My wife is the reborn boss

Lu Wudao and the others will have a way, even if they can't, then it's over and it's over.

When everything returned to calm, Wu Qiong picked up a blade of grass and put it in his mouth.

A slightly bitter taste lingers in the mouth after biting.

He looked at the sky full of stars with his hands behind his head and sighed:

"Unfamiliar starry sky... I don't know anyone... I don't even have the Milky Way..."

Although he can't see the constellation of the earth.

............

The next day will be bright.

The peerless handsome Wu Qiong went offline, and the legend of the grassland Jordan went online.

He went all the way west, looking for the edge of the grassland.

At that time, the great Tianzun said that the location of Daxue Mountain can be seen as long as you walk to the westernmost part of the grassland and then go north.

He is going all the way west now, and he hacked to death all the tribal gods he encountered along the way.

If you haven't met a tribe, but you sense that there are masters with talent or above within a radius of [-] miles, you can hack them to death together.

Most of the masters on the grassland don't know how to hide their aura.

This is like Dragon Ball, the cosmic people are powerful in combat, so they seldom exercise their skills.

The earthlings have low combat effectiveness, so they exercised their skills to the limit.

Of course, countries such as the Great Zhou have a complete cultivation system and theoretical knowledge here, so many masters above the innate level understand the importance of concealing aura.

After all, you have to run away. If you don't hide your breath, people can find you and hack you to death.

It's the same with chasing and killing others, if they haven't approached yet, and they run away as soon as they sense your breath, then it's a fart to chase and kill others.

"Huh?" Wu Qiong, who was on his way leisurely, stopped, and he closed his eyes and felt slightly.

There are masters forty miles away in the northwest!

A "Tao follows the natural environment", a half-step Tao method, and an innate one!

He smiled slightly, and I, Wu Qiong, took the head of the first person on the grassland who "imitates the natural realm of Taoism"!

He moved his feet, humming an unknown tune and walked in that direction.

There is only intermittent singing in the wind:

"Little Swallow~ Wearing flower clothes~ Come here every spring~"

Forty miles northwest of here, in the Thunder Tribe.

The three gods gathered together.

One of them always had a friendly and harmless smile on his face.

The other person has delicate features and looks a little handsome.

The two of them are arguing.

And the third person, the most imposing master, was crossing his hands under his chin, and was looking coldly at the two people in the dispute with a pair of deep eyes.

Although there was no anger on his face that resembled the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, the other two could feel that he was now in anger.

"Anthony! What do you mean!" the innate expert with delicate features shouted angrily.

"Oh, don't you understand what I mean by God?" Anthony asked slowly, "Obviously, everyone has no chance to win against the Warrior Tribe this year. Isn't it normal to find another family? Why are you so anxious about Joe?"

God George frowned and said: "Thunder Tribe contributed all the resources, Brother Wick also gave half of the cultivation resources he enjoyed for us to use, and it turned out that you were passive and slowed down a year ago, but now you still want to shoot Slap your ass and run away?! It's not that easy!"

"There is a saying in the Southern Kingdom that good birds will choose tall trees to make their nests. Aren't you also secretly flirting with the Lakers tribe? You have the nerve to blame me." Anthony snorted coldly.

"That's called 'good birds choose trees to live in' and 'dark music'." George retorted, "it's like someone who hasn't been to the Southland."

Wick didn't say a word, but the pressure on him was growing.

George sighed: "Brother Wick, don't worry, I, George, am not the kind of ungrateful person."

He squinted at Anthony: "The Lakers Tribe looked for me, but I will not leave the Thunder Tribe! God can learn from it!"

Wick looked at Anthony again.

Anthony also chuckled: "He has seen the people of the Lakers tribe, and he will not leave because of the brotherhood. I have never seen anyone, and of course he will not leave."

Wick nodded, opened his mouth to encourage, and asked, "What do you think about Jordan's matter?"

"I think that Jordan's strength should be at the peak of the lower gods, no matter how strong he is, he will never reach the level of the upper gods." George analyzed.

Three gods of the Philadelphia tribe were beheaded. It is said that the man used two moves.

George himself was in the realm of half-stepping up to the gods. If he was allowed to come, he could kill any one of the three with one move in a one-on-one situation.

But if it is a one-on-two, he may have to work hard.

But that was when the opponent was prepared.

Both Embiid and Simmons of the Philadelphia Tribe became gods soon, that is, in the past two years.

And the man named Fultz himself knew that he was only one step away from the realm of the gods, so he should have just broken through.

That Jordan has never seen it clearly before, so the three of Embiid are obviously underestimated.

If it was him, he could have killed those three people with a simple move.

But Jordan used two tricks.

So he should be inferior to himself, even if he hides his clumsiness, at most he is on equal footing with himself.

Wick nodded.

In fact, he didn't agree with George's statement.

When he heard the name "Jordan", his blood was already boiling.

It is impossible for a master who is a lower god, or even a half-step upper god, to make him feel this way.

As a person who believes in heaven, he thinks this is a sign from heaven to him!