Wu Mei's ancestor was a little confused by Zhang Xing. He waved his hand and never wanted to.

Let's ask more important questions.

"Young man, I feel a taste of bright magic on you (body sh n), are you a disciple of the Holy Light (Dian di n)?"

"No, I'll just light magic."

Zhang Xing replied.

"Boy, you lie, the magic of the Holy Light (Dian di n) will never be passed on, don't tell me you stole it."

The ancestor of Wumei face (color) was cold and cold.

"Oh, I know this. The people of the Holy Light (Dian di n) have never taught me, and they will not teach me."

"I learned from Sister Ana, the ancestor of the Holy Light (Dian di n), and the Holy One of your time."

Zhang Xing explained.

"What? You mean Ana Stacia, Lord of the Nineteenth Generation (Temple di n) of the Holy Light (Temple di n)?"

The ancestor without eyebrows was shocked.

Immediately after that, he seemed to think of something, and his frown frowned.

"Nonsense, nonsense!"

"Ana (Dian di n) Lord, you have a heavy duty in a secret place, you can see."

At that time, several of them had fulfilled their responsibilities and performed difficult tasks.

If it were not for God's intentions, no one would find them.

Zhang Xing spread his arms in two hands: "I saw Sister Ana in a hidden space in the Star Wars Forest of Warcraft. Like you, she only has a trace of remaining divine thoughts living in the holy ware."

"Sister Ana and her disciples are crushing the passage between the Dark and the human race in (Zhenzhen)."

"She gave me bright magic. It was a reward for labor, and I did my part."

The ancestor without eyebrows became shocked after hearing the doubt on his face.

As soon as the boy entered Wan Lao Shan, he had a strange feeling, but he couldn't say anything.

However, he believed that Lord Ana (Dian di n) also met him because of this special feeling.

Thinking of this, the ancestor without eyebrows was relieved.

Not to mention anything else, just Zhang Xing's age, he can break through to the one-star lord state at about ten years old, it is already awesome (yan), and broke the record of thousands of years of Holy Dragon mainland practice.

Such a demon figure, which sage does not want to show (body sh n) to see.

This is the saint who is about to rise on the mainland of Shenglong, the youngest and the strongest (strong qiang)!

"Zhang Xing, go with this holy sword!"

Until this time, the ancestor of Wumei only called Zhang Xing's name, apparently officially recognizing him.

"This ... isn't that great?"

Zhang Xing hesitated.

Will he bring this old guy beside (body sh n), will he discover the secret of Shenlong Island?

Although he is only a hint of the Holy One, he is also extremely strong, and his strength is at least above the level of five or six stars.

If it has not been consumed for thousands of years, the old man's strength will probably be even higher.

Of course, this is just Zhang Xing's speculation. He doesn't know how much the saints are now.

However, even if he can reach above six or seven stars, Zhang Xing does not intend to ask him.

Shenlong Island is his biggest support, and no other person should be backed up.

"What's not good?"

The frownless ancestor frowned, but then relaxed again.

"Brother Zhang Xing, rest assured, although you are not a disciple of Wan Laoshan, my brother left a legacy at that time. No matter who it is, as long as he can pull out the holy sword, it belongs to whoever."

"My disciples will not stop."

"Besides, I give you the holy sword, I'm relieved."

"Even if you stay here and give it to your disciples, they will not be able to play the role of the holy sword."

The ancestor with no eyebrows said that there was a reassuring expression on his face. After waiting for thousands of years, he finally found the Lord of Ming.

From today, the holy sword re-emerges from the rivers and lakes, sweeping through all the small nights, and cutting (killing) all the dark remnants!

My eyebrowless ancestor's name will ring all over the mainland again!