"The Lord wanted to win over the old Taoist priest, but the fireworks in Huangjue Temple last night were made, and it was hidden in the meaning of war. I am afraid that the old monks would still violate the Lord's intentions...

I have released the Golden Feathered Eagle, yes or not…”

Three months are not long, but they are not short.

At least, with the strength of Huangjue Temple Zhuang Binggu, not to mention a magic weapon, even two or three, three months are probably enough.

And if the old Taoist priest really came out with the magic weapon, then the problem would be really big...

I just hoped that last night it was a furnace, not a magic weapon that really created!

"In recent years, as the king became more and more anxious, the conflict between Huangjue Temple and the court has also increased. I heard that Liushenmen have been searching for evidence of Huangjue Temple in recent years...

Their offenses will only speed up their demise!”

Ji Ba's face was gloomy.

Huangjue Temple had no conflict with the court at first. On the contrary, compared with those unruly martial artists, these seemingly honest monks made the court more at ease.

Everything starts with the Nantian Mountain Hunting.

That time, although Huangjue Temple sent many monks to help, he refused the court's enlistment of them to cast the military valley, without any room for negotiation.

Although they later offered tens of thousands of good weapons to repair the relationship, anyone with discerning eyes knew that the relationship between the two parties was not as harmonious as before.

If the six doors want to collect the world's weapons, Huangjue Temple will definitely be the first to bear the brunt.

But as he said that, he was also a little surprised:

"It's just that the movement last night was so similar to the sword armor cast by the master back then, I'm afraid something is wrong..."

"The Lord is used to being cautious. There are dozens of divine veins in the world, so what if there is one more? Do you really dare to be an enemy of our court?"

Ji Liu raised his head and drank the wine in his glass in one sip:

"It would be fine if he won over him. Even if he didn't, he would still be a rival to me, Dafeng?"

Although there is a reputation for one person to compete with a country, it is definitely not worthy of the great bounty of leading millions of miles, millions of troops, and countless masters!

As strong as Pang Wanyang, he dared not rush to Dafeng's sharpness. Even if an old Taoist priest becomes a divine vein, what kind of storms can he cause?

“Huh?”

Ji Ba held the wine glass, his eyes suddenly moved, and he said in a daze:

"Battle, brother, look..."

Ji Liu followed his eyes.

I saw a cold dragon that was more than ten feet long winding among the clouds, wandering in the wind and snow in the sky. With a slight movement, it spanned about a mile, with an incredible speed.

Wow~

Ji Ba stood up, his cup was crushed and the wine splashed.

Ji Liu's face also changed, and his mind suddenly became tense.

The cold dragon swooped over, and a man stood on the head of the dragon and flew over with a white robe. At this time, he was playing with a red spear.

Looks lightly.
Chapter completed!