Vol 6 Chapter 450: Don't lift the son

Chapter 405, no mention of the son
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"Ding"
"Congratulations to the player ‘Qin Tian’ killing ‘Mu Ronghong’ and gaining experience of 1,200 million, qigong value of 109,000, survival value of 89,000...


Congratulations to the player ‘Qin Tian’ for the ‘Supreme Supreme sacred nucleus’...


Congratulations to the player ‘Qin Tian’ to get the ‘White Tiger Blood’...


Congratulations to the player ‘Qin Tian’ for the ‘White Tiger’s Wing’...

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The system has a series of prompts, and it is endless. Qin Tian’s heart is refreshing, and the excitement that can’t be said is immortal. Murong Hong, the ancestors of the white tiger family, the ancestors of the Baihu people, none of the things he broke out are rubbish, all of them are looking at the eyes. The whole sacred world is hard to find good things.
Just a punch through the mouth of Murong Hong, the power of Pangu blood has been continuously spread out from his double fists, and he directly understands the sea god.
The bang was loud.
A fist smashed the soul of Murong Hong, and died and died. God also destroyed.
"Oh my God."
"The power of Pangu's blood is simply too bad."
Looking back at just a punch, Qin Tian couldn’t help but exclaimed the excitement. The kind of power he had never experienced before. He had never thought that the power of the blood can be strong enough. Now he finally knows which ones. Why does the Holy Family not accept disciples who have no natural blood?
The gap is not a little bit, too big.
"hiss,,"
Put away the right fist, Qin Tian's face is pale, the bones on the whole arm are all broken, the power of Pangu blood is very strong, but the defensive power of the strength shield of Murong Hong's white tiger blood and thick and immortal power is very heavy. .
A boxing out, almost instantly shocked his finger joints into a powder, and at that time the power of Pangu blood was suddenly increased, straight to Huanglong, which will kill Murong Hong, Qin Tian sucked a cold, heart has a lingering Then, the 'regeneration' will be applied and the right arm will recover instantly.
Looking at the body of Murong Hong, smiled a little, said: "No way, who told you that you are the ancestors of the Baihu people, you are unlucky."
Immediately.
Qin Tian brought up the body of Murong Hong, dragged it to the hole, and threw it to the sky above the White Tiger Palace. At the same time, Qin Tian’s speed was raised to the limit, and he returned to the White Tiger Palace faster than the body. Now he can’t reveal himself.
Just after the White Tigers banned such a big noise, the strong white tigers must have discovered that this time must not be exposed. Although Qin Tian is not afraid of anything, there are other three-beast family behind the White Tigers.
There is a gap between them, but it is still an alliance, let alone the Baihu clan is an ancestor?
If this is the case, what is Murong Yao’s position as the leader?
The White Tiger Protoss is by no means so simple, Murong Yao must have a strong post.
The shadow of the black shadow is instantaneous.
Qin Tian quietly fell to the outside of the hall. At this time, there was a lot of noise in the hall. The son of Murong Feng was full of sullen smiles, and the cold air of his body was more intense. The hand holding Meng Qi’s hand was with some uncles. The uncle is toasting, and another quarter of an hour is the time of worship.
Then it was sent to the cave.
"Hey..."
"Hey..."
A piercing voice cut through the night sky, and a body outside the hall fell heavily and pulled out a small pit. Everyone had a glimpse of it, and all of them looked at it. The first reaction was the housekeeper Murong Chong.
"Who?"
"Who dares to throw the body at the White Tiger Palace?"
Murong rushed and smashed, his eyes swept away, and roared, and immediately stepped forward, kicking the body with a kick, Murong Hong’s face facing the sky, his face dead and dead, his eyes dead and unremarkable, and there was no trace of breath under his body. .
"old,,"
"Old, ancestors,,,"
"God!"
Suddenly.
Murong Chong like a woman generally makes a sharp scream, the body keeps shaking, the legs are soft and the retreat can't believe everything in front of him, the feet are vain, one squats to the ground, the hands are kept back. His face was very pale.
"Old, old, old ancestors died..."
"Boom!"
Murong Chong’s words were like a blockbuster blasting in the White Tiger Palace. The surrounding area quickly calmed down. Murong Yao’s brows stepped out one step at a time, and fell heavily on the side of the body. Looking at it, the body slammed and the legs swayed. Suddenly fell to sit on the ground, the pupils zoomed in, the hands trembled rapidly, and the lips said: "How come, how come? Old ancestors, how could, who? Who?"
Less than half a second.
The Wangfu flew out of the figure and saw Murong Yao sitting on the ground with his face full of vicissitudes. His eyes were like dead silence. All the disciples of the White Tigers were all stunned. They did not react at all. Will the ancestors die?
how is this possible?
After cultivating for 50 million years, as early as tens of millions of years, it has already broken through the immortal supreme realm. Now the cultivation is to reach the peak of immortal supremacy, and look at the existence of the entire sacred world. Who can kill him?
And still a boxing ring.
Who can do it besides the landlord?
"The ancestors died..."
"The ancestors died..."
