"Putong!"

The second old man of the poison hall knelt down at the same time.

"Tagh, the wasteland division of poison hall, Weiya, meet your master!"

"The moon shines in the wasteland of poison hall. I'll meet you, elder!"

Three people all kneel down, only Zhang Xing hands in the sleeve, crooked head, curiously looking at the old man.

The old man's breath is similar to Ana, the 19th generation master of the temple of light. Obviously, he is also a saint.

There is nothing on the stone wall. Turning around to look behind, a group of energy crystals covered the whole wall, forming a set of energy gathering array.

Zhang Xing suddenly realized that what the old man still had was a spiritual idea.

"Zhang Xing, don't be rude. Don't pay homage to your predecessors!"

Big elder Tagh denounced.

Zhang Xing smiles and sticks his right hand on his chest, which is an ordinary junior etiquette.

"Zhang Xing, you are the saint of poison hall 800 years ago?"

Zhang Xing is not a disciple of the poison hall, and there is nothing wrong with the etiquette.

The old man's face showed a special interest in the smile, the child's deep mental power, not affected by his voice, but also found the source of projection, interesting.

"Yes, little friend, I was the vice master of the poison Hall of Shenglong mainland eight hundred years ago, Canglong!"

"If you are not a disciple of poison hall, you may not get my inheritance."

Sure enough, she was a character of the same period with ana. I wanted to hear the old man continue to introduce history, but I didn't expect that the story changed and ran to him.

"Master, I'm here to help mingyuezhao. He needs your inheritance in particular."

He reached for the moon and turned his attention away.

"Master Canglong, my father was the third level poison master in the poison hall. He was murdered by a villain. In order to avenge my father, please pass it on to me!"

The bright moon says what she thinks.

The second old man of poison hall, who is crawling on the ground, has a flash of killing opportunity in his eyes. 97 Chinese www.97wz.net

"Ha ha!"

The old man laughed. The child is too direct and has a good disposition. He can consider it.

But it is not his ideal successor, if you want to carry forward the poison hall, this character is not good.

As for the other two people lying on the ground, they don't have to consider at all. They are too old.

However, Zhang Xing, who was standing, was very much in line with his appetite. He had such a high level of cultivation at a young age, and there was a faint Dragon Spirit in his body.

He should be a demon and martial arts practitioner. He is a dragon warrior. He has reached a fantastic state. It is not simple, not simple!

Did not answer the moon, looking at Zhang Xing.

"Zhang Xing, don't you want to inherit from me?"

"Hehe, thanks for your love, I'm not suitable!"

"Master, the bright moon is better than me. Take a closer look!"

Zhang Xing small hand a stand, said is so said, in the heart also really don't want.

The old man is a little strange. The child mentioned the moon twice. What's wrong?

Separate out a trace of the mind into the body of the moon, slowly check up.

A moment later, the divine consciousness was shocked, and the projection on the stone wall was unstable.

"Tianjedi poison body!"

The legendary physique appeared. It was shocking.

The old man found the special constitution of the moon, and his eyes became hot.

If this kind of constitution can be cultivated wholeheartedly, upgrading is a piece of cake.

There is no barrier to the realm of emperor and reverence. There is no need to practice hard at all. As long as you wake up in place, you can upgrade naturally.

If you wake up twice a day, it's not impossible to upgrade two levels.

If the development is smooth, there is great hope to break through the realm of reverence to the realm of saints and reach his present level.