The Human Emperor
Chapter 1349: Promise token!
The first three hundred and forty-nine chapters
"Lord!"
"Lord!"
"Lord!"
......
Seeing this scene, countless Zhengqimeng disciples soon returned to God, cheering excitedly, and the voice was earth-shattering. Looking at the white figure on the top of the mountain, their eyes showed extreme fanaticism and worship, as if the figure standing on the top of the mountain was not a person, but a god.
For a moment, Wang Chong’s look became very dignified. There is a feeling in his heart that this person is definitely the enemy of the old man of the Emperor.
"father!"
At this time, a shadow and Wang Chong passed by, heading for the figure on the top of the mountain, and flew into the arms of the lord.
"!!!"
Seeing this scene, Wang Chong was shocked by a slight shock, and his heart fluctuated sharply. From the time when Song Songranly directed the disciples of the Zhengqi League, Wang Chong could see that Song Youran’s identity was unusual, but Wang Chong did not think that Song Youran was actually the daughter of Song Yuanyi, the leader of the Zhengmeng League.
Master Evil Emperor and Zhengqi Allied Lord are dead enemies, and Song Yuanyi may have a share in the year, but Wang Chong did not think that he would save Song Yuanyi’s daughter. In an instant, Wang Chong’s eyes showed a complex look.
"Almost, I will receive it when I see it! This is the master of the arrogance. It is not a general generation. It can be a master of the time. It is definitely a deep-minded person. I am still in a good condition, and I will stay here again." Be recognized!"
Wang Chong’s mind flashed a thought in his mind, quickly weighed, and immediately made up his mind, squatting and retreating.
"Hey, Qingyang son, you are here to go!"
Wang Chongcai just stepped back a few steps, and a hazy voice immediately rang from the ear. A figure burst into a cold atmosphere, suddenly squatting in front of Wang Chong, blocking his way.
"County!"
Wang Chong’s eyes glimpsed and instantly recognized the figure.
Before the Xuan Yin ancestors came, the peak of the battle, Wang Chong did not see the figure of the plan, but this time, he did not know where to come out, blocking Wang Chong's retreat.
"Qingyang Gongzi, this time against the Xuan Yin ancestors, you are arrogant, and the rare lord has appeared, how can you go now?"
Ji An smiled and looked good, but his eyes were cold without feelings. His voice fell, and immediately looked around, as well as the Song of the Peak:
"You, this is the famous Qingyang son in the sectarian world! Sister, Qingyang son looked away, do not stop him?"
In the last sentence, looking at the top of the Song Song leisurely, the sound is steeply elevated.
"Hey!"
When I heard this sentence, Wang Chong’s heart glimpsed, and the steep sweep of Ji’an looked at it, but soon, Wang Chong calmed down. Regardless of the intrigues of the meter, he made a wrong calculation.
"Right, father, that person is the famous Qingyang son in the sectarian world. He and the guard lost, and the daughter was also unintentionally encountered on the road, brought him over. This time, if not for his help, we may have long been Can't resist it."
The count was reminded that Song Youran also noticed this. When the father appeared, the overall situation was fixed. She let go of her heart and immediately thought of introducing the Qingyang son. Qingyang Gongzi is known as Jingwei Wanwu. I don’t know how many forces want to pull him into the sect. This is also a little bit of selfishness that she wants to bring Wang Chong to the mountains.
"Oh? "
A reminder by Song Youran, Song Yuanyi also turned around, a pair of eyes like a sword, as solid, quickly fell to Wang Chong. At that moment, Wang Chong gave birth to a feeling in his heart, as if he had been thoroughly examined inside and outside.
"The Song League Lord, polite."
Since Wang Chong’s heart has already made up his mind, he simply settled his heart and took a small step and went to the top of the mountain. When he came, he was safe. Just before the Song and Yuan Dynasties, Wang Chong stopped and looked unsettled.
In a flash, Wang Chong became the focus of the audience, and countless eyes fell on Wang Chong.
"Hello is the Qingyang son?"
It was at this time that a voice came from the side. Several elders with a breath like a storm-like temperament came out of the crowd and looked up and down Wang Chong, and they were delighted.
Qingyang’s reputation in the sectarian world is not as good as that of the sectarian sects such as Song Yuanyi and Ouyang Changheng. However, as the first person of the later generation, Qingyang’s son has also received attention from countless people.
The most important thing is that Qingyang Gongzi is so mysterious that no one has ever seen him.
"The son, thank you for helping, Song said on behalf of the entire Zhengmeng to the son!"
A voice sounded, Zheng Yuanyi, the leader of the Zhengmeng League, finally opened. His voice is indifferent and he can't hear any emotions.
"Right, the northwest is remote and inaccessible. I don't know why the Qingyang son came here. In addition, the guard and son around the son have always been inseparable. I don't know how the son lost with him. We are full of disciples. Well-informed, maybe you can ask for it."