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Cried and shouted, a hot and happy event suddenly became a funeral of crying, and the transition was too fast. Soon, let Murong Feng be stupid in the spot, I don’t know what to do. The uncles in the hall all walked. In the yard, a heavy squat, but he alone took the little hand of Meng Qi's nephew, his face was blue and white.
"How could this be?"
"who is it?"
"..."
Murong Yao suddenly stood up, his body suddenly released endless domineering, two eyes twisted, the anger of the chest can not be suppressed, the eyebrows of the battle flashed a trace of blood, extremely angry.
The ancestors were the spiritual realm of the Baihu people. Now he is actually dead. It is like a big tree crashing down. It will not be accepted for a while.
"How could this be?"
"Mu Rong's owner, who is the opponent of Murong's predecessors?"
"Yeah, the immortal Supreme Peak, even if I give me 10,000 courage, I dare not move him."
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In the crowd, I looked at Murong Yao’s bloodshot eyes and their hearts were faint and chilly.
Murong Yao’s cultivation is very advanced.
Being able to become the patriarch of the Baihu nationality is not only as simple as it is high and deep. At this moment, even if he wants to see the sky, he will not pry into it. Murong Hong is dead. The conditions for launching the eye are not established. He does not know who killed him.
"Father, adult,"
"The time is up."
Murong Feng pulled the hand of Meng Qi’s nephew, and his feminine face was slightly white. He also knew that his ancestor was extremely important, but now for him, marriage is the most important thing. The ancestors are dead, and then they can’t Raise him.
Murong Yao looked cold and angered.
"Mu Rongfeng, when is it now?"
"The ancestors were killed, and you still have the heart to marry. Are there any ancestors in your heart?"
"Is it important that your marriage is important, or is it important for your ancestors?"
"so rude!"
......
The Baihu people’s words are angry, and Murong Feng’s words make him even more angry. If he is not scruping that he is the son of Murong Yao, they can’t even slap him a few times. At this time, there is still a mood to get married, too arrogant.
at this time.
Qin Tian Wei Weidao: "The deceased is big, and now married is the biggest disrespect to the deceased. Murong Gongzi, your marriage is still put."
"Uh?"
Murong Feng glanced at him and stared directly at Qin Tian. He said, "Let your mother's fart, which green onion you are? Today, I must be married."
Immediately, the right hand gently applied force.
Meng Qi’s hand was pinched with great pain, and the body could not help but tremble.
"Hey."
"Come on, we are the husband and wife after the church, hurry, we don't care about them, we worship us..." Murong Feng said impatiently, his eyes flashed with a hint of fanaticism, plus a soft voice, the whole person looked It is a metamorphosis of the old eunuch.
"Humph!"
Qin Tian stepped out, first looked at Murong Yao, and immediately said: "This kind of filial son, if it is my son, I will slap him to death, the ancestors' death is not concerned, but also think about their own beautiful things. It’s a sad thing for the Baihu people to have you like this."
"you……"
Murong Feng screamed, his body suddenly exploded, his eyes locked in Qin Tian, ​​cold and cold: "Don't think that it is the Longxiang Temple, I will not dare to move you, the White Tigers will not be able to take you." Arrogant, believe it or not, I want you to go out of the palace today?"
"Shut up!"
Murong Yao suddenly burst into a drink, stepping out in one step, the figure is like electricity, and instantly fell on the side of Murong Feng. He took a slap in the face and shouted: "Mixed things!"
"Snapped!"
A loud slap in the face.
Murong Feng’s cheeks immediately became red and swollen. When he saw Murong Yao’s anger, he glanced at Qin Tian gently, and then he shook his hand. The loud voice:
Let everyone laugh, today’s ancestors were assassinated. Today’s marriage is over. If you are not entertained, please forgive me, and please go back first. He will be guilty of apologizing to everyone."
"Mu Rong's home festival is sad."
"The sorrow,"
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There are people in the crowd who are constantly giving off their voices, shaking their heads and sighing, and the heart is another scene. Especially the Qinglong, the Suzaku elders, sneer in their hearts, and they are slightly balanced in their death from the talented disciples.
"and many more."
Qin Tian immediately drank and said: "I haven't worshipped the world yet. Miss Meng Qi is not the wife of Murong's son. Since this is the case, I have to bring her back to Furong Garden. I am worried..."
"you dare!"
Murong Feng stared at Qin Tian~EbookFREE.me~: "I didn't worship the world. She is also my wife. How old are you, what interferes with my Baihu family? How many heads do you have?"
Between the words, the orchid refers to a light finger, and some people around him want to laugh but dare not laugh.
Qin Tian faintly said: "Mu Rong's owner, as a friend of Mengqi's nephew, I have an obligation to ensure her safety. Your ancestors were assassinated, and let her be in the White Tiger Palace. I am worried that you can't protect him, let alone now. If you haven't married yet, you will live in the palace. How do you let the people in the world see Mengqi? How do you see the white tiger?"
"you……"
"If you can't protect the white tigers, can you protect them?"
"It's a joke."
Murong Feng sneered, suddenly let go of Meng Qi, the body's extremely cold breath suddenly released, the surrounding air is like a moment of condensation, some people have two eyes, directly frozen halo.
Strong yin.
The cold is very incomparable, and Murong Feng’s eyes are full of killing...