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Long Qianliu is naturally the protagonist, Zhuo Yan just settled it at a glance, the person in front of him must be the protagonist, you must know that Zhuo Yan's memory belongs to the early prehistoric period, and he has never seen such a description... Weird But he still looks handsome and his strength has reached that of Taiyi Xuanxian.

You must know that everyone has not gone to the Zixiao Palace on the 33rd floor to listen to the sermon at this moment, and Hongjun is still one step away from becoming a saint. With this kind of Taoism, how could it be possible that he did not leave a pen and ink in the prehistoric world... The only possibility is that An outsider who does not belong to this world like him.

Although Zhuo Yan couldn't see what Long Qianliu's body was, not to mention the dark golden pupils, just looking at the translucent scales under Long Qianliu's right eye, he knew that the protagonist must be an inhuman race, Zhuo Yan looked With his few scales and pupils, he guessed... this person might be from the Dragon Clan.

That's exactly what happened.

Long Qianliu took back the crystal bottle, and seeing Zhuo Yan who gradually stabilized and looked at him with gratitude, his eyebrows that should have been filled with anger softened following his tone: "Fellow Daoist, can you fine?"

Zhuo Yan got up from the ground, wiped the corners of his mouth, and smiled gratefully at him: "It's not a problem, thanks to fellow Taoist for helping." His eyes fell on the crystal bottle in Long Qianliu's hand, his eyes were open, But with a hint of guilt: "It's a pity that such a good elixir was wasted for people like me who can't practice well."

Long Qianliu suddenly felt that this person was interesting, and he was different from all the non-powerful cultivators he had ever come into contact with. Then he thought that if he hadn't come to this world, he would definitely live in a daze and live with low self-esteem, so he couldn't help but say Said: "Fellow Taoist, don't underestimate yourself, God rewards hard work."

At this moment, the primordial way of heaven has not yet been proved, and this Long Qianliu has already uttered such advanced words, the corners of Zhuo Yan's mouth curled up.Although this is the case, what he said is really a bit of a taste, he stood up straight, looked at Long Qianliu who was just a little shorter than him, but taller than him: "But...you can't do it, fellow Taoist!" Have you tried to save me many times?"

His tone was full of teasing, he paused, and then said a little dejectedly: "It seems that I am hopeless."

Long Qianliu was stunned, but Zhuo Yan's words meant that he felt helpless, he hesitated: "Could it be that fellow Taoist has some unspeakable secrets?" Such a talkative and interesting person, although the conversation is not long, is better than those cultivators who are busy proving each other as soon as they meet. Do you have to look at the cultivators who have finally had a good talk like this? Annihilation left behind in the prehistoric history?

Zhuo Yan smiled wryly: "I..." He hesitated, in fact, everyone knew that the purpose of these scumbags' hesitation was to win the belly draft, how to fool Long Qianliu's past time.

"If you don't want to say it, fellow daoist, don't force yourself." Long Qianliu tugged at the corner of his mouth, and passed by calmly: "However," he still felt a little uncomfortable not to say it: "If you really need help, Qianliu will certainly lend a helping hand."

"Qianliu?" Zhuo Yan was taken aback.

Long Qianliu suddenly became interested. The name of this puller was the name he gave himself after he left the dragon clan and became a monk halfway through: "My name is Long Qianliu, and my name is...hehe," he touched his nose: "Qianliu Dao Jun."

Zhuo Yan smiled in his heart, a very presumptuous kind, of course he is good at hiding his emotions, but he just curled his lips slightly on the surface: "So it's Daoist Qianliu, my name..." His eyes flickered, and he was thinking He introduced himself, but suddenly raised his hand to cover his forehead: "Hiss," he seemed to be gasping for breath in pain, and frowned: "My name?"

Seeing that the man in front of him was about to hit the ground again, Long Qianliu quickly helped him up: "Fellow Daoist...?"

The expression on Zhuo Yan's face changed several times, his lips opened and closed several times: "My name?..."

"Yes, your name..." Long Qianliu replied, feeling more and more strange about the man in front of him. This kind of behavior is obviously a sign of madness, and seeing Zhuo Yan's constant pain, he couldn't help it Interrupted him: "If you really can't think of it, don't force it."

Hearing these words, Zhuo Yan's body froze, but he also stabilized his body. Unexpectedly, Long Qianliu brushed Long Qianliu's hand away, stepped back two steps, and pressed his head tightly with his hand: "name?"

