Heir To All

The old father-in-law was a commander of the forbidden army in the district, and the strength of the peak of the Supreme Realm was a first-class existence in the eyes of ordinary people, with high authority.

But in fact.

in the whirlpool of this imperial city.

He knew that there were too many people who could kill him in seconds.

If he died someday, no one would notice him.

The voice that came from Wang Sheng's body had a strong sense of oppression, making the old father-in-law almost kneel on the ground.

He understood in his heart.

This is at least a Divine Origin Realm powerhouse.

It is an existence that cannot be provoked by oneself.

The son-in-law died.

Forget it.

The next day, Fatty continued to practice as usual.

Chu Linguang personally supervised it.

With the help of his first powerhouse, Fatty's strength has grown by leaps and bounds.

Three months later, he succeeded in breaking through and became a supreme powerhouse.

At this time, Fatty was only six years old.

At such an age, there are people who have the cultivation base of the Supreme Realm. Even in the imperial city, they are definitely evil spirits. If it spreads out, it will definitely cause the imperial city to shake, and make celebrities from all over the world come madly.

At that time, it was Aunt Osmanthus' eyes that was soaring.

During this time.

A lot has happened in the Imperial City.

The Son of God has been chosen.

is a woman.

It's called Lin Siyi.

She suppressed the great arrogance.

With a set of small thousand swordsmanship, few people can catch her sword.

Crush the crowd all the way.

In the end, he easily became the contemporary Son of God.

Under the watchful eyes of the emperor and the nobles, on behalf of the students, they paid homage to the sage Chu.

After the Son of God was selected.

The imperial city regained its calm for a while.

There are a lot fewer people coming and going.

During this period, Chu Linguang also visited Lin Siyi and Wang Ruoyan in the past.

But just silently watching from behind.

Neither Lin Siyi nor Wang Ruoyan knew that he was back.

Their lives are very harmonious.

Pamper yourself in the imperial city.

The strength of both of them has undergone unprecedented changes.

Lin Siyi has grown into a great beauty.

It is well-known in the imperial city, and is sought after by countless princes and nobles.

Known as the most dazzling and eye-catching fairy in the imperial city.

The prestige surpassed that of Wang Ruoyan.

during these fifty years.

Wang Ruoyan disappeared.

Everyone forgot about this fairy.

She trained and pointed Lin Siyi behind her back.

With her help, Lin Siyi counterattacked all the way.

From the academy, step by step becomes stronger.

finally became a saint.

He even became a fairy, and his reputation spread throughout the Baixia plane.

It's just that people can occasionally see the fairy, sitting on the eaves, watching the direction of the port mountain, falling into contemplation, and sometimes crying quietly.

Chu Linguang has been in seclusion for fifty years.

When can I get out.

No one can know.

He had explained to Wang Ruoyan before.

No one is allowed in until he comes out.

Although the two of them often came to the gate of the Port Mountain to watch, but without Chu Linguang's permission, neither of them had ever stepped into the Port Mountain. Fifty years have passed, and this longing has not been diluted by time.

On the contrary, under the precipitation of time.

Everything that he and Chu Linguang had experienced in the past became more and more clearly visible.

That feeling was eventually buried in the hearts of both of them.

In the blink of an eye, another decade has passed.

A new round of the selection of the Son of God is about to begin.

It has been sixty years since Chu Linguang retreated.

ten years.

Fatty has also grown into a little fat man.

age of sixteen.

Possess the cultivation base of the early stage of the gods and martial arts.

The blood of the Dragon King has been fully controlled by him.

The flesh body is about to form the complete body of the Dragon King.

Once you're done.

Fat Dun's strength will surpass that of many people. In the Divine Martial Realm, if he lifts weight lightly, he can easily crush a powerhouse of the same level.

But nonetheless.

At this time, Fat Dun, using the Xuanming Spear Technique, can also sweep the world.

Few were his opponents.

To know.

He, who has the blood of the Dragon King himself, is not strong under the training of Chu Linguang.

"Second uncle, am I really going to run for the Holy Son?"

With a big belly and a silver spear, Fatty came to the back of Chu Linguang, who was sitting by the river fishing.

The strength has become the realm of divine martial arts.

But there was no sign of his stomach getting smaller at all.

With the blood of the Dragon King, his appetite is increasing day by day.

Every meal is compared to other families with dozens of mouthfuls.

And they all need the flesh and blood of monsters to fill their stomachs.

If not Chu Linguang is his backer.

Fat Dun may have been starved to death after the Dragon King's bloodline was activated.

