The Heaven’s Jailer

"probably!"

The white robe youth replied hesitantly.

"Yes, yes, no, no, what should it be?" Liu Lang frowned.

The white-robed youth sighed and said: "The ancestor of Shenguang is a figure hundreds of thousands of years ago. Unless he stands up now and comes to a **** confession, otherwise, who dares to say that he is his descendant? Ten thousand years, there are so many things that can happen. Moreover, the ancestor of Shenguang never admitted that he had heirs. Maybe it was my ancestor who accidentally obtained the magic of Shenguang, so he used the descendants of the ancestor of Shenguang. Self-righteous."

"You are strict."

Liu Lang was speechless for a while.

However, the white-robed youth is not unreasonable.

Liu Lang remembers that the first half of the Shenguang tactic he obtained in the Shenguang Cave records the life of the Shenguang ancestor. It does not mention his wife and children. Of course, it does not rule out that the Shenguang ancestor deliberately protects the descendants. Keep silent.

After all, the ancestor of Shenguang made too many enemies back then.

"Then what is your purpose for establishing Chengtian Pavilion? You want to learn from the ancestors of Shenguang and be the enemy of the entire Chengtian Continent?" After taking back his thoughts, Liu Lang continued to ask.

"I don't have so much courage, I just don't want to be sent under the fence." Bai Robo laughed at himself.

"Send someone under the fence?" This word is very narrative.

"Actually, I come from the Duanmu tribe." The white robe youth continued.

"Duanmu tribe?" To be honest, Liu Lang had never heard of it.

The white-robed youth seemed to have been immersed in his own world, and did not pay attention to the changes in Liu Lang’s expression. He continued to preach: "The Duanmu tribe is a relatively large tribe in the Eastern Region. There are even cultivators above the fairyland. Thousands, and the high priest, as the leader of the tribe, even possesses a golden immortal cultivation level."

"It's just a golden fairy. It's not much higher than you. You work hard and you may surpass him one day."

Liu Lang laughed.

"What can I do if I surpass him, I am just a relative, and I am destined to not be able to enter the senior level, and I am not even qualified to become a tribal elder. My status in the tribe is not even as good as a little fairy from the Duanmu clan." The white robe youth shook his head and said .

"That's why you came out from Ligate."

Liu Lang suddenly realized.

A person is not afraid of being poor, not afraid of being tired, but afraid that there is no way to rise.

The white-robed youth used the term "Send the Guard", which was obviously disappointed with the Duanmu tribe, or rather, disappointed with the tribal system centered on the clan.

It is understandable to set up a Chengtian Pavilion in this way.

However, the system cannot be broken by one person overnight. The steps of the white-robed youth are obviously too great. Even without Liu Lang, they will suffer sooner or later.

At least, after the Duanmu tribe knew that Chengtian Pavilion was a young man in white robe, they would not let Chengtian Pavilion continue to exist.

"Unfortunately, I met you." The white-robed youth looked at Liu Lang with a complex expression.

"Don't say it, it seems like I broke your major event." Liu Lang said innocently: "Actually, when you just started, I gave you a stick to save you. In case, Duanmu The tribe found that you have a strange heart, and you don't even know how to die."

"Like you can say it?"

The white-robed youth had a dark face, and said, "I planned well. When the time is right, Chengtian Pavilion can fight against Duanmu tribe, and then show my true face. But, you just kicked me sideways and made me angry. Before I could change my face, I ran over. With the eyeliner of the Duanmu tribe in the Eastern Region, I guess it won’t be long before I know what I did."

"Is it because you are not easy to face yourself, so you lay on my head?"

Liu Lang's face was darker.

The white-robed young man was silent. After a long time, he said in a huff, "What should be said and what should not be said, I have already said, should you tell me who you are?"

"Do you really want to know?" Liu Langhao looked at the white-robed youth in his spare time.

"Of course." The white robe youth replied affirmatively.

Liu Lang was curious about his golden tactics, he was even more curious about Liu Lang's golden tactics.

After all, the Golden Light Technique has disappeared for hundreds of thousands of years in the Chengtian Continent. Even if the family of the white-robed youth masters the formula, no one dares to practice for fear of causing trouble.

The white-robed youth was also determined to leave the Duanmu tribe, thinking that the strength was insufficient, and then ventured to practice the Golden Light Technique.

"Okay! Then I'll tell you."

Liu Lang tidyed up his clothes and solemnly said, "Actually, I am the reincarnation of the ancestor of Shenguang."

"My Nima..."

The young man in the white robe spouted blood.

He just said that he was a descendant of the ancestor of Shenguang, this guy said he was the reincarnation of the ancestor of Shenguang, obviously taking advantage.

"I'm just kidding, to liven up the atmosphere, why are you taking it seriously?" Liu Lang said in surprise.

"Silly fork is serious!" the white-robed youth said angrily.

"Don't take it seriously, why are you vomiting blood in excitement?" Liu Lang asked puzzledly.

"Am I excited? I'm so angry." The white robe youth gritted his teeth.

"Well, even if we are angry, let us calm down now." Liu Lang patted the shoulder of the young man in white robe, "Next, I'm not kidding, every sentence is serious."

Liu Lang cleared his throat, coughed dryly, and continued: "Although I am not your ancestor, I am indeed your elder. In fact, I am a closed disciple of Jinguang ancestor."

"Are you sure you are not kidding?"

With the previous experience and lessons, this time, the white-robed youth calmed down a lot, staring into Liu Lang's eyes and asked in a deep voice.

"Of course I wasn't kidding." Liu Lang said solemnly.

"But, isn't your age older than me?" The white-robed youth looked up and down Liu Lang.

"Now I'm talking about seniority, it has nothing to do with age."

"I mean, the golden light ancestor is still alive?" The white robe youth was full of suspicion. Based on the world's understanding of the golden light ancestor, as long as the golden light ancestor is still alive, it is impossible to be silent, and the golden light ancestor has disappeared. Hundreds of thousands of years.

The vast majority of people believe that Jin Guang's ancestor is already dead.

"Of course not. Jinguang ancestor died hundreds of thousands of years ago." Liu Lang replied.

"Then how do you worship your teacher?" The white robe youth curled his lips.

"Of course it depends on this!" Liu Lang moved his mind and took out the letter left by the ancestor of Shenguang.

The white-robed youth took it suspiciously.

"Yu Xiu Jinguang Jue, self-proclaimed Jinguang ancestor, killed countless people in his life..." Reading through the contents of the letter, the white-robed youth became more serious, and the world's rumors about Jinguang ancestors were more of a slander. Described as a heinous big bad guy, but this letter showed him a different golden ancestor.

After Jin Guang ancestor's self-report, it is the formula of Jin Guang Jue, which is exactly the same as the Jin Guang Jue he cultivated.

"Here, I didn't say to accept you as a closed disciple?" After a long time, the white-robed young man raised his head and said doubtfully.