Zhuo Yan suddenly raised his head and looked at Long Qianliu: "I don't know." His eyes were painful: "I don't know, I don't have a name." He put down his hand after saying this, and repeated: "I don't have a name."

Long Qianliu didn't know how to comfort him, and Zhuo Yan didn't need him to comfort him. After struggling for a while, he suddenly raised his head and stared straight at Long Qianliu's dark golden eyes: "Do you know who I am? ?”

His tone was probing: "I think you should know."

This question stumped Long Qianliu. After thinking about it, Long Qianliu couldn't figure out who the person in front of him was. There must be no one who can leave a name in the prehistoric world. It's right that he hadn't been certified before. Already received the lunch box?In this way, how does he know who he is?

But I didn't expect that Zhuo Yan was an outsider like myself, but there was a reason for this... You must know that when Long Qianliu first met Zhuo Yan, Zhuo Yan was dying frequently after all, and Long Qianliu just carried the habitual thinking of humans like this He decided that if Long Qianliu didn't help the man in front of him, the man in front of him would definitely hang in this place.

Besides, firstly, Long Qianliu's nature is not that particular, and secondly, although Long Qianliu was said to be reborn in the wilderness, Long Qianliu's thinking is indeed still stuck in the time when he was still a human being...

In fact, he was still in the game, lost his eyes, and did not jump out of the game.

Zhuo Yan still looked at Long Qianliu with expectant eyes, but Long Qianliu could not say a word after deliberating for a long time, this kind of confrontation did not last long, Zhuo Yan sighed: "So you don't Know."

Long Qianliu raised his eyebrows, he was quite embarrassed, after all, he said to help at the beginning, but he was not good at counting the matter, how could he find the root for Zhuo Yan, so he said: "Feel sorry."

Little did he know that this incident had a profound impact on Long Qianliu's future. Long Qianliu knew that the holy position was rare, so he was diligent in looking for a chance of life in the number of days.

Zhuo Yan shook his head: "No problem." But he smiled wryly.

Although Long Qianliu's human heart cannot be called the best, he is still like an ordinary person. This is why he has never realized the next level. Daoxing talks about the nature of the world, that is, the comprehension of the way of heaven, and his mind is still Staying in the past, the Taoism that affects the practitioner's behavior and attitude towards the world naturally does not go up.

Besides, the level of Taoism determines the power of supernatural powers... Long Qianliu in the early stage really didn't mix well.

Of course, neither of them knew about the above.

Long Qianliu sighed: "I'm very sorry."

Zhuo Yan vaguely felt that this kid was kind-hearted, and he was not used to it for a while. After all, the few he met before were not so straightforward. If he really wanted to attack this kind of personality...it really didn't suit his usual style.

Zhuo Yan stood up straight, and was about to say something, but he didn't expect that at this moment, there was a loud sound of fairy voices in the prehistoric world, and an aura that seemed to be able to wipe everyone into ashes with just aura, spread from a certain point in the prehistoric .

The unenlightened and low-level creatures couldn't help but bow down to the position where the aura radiated. This aura made them understand their own insignificance, and their instincts made them succumb.

Long Qianliu and Zhuo Yan looked at each other in surprise, but they seemed to have lost consciousness all of a sudden, allowing the aura to oppress their upper body, how could they resist the power of a saint.

Yes, the majesty of a saint, Hongjun finally comprehended the jade butterfly of good fortune, melted the jade plate and joined the way of heaven, Dao 49, Tianyan [-], and finally a ray of life was finally made up for Hongjun, forming a cycle with calamity as the main body, The sound of the Great Desolation Immortal is loud, it is the sound of joy.

Until the fairy sound gradually slowed down and finally disappeared, the two people who had collapsed on the ground got up from the ground and sat up. Long Qianliu couldn't help laughing, and looked at Zhuo Yan with joy in his eyes: " This coercion..."

As a Long Qianliu traverser, it is actually not difficult to guess who this aura came from!It is nothing more than Hongjun Patriarch who was the Taiyi True Immortal when the chaos first opened. After waiting for so long, Daozu Hongjun finally melted into a jade plate and merged with the Dao of Heaven, succeeded in proving the Dao, and stepped into the position of a saint.

However, with Long Qianliu's current strength, he couldn't guess whether the old Taoist Hongjun had beheaded the three corpses to become a saint.And the other innate powers who have half a foot into the quasi-sage, or who have already stepped into the quasi-sage, can't help but look in the direction of Hongjun in surprise. Those who have achieved it first, they seem to be a step behind?

