"The phoenix feather arrow shot away suddenly and quickly!

Like a meteor!

The two Shentu turned their heads and looked surprised. They turned their directions and continued to run away.

However, the feather arrow was divided into two and chased them again!

Poof!

Two sounds came together, as if something had been penetrated.

The two Shentu didn't wait to react. They were pierced in a moment.

They lowered their heads and stared at the arrow rain on their chest, but they didn't want the arrow rain to burn slowly.

Instantly turned into a sea of fire, swallowed them up and soon burned out!

The fire of red lotus industry cannot be stopped by God, let alone a mere divine way!

With the complete disappearance of the two miracles, the scene was silent.

Then everyone was boiling!

"Jiang Meng won!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

The sound waves are higher and higher, and everyone is shouting the name of the leader of the Jiang League.

One arrow two miracles!

What a great achievement!

No, there are more than two ways!

There is also a peak of Shentu. The legendary elephant king, the strongest man in West Tianzhu, was also killed thousands of miles away!

This is the God of war!!!

At this moment, jiangbeichen conquered everyone and the whole Tibetan border.

Five hundred years later, his name spread all over Tibet!

And he is also the first foreigner in history to be elected as the holy king of the snow region!

His amazing achievements are also recorded in history forever.

This is all later.

However, at this moment, when the people are ready to come forward to celebrate him.

But he turned into a streamer and flew in the direction of the holy palace.

A moment later, in the red wall, there was a large courtyard.

An old man sat in the yard, holding a five or six-year-old little boy in red in his arms.

Ding Ling! Ding Ling!

A breeze came slowly, colored flags fluttered, and copper bells made a clear sound.

The little boy's eyes were rolling. He was chanting scriptures, but when he saw that the old man seemed to be asleep, he stopped and took out another comic book to read.

"Shajia, what are you doing? Isn't being a teacher asking you to chant?"

The little boy tooted his mouth, quickly put away the comic book and said bitterly, "master, I miss my mother, I want to go home!"

At the age of three, he was taken to the holy palace to study various classics and receive the highest education. In the eyes of outsiders, this is an open life, an invincible road and the most extraordinary victory.

But it's too cruel for a child.

The old man sighed deeply, slightly opened his eyes and stroked his cerebellar bag melon, "saga, I let you read for a teacher, so that you can better understand the universe, understand the true meaning of life as soon as possible, and lead the public out of this bitter sea!"

Shajia looked wronged. "Where's the pain? I feel so happy! I have my mother, father and master! You will always be with me!"

The old man sighed faintly and couldn't help shaking his head. "Disciple, no one can live all the time, live and die, love and leave, can't beg, complain and hate, and five take Yun! This is the eight hardships of life. You're still young, and you'll understand it sooner or later!"

Shajia frowned and wanted to say something. At this time, his big fat ears suddenly moved. He quickly turned his head, pointed to the West and said, "master, look, there's a big red bird!"

WOW!

A moment later, the figure flashed, and a tall and straight body slowly appeared in the courtyard.

The old man smiled, "young man, you finally came. I've been waiting for you for many years..."