The little fat man looked dumbfounded!
"I said, brother! You really don’t have to blame yourself! You are really amazing! Really, you can interrupt one of your eldest brother’s hair! You’ve really been hanging out, okay? Really! You don’t even know about him How abnormal! He..."
puff! ! !
Mu Daoqi couldn't hold back, but another fresh squirt came out!
Angrily attacked the heart, suffocated and burst, trembling all over, almost rolling his eyes!
"Oh, I'm going! Big brother, take a look! This guy vomits blood and doesn't need money! Will he die? Why don't you go and see? Alas, young people nowadays are so fragile! A little boasting makes you emotional, don't take a moment It's a shame to die here... Finally I met a master who interrupted one of your hair, elder brother!"
The little fat man was still talking to himself crookedly.
Little Fatty is the person who knows how terrifying Ye Wuque is now!
Before in Dakong Devil Burial, with the help of that pool of Promise Refining Liquid, Ye Wuque's physical power got an unimaginable breakthrough. That brutal and terrifying horror was like a devil in the form of a horrifying fleshy body, exuding a fierce domineering aura. Now that the little fat man can't help but tremble when thinking about it!
Not to mention the brutal muscles, even a piece of Ye Wuque's hair can break the mountain and the sea if it is straightened now, it is comparable to a sharp weapon of the gods!
[31 Fast Update] And Mu Daoqi can actually break Ye Wuque's hair like this, of course he is a master in the eyes of Little Fatty!
"It is indeed a master, it is a pity to kill."
Ye Wuque spoke slowly, agreeing with the little fat man's words.
"Don't, don't say it!! Please don't say it!!"
Mu Daoqi let out a hoarse roar, almost crazy!
What a bully!
D!
That's too much!
At this moment, Mu Daoqi felt like he was about to cry!
I tried my best to break the other's hair!
However, he really appreciates himself so sincerely that he is a master, this is simply a mockery!
Is this man really a human race?
Or a monster in human skin?
With a single thought, my own "Burning God" blow was wiped out, and it was so powerful that it made me feel suffocated like a great devil...
and many more! !
monster?
Mu Daoqi's eyes condensed suddenly, as if thinking of something, he glanced at Ye Wuque again, shock, amazement, amazing, incredible, and even thick horror came into his eyes. Round! !
"It's over! This guy is really crazy! Big brother, do you see his eyes? Is this still like a normal person? Hey, what a pity..."
The little fat man covered his face and sighed weakly!
"At such an age... such strength... Is it possible that your Excellency is also a legendary... primitive king spirit!!!?"
Mu Daoqi's trembling opening was infinitely shocking! !
Original Wang Ling?
After these four words fell from Mu Daoqi's mouth, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed slightly!
"I am a human race, not a primitive king spirit family."
Ye Wuque responded lightly.
"what?"
Now it's Mu Daoqi's turn to look dumbfounded!
"What about Nima! Big brother and I are pure human races! What kind of shit, primitive king spirit clan! That is a horse thing?"
The little fat man also curled his lips and said dismissively.
Mu Daoqi stared!
This was a little unbelievable: "You two don't know the original Wang Ling?"
"Does the young master need to know?"
The little fat man has no good air.
Mu Daoqi looked at Ye Wuque again, and instantly understood that the two people in front of him really didn't know what the "primitive king spirit" represented, and they didn't deliberately disguise.
When I thought that the two people and the gray dead figure that had disappeared were most likely to have come out of the Great Sky Demon Burial, Mu Daoqi couldn't help but shook his heart, only feeling that Ye Wuque and Little Fatty seemed to be confused. Wearing a very mysterious veil.
"Is it a hidden mystery family? Ancient heritage? Just born?"
Mu Daoqi had some guesses in his heart, but he hurriedly said: "The original King Spirit is not a human! No, right? It should be said that the original King Spirit is a collective term, regardless of race, gender, and representative, representing a small group of real people. The world’s arrogant, the world’s best!!"
As soon as he said this, Ye Wuque's expression remained unchanged, and the little fat man's eyes widened, and he said disapprovingly: "What a big tone! So bluffing?"
"It's not a bluff, it's true!"
"Every ‘primitive king’s spirit’ is the darling of heaven! The darling of heaven!"
"They are born extraordinary, born kings! Geniuses and geniuses who surpass all routines! No matter their talent, understanding, chance, or luck, they can't be measured by words!"
"They... are synonymous with invincibility!"
"The terminator of all geniuses and wizards! Throughout the ages, I don’t know how many glorious legends have been cast and the glory of their own limits! There are great legends left behind!" "Countless extraordinary people born in the same generation as them are destined to be bleak No light, it is destined to be just a foil, and it is destined to become their brilliant stepping stone!"
Mu Daoqi's voice became low, and even more helplessly bitter.
"So mysterious?"
The little fat man was aroused by curiosity.
Ye Wuque also had a hint of interest here.
"Primitive Wang Ling... Does this title itself represent a certain meaning?"
Mu Daoqi nodded immediately and said, "Your Excellency is right! The so-called "primitive king spirit" specifically means those extraordinary and natural talents!"
"In addition to their amazing talents, they are also born with their own... magical powers!!"
"This is a godsend!"
"From the good fortune in the mother's womb! There may not be one person out of hundreds of millions!"
"From birth, they have grown up with their own supernatural powers and resonated with each other. This supernatural power is a part of them. Once they grow up, they will fully unearth the power of supernatural powers and blend with their own blood! That is the innate king! Fighting against any genius can be suppressed strongly!"
"The same rank is king! Fight with higher ranks! Win the strong with the weak!"
"This is the irreversible law!"
Mu Daoqi began to explain.
"Wait! That's not right! Are you talking about yourself? Didn't you just use your own innate supernatural powers? This means you are the original king's spirit?"
"Co-author, you've been blowing it for a long time, but are you actually blowing yourself?"
The little fat man said, interrupting Mu Daoqi, hitting the nail on the head.
Ye Wuque also looked at Mu Daoqi.
Hearing this, Mu Daoqi didn't seem to be surprised that Little Fatty would ask himself this way, but his pale face slowly showed a bitter, weak, and even desperate expression.
"I?"
Mu Daoqi laughed at himself.
"Once upon a time, I always thought that I was really the ‘primitive king’s spirit’, because I was indeed born with a magical power that belonged to me... the tyrannical burning heaven art!
"My parents, people, ancestors, and even all relatives and friends in the family think so!"
"And my talent is really good. I practiced and grew up all the way, and became king all the way! Even at the end I became one of the top ten young masters of the Western Regions!"
"Until one day, when I was fighting for a chance in a cave mansion, I ran into someone!"
Speaking of this, Mu Daoqi's eyes revealed a deep sense of remembrance and fear!