Of course, this is off topic.

Zhuo Yan propped up his body with one hand, and sat upright on the ground as well. It seemed a little inexplicable why Long Qianliu was smiling so cheerfully. He frowned and asked, "What's wrong with coercion? Fellow Daoist Qianliu..."

"It's nothing." Long Qianliu also felt that his sense of joy seemed a little inexplicable, and he coughed lightly: "It seemed to be just now." He looked up at Dongfang, who had just lost his pressure, "It seems that there is a big Capable person..." He was thinking about his words, after all, he is only as good as Taiyi Xuanxian now, and he is two steps behind Da Luo Jinxian, who has reached the level of Da Luo Jinxian, who was just born, which is really cheeky.

Although he was trying to figure out what happened in the past, it was hard for him to say such clear words.

Even if Zhuo Yan didn't know what he was thinking, he knew that he had something difficult to say, so he said: "Someone has successfully proved the Tao, so he became a saint." He spoke fearlessly, which also caused Long Qianliu to look at him in surprise he.

Seeing Long Qianliu's surprised face and looking at him in a daze, Zhuo Yan couldn't help pursing his lips and smiling: "Although I can't justify my morals, I still know what I should know."

Long Qianliu vaguely felt that he seemed to have saved a rather remarkable person, so he hid the doubts in his heart, nodded and said, "Friend Daoist, what I thought was right."

Before the conversation continued, Hongjun, who had successfully proved the Dao, finally spoke, and his people seemed to be beside every living being in the prehistoric world: "I am Hongjun, and now I have realized the way of holiness. Thirty-three days later, the Zixiao Palace will be set up to preach, and anyone who is destined can come to listen to the sermon."

This move is ingenious, as far as the Taoism of today's living beings is concerned, it is still a question of whether they can fly 33 days away, no wonder they have to add a sentence of predestined persons, which naturally filters out those who have no strength, and... a hundred years to fly to 33 days away, another severe test, who knows if you will get lost in the 33 days.

Zhuo Yan looked at Long Qianliu with a strange expression: "Daoist Qianliu, do you want to go to that 33 days away to listen to the sermon...?"

Long Qianliu was a little surprised by Zhuo Yan's question, that's for sure, but he still nodded and said, "Naturally."

"Oh..." Zhuo Yan replied so long, but then he got up suddenly, and bowed his hands to Long Qianliu who was still sitting on the ground: "I will repay the kindness of today."

Long Qianliu just thought that the feeling of getting along with friends in modern times has returned to the original point again. This sentence reminded him that he was still in the prehistoric age, indicating that a cause and effect had been formed between them.

Blinking his eyes, Long Qianliu took a deep breath, and thought of going to listen to the sermon by himself, which was a bit mysterious, so he said, "If you want to repay your kindness," he thought for a while, "Fellow Taoist, why don't you go to the 33-day distance together?" Heard?"

Zhuo Yan secretly said that he was really hit, but his brows were lost: "I don't have great supernatural powers." Naturally, it meant that he didn't have the ability to go up to Zixiao Palace 33 days away to listen to Hongjun's sermon.

But Long Qianliu didn't care: "It doesn't matter, Qianliu's body is..." He paused at this point, showing a wry smile: "The dragon clan with the blood of the ancient dragon clan, there is still a way to take you there in 33 days. "Having said everything, Long Qianliu didn't care much, and looked at Zhuo Yan calmly.

Zhuo Yan looked at the silver hair he put down on purpose to block the dragon scale under his right eye, and thought about the look on his face when he just talked about his life experience, his eyes narrowed slightly, it turned out that he was still a child with low self-esteem.

Once you find a weakness, it's easy to attack. I saw Zhuo Yan looked at Long Qianliu with some surprise: "I didn't expect that the ancestor dragon's lineage still has blood..."

This time it was Long Qianliu's turn to be surprised, he asked back: "You know?"

Zhuo Yan was stunned: "Yes, how would I know?" He shook his head, frowning: "It's just... I just remembered."

Long Qianliu felt more and more mysterious about the person in front of him.

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Long Qianliu said: Hello fellow Taoist.

Zhuo Yan looked at the upright Long Qianliu in front of him: Er, hello, fellow daoist.

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That is to say, actor Zhuo Yan continued to improve his proficiency in [acting skills].

This time I'm pretending to be a cultivator who doesn't know my memory.