Chapter 708： Beginning of Variation

The word of the demon suddenly made Qing Wu open her eyes again and tears and dimly looked at his eyes with thick doubts.

"He went back to Xilan? When did it happen?"

With a slight vibrato, she was nervous looking at the demon, looking forward to it and chanting

"Over a month ago"

Mo Fa answered faintly

He also wondered what relationship Feng Hao had with this saint. Why did the maiden respond so much when he heard his name?

He couldn't understand how a young man in a kingdom got in touch with a saint priest and seemed to have an unusual relationship

"More than a month ago?"

Qingwu looked like a glance back and forth, standing up and asking, "Are you sure it was more than a month ago, not a year ago?"

"I don't think I remember correctly"

The devil is still talking lightly

"He is not dead, he is not dead"

The tears standing Qing Wu just so fixed came out again. She murmured in a crying mood. It seemed like a surprise and a loss. It was complicated.

She didn't know whether Feng Hao had succeeded or not in the Beibei Forbidden Land?

She is contradictory

"Who is Wuer Fengfeng?"

Lan Xun's face sank and asked,

She felt more and more that things were not quite right

There is only one possibility that a woman is so disoriented for a man ...

She falls in love with him

"It's ... Menger's father"

Qingwu reacted, hesitated, closed his eyes and said slowly

"Menger's father?"

Everyone looked at her with a different look.

Lan Xun is unknown because she has no idea whether it is Xue Yu in Xiao Qingmeng's mouth or this style ...

The main reason is that she didn't know Xiao Qingmeng was born by Qingwu.

And the beautiful maid was slightly relieved ...

It's not that bad guy

Let's just say that my maiden's aesthetic view is not so bad, and how could the water spirit cute like Xiao Qingmeng be the daughter of that han?

And the devil was a bit stunned, and his mouth was drawn fiercely.

This relationship is really unusual, even her daughter is so big

"How did that guy do it?"

No matter what he thinks, he can't connect the teenager of a small kingdom with the sage of his demons.

How did these two guys get on? How could the high-minded maiden look after the boy who was probably a martial art then?

He still guessed wrong at that time Feng Hao was just a big martial artist ...

"magic"

Qing Wu opened her eyes and said to the demon, "Go and tell Feng Hao that there will be a big match on the day of the Holy Fire Festival. I will marry the first winner."

Say she was holding Xiaoqing Meng just walking towards the inner room without turning back

The demon stunned for a while, then nodded thoughtfully and turned to walk outside.

Hearing Qingwu's remarks, he finally understood why Qingwu just looked like that ...

It was forced to marry

Thinking about his pace is a little bit faster

...

Rushing all the way to Xilan King City, he just spent less than a month ...

Along the way, he heard some sage-like winds and the like came to the door of Fengfu and looked at the empty courtyard in front of him.

"The lad saint has left, don't wait there"

An old man kindly reminded him that he was stupid standing at the door of Fengfu

"Sage is gone?"

There was a flash of magic in his eyes, and he turned and looked at the old man.

"If you can see the saints a few days early, now the saints have been with the wind, Joan, and Wansan for a few days ..."

After the old man explained that the demon understood that what happened after he heard that two guardians had been left to protect Xi Lan, he went directly to Xi Lan Palace.

Fortunately, the guard at the gate of the palace knew him. Under the leadership of the guard, he met Hua Shanlan. When he met, he went straight to the subject and told the story of Qingwu to Hua Shanlan.

"What? Feng Hao has a daughter? And his wife has been forced to marry?"

Hua Shanlan was stunned and reacted a little but couldn't see the demon's prudent look. He didn't dare to neglect and just took the demon to the two Fengjia guards to explain the story.

"Feng Hao's wife was forced to marry?"

The two guards looked at each other very confused.

They still know Feng Hao quite well now. They also have some feelings about Feng Hao's rise. In addition to the importance of San Lao, they can no longer ignore the existence of this boy.

Obviously, their trip to Xilan was for this young man, so this is more representative that this young man is by no means as simple as Hua Yuntian and other populations say

"One and a half months to the Torch Festival"

The devil said cautiously

"This..."

The two guards pressed for time. The last guard was hurried to the ancient city of Langxie and the demon could only wait for the news silently. But when he heard that the saint of the wind family existed, he was slightly relieved.

...

Everything on Di Yunfeng is still like Fengfeng Hao within the cocoon. The little ball has not changed at all. The big change is the little black dragon. The dragon's horns on its head have grown a large section. Its claws are faint There are traces of splits. The fourth claw is faintly formed and a terrifying breath slowly spreads on it.

Because it is the blood of the Emperor Feng Hao, the weird thing happened. It can absorb the power of the stars.

The strength of the little black dragon is getting a big radian ...

"Wowa ..."

The sound of the tide is rippling out of Feng Hao's body. His body is crystal clear, and the blood is very clear. There is a flow of light inside. His physique is enhanced by a large arc ...

This is his third day ...

"Hmm ..."

A faint Long Yin sent a slight vibration of the spine from his body, which means that Feng Hao has entered the peak of Wu Zun's realm.

The seventh day ...

After several days of washing with light cocoon energy, his physique has been strengthened to a terrible degree. The muscles inside his body will squirm randomly, and a burst of thunderous sounds will erupt.

"Om ..."

A very abrupt groan came out of the inexplicable charm, and then the energy of the stars on the sky that should have fallen directly on the sculpture was pulled by an inexplicable position, and it even drifted straight and fell on Feng Hao's head. {om Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}