Vol 3 Chapter 912: Who is the grandson?

A stone monument, a Kunlun.
How many sages, waves, and heroes have come to the ancient times, who will take the initiative to put their names to the bottom.
The warrior who is even a hundred years old will be scorned in the corner.
On the scene, a group of warriors stunned, and the crowds on the hills in all directions were also stunned.
Some people are puzzled. Some people sneer in their hearts and feel that Xiao Chen knows that he is not good enough to deliberately pretend.
Some people think thoughtfully, thinking carefully about the meaning of Xiao Chen's words, as if they understand something, and do not seem to understand anything.
In the crowd, the master sister Shui Lingling smiled slightly, the beauty of soft water, the inexhaustible beauty, said: "Xiao Chen, the younger brother seems to understand people, as long as the king is the emperor, the name will never disappear, the stronger the strength, the more Bright, what is the relationship between where."
Under the black cloak, Win Qiong faced Xiao Chen’s amazing move. He also stayed for a while, and then smiled bitterly:
This is also his style. It’s really tempting to fight for a moment.

The white-haired goddess Tianyouxi, who took his eyes away from a vague place at the highest point of the holy mark monument, and Xiao Chen, who was named below, showed his thoughts in his eyes.
If you say who's expression is the most exciting, naturally it is none other than the emperor. He looked at Xiao Chen, who was named below, and his face was directly stunned.
Why do you want to be named under this, then the means he prepared, is not prepared in vain.
Originally planned, as long as Xiao Chen dared to keep a name on it, at the moment of lettering, the emperor was sure that he was sure of it, and immediately used his own mysterious skills to drop Xiao Chen’s air.
Other protoss are afraid of the thunder will, he is not afraid, his cultivation is to teach the highest to the gods, the Protoss is the oldest cultivation cheats.
Xiao Chen is engraving underneath, and his means are naturally wasted. He wants to let Xiao Chen’s plan to lose his sorrow to the monument, and it will instantly disappear.
In his heart, Xiao Chen has always been a big worry. Now Xiao Chen is in his eyes, even if he is sanctified, his strength is not strong enough. If you really have to work hard, you can still defeat each other.
What he is afraid of is the potential of Xiao Chen, the growth rate of Xiao Chen. If one day the other party really grows up to be the second Qing Emperor, then the Protoss wants to unify the Kunlun plan, fearing that it will be shelved again.
If his plan is really successful, when Xiao Chen is most confident, give him a thunder blow and let him step on himself in front of the world.
Absolutely in the heart of the other party, leaving a big shadow, the future cultivation will be blocked.
It is a pity that Xiao Chen’s nature makes it happen. Let him make this plan all of a sudden, and then wait until a similar plan. I don’t know what year and month to go.
"Xiao Chen, I really look at you, your guts are just like this. I am in the same name as your grandfather, and I am under the top of the world."
"You are at the bottom, what qualifications are there to compete with me for a lifetime, and your grandson is too much to look down on your grandfather."
The emperor turned back to God, smiled slightly, and sneered at Xiao Chen. The words sneaked into Xiao Chen as a grandson.
In the scene, many people have changed their faces. They can't see that this emperor is so poisonous, and juxtaposes himself and the Qing emperor, so he ridicules Xiao Chen.
The Protoss were laughing and laughing.
"There are so many famous names in the grandson, what a white robe knife, a young man of the shit, but this is the case."
"It’s a pretense, so it’s true that it’s true, and now it’s more than our Son of God, or it’s a grandson.

Xiao Chen’s mouth was gently pulled, looking up at the emperor, and laughing:
There is no shortage of the emperor, and I really look at you, even if you are stronger than me now, it is only a matter of time before me to surpass it.

