Martial God

Oh, outside the tower, Yang is bright, when He Yiming goes out from the tower. He thought that he was coming out of Ghost Ridge.

This time, the retreat gives him the greatest feeling. The martial arts, the sacred king, the sacred king, the night slay, the **** of the gods, the throne, the sacred priest, the ninth day, the strongest, the abandonment of the big empire, the princes, the night god, the gods, the throne, the devil, the arrogant world, the most powerful The Great Zhou Dynasty martial arts 乾 乾 将 将 将 将 将 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神It is a teaching, then no matter where you are, when you go out, you will have a similar feeling.

After walking out of the tower, He Yiming clearly felt it.

Within the tower, all who saw him were respectful to him. Even if He Yiming didn't know anyone at all, he would change his face immediately after seeing it.

It is a fusion of respect and admiration, and most people have a burning gaze in their eyes.

This sudden change made He Yiming's heart quite surprised. But now he is also a sage. In the face of these ordinary people, he has to maintain an unpredictable look in any way, so he is very simple, left the tower without squinting, and avoided the home of the Golden Battle.

However, when he came to the door of the Golden Battle, he blinked and was somewhat inexplicable.

At the gate of the Golden Battle, a portrait was posted. Whether he looks left or right, the character above this portrait is himself.

He Yiming’s heart turned, and immediately understood why there were so many people who didn’t know each other’s work, and they were paying attention to themselves. It turned out that this portrait was a ghost.

However, among the temples, it is indeed a talented person. This portrait is indeed a three-pointer, a **** of extremes. Even if he looked at himself, he had a little feeling of looking at the mirror.

However, this picture is slowly placed here. For him, it is not a good thing.

He Yiming stepped forward and slammed the portrait of the doorman. He was already in the courtyard between the body movements.

Between the ears and the slightest movement, He Yiming has heard the voice of the Golden Battle. In the room of the Golden Campaign, it seems that he is not just one person, but at this moment, He Yiming does not care so much, he sighs: "Golden brother, what is going on?"

The Golden Campaign heard his voice and immediately walked out and saw the portrait of He Yiming’s hand. He laughed loudly: “He brother, you finally came out.”

He Yiming snorted and said: "You have nothing to do with my portrait posted here."

The Golden Campaign shook his head again and again, saying: "The portrait is not what I posted, nor is it my painting." He said with great earnestness: "I am practicing the esophagus, not the painting. You must not make a mistake."

He Yiming said with no anger: "If you don't have your consent, who would dare to put the portrait on your door."

The Golden Campaign laughed and said: "The person who posted the picture is in my room. Come in and yell at him."

Seeing the golden battle, there was a look of fearlessness. He Yiming was curious in his heart and entered his room. He saw a person lying on the bed halfway, and a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian student stood in front of the bed.

When he saw the person on the bed, He Yiming suddenly showed a hint of joy, saying: "Zhang Xiong, you are very good."

Although Zhang Zhongdie is still bedridden at the moment, since he can come out of the pagoda, it must be that Hao Hao thinks that he is no longer a problem. Otherwise, how can Hao Hao’s feelings for him be easily released.

Zhang Zhong egg was in a bed worker's fist and said: "He respects the person, life-saving grace, no words of thanks. Yifu, you go to Shantou to thank me."

The middle-aged Confucian student next to him immediately took a step forward, and his fast and heavy squatting, bowed his head with respect and respect, and said: "Zhang Yifu's ancestors, Xie Hezun, lived a great life."

He Yiming smiled again and again, and reached out and waved. Zhang Yifu’s head had not touched the ground, and it had already been pulled by an invisible gas.

Although he wants to complete his grandfather's life, but under this power, he is like a cockroach, and there is no resistance at all.

He Yiming coughed and said: "Zhang Xiong, it’s just a matter of raising your hand. Why is this?"

Zhang Zhong’s egg smiled slightly and said: “Alright, Da En does not say thank you, He Zun, now you have been promoted to be a sage. It is reasonable to say that there is no need for me to use this useless person. He paused and looked at the Battle of Jin. He said: "Golden Master, you and I have known each other for more than a hundred years. I have one thing for the brother to ask for your help. ”

The Golden Campaign quickly said: "Zhang Shixiong, ... When the younger brother was young, he used to teach under your teaching for ten years. For ten years, let the younger brother lay the foundation of the most solid martial arts. If you are told,... The younger brother will not dare to speak."

He Yiming realized that the relationship between the Golden Campaign and Zhang Zhongdou would be so good. It was originally between them. Even among the millions of people in the Lingbi Hall, there are few people who have such a fate.

Zhang Zhonglou nodded slightly and said: "Golden Master, I want to ask you to accompany the Hezun to the mountains in 19 years."

