Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

And this way.

The smell ceremony looked at the large pile of clothes the boss had brought over, and it just felt dark in front of him.

If he hadn't seen Zhao really being good to himself since this time, he couldn't help wondering if he was going to torture himself with this.

When Zhao saw that he still wanted to let himself try it, he suddenly moved.

Zhao only felt his sleeve pulled.

She looked down and saw her little brother staring at herself.

“Brother, I'm hungry. ”

Hungry?

That's it!

Little brother hasn't built a foundation yet and can't dig the same valley.

I just figured out how to dress my little brother and forgot about it.

A Zhao felt guilty.

“Let's go eat first, boss, and settle what we saw before. ”

Refused the shopkeeper to send the address to the door, A Zhao put his clothes in the storage ring and went out with a salute.

The smell of the gift finally relieved me.

After eating, he categorically rejected Zhao's suggestion to continue showing himself his clothes.

Zhao could only let go of his regrets and took a walk around with the sniffer ritual. He was ready to go back to Lingyun Xianzong.

Just out of town, not yet Lingyun Xianzong Mountain foot, A Zhao suddenly took a divine look.

He held the sniffer in his hand and intuitively tightened his waist. The whole person was hugged and quickly retracted.

Spiritual light appeared, the landslide broke, and the appalling momentum suppressed.

He couldn't bear it, his throat was blown, and his breath bled out.

The next moment, the gentle breath swept past, and the audience knew that it was someone carrying the pressure of the other enemy on their behalf.

A skinny old man in black stood quietly in front of him.

Zhao quickly turned over all the information in his memory and said coldly: "Ancestor Black Wind? ”

The old man did not deny: “The old man has been locked up for many years. As soon as he came out, he heard that Ling Yunxianzong had an extinct genius of less than thirty gods. If he wanted to come, he would be you. ”

It was bad.

A Zhao Shuangmei, the snow shone brightly, the natural spirit sword has appeared in his hand.

Ancestor Black Wind is calm, looking at Zhao's divine color, but extremely indifferent: “You are a rare genius. It's just a shame...”

“Pity about what?” A Zhaoyang pinched his hand, but found that the space was blocked and the signal could not be sent out.

“Too bad you're the right man, so you have to die. ”

Zhao put down the salute: “My brother is only a child. Could he be let live? ”

Ancestral Black Wind said coldly: "The righteous son, in my hand, never leaves alive. ”

Zhao set up a protective border on the sniffer's ceremony to keep him aside.

I'm nervous to smell the courtesy: “Brother, we...”

There was a warm touch on the top of his head, and he smelled a salutation. It turns out that Zhao touched his head.

“Don't worry, Brother will protect you. ”

Zhao finished, turning to Ancestor Black Wind.

She didn't give a shit, she had a sword in her hand and had already done it.

Smell the courtesy of looking up.

In his previous life, he had often heard that he had not seen Zhaoming Daojun take the sword, so he did not know what the real sword cultivation was.

It was a very common sword, and there was no fancy movement.

But that sword, raw and overwhelmed the brilliance of the sun, splitting the void and breathing, wrapped in destruction and unprecedented posture, blinking in front of the old black wind.

Ancestors of the Black Wind seem to be hiding.

But he doesn't have to hide.

The sword, which was enough to cut everything apart, stopped when it could reach his face.

It's like time stalled.