Female President's Almighty King

"Go up and talk?"

Just when everyone thought that the old fortune teller was so awesome that he could be treated like this by the strongest group in Tianshan, he sneered.

"If you want to talk, let him come down and talk!"

Hearing the old fortune teller's words, there was a gasp.

Although they didn't know who wanted to ask the old fortune teller to come up and tell them, the blow just now that dispersed the thunder clouds showed that the person who made the move was really awesome.

Furthermore, from the respectful tone of this ancestor, it can also be seen that the person who invited the old fortune teller to come up may be the most powerful person in Tianshan.

But even so, the old fortune teller still doesn't give him face?

And you bluntly asked the other party to come down and talk?

"What an awesome fortune teller."

Xiao Chen silently praised the old fortune teller in his heart. The old fortune teller who gave him a platform today did a great job!

No wonder the old fortune teller said that as long as he established a divine foundation, he would accompany him to the Tianshan Mountains, so that he would have no worries.

You don't have strong confidence to say such a thing?

"Senior, it is inconvenient for him to come here, so he specially asked me to come and invite you up."

The attitude of the ancestor who just spoke did not change at all, with a hint of politeness.

"It's inconvenient to come? Oh, are you really unable to go down to Tianshan Mountain?"

The old fortune teller sneered.

"Ugh……"

Suddenly, a sigh sounded from the top of Tianshan Mountain.

"Old friend, why are you so pushy? We haven't seen each other for many years. Why don't you come up and talk to me a little bit?"

"Let the goddess go, and I will give you face... don't talk about it, I just go up and have a drink with you, no problem."

The old fortune teller looked at the top of Tianshan Mountain and said calmly.

"The goddess cannot leave Tianxin, otherwise there will be great disaster..."

The old voice sounded again.

"It's not that I won't let it go, it's that I can't let it go."

Hearing this, Xiao Chen frowned and couldn't leave? Can't let it go? disaster? What do these mean?

Could it be that mother was not just suppressed in the land of heaven?

Are there other situations?

The melon-eating crowd also looked at the top of the Tianshan Mountains. The one who spoke was the one who dispersed the thunderclouds, right?

It seems that he can no longer see the true face of Mount Lu.

"I don't want to hear any excuses, I just want to ask whether to let it go or not."

The old fortune teller's face darkened slightly.

"Alas...old friend, I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still like this."

The sigh sounded again, and at the same time spiritual consciousness swept out.

"Divine consciousness...what message is he conveying?"

Some giants noticed it and felt a move in their hearts.

Xiao Chen also looked at the old fortune teller. Was he communicating with the old fortune teller?

I just don’t know, what will he say?

The old fortune teller frowned slightly, glanced at the ancestors of Tianshan Mountain, and finally looked at the top of Tianshan Mountain.

"Okay, let's go up and talk about it, but before that, I have to do something."

"whats the matter?"

From the top of Tianshan Mountain, a voice sounded again.

"I just said I was going to beat him up."

The old fortune teller pointed at the Eighth Patriarch and said calmly.

Hearing the old fortune teller's words, the Eight Patriarch's face suddenly turned green. Why hasn't he forgotten this?

His old man has come forward, but he still wants to beat himself up?

Then his appearance was in vain, wasn't it?

"It's just a small lesson, I'll wait for you."

The man at the top of the Tianshan Mountain finished speaking, and there was no other sound.

"No, I..."

What the Eighth Patriarch wanted to say, it seemed to the old fortune teller, he would subconsciously back away.

boom.

The old fortune teller's aura instantly became extremely violent.

He raised his right hand and pressed it down sharply.

An invisible large palm print appeared on the head of the Eighth Patriarch out of thin air and smacked it into the rocks.

Bazu didn't dare to fight back, so he could only use strong defense to prevent himself from getting hurt.

As for face... I don't care about it at this time.

"..."

Everyone's eyelids twitched as they watched the Eighth Ancestor suddenly disappear from sight.

Was this a slap in the face, and he went directly to the mountains?

Mu Jiutian looked at the Eighth Patriarch with only his head exposed, and felt trembling in his heart. In comparison, he... was still lucky?

"Forget it this time. Next time, I'll blow your head off."

After the old fortune teller finished speaking, he stopped taking action.

Click.

As the rocks collapsed, the Eighth Patriarch emerged from the ground, his old face a little pale.

The blow didn't hurt him, but it wasn't too uncomfortable either.

"Thank you... show mercy."

The Eighth Patriarch looked at the old fortune teller, gritted his teeth, and cupped his hands.

Even his old man was invited to talk to him, which was enough to show that... he knew more than all the old fortune tellers.

It’s better not to provoke such existences as much as possible.

"I'll go up and take a look, and Tianshan will definitely give me an explanation."

The old fortune teller ignored the Eight Ancestor and looked at Xiao Chen and said.

"it is good."

Xiao Chen nodded. It seemed that the old fortune teller he was talking to just now was at the same level as him.

Of course, he was more curious about what the old fortune teller said.

Otherwise, with the old fortune teller's temper, even a person of the same level would not give him half face.

"To give you face, I won't kill Mu Jiutian and Mu Shen for the time being... until you come back."

"..."

The old fortune teller's face trembled, "Good guy, you are just pretending."

"Actually, you don't have to give me face, just kill whoever needs to be killed."

"..."

Mu Jiutian next to you wants to scold your mother. You two are pretending to be cool. Can you please keep your voice down? I don't want to lose face?

But he knows that things have developed so far that they are no longer controllable by him.

The next direction is also out of his control.

"Hand over the photo ball, and I will spare your father and son's lives for now."

Xiao Chen looked at Mu Jiutian and said.

Mu Jiutian didn't say a word and just handed it over like this, which was a bit embarrassing.

"Hand it over."

The Eight Ancestor next to him seemed to understand Mu Jiutian's thoughts and gave him a step up.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, Eighth Patriarch."

Mu Jiutian came down the steps and took out the photo ball.

A soft force held the photo ball and slowly flew towards Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen stretched out his hand expressionlessly, but his slightly trembling hand still betrayed his inner excitement.

Although I didn’t see my mother directly, I could still see her appearance through the photo ball.

Mother... had long been blurry in his memory.

Xiao Chen held the photo ball, and Xiao Sheng next to him also showed excitement.

He hasn't seen her for many years.

"Senior, please."

The ancestor made an 'invitation' gesture, and the other ancestors looked at the old fortune teller with some caution, fearing that he would do something else.

"I'll be back as soon as I go."

After the old fortune teller finished speaking, he climbed up the steps and walked up slowly.

He didn't show any magical powers, just like an ordinary person, neither fast nor slow, and he didn't shrink to an inch.

But his back figure looked so extraordinary in everyone's eyes.

Today's battle will make Xiao Chen and Xiao Sheng famous, but the one who will spread the most word will probably be the old fortune teller.

He alone...suppresses Tianshan!

Everyone knows that if it weren’t for the old fortune teller, Tianshan wouldn’t be so easy to talk to!