The Golden Battle was dumbfounded and said: "Zhang Shixiong, ...the younger brother thought it was something." He squinted at He Yiming and said: "This is a matter of necessity. Hehe said that you are not.

He Yiming’s lips moved slightly, his heart was excited, although he has been promoted to the Supreme now, but he heard the conversation between the two of them, especially the golden battle, and his heart is still like I was blocked by something. "There is an uncontrollable feeling six."

Heavily nodded, He Yiming said: "Not bad."

He has already heard his determination from the words of the Golden Campaign. After so long with this guy, He Yiming knows deeply that once this guy makes up his mind, even the nine cows will not come back.

If you refuse, then the only possibility is that the Golden Battle alone went to the deep, totem. If you really have this thing, then He ~ Ming is definitely a trouble. In this case, it is better to take care of each other than to walk with each other.

Zhang Zhongjin smiled gratifiedly. He saw the relationship between the Golden Battle and He Yiming. He also had the joy of his heart.

He Yiming’s gaze... fell on the portrait in his hand and asked suddenly: “Zhang Xiong, is this portrait from your hand?”

Zhang Zhongchai smiled and said: "The old man is also ignorant of the painting. This painting is from Yifu's handwriting."

He Yiming was surprised to see that although he did not know much about painting, he could still distinguish it because of the quality of a painting. The portrait painted by Zhang Yifu is absolutely vivid, and it is a must in the painting. In the memory of He Yiming, it seems that only the landscape map drawn by a congenital strongman found in the city of Tianluo can be compared with it.

Zhang Yifu went to show him deeply, hehe, said: "He Zun, the younger generation has seen you in the room of the old man, the old man told me to pass on your promotion to the Supreme, and the younger generation drew a copy of your Portrait, let the disciples remember your face."

He Yiming is awkward, and of course he knows that this old man is actually Hao Hao.

After a sigh of relief, He Yiming asked: "Why does Hao Brother want to spread my promotion to the Supreme?"

Zhang Yifu said: "This is the command of the old man, and the younger generation just did it."

The fire in He Yiming’s heart has long since disappeared. Since Hao Hao’s father did this, he naturally has his deep meaning and he does not have to be angry.

A hearty laugh came out from the door. Hao Hao didn't know when he had left the Tongtian Pagoda and came here.

After seeing Hao Hao, everyone is respectful greetings.

Hao Hao's big sleeve waved and directly pulled He Yiming into the room. He said: "Yi Ming, how have you harvested these days?"

He Yiming quickly said: "In the past few days, I have read the world's rare treasures. There are so many strange animals in the world."

Hao Hao nodded slightly and said: "In fact, the strange animals and animals recorded here are not complete.", "Not complete?" He Yiming suddenly screamed.

He personally turned over the contents of this set of secrets. There are not thousands of books, at least hundreds of them.

So many books are still incomplete, He Yiming really can't believe it.

Hao Haozheng said: "In fact, the most exotic animals in the world should be the work of those islands outside the sea." He looked away and said: "Beyond the sea, there are countless islands, these islands have big There are small, all over the world, and no one knows how many rare animals are there, or the masters hide them."

He Yiming's heart fretting, said: "Have you ever gone out to sea?"

Hao Hao slightly nodded his head and said: "The old man went to the sea three times in his life. He has experienced countless offshore storms, but what he saw and heard was to let the old man linger on his back. He felt deeply worthwhile."

He Yiming’s eyes flashed a trace of yearning. He came to Dashen and went to Ghost Cry, but he did not go to the sea. Naturally, he was quite envious.

Hao Hao’s words turned sharply and said: “Yi Ming, do you know why I want to spread your portraits widely?”

He Yiming said: "I don't know, please give pointers."

Hao Hao witnessed He Yiming and said awkwardly: "You only have twenty this year, but you are already promoted to the Supreme. This glory, even if it was the predecessor of the Shinto, has never been. I can be sure that you will become It’s not so much, so I want everyone to know that you are promoted to the Supreme in our Temple of the Ghosts. This honor must be left here anyway.” Here, his face reveals a trace. The proud smile ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ said: "I don't just want to preach here, but also spread your reputation throughout the Dashen, even the whole film."

He Yiming looked at him with a grin and said: "Hao brother, so many honorable people in the Lingbi Hall, do you have this honor?"

"Of course not." Hao Hao said of course: "You are the only one, because you are the only sage who has been promoted at the age of twenty."

He Yiming sighed, but in his heart, there was also a hint of ecstasy.

Famous in the world, this is not what he has pursued.

Inexplicable, he suddenly remembered a lot of things, twenty years of experience like a lantern, flashed in front of his eyes.

It’s sour and bitter, it seems to have been experienced in his short life of twenty years.

In his heart, a strange thought came out suddenly. Is it true that this is the world’s expectation?

This seems to be a problem without solution! ,