Chapter 779: Green gown's good things

On the top floor of the Tower of the Devil, Wu Wanshan and Lansen stood respectfully in front of an old man. Their faces were not the same. Wu Wanshan was a respectful standard, and Lansen’s face, In addition to respect, there is a little bit of fear and uneasiness.
This old man is naturally the Lord of the Soul, Murong Huatian.
Before seeing Murong Huatian, Lansen always thought that this old man was not only because of his loud reputation and strong followers, Murong Huatian was just a bad old man.
When Lansen saw Murong Huatian, he realized that it was naive and ridiculous to think that he was trying to break away from the tower of the gods and the gods and devils.
Let's not say that Ling Feng's madness is outside, and the indifferent momentum of Murong Huatian alone is unmatched.
This kind of indifferent momentum comes from the strength of the soul of the soul, the self-confidence and the enthusiasm of the world.
Before Lansen saw Murong Huatian, there was naturally, but after seeing Murong Huatian, the superiority of Lansen’s heart suddenly disappeared, and the rest was just endless inferiority.
The ugly duckling is the ugly duckling after all, and the white swan is incomparable. Only those who are secular believe that the ugly duckling will become a white swan. He does not believe in Lansen.
The soul of the soul, Murong Huatian, sat firmly on his comfortable white jade chair. He first looked at Wu Wanshan and nodded slightly with approval. "Wu Wanshan, although this action failed, but listen to the world, you said The performance is very good, your advice to restore the sect, the old man is accurate."
Many years of hope has finally been realized, Wu Wanshan could not help but excitedly screamed toward Murong Huatian: "Thank you for the Lord of the Soul."
"Yeah." Murong Huatian waved his hand: "You can leave first. The site of Wan Manmen is open. You can go back and rebuild the Mantra."
"Yes." Wu Wanshan once again retreated toward Murong Huatian, leaving Lansen alone.
"Seeing...the Lord of the Soul..." Alone facing the Lord of the Soul, Lansen could not help but tremble, stuttering and saying such a sentence.
Murong Huatian glanced at Lansen with a faint look: "I heard that you are a disciple of the Amakusa veterans."
"Yes." Lan Sen did not dare to neglect, there is a question and answer.
Murong Huatian looked at Lansen up and down and shook his head: "The disciples of the Tiancao old man are not very good."
Lan Sen did not know what Murong Huatian had done to himself. He saw that he was directly denied by Murong Huatian. He stood in the same place and did not know what to say.
"I will find you a Master and participate in the Tiancao Zong Heirs Contest more than two months later." Murong Huatian said faintly: "You won, and later Blue and Tiancao are yours. If you lose, I also Will not force you to do anything."
Listening to Murong Huatian’s words, Lansen’s cold sweat on his forehead fell.
If you win, it is nothing more than to merge the Tiancao Zong and the Blue House into the tower of the gods, and you will be awkward.
If you lose this heir contest, you will no longer have the value of using it. Even if Murong Huatian is so good that he can't deal with himself, the guy who won his big brother and Amakusa will let himself go.
Therefore, Lansen can only win, because he wants to live, there is no other way to go.
"Hey Hao, come out."
Murong Huatian’s voice just fell. An old man dressed in white robes and a gray beard came forward from behind and walked to Lansen’s side. He didn’t look at Lansen’s eyes and bent directly toward Murong Huatian. Shi Li: "See the Lord of the Soul."
Murong Huatian nodded and said to Lan Sen with his finger: "This is your teacher, give you two months to pass all your refining techniques to him."
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After all, I don’t wait for Murong Huatian to say that, Hao Hao will withdraw from the hall of Murong Huatian.
"This guy is the idiot of the legendary tower of the demon, the courage is so big, not to give the face of the soul of the soul." Lan Sen secretly thought: "How can the Lord of the Soul allow a subordinate to himself? Disrespectful."
In fact, this is due to the nature of Hao Hao, Murong Huatian does not want to change his nature.
People with such a personality are only suitable to concentrate on the same thing, so as to reach the peak of the peak.
A person like Lansen who is obsessed with power can never reach the realm of Hao Hao or Tian Cao, but he does not know it.
After Hao Hao retired, Murong Huatian suddenly smiled slightly: "Lan Sen, you can now go to the tenth floor of the Tower of the Devil to find Hao Hao."
For Murong Huatian’s abrupt smile, Lansen’s heart trembled without a reason. He felt that something bad happened.
Lansen’s feeling is not wrong at all. Murong Huatian received a very bad news for Lansen: Lan Lan’s owner, Lan Lin, started to work and slaughtered Lansen’s eight families.
When the scenes of his wife, grandchildren, and the bodies of a relative and relatives fell in the pool of blood, they appeared in front of Lansen’s eyes. Lansen finally realized that what is called a heart is like a knife.
