1939 is really fat

Yan Shouxing, the gate of the Presidential Palace.

"Xie Li, who went unexpectedly, turned out to be a fairy ball that recorded the image of President Ye's robberies. Good, good stuff!"

Those immortals who attended the ceremony of crossing the robbery were very happy to receive such gifts.

They were still worried about how to brag with family and friends at that time. Now it's okay. Take a photo of Xianzhu and let it out. You can all see the shocking scene.

And Ye Kong, they are also very happy. More than 50,000 guests, a gift of 1,000 cents each, will cost 50 million! The photo of the fairy beads is only 100 cents, and the cost of 50,000 guests is only 5 million.

The gifts from these 50,000 guests were very valuable.

Make a lot of money!

No wonder the world came to Ye Kong. Those who are powerful like to do big things are to make gift money!

When the guests took the gifts and went out, they drove out a refined and elegant speeding car. The speeding car stopped at the door and received the gifts. Then, under the pull of Xianma, they ran higher and higher, entered the sky and left the salt The first star.

In the speeding car, a woman dressed as snow stood quietly, but in her hand was a puff pad with blood.

"Sister Xiling, since you have decided to hide this matter, then dispel all thoughts and forget it completely!"

"Stop doing things that he might find and make you restless! You see him less, and he is good to you!"

"I still want to destroy this puppet, but I'll give it to you. I advise you to destroy it, so you don't always have to play chess ..."

Thinking of what Chu Yiyi just said, Xiling Lin didn't know how to answer. Originally, she wanted to explain that she came here purely because she received an invitation and came to congratulate it, that's all.

However, she was not a liar by nature, she couldn't tell! Because, she knew clearly in Chu's mind that Chu was right one by one. She really had some concerns in her heart that were difficult to give up, and faint imagination ...

She can lie to others, but she cannot lie to herself.

A sigh came from the speeding car. Xiling Fairy put away the Pu pad and said in her heart: Even if there is only one woman in the fairy world, not to mention ... how can I bear to destroy this memory?

Xiling Fairy is indifferent by nature and does not like competing with others. But it doesn't mean she's stupid, she knows very well! Those words that Chu Yi said one by one did not hope that she would have fewer salt stars in the future, and that the fairy was not generous, and such things were even more selfish.

However, Xiling Lin does not blame Chu Yiyi, because she knows that it is not Chu Yiyi that caused this situation, but her father, younger brother, Xidi Mansion ...

Ye Kong is as deep as the sea with the West Emperor's Mansion. Ye Kong is going to avenge the people of Zi Cangxing and avenge the five elements. Similarly, the Emperor's Palace also hated Ye Kong, and his two wives were killed by Ye Kong ...

Is there any room for such hatred?

Thinking of this, Xi Linglin waved away all unrealistic thoughts, raised her eyes, and looked at the far-reaching salt star from the gap of the curtain.

It was a long time before he said to the outside, "To the barren planet in the northwest, I should find a place to retreat and wait for the immortal."

Xiling Lin left Yanshouxing, and Chu was relieved.

Chu did not let Xiling Lin and Ye Kong see each other for a reason, that was for a reason! Because she cultivated one by one without any increase, but Xiling Lin's cultivation increased greatly.

If Ye Kong saw it, would he doubt it?

So Chu one by one found Xiling Ling and sent away the Xiling Fairies, and then she was at ease. But she felt relieved, and she felt that Xi Linglin was pitiful ...

Of course, this idea is just a flash. She has a more important thing, that is, Xiling talked about her mother-in-law.

"This matter should remind him to be prepared." Chu Yiye really did have a conscious intention. When encountering Ye Kong, she was in danger, and she dared to get ahead.

Chu Yi found Ye Kong one by one. Ye Kong was eating wine at the table with Master Zhu, Beidi, and King Ren. There was no serious horse **** present, and their atmosphere was much warmer.

"Brother Ye, congratulations, you have finally reached the top of the fairyland." Ye Zhenhao said with a wine glass. "Brother, I stood on this floor, but it took more than 200,000 years." . "

Ye Kong laughed and said, "Fortunately, fortunately."

"Less sloppy eyes, even the main **** gives face, Brother Ye, I respect you!" Everyone held up the glass.

Of course, Ye Kong ca n’t talk about the horse **** asking himself. Ye Kong also wants others to misunderstand. This method of pulling tiger skins to make a banner is also good. Those fairy emperors who want to move Ye Kong also have to Consider the main **** standing behind Ye Kong.

After drinking a glass of wine, everyone discussed the God of the Upper World again.

Ye Kongdao said, "In fact, the horse **** is also entrusted with the lower world. I don't know him. However, I don't know what level the horse **** is in the upper world. Is it the **** who raises horses?"

"Those who raise horses are horse stables." The crowd laughed, but they didn't quite understand. Although these immortal kings lived for thousands of years, they didn't know much about the things in the **** world.

Instead, Master Ming said, "The horse **** is not a horse breeder, but a kind of deity. His authority is to manage horses from all walks of life."

Ye Kongdao said, "Control the horse? That power doesn't seem to be that big."

Master Ming shook his head and said, "You can't look at it this way. As far as I know, in the realm of God, it is not power, but strength! You are a **** of horse control. As long as you have that strength, you are arrogant and you are God The king can do it! "

"Yes, the Lord said what he said is reasonable!" Everyone nodded and said, Beidi said: "In fact, no matter what kind of realm, they all talk about strength. Big fists make sense. What kind of world, wherever you go ... Just like our fairy world, I think Chu Xiaoyu was just a small fish without a name, and is not yet an emperor? As long as you have that strength, who cares about your origin ? "

Qi Wang Zhuang Mingzhi also nodded, Bacheng was not a human before he became an immortal. After taking a sip, he asked again, "I don't know what level of God's strength in the **** world, I think he is very proud and cold."

Master Ming said: "I don't think this person is a person who uses chicken feathers to make arrows to the lower bounds. I guess he is good. Besides, he claims to be the chief instructor of the Tenjin training camp ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ This position is poor. ! "

Ye Kongqi said: "Why are there many benefits to the training camp of the gods? Why is it fat? I am not too young to understand it."

The North Emperor laughed: "You think, the immortals, the underworld, the demons, and the demons who entered the training camp of the gods, the purpose of these people entering the camp, is not the god? But who does the chief instructor get the god? Bias, let you get it or let him get it. Maybe it is in his hands. How much power does he have? "

Boss Li Da thoroughly read these things, and said: "Those who go to the training camp are paramount in the fairy realm and the demon realm. It is inevitable that some of the treasures of the divine world left in the lower world. In order to get the godhead, they are afraid Will take the initiative to give these treasures to the horse God ... "

Ye Kong then understood, "As long as this horse **** manages the training camp of the gods of heaven, then someone will send in the ancient artifacts unearthed from the fairy world and the demon world, and it is really fat!" Ye Kong said, probably also for this reason, Ma Shencai Don't worry about your own king.

To the reader:

For those who are short of books, you can go to the book "Cultivating the Immortal to the End", which is written by the two meters and one of the legends of the immortal fanatics, which is quite humorous.