Nowadays, the monsters near the imperial city are basically eaten up by Fatty.

In the imperial city, there is also a madman who specializes in killing monsters.

Rumors intensified.

Some people say that the madman's family was eaten up by the monsters, and he worked hard for this, vowing to slaughter all the monsters in the world.

The sun and the moon are doing penance in the forest.

No matter how monster.

Just come across.

Even an ant was trampled to death by him.

This kind of obsessive mentality made people feel terrified, and they couldn't help but mourned for the nearby monsters.

Even the sons and daughters of the powerful have divided their territories in the Monster Beast Forest, for fear that in the place where they are trained, the monsters will all be killed by the mad monster, and there are no powerful monsters who can test their strength.

"You don't want to be a holy son and pay homage to Saint Chu?"

Chu Linguang asked.

been together for so long.

Fei Long still doesn't know that he is the Chu sage in people's mouths, only Chu Linguang is a recluse master. In the eyes of countless people, the aloof sage Chu has always been in the port mountain.

Even after so many years of evolution.

There are even rumors that Saint Chu may have entered the realm of the gods and left the plane of Baixia.

But such words do not dare to spread too far, and those who talk about this matter only dare to say a few words quietly.

"Think, in the plane of Baixia, who doesn't want to pay homage to Saint Chu, if he can get a little bit of guidance from him, wouldn't that be..."

Fatty said excitedly.

After talking about it, he thought of something, and quickly changed his words: "Of course, the second uncle's guidance will not be lost to Saint Chu. In these years, who can believe that I can grow from a poor child to a strong person in the realm of martial arts.

Just ten years.

The second uncle is not weaker than that Saint Chu. "

These words are mainly to comfort Chu Linguang.

In Fat Dun's heart, Saint Chu is supreme, and it's not that he disrespects Chu Linguang.

but under the influence of the surrounding environment.

He had no doubts about the strength of Saint Chu.

There was reverence in his eyes.

"You can go if you want, you don't have to talk nonsense on my side, but since you have gone to participate, you must get the first place."

Chu Linguang waved his hand and said impatiently.

"Yes, I will never let Uncle Er down."

Fatty looked happy.

Carrying a long spear, he hurried back towards the academy.

Today, he has already entered the academy to practice.

In the academy, however, he kept a low profile.

age of sixteen.

The cultivation of the Divine Martial Realm, once spread, is enough to stir up the entire imperial city, and even the entire Baixia plane.

in the eyes of outsiders.

Fatty is just a more ordinary disciple in the academy.

The cultivation of the Supreme Realm is a material that can be created.

"Fat Dragon, you are carrying a gun, are you going to hang clothes?"

entered the college.

Fatty's plump body immediately attracted people's attention.

Since Chu Linguang taught him the Xuanming Spear, Fat Dun would carry a long spear wherever he went when he went out. Over time, some people ridiculed him for using this gun to dry his clothes.

"Hahaha."

The classmates around couldn't help laughing.

"Hmph, I want to run for the Holy Son."

Fat Dun hit the ground with a long spear and said seriously.

"Hahaha!"

"With your body type, even if you become a holy son, have you been able to visit Saint Chu?"

"I think when you knelt down, the clothes squeaked, and the clothes cracked directly. At that time, a pair of big butts were placed in front of Saint Chu, that would be disrespectful."

"Don't pay homage to Saint Chu, come and pay homage to me!"

…

Everyone was talking.

The voice is very frantic, full of mockery, and playful tricks.

"You... hum, I don't care about you, I'll see you in the arena if you have the ability."

Fatty blushed, but finally held back.

Over the years, I have followed Chu Linguang to practice.

He improved not only his strength, but also his mood.

With the help and training of Chu Linguang.

Although Pang Dun can't be like a monk who has achieved Taoism, no matter what time, there is no wave in the ancient well, but what should be forbearance, when should it erupt, Pang Dun can still do it.

"Hahaha, I'm going to find a wooden board and wait for you in the ring, everyone wait and see how I give this fat man a teppanyaki!"

A classmate laughed loudly.

Fatty was helpless and could only temporarily avoid this group of people.

After going to register.

Depressed, he returned home.

With his dignified strength in the Divine Martial Realm, facing the previous group of classmates, he completely had the advantage of crushing, and even facing the teachers in the academy, he was basically no match for him.

But Chu Linguang's teaching.

He took it to heart.

You can let others know your talent, but you must have the strength to protect yourself.

Come to think of it, the current self, the cultivation of the Divine Martial Realm, in this imperial city, should be regarded as having the strength to protect himself!

