Leveling Up And Becoming Undefeatable

Ding!

“Fusion failed! ”

Ding!

“Fusion failed...”

All night long, Luo Tian was in a failing tone, almost every time, every time failed. It's almost like something, specifically something you can't feel for a while.

……

Second day

The negotiating team, represented by Yuelin, entered Wuling City.

Same day.

The only road into Shenhai City.

Zhuge Qing, the lean monkey, Xuanyu and Hung Tian represent the true martial artists are really quick to prepare.

Ray Xiangdong also pulled out more than 6,000 soldiers from the military district in the words of the drill.

Everything is in preparation.

Just wait for Chen, the Ye family's cultivators to come.

……

Early morning.

Luo Tian held Zhao Linger for breakfast at a breakfast point.

“Shut up...” Zhao Linger ate the soup powder, and the bars chirped. Don't mention how cute it is to look innocent and satisfied.

Luo Tian looked at her and said: "Slow down, no one is robbing you. ”

Zhao Linger smiled. “Uncle, it's really delicious. ”

Luo Tian smiled and sandwiched half the powder in the bowl into her bowl. “Linger, have you woken up with any source pieces lately? ”

He's been waiting.

Almost every day I ask Zhao Linger about this.

He needs source debris, he needs to restore the Earth's source breath to operation, and he needs to absorb a lot of source power to fuse the Four Divine Kings into a new law force.

The Supreme Divine King may appear at any moment, and he must be ready for everything.

Zhao Linger shook his head: “Not yet, uncle, the awakening of the source fragment also needs an opportunity. When the opportunity arrives, it will naturally awaken. Once awakened, I will inform you first. ”

When you finish it, it's like you can't eat it forever.

“Uh...” he hiccupped, Zhao Linger hipped and smiled, turning to the boss's wife: “Sister, another bowl. ”

The boss is in her 40s. Call her sister. She can't close her mouth with a smile. Immediately add a bowl of hot soup powder, especially meat filament, and send it to Zhao Linger. "Little girl can really talk. This bowl is for you to eat. ”

Zhao Linger smiled playfully. “Thank you, big sister. ”

After speaking and eating heavily, Luo Tian looked at Zhao Linger and shook his head. “Call her elder sister, call me uncle, I can't get drunk either. ”

Zhao Linger looked up and said, “You're much older than her. ”

Luo Tian suddenly looked at Zhao Linger as if she knew everything about herself. This was a moment.

At this time.

A silver-haired old man made it down and said: "Come on, bowl of soup powder, put more chili. ”

Wearing an ancient robe, the body has a distinct aura and looks like a fairy.

Luo Tian looked past.

While he was watching Old Ong, Old Ong was watching him.

Four eyes meet.

For a moment.

Luo Tian's heart shocked, the first feeling was that this old man was not simple.

Old Ong's eyebrows were also slightly wrinkled, and his heart secretly said: “I can't see clearly at all, this kid is not easy! ”

Old Ong looked at Zhao Linger again and Zhao Linger ignored him at all.

His face was even more astonished, "Spirit Root! ”

suddenly.

Old Ong walked up directly and sat down without Luo Tian's consent. He stared at Zhao Linger, and his eyes glowed like a beautiful jade. He pressed the excitement in his patience. "Little girl, are you interested in practicing fairy tales with me? ”

Zhao Linger still didn't lift her eyes. For her, the soup powder in the bowl was more attractive than anything else. "I'm not interested. ”

Old Ong looked at Luo Tian for a moment and said, "Are you her brother? ”

Zhao Linger replied: “He is my uncle. ”

“Uncle? So small?” Old Ong didn't think that much, look at Luo Tiandao, “lad, I see you two are amazed by the bones. At first glance, you are a martial arts genius. Are you interested in practicing fairy talent with me? ”

Luotian glanced at him.

”'I'm not a liar, I'm a liar!" said Old Ong with a white beard.

Thinking about it, Old Ong lowered his voice: “I am the Immortal of the Immortal Sect, my name is Nippon Mud Immortal. ”

Rottenton drank, “I still have the * * * * * Immortal Board. ”

Eh?

Old Ong didn't get it at all. "Are you also called the Nippon Immortal? ”

Luo Tian: “My name is * * * * Immortal Ancestor. ”

Old Ong was anxious, "How can you curse people? ”

"* * * * * Immortal. ”

“Well, what do you want me to do? These are the sermons, you can't just call them random, especially in this secular world.” Old Ong said seriously that he didn't hear any cursing in Luo Tian.

Luo Tian was also a fool, his heart sprayed with laughter, "Someone called Nishimu Immortal. That's brilliant. ”

Old Ong went on to say, "Boy, I see you're both different. Follow me back to Immortality. I can teach you to practice immortality. ”

“Ah"

“It's delicious. ”

Zhao Linger drank the last bit of powdered soup in the bowl and said satisfactorily.

Then he looked at Luo Tian and said, “I'm not interested! ”

“Ma'am, pay the bill!” Luo Tian shouted.

The enthusiastic boss's mother came up and whispered to Luo Tiandao: “You should keep an eye on your niece. I think this old man is like a child abductor, you must be careful. ”

Luo Tian chuckled: “Thank you, Madam Boss. I'll be careful. ”

After that, Zhao Linger left. Today Zhuge Qingqing they were not at Thundering College. He was going to manage it in his place.

Old Ong saw Luo Tian was leaving. After a few bites of powder, he had to catch up.

But the boss's mother caught him looking at him by a tiger. “I want to escape without paying for it. Luckily, I'm already ready. Don't think you look like a tall man dressed like this. I think you are a cheater. ”

“Give me the money! ”

Old Ong was caught dead by the boss's mother, took out his pockets and found that he didn't bring the money out. “Well, I forgot to bring the money when I went out today. I'll put my flying sword down here and I'll definitely give you the money tomorrow. ”

He is in a hurry to chase after Luo Tian now, even with his magic treasure left behind.

Just a little kid's toy, and a wooden sword on the table.

The boss took a look and threw the flying sword directly into the trash can and drank: “Do you think I'm a three year old child? And a flying sword. I think you're a liar. ”

“Give me the money! ”

“I can't spare you today if you can't afford it. ”

Old Ong looked at his flying sword and threw it in the trash can. He wanted to die. "But I really don't have any money. ”

“No money, huh? ”

“Wash this pile of dishes or you won't get out of here today!” The boss, a tiger with a back of her back, glanced at her.

Old Ong is hard pressed.