All Heavens: Starting from Douluo

"alright."

"You are not the same kind of people as us anyway."

"Just like foxes and monkeys, although they are both considered wild animals in the eyes of humans, they are still two different species in essence and cannot be confused with each other."

"I really don't understand your relationship very well."

"Of course, you don't know much about the magical powers of the Aolai lineage."

"As an outsider, I won't give you experts any advice on this issue... Anyway, Xiao Yaya's progress is indeed slow."

"Oh no, I should say, slower than you guys."

"Compared to other monsters."

"Yaya's realm is rising very quickly."

Liu'er put his hands on his hips and said this in a casual tone.

To put it bluntly, it's just not right.

This is also the ancestral characteristic of the Aolai lineage.

Liu Er is like this, the Third Young Master is like this, and Bai Yuechu's father is like this too.

Tushan Honghong, who was familiar with the style of the Aolai lineage, didn't care much about this. She looked into the distance and brought up the previous topic. Her tone was mixed with a little sigh, and she said without hesitation: "It is said that heroes are made by the times. In my opinion, this saying is both right and wrong. It is right because too many geniuses have emerged because of the times, and it is wrong because true geniuses can lead the times... I know your confusion just now, Sister Liu'er. It is obvious that the Third Young Master has suppressed people inside and outside the circle for so many years, but after entering the world, he lost his status as the strongest and was overtaken... In fact, the answer to this question is really simple, because we are all related to Lin Chaoci."

"Hiss...it seems to be true!"

"Let me see...you three won't say anything."

"Yaya is still young."

"But I don't think I can escape from that guy's clutches."

"I guess that guy is going to enjoy the blessing of having two wives. Anyway, if it were me, I would definitely not be able to restrain myself, because I am a greedy person... ahem... anyway, few people can control themselves."

"The situation is similar here at the Yiqi Dao League."

"I don't know what means that guy used."

"He laid a very solid foundation for his gang of little brothers... To be honest, I always thought that the difference between me and them was in the foundation. Last time I met that brat from the Wen family, he was only at the seventh level of foundation building, but I, the Great Demon King, almost didn't escape. It's outrageous that each person fought across nine small realms."

"In addition, the same is true for the four demon countries."

"The strength of that girl Huan Du Luo Lan should not be underestimated."

"Just a little younger."

"It feels like the human race's genius is gushing out... Did the ancestral tomb explode?"

Liu Er touched his head.

I couldn't help but recall the experience at that time.

God knows how miserable she is.

A great demon king.

She was chased all the way by Wen Bolin, a cultivator who was equivalent to a great demon king in the past. During the chase, it can be said that Wen Bolin was holding thunder and smashing it down. Although it was related to the fact that she passed by the Wen family at that time and was curious about the golden thunder, so she sneaked in to watch. To put it bluntly, she was rude first, so it was normal for Wen Bolin to chase her.

Not to mention this kind of secret technique.

Even if it is a method of cultivating immortals.

It can even be said that it is a skill that can support oneself.

You can't learn it just because you want to.

Under normal circumstances, you need to pour water and run errands for the master for three years before you can be accepted as a disciple and be called a master. However, it is still uncertain whether you can learn something from him. In addition, there are many unique skills, which are often the things left by the master. If you don’t have a certain opportunity, you can forget about learning them in your life.

Therefore.

Learning by stealing has always been a taboo.

This is not the same as allowing you to be a bystander.

Allowing you to watch is equivalent to letting you learn, but how much you can learn depends on your own ability. There is no such thing as a master-disciple relationship, let alone any guidance. To put it simply, it is not difficult for her to visit the Wen family and ask for an answer to this question. It is naturally not a difficult thing to watch.

But the bad thing was her contempt.

She thinks there is nothing wrong with the Wen family.

Not to mention that the Wen family has never produced a Jindan cultivator so far.

Even if it happened.

For example, Shenhuoshan Villa.

She still comes when she wants and leaves when she wants.

But who could have thought that her boat capsized in this ditch.

Wen Bolin chased him for seven thousand miles in one breath.

If the distance wasn't too far.

Wen Bolin was afraid that this was a ploy to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

They were also afraid of being lured into the enemy's deep territory.

So I chose to give up and stop chasing.

She estimated that she would have to keep running until she could escape back to Aolai Kingdom in one breath.

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So, since then.

Liu'er was particularly depressed.

A cross-border battle, won, sounds like a really cool script.

But when the background board is yourself.

Even if his identity was not revealed that day.

No signature spells were used.

But no matter how long you think about it, it's still a shame.

So, when she touched her hair, she didn't mean that she had this habit, but that the thunder javelin at that time just brushed past her scalp. It was also the last attack that Wen Bolin launched by controlling the golden thunder when he saw that he could not catch up. Although she finally escaped by luck, otherwise she would not be seen today. But every time she thought about it, she still felt her scalp go cold, and she could clearly recall the feeling of being on the verge of life and death.

"Whether the ancestral tomb was blown up or not...it's hard to say."

“But these kinds of blowouts have happened before.”

“This time, it can only be described as similar but different.”

“It’s not the first case.”

Tushan Rongrong, who had long been accustomed to Liu'er's unrestrained ridicule, shook her head slightly, took over the topic, and recalled the recorded history: "Hundreds of years ago, when Fan Yunfei became the Demon King, a group of amazing geniuses also appeared on the human side. The one leading the group was called Wang Quan Wumu... The Four Swords of Wind, Rain, Thunder and Lightning, the Sword Princess Pavilion, the Nalan Family and the Du Family, as well as the founder of the Wen Family, Wen Dao, and all the forces in the human race today, all have a connection with Wang Quan Wumu... He is also the only human that the Third Young Master has chosen so far. It can even be said that he was chosen when he was a teenager. Similar to Lin Chaoci, after the news of his death reached the Third Young Master, according to Tushan's historical records, the Third Young Master once came out of the mountain, suspected of wanting to avenge him, but for some reason, he finally chose to give up... What happened later is widely known. Fan Yunfei killed Wang Quan Jingxing and was named the Demon King for this achievement."

"Little Wumu..."

There was a hint of emotion in Liu'er's tone.

Lin Chaoci is different from Wang Quan Wumu.

Not just in terms of personality.

It depends more on the preferences of both parties.

Wang Quan Wumu is better at finding kindness, that is, making friends with kindness as the foundation, and such friends are also particularly reliable. Lin Chaoci is good at understanding human nature, that is, making friends with logic and sincerity. Although friends made in this way are equally reliable, their origins and influence are bound to be not as extensive as the former.

The third young master had met Wang Quan Wumu before.

Liu'er also saw it.

Although I don't see it often.

From birth to death, there are no more than five sides.

But the boy still left a deep impression on her, so much so that after all these years, when others mentioned this name, she could still recall the sunny boy with teardrop moles at the corners of his eyes.

In addition, she had to admit that what Tushan Rongrong said was indeed correct.

This situation and this situation are just like that time and that moment.

Just saying, they are similar after all.

Rather than being really the same.

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