The toes are lightly on the ground, and the Xiaochen people are like arrows, vacating, and between the blink of an eye, there is no pressure to reach the height of two kilometers.
The speed of launching is astonishing, 2,500 meters, 2,800 meters, 2,900 meters.
There was no response from the emperor, and Xiao Chen passed by him, surpassing the height of three kilometers.
There are two kinds of pressures on the St. Mark's Tablet, the spiritual level of an invisible oppressor, and the physical aspect of two tangible oppressors.
Xiao Chen observed this for a long time, and already saw the mystery. His spiritual strength was second only to the emperor, and the physical state was second only to the iron hand king.
But on the theory, the two can be perfectly combined. There are so many people on the scene, only one of them is Xiao Chen.
Throughout the ages, history can be in the world of Wu Sheng, the body will be cultivated, and spiritual strength, and at the same time reach the realm of Xiao Chen, he is only one.
The Emperor did not suffer from physical limitations and could not pass the limit of three kilometers. He did not have so many restrictions.
With a bang, the distance of the last three hundred meters of the holy mark, Xiao Chen bite his teeth and rushed over, steady and standing, standing at the top of the holy mark.
Looking down, the gangsters who had ridiculed Xiao Chen, who had ridiculed Xiao Chen, immediately shut their mouths.
Just now, the basis of their grandson, Xiao Chen, is that the emperor has no shortage of stations than Xiao Chen, but now Xiao Chen is three hundred meters higher than the emperor.
According to their theory, who is the grandson, at a glance.
Next to Xiao Chen, who stood at the top of the holy mark, the square of the square, the soldiers on the scene, all stunned, and the eyes were full of unbelievable looks.
"This, what happened to Nima, is the pressure in the holy mark? Is it invalid?"
"I am not blind, don't tell me this is true, Xiao Chen actually stood at the top of the holy mark."
Looking at the lively Emperor Wu on the hill, and some old saints can't do it anymore, flew one by one and wanted to see what happened.
The expression of the emperor's face is unpredictable. He just glared at the height and sneered at Xiao Chen as a grandson. Unexpectedly, the retribution was uncomfortable. Xiao Chen stood at the top of the holy mark and suddenly hit his own face. There was no chance to take back the words.
Take a bottle of wine from the Qiankun ring, sit directly at the top of the monument, and look at the emperor below.
Give yourself a cup on the island and smile slightly: "There is no shortage of the emperor. I am all below the sages of the ancient times. The grandfathers of your ancestors are among them. You have to go further. Isn't there even a grandson?" ""
On the mouth poison, Xiao Chen can not lose to anyone, since the other party opened, then Xiao Chen is not very polite.
The world's affairs are always unpredictable. The emperor who has just been proud of the spring breeze is indispensable. The dark irony of the spirit is the grandson. I immediately got a face when I said it myself, and I didn’t even have the qualifications to be a grandson.
A group of people below, can not help but smile a little bit, this emperor is also unlucky. After the grandson incident today, I am afraid that it will be spread throughout Kunlun.
The name of the Son of God is destined to stay, and the stain that will never be washed away.
"There is no shortage of the emperor. I will give you a glass of wine for your grandfather."
Xiao Chen gently poured the jug down, the clear and mellow wine, suddenly connected into a line, and fell back to the bottom.
The emperor, who was already so angry that he couldn’t speak, was completely violent, and it sounded like it was. Come, grandson, I will give you a glass of wine for your grandfather.
The figure flashed, and the emperor did not lack a light drink. The white hair that had faded in color turned into gold again and rushed toward the top.
His mental strength is able to withstand this pressure, but the body can not hold back, barely advance ten meters, they feel that the bone shelf must fall apart.
Waiting for this opportunity, Xiao Chen's eyes are cold, throwing away the jug in his hand, and the volley falls, directly on the shoulder of the emperor.
This foot followed the advantage of the landing of the holy mark, and it was almost at the end. The emperor who was struggling to support the desperately was not in a hurry, and was immediately kicked.
With a bang, the emperor was smashed by the shackles, and the body repeatedly turned over several buckets in the air, feeling that the bones in the shoulders seemed to be broken.
After this incident, he must have become the eye of the emperor. The enmity of the two sides is completely settled. Since it can create opportunities to fight against each other, Xiao Chen will naturally not miss it.
A kick kicked the emperor without a shortage, Xiao Chen stature, grabbed the pressure, once again stood at the top of the holy mark.
A group of people around were all stunned, and the younger generation of Kunlun was indispensable, and they were turned over by others. This unthinkable thing happened to be in front of everyone.
Looking at the air, there is no shortage of emperors. It feels a little pity. It’s just a quick kick, but it’s too late to use it. It doesn’t really make the other side hurt.
The emperor lacked the volley and stepped on it. For the first time in his eyes, there was a murderous gas that was difficult to suppress. The horrible momentum spread from him. Everyone below felt a chill and was shocked.
"The sword of the first moment!"
With a light drink, the emperor reached out with a finger, and a little light emerged from his fingertips. The heavens and the earth seemed to become dark, and the whole world had only that light.
Suddenly, a sword gas emerged from his fingertips, and the darkness of the whole world was completely smashed by this sword.
The sword gas runs through the darkness and the light, just like the initial light of the world. At an instant, it is shot toward Xiaochen.
Xiao Chen felt a dangerous meaning in the heart, and on the side of the body, a faint sword slid from his face and fell a few hairs.
Although the power of this sword is fast, the artistic conception is also magnificent. Under the pressure of the holy mark, when it comes to Xiao Chen, the power is negligible.
Xiao Chen looked a little, the smile on his face, slowly disappeared, his eyes cold looking at each other. The world is unparalleled, Kunlun is also destined to have only one protagonist. Today, he and the emperor are completely torn apart.
The opponent is very strong, even if you use all the strength, you may not be able to win, but you can come to Japan, who can laugh at the end, whose light will never die.
The ray of light on the St. Mark's Tablet began to flash. The many warriors who were busy in this view all looked solemn.
This is the world inside the holy mark, the signs to be opened, some of the sacred martial arts that have not been printed with names, hurry up and engrave their names.
The emperor lacked the meaning of the killing in the eyes, and looked at Xiao Chen on the top of the holy mark, calmly falling into the ranks of the Protoss.
"God, don't have a general knowledge of this guy. This guy is a grandson. How can you compare it with you?" A warrior of the Protoss saw the imperfections of the emperor, and smacked forward and flattered.
The emperor lacked a calm look, and suddenly broke out. He slammed the man and said: "Roll, don't pretend to be the grandson."
Looking at the person who was flying, thirteen glory watchers, all with a hint of silence in their eyes. This guy is really alive, which pot does not open which pot, the fool can see, the emperor is now allergic to these two words.