"Blue Lin, I am not sure about you and Lanson." Roaring angrily, Lansen felt that his eyes were streaming out of hot blood.
The Lord of the Souls looked at Lansen arrogantly, this guy, really is not a climate.
Since you want to the position of your homeowner, you naturally have to be prepared to be destroyed. If you kill other children and children, is there no such consciousness?
He Murong Huatian is always ready, ready to fight with the madman of the surname Ling.
Ling Xiao had a good time in the past few days. He stayed in Lanfeng City and ate and drank well. He only managed to hide in the room and rest and practice.
Even if it was outside because the blue family owner and Lan Shaoyan and his son and son were there to set off a violent storm, Ling Xiao was still calm and relaxed in the Blue House, enjoying the super-weight VIP treatment.
However, this good day of Ling Xiao has not been a few days, because the arrival of one person is gone.
The person who came is not someone else, it is the green shirt that took away Zhu Xiaolu.
"Hey grandson, your green shirt grandma is coming to see you." The green shirt has a charming smile, and it looks like a stunned heartbeat: there is such a grandmother, he can't afford to hurt and can't afford to hurt.
Under the eyes of everyone's astonishment, Ling Xiao was stunned by a green shirt and walked into the Dan Room where Ling Xiao used to practice refining.
Long Yuxi, Zou Wei and Ling Shiyu have never seen Ling Xiao have been so honest, the expression on his face has become extremely wonderful.
"Who is this woman, dare to call it a grandmother of Ling Xiao." Zou Wei has never seen a green shirt, seeing the green shirt dare to take advantage of the cheap, and then furiously want to teach the green shirt.
Ling Shiyu saw the situation is not good, and quickly stopped Zou Wei, whispered a few words in Zou Wei's ear, scared Zou Wei face like earth, dare not shouted to teach the green shirt.
This Danfang was originally dedicated to Lansen, and now it is smashing.
The blue family owner is very generous, and this Danfang is directly sent to Ling Xiao, that is to say, as long as Ling Xiao is willing, he can come to the Blue House to use this Danfang, including all the herbs and Dan furnace.
Lansen is not a true refining pharmacist, because he actually piled up the collection of the Dan furnace and the medicinal materials in the Dan Room. Which of these refining pharmacists did not carry these things with them.
Although Ling Xiao got these things very happy, but at this time I was stunned by the green shirt, even if I want to be happy, I can't be happy.
"I don't know what the green shirt grandma is looking for." Thinking of his grandfather's remarks on the green shirt, Ling Xiao couldn't help but straighten his hair.
If the grandmother heard the ruthless refusal of her grandfather, she did not know if she would poison herself directly.
The green shirt smiled and smiled: "You said, I seem to hear people say that you have seen your grandfather, I don't know what he said."
Ling Xiao simply wants to cry, green gown grandma, grandmother, if you want my life to say it directly, let me repeat the words of my grandfather, it is not dead.
However, looking at the green shirt that looks calm, but actually hides the hidden eyes, Ling Xiao had to snorted, whispered: "You always have to listen to euphemistic, or straightforward."
The green shirt smiled charmingly: "It’s fine."
Ling Xiao suddenly widened his eyes and said loudly: "I don't want to do it. The woman is poisonous. How dare to do it, if she is poisoned by one or two at the crucial moment, then it is not finished, OK. I don’t want to pull it with you, I’m a flash.

The green shirt was a glimpse first, and soon I understood it. Ling Xiao was learning his grandfather. He couldn’t help but smile. "It’s interesting... well, he said what I am."
Ling Xiao’s heart mourned: After the end, the old woman turned her face faster than the book, and let no one live.
"Yes...I told you to let me know, can't blame me." Ling Xiao was grievances, and it looked like a grandson who was aggrieved.
Seeing Ling Xiao like this, the green shirt giggled: "The kid is really cute, it doesn't matter, don't blame you, your grandfather doesn't like my body poison, right?"
Ling Xiao nodded like a chicken and glutinous rice: "Right right, yes, it is the father said."
"That's easy, I won't be able to get rid of this poison." Green shirt smiled: "Probably, the old man of Amakusa doesn't like me because of this."
The poisonous woman turned out to give up her own poison. Ling Xiao suddenly slammed a few times and confirmed that she did not misunderstand. She could not help but look at the green shirt.
Ling Xiao discovered that the green shirt was also looking at himself, and how her eyes looked a bit... not right.
"You...what do you want to do." Ling Xiao seems to have seen something terrible, scared back a few steps.
The green shirt is full of smirk: "My grandson, even if I want to lose something good, naturally I have to leave it to my talents. The fat and water don't flow outside the field."
Ling Xiao understands what this old poison girl wants to do, and can’t help but scream:
No, ah.