At the end of the day, Song Yuanyi slightly stunned Wang Chong, and the deep eyes of the eyes were profound.
"Oh, I also accidentally heard a few martial arts people talking about a large number of sectarians in the northwest. Even the lords have come here. At the next time, they are curious and think about it here. Just a little bit of a scorpion in the middle, I and The guards around him were attacked, the two separated, and they were separated. I have no news of him until now. I want to come to Jiwu to be healed somewhere. When he is hurt, he will come to me naturally. Ji Wu and his martial arts. High strength, deep foundation, there should be no big problems, thank the owners for asking."
Wang Chong smiled a little, talked and laughed, and said, while returning to a ceremony, the expression of emotion is convincing.
"Father, Qingyang Gongzi is really amazing. Although he is not high in martial arts, he only directs a few words to direct the disciples of our Zhengmeng League to cooperate with each other and kill the blackness of Xuan Yinzong. In addition, he is fortunate With the help of the help, the daughter escaped from Wei Changting!"
Song Youran immediately felt something, and quickly began to talk, and between the talks, he deliberately helped Wang Chong to speak.
"Oh?"
When I heard Song Yaoran’s last sentence, Song Yuan’s eyes fluctuated a bit, and the look suddenly softened a lot.
Knowing the father, Mo Ruo, the Qingyang son helped the Zhengqi League so much busy, Song Youran did not want him to marry.
"In this case, Song will be more and more thankful to the son, and it is rare to meet the son. It is better to be in the air for a few days."
Song Yuanyi turned around and said:
"Eurasian elders, take the promise token of our positive alliance to Qingyang son. Qingyang son, with this token, whether in the northwest or anywhere, you can arbitrarily mobilize our masters of the qi, This also adds a security guarantee."
In all directions, all the disciples of Zhengqi League, including Ouyang Changheng, heard this sentence. Qingyang Gongzi became the object of competition for all parties because of his unique vision and understanding of the martial arts. However, he was also crippled by the meridians, and gold and silver jewelry or martial arts cheats and other things were not attractive to him. The ally sends him a Promise Token, which can make up for his defects, repay his human feelings, and invisibly pull him into the middle of entry, so that Zhengqi Meng has a guest master, this trick is extremely wonderful.
"In this case, it is better to be respectful than to be respected."
Wang Chong smiled a little and took a handful of rituals. He took over the Promise token, which has a very high status in the Zhengzhou League. The token started, heavy, Wang Chong bowed his head and glanced at the token. One side of the token was the pattern of the crane and the cloud, and the other side was the two words, the iron hook and the silver painting, which showed a strong sense of force.
"Don't stay here, hurry up the mountain!"
Since the matter was resolved, Wang Chong also took the token of the Zhengqi League. Ouyang Changheng finally came forward, waving his hand and waving his hand. The next moment, everyone dispersed.
There are signs of brokenness everywhere in the mountains. The collapsed flagpoles, the corpses that fell, the blood of the red and the mottled swords all over the mountains, took time to clean.
Although Zhengqi League suffered a lot of losses, but from the body of the mountain, Xuan Yinzong also suffered heavy losses this time, especially the last Song Yuanyi shot, killing a lot of Xuan Yinzong master.
"Right, father, what are you getting out of this time? Have you found the evil emperor and the Da Luoshan?"
Song Youran suddenly spoke, and a word suddenly caught the attention of everyone, and a pair of eyes looked at the past.
Wang Chong’s heart jumped and he looked at the past. Master Evil Emperor and Song Yuanyi were enemies. This time Master did not return for so long, and Song Yuanyi just left at this time, which made Wang Chong feel worried.
What he is most worried about right now is the whereabouts of Master.
Song Yuanyi did not speak, and his eyes showed a hint of memories and reflections.
"There is nothing wrong with the Da Luo Xian Shan. Is it really still to be discussed here? And this Xianshan appears too easy, I am afraid that it is not as simple as I imagined."
The Song and Yuan dynasty.
"Where is the evil emperor Zhang Wenfu, is there any news from him?"
Ouyang Changheng, the elder of Zhengqi, suddenly spoke at this moment, and there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes. The evil emperor Zhang Wenfu is notorious, and he is so wicked. In the sectarian world, he did not know how many storms and rains he had set up. Most of the Zhengqi League was directed at him.
"The encounter was met, but he was successfully escaped and injured many of us."
Song Yuanyi did not open yet. At the rear, a man who was two meters tall and tall and strong suddenly spoke. There was a **** mouth on his cheek from the cheekbones to the horns. The flesh flew and even revealed a trace of white bone, which appeared to have been wounded not long ago.
Sikong Yuanjia!
This is another elder of the Zhengqi League, on the status of Ouyang Changheng.
Sikong Yuanjia's face was pale, his breath was disordered, and with the blood on his cheekbones, he apparently suffered a lot in the battle in his mouth.