Fatty thought so.

"Ow!"

Suddenly, a dragon roar came from the direction of the forest.

"It's that magic dragon, he dares to appear."

Fatty ran out with a gun.

Seeing Chu Linguang who was opposite the door, he sat at the door and smoked a cigarette.

Fat Dun clasped his fist towards Chu Linguang.

It turned into an afterimage.

Rush towards the forest.

Chu Linguang, who was sitting at the door rolling cigarettes, gradually faded away and disappeared in place, silently, as if he had never appeared at the door.

"I'm a fat dragon, you're a demon dragon, look at our two dragons, who is more powerful."

Fatty is holding a silver spear.

Demonstrated the Xuanming Spear.

Swept towards the dragon.

The magic dragon broke through all the way.

The dragon claw broke through the toughness of the fat pier, and a paw slapped the fat pier's forehead.

Fatty can't dodge around.

You can only block with a gun.

bang.

Although the spear blocked the power of this claw and prevented the head from blooming, Fatty's body was also slapped into the woodland by the huge force.

Only the head was left on the ground.

Both hands held up a somewhat curved spear.

Like a radish, it fell into the ground.

It looks very funny.

"In the past few years, you have been endless, and you have harassed me many times. In the past, my bloodline changed, and my strength was weak. I can't help it. Today, I will see how you escaped from the palm of this king."

The magic dragon spit out human words.

A dragon tail hovering above.

Boom.

Directly drawn towards the fat pier that fell into the ground.

This tail sweeps down.

Able to pat the fat dumplings into meat sauce.

Even Fat Dun has the blood of the Dragon King.

There is only one step left to activate the Dragon King's Holy Body. His body is far stronger than others, but he can't stand the blow of the dragon that can smash Mount Tai into pieces.

"boom!"

At the critical moment, the fat pier rose into the sky.

A shot stabbed the dragon's tail.

This shot is the drop of water in the Xuanming Spear.

Powerful.

A shot pierced the dragon's tail.

"Ow!"

The dragon screamed.

The dragon tail inertia swept down.

Fat Dun couldn't get the spear out in time.

The body was hit by the dragon's tail.

Once again photographed in the woods.

Looks very embarrassed.

"Gun here!"

Fatty roared angrily.

This silver spear was refined for him by Chu Linguang.

Has been refined by him.

fused with his blood.

He shot.

The long spear trembled in the dragon's tail, trying to break free and return to Fat Dun's hands.

But at the critical moment, the magic dragon will use the dragon claws to pull out the spear.

Then in front of Fat Dun, the two dragon claws wanted to break the spear.

Then found out.

This gun level is not easy.

The two dragon claws could not be broken.

Fortunately, he has four limbs dragon claws.

Claws up together.

I want to break the spear.

As a result, the bending of the spear strengthened a little, but it still couldn't be broken.

"Go to hell!"

under anger.

The dragon threw the spear into the distance.

Body swooped down.

Open your mouth wide open.

A black flame spewed out.

Like a dragon fist, it slammed into the fat pier.

"Second uncle!"

Fatty's body fell into the ground like a radish being planted.

At this moment, although he can break free from the land, he cannot avoid the flames of the dragon. He knows that this flame is very terrifying. Even if he has the blood of the Dragon King, it will be very uncomfortable.

Only touched a little bit before.

It was painful for a while.

So much coming.

Once swallowed.

Even if you can survive.

It will be painful in the future.

"Snapped!"

A big tree fell down.

hit the ground.

That force pushed Fatty to the ground and bounced back, causing Fatty's body to shoot at the magic flame.

"Second uncle, what are you doing?"

Fatty screamed.

Knowing that this is Chu Linguang's arm.

"If you want to successfully own the Holy Body of the Dragon King, you should stand the test."

Chu Linguang's voice sounded in Fatty's mind.

As a result, Fat Dun found that he was surrounded by magic flames.

The magic flame devoured him completely.

Not only was he unable to break free and broke through the layers of demonic flames, on the contrary, the demonic dragon in the sky, who did not know if it was caught by someone's throat, was desperately spitting out the demonic flames.

"Sir, spare me!"

The magic dragon felt that a pair of invisible hands firmly grasped it.

An overwhelming force.

It is forcing the magic energy in its body to spew out, turning it into a monstrous magic flame, and swallowing the fat pier firmly.

Its pair of dragon eyes saw that its own demonic flame had penetrated into Fatty's body, and Fatty's blood and body were being burned fiercely. The pain was unbearable for ordinary people.