anxiously.

The middle-aged man squeezed out a stiff smile and walked towards the trembling two.

"You are the descendants of the old Dragon King."

"Mr. Long, Ms. Long, we are here to commemorate the old Dragon King. We disturbed you without notice. As for what happened to the old Dragon King before his death, it is for your own good that he didn't tell you."

The siblings were confused and shocked.

Could it be that his father, who was so ordinary that he couldn't be more ordinary, is really a super big man?

Tornado swallowed his saliva and said, "Then can you tell me the identity of my father now?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "Sorry, I promised the old Dragon King."

After all, he beckoned and wanted to leave with a hundred war gods in suits.

At this time, dozens of people carrying microphones and cameras rushed in at the entrance of the cemetery, all of them were reporters sent by major media.

All the reporters with flushed faces crowded together and stepped forward excitedly.

All of a sudden, countless long guns and short cannons gathered around.

"Hello, sir, who are you?"

"Sir, I'm Wang Bingbing, a reporter from Beijing TV Station. What's your relationship with that old gentleman who has passed away?"

"What kind of power is the Dragon King Hall? What are the God of War and the Dragon King? Is it a secret army affiliated to the country?"

In an instant, these media reporters rushed over in a swarm, overwhelming the scene.

The middle-aged man frowned and shouted, "Silence!"

A chilling air rose from him in an instant.

These media reporters immediately became terrified, quieted down, and looked at him with fearful eyes, so scary.

The middle-aged man looked around at the crowd and said in a deep voice, "I say, listen."

"You can broadcast the matter of the old dragon king as you like, but don't ask about the identity of the old dragon king, don't inquire about it, even if you know it, don't tell it."

"Otherwise, the consequences are not something you can bear."

Word down!

He turned around and left, followed by hundreds of war gods in suits behind him.

Cars with red flags drove away from the cemetery.

All the onlookers and reporters at the scene looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to step forward to stop them.

After a long time.

The Hongqi motorcade completely disappeared in front of their eyes, and everyone realized that they were looking at the two brothers and sisters of Tornado with burning eyes.

"Two, is that old gentleman your relative?"

"Do you know those people just now, they"

Just when these fanatical reporters set up long guns and short cannons again, a sudden sound from the sky shocked everyone.

"Shushan Sword Immortal sent the Supreme Elder to ascend!"

"The Immortal Gate of Changliu respectfully sends the Ascension to the Immortal!"

"Tianyong City respectfully send the ancestor to ascend!"

At this moment, countless people were stunned, their bodies trembling in shock.

They opened their mouths and stared dully at streams of light flying over from the distant sky.

The light dissipated, and what appeared in everyone's eyes were dozens of young people in elegant fairy clothes, all with flying swords under their feet, suspended in mid-air like that.

"hiss!"

"Fuck, is it true or not?"

"Impossible, isn't this just filming a joke about Wia?"

"Sword Immortal of Shu Mountain? Changliu Immortal Gate? Tianyong City? Are there really immortals in this world? Aren't the Immortals legends?"

Everyone is fried.

You must know that there were pre-Qin alchemists in the ancient times of the old soil, but immortals have always been legendary and have not been discovered for thousands of years.

And now, right under their noses, a group of immortals flying with swords appeared, how inconceivable this is.

The cemetery, no, the whole world is boiling at this moment, unprecedented shock.

One piece of news, one after another video streamed to the whole world in an instant, and all the chaebols heard the news and moved.

downtown.

This scene was played on the screens of countless high-rise buildings, and everyone looked up, their eyes were so shocked.

Ye Ji saw the truth and didn't know what to say, this fairy has come out, and the people behind the scenes are quite funny.

He could tell at a glance that the group of immortals were not human beings.

It's just a virtual gadget created by people using secret methods, a trick played by the person behind the scenes hiding in the dark.

The pupil moved slightly and landed in a certain direction.

There was a funerary coffin in that direction, exactly the funeral coffin advertised.

He became a little interested.

Just as he was about to go, he was suddenly attracted by a few young people next to him.

A few meters away, stood three young men, two men and one woman, all handsome men and beautiful women.

Among them, the girl with a delicate and cold face said to the calm young man beside her:

"Wang Xuan, what do you think?"

The young man named Wang Xuan looked at the fairy flying with a sword on the high-rise screen, and smiled softly:
"Zhao Qinghan, you ask me how to see, of course I see with my eyes."

"loquacious!"

Zhao Qinghan said indifferently, then looked at another young man who escaped: "Qin Cheng, what do you think?"

Qin Cheng touched his head: "Hey, Goddess, do you think it's useful to ask me?"

She silently turned her head and stopped talking.

Wang Xuan glanced at her, and said, "Maybe it's true. From ancient times to the present, there are records about Lie Xian. We haven't seen it yet, but that doesn't mean we don't have it."

As he spoke, he paused for a moment, staring at the picture on the wall of the tall building above, and the flying figures of Yujian were deeply burned into his eyes.

The voice was a bit solemn and excited: "Perhaps, even if they are not immortals, they may be related to the legendary alchemists, which means"

"The techniques of the old earth are all true."

Zhao Qinghan's exquisite face was a little dignified.

The immortal who has never appeared before appears, the peace of the old land is about to be broken, and all the plutocrats will swarm like wolves smelling blood.

The old land will usher in an unprecedented earthquake.

She pursed her lips, feeling a little worried.

The three of them stared at the figures in the sky of Yujian, each with strange emotions.

At this time.

A clear and handsome voice came from behind.

"Several, do you want me to take you there to experience the demeanor of those immortals for yourself?"

They turned to look.

A handsome young man dressed in a black imperial robe with an unparalleled temperament was looking at them with a smile.

(End of this chapter)