Chapter 572: Empty joy

Biquge EbookFREE.me, the fastest update of the latest chapter of the weapon master!
Chapter 572: Empty Joy
Shen Guan frowned slightly and groaned: "According to the news from the two realms, 'The Eight Desolate Dragon Kings' have been killed by Tang Huan. From this we can see that Tang Huan is already the ninth-level peak Wu Sheng, I want to come and become a real master of smelting tools. With his skill and skill, coupled with spiritual fire, he really has the ability to forge the magic soldier. If he is really a disciple of Ou Xie's predecessor, maybe he really knows how to enter 'Forged caves.' "
"So, the elder also thinks that Tang Huan may be in the" Forging Gods Cave "?"
Aoba said with a smile.
In fact, she was shocked when she said the word "Tang Huan". At first, she just said it subconsciously, but the more she thought about it, the more likely it was. Of course, this is just her intuition and has no other basis.
"It's just possible."
Shen Guan heard a word, and a smile appeared on his face again, "Tang Huan is a disciple of Ou Xie's predecessor. It is still our guess, and there is no conclusive evidence. However, we don't need to guess here, and go directly to the Forge of Sword Look there, I know everything. Anyway, we originally planned to go south from Longquan Town to go to the 'Forgotten City' to see the Qiankun Tower, which was just the way. "
The news of the opening of Qiankun Tower has long been known to Shen Guan, but there are too many things and no action has been taken. It was only recently that he relaxed and prepared to go around the Forgotten City. Forged sword valley may contain the news of the magic soldier.
"That's right, let's go now." Mu Yan smiled first.
"..."
...
"Haha, the ninth-order martial arts saint, the old man is finally the ninth-order martial arts saint!"
In the city of Nulang, deep inside the Tang house, a small burst of laughter rang out in the small hall. Tang Mochang, the ancestor of the Tang family, was full of joy.
After a long time, the laughter stopped, and Tang Mochang's eyes became as vicious as a poisonous snake: "Tang Huan, the old man is already a ninth-level martial arts saint, you are at best now, the eighth-level peak Wuzong, the old man wants to kill you. It's as easy as a palm. "When it comes to the back, Tang Mochang's face is already very embarrassed.
"Master Grandpa!" A respectful voice sounded outside the hall.
"Come in!"
"Yes!"
The temple door creaked open, and Tang Tianren's figure was immediately revealed at the door. There was a touch of excitement between the eyebrows. "Congratulations to your grandfather, finally stepping into the realm of Wu Sheng." From now on, the city of Fury There is also a nine-tier strong in the Tang family.
"After all these years, this step has finally been taken."
There was a little smile on Tang Mochang's face, and a little pride and self-confidence in his expression. "Tianren, where is Tang Huan's evil barrier now?"
"Master Grandpa, he ..." Tang Tianren hesitated.
"Huh?" Tang Mochang frowned.
"My grandfather asked what the evil barrier did?" Tang Tianren was a bit unnatural.
"Naturally, find a chance to kill him."
Seeing Tang Tianren's look, Tang Mochang was displeased. "That evil barrier made my Tang family look shameless. Now that the old man is a ninth-level martial saint, how can he keep him?"
"Master Grandpa ..."
Tang Tianren was half a while, and seeing that Tang Mochang's face became increasingly ugly, after all, he laughed bitterly, "We are afraid we can't kill him now."
Since Tang Huan had disfigured the Tang family in the performance martial arts field, Tang Mochang began to practice retreat and never left the small hall. Tang Tianren and others have not disturbed him except to deliver food regularly. He knows nothing about the state of the world today.
"Why?" Tang Mochang chilled.
"Tang Huan ... Tang Huan is already the ninth-level peak Wu Sheng ... even the 'Eight Wild Dragon King' of the Demon Clan was killed by him, and he also regained the Castle of Nutao. Now he is the hero of the entire human race. Tang Huan's recent situation revealed that his face was full of bitterness.
"What?" Tang Mochang remained as a chicken, pale, and after a long while, he hissed inexplicably, "Thief, are you playing with the old man?"
"..."
...
A few days later.
Datang Empire, Luoshen City, deep inside the imperial palace.
"What, the two people who originally created the Lord who burned the sky, was actually called Ou Xie?"
A plain-skinned, white-haired white-robed old man screamed in surprise, a pair of eyes staring directly at the middle-aged man in ordinary black clothes.
This old man in white robes is simply Tang Moyang, the founding father of the Datang Empire.
Seeing his shocked look, Tang Yun, who was sitting not far away, blinked curiously. Compared to when she attended the "Traditional Taoist Church" in Tianzhu City, she now seems to have matured a bit, and her face is tender and gelatinous, as if it can be overflowed with a touch of light.
"Exactly."
The voice of the middle-aged man in black was rather low. "This is the information from the Shenbing Pavilion. It is true. In addition, it is said that Tang Huan is also a disciple of Ou Xie."
"Tang Huan?" Tang Yunmei's eyes were slightly bright, two eyes glanced around Tang Moyang and the middle-aged man in black.
"Tang Huan is his disciple?"
Tang Moyang was startled again, and it took a while to say, "Qiu Di, you just said that you have two things to tell your husband. This is the first one, what else is it?"
"One more thing is the vision of 'sword-like transformation' in the depths of Forged Sword Valley, where there is a high possibility that there are hidden soldiers." Qiudi, a black middle-aged man, said again.
"Divine Soldier?" Tang Yun exclaimed in exclamation, "How can there suddenly be a divine soldier there?" Tang Moyang also frowned slightly, seeming quite puzzled.
"His Royal Highness Princess, this subordinate is unknown. The news was sent back by General Tang Xiong, who is stationed in Longquan Town."
"My husband knows, you go down first."
"Yes."
Qiu Di bowed back, and only Tang Moyang and Tang Yun were left in the hall.
The two looked different. Tang Yun kept lingering on the word "Divine Soldier", but Tang Moyang's face was changing. After a long while, he sighed quietly: "I thought Ou Xie had already passed away. The thought that he was still alive, yes, even the old man didn't die, how could he die so easily. "
"Grandpa, is that Ou Xie terrible?" Tang Yun came back, curious.
"Of course, a hundred years ago, he was stronger than his grandfather. Now he can even burn the sky, and his grandfather can't even beat him."
Tang Moyang was full of emotion.
Tang Yun's eyeballs flickered, and he suddenly smiled and said, "In Yuner's eyes, Grandpa is the best."
"Little girl, suddenly licking Grandpa's fart, and want to go out again?" Tang Moyang gave a slight stun, even though he smiled indifferently.
Tang Yun smiled, stood up and slipped beside Tang Moyang: "Grandpa, that's a soldier, don't you want to see it?"
"Also, it hasn't dispatched for decades, grandpa and grandpa will take you little girl to see what is going on."
"..."