Yuan Shazi, the son of the Yuan family, understood it.

The so-called Mr. Fourteen in front of him is really a poor mountain and remote people who don't know anything.

As soon as this fourteenth gentleman opened his mouth, he wanted to scold his father, scold his mother, and spray his grandfather. But Yuan Shazi was not angry, after all, his grandfather was long gone, his mother died when he was eight years old, and as for his father, since his mother died, he had not called Yuan Liu a father.

Therefore, scolding three people who had nothing to do with Yuan Shazi, of course Yuan Shazi was not angry at all.

But Yuan Gongzi, who is known to kill one person in one jump, still jumped off the bed.

Because he wanted to kill this Mr. Fourteen like Diao Min.

At least the people who had a little brains present understood why Mr. Fourteen Mo Xiaohe was worth killing.

The renaming of Guilin is a major event closely related to every aboriginal of the Instrument Spirit Country, and it is almost a sign of Cangsheng's declaration of war with the three major forces.

But in the context of such a grand event, the so-called Mr. Fourteen is approaching Guilin, at the moment of all the attention, why is there only the people on the mountain of Guilin, the clouds are light and the wind is light, nothing has happened, and half a person does not come?

Besides, this Mr. Fourteen, this soul is torn apart, and there is no chance to reach the top of the martial arts in this life. If you talk about foresight and strategy, let alone talk about it, how can any strategist scold his mother as soon as he is rude?

The most important thing is that looking at the stupid appearance of this Mr. Fourteen's coarse shoes and rags, he is obviously a fool who knows nothing.

Therefore, will Mr. Fourteen in front of him just be a touchstone for Cangsheng, and test the degree of resistance of the three major forces to the renaming of Guilin to Guilin State?

That's what Yuan Shazi thought.

So Mr. Fourteen, who was silly and naïve in front of him, immediately became an ant in his eyes.

It has something to do with Mr. Fourteen not being valued by Cangsheng, but also with Mr. Fourteen himself, after all, this Mr. Fourteen has nothing to do, and he has no backbone. It's a fool who is more stupid than a fool.

Before the anteater wants to eat the ant, he will say to the ant, "Is it a pity that you die?"

Before Haohai will flood the creek, he will say to the creek, are you sorry for drowning?

No, it won't.

Yuan Gongzi had said before that he could knock Mr. Fourteen down with one hand.

So he only took out one hand, clenched it into a fist, and blasted it out.

Martial arts practice, above the first grade of martial arts, will enter the set, at this time is already copper skin and iron bones, immortal and immortal.

Above the determination, it is extraordinary.

After transcendence, the soul condenses into a soul, which can communicate with the void and use the seven void true powers, including the six souls of void, gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and light.

Transcendent and small, the soul is transparent and invisible, and only a trace of void true power can be used.

Extraordinary, if it is a person with a spirit, the soul will be black, you can directly reach into the void, draw out the true power of the void, hold it in your hand, and smash it to see who is unhappy.

As an extraordinary master, the Void True Power in Yuan Gongzi's fist was smashing towards Mo Xiaohe at this time.

When a martial artist enters the meditation, he only needs half a wisp of void true power to temper his body.

One more and it would have been a mob to death.

If there are two threads, it will be directly wiped out.

And at this time, the true power of the void, Yuan Gongzi is full of hands.

Suddenly, the air fluctuated like a beating note, the thick soil was falling, a crack was lying in front of Mo Xiaohe, the surrounding trees and weeds were crackling and burning, and the scorching sun was shining on Yuan Shazi's body, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

This is the true power of the Void.

Flooding all objects in the void.

The Mo Xiaohe River, which was about to be submerged, remained motionless.

Like the hero in the story, he poses very handsomely, his body is erect, and the wind blows his messy long hair and old clothes, and he hunts.

Therefore, no one doubts, Mr. Fourteen, will die soon. Today's incident is probably just a farce made by the big devil Cangsheng who is extremely bored and makes a farce.

Just like the old cow who wanted to take a sip of water before the temporary, Mr. Fourteen raised a fist with difficulty.

Mr. Fourteen's fist of seeking death and Yuan Shazi's fist full of void true power shook together.

Boom.

The true power of the void sprayed in the air, and a glow of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, like flames, rushed towards the sky.

Mr. Fourteen, who is bound to disappear in the eyes of the world.

But he did not die.

On his cold and handsome face, neat and beautiful sharp and oval eyes, he was still not angry or happy, and his skin was faintly showing a faint golden color.

This is the golden color that only appears after 260 times of meditation; this is the golden gold that the divine book in the eyes of the world cannot be stopped by the book of heaven; this is the golden gold of the golden ancestor under the Bodhi tree.

Yuan Shazi, who thought he was high in Shangcang Mountain, had an incredible face.

Because he knew that if Mr. Fourteen's empty other hand came with a punch, he would be dead.

Because he knew that he was not Cangshan, and the body he hit with one punch was Cangshan.

At the last moment, thousands of people who wanted to see jokes with playful faces were silent for a while.

The wind was light, the trees seemed to be still, and the scorching sun seemed to be mild.

Everyone was stunned, monster-like, staring at Mr. Fourteen Mo Xiaohe.

In the jungle not far away, a sparrow was startled, chirping.

But it seems to be quieter.

In the history of the true realm, there have been extraordinary small successes and defeated extraordinary great achievements. For example, Xia Zhenren's apprentice Zhou Madman, when he was extraordinary, he was known as invincible in the transcendent realm.

There have also been transcendent victories and sanctifications, such as under the Bodhi tree, the golden body ancestor. When it is extraordinary, it is as immobile as a golden bell.

But it's all the true power of the void, against the true power.

Never before, with the body of a mortal, hard to shake the true power of the void. With the body of a mortal, it is comparable to the gods.

Therefore, Mr. Fourteen in front of him has refreshed the history of the Mo Dazhen Realm, composed of more than 200,000 people. Not only did he shake the Void True Force, but he almost defeated it.

But Mr. Fourteen Mo Xiaohe was still expressionless, his neat and beautiful sharp oval eyes moved slightly, staring at people.

Then, he sat on a big rock beside him, Erlang's legs were cocked, like the middle and bottom of the rivers and lakes, posing before fighting with others, lighting a cigarette, and casually.

The thousands of people present just watched Mr. Fourteen quietly, watching him complete these movements very smoothly and skillfully, but none of them interrupted.

Poor Mr. Fourteen still looks like a bad man. It's like in his eyes, defeating the transcendent with a fixed body is not something to show off and be happy about.

These things, in his eyes, look like a finger stabbing the eldest young master Qian Jiao, not worth mentioning, his voice is still faint, and he still has a poke in the rivers and lakes, "your grandma's mother." ”

"I want to see Kurasheng. ”

"Money or death, whatever you want. ”

"Don't want anything, just call out to me, the big devil Cangsheng. ”

"You're going to fight at every turn, don't you want to die. ”

Mr. Fourteen, Mo Xiaohe, said these words with a light breeze like this.

These mundane sound waves are beating in the air.

The scene was eerily silent.

This is not a talented man who dominates the world, not a talented man who is full of wealth, nor is he a chivalrous man who crushes the real realm by force.

This Mr. Fourteen has just refreshed the record in the True Realm, and has done something that even the most powerful Golden Body Ancestor in the True Realm cannot do.

So he doesn't need to learn what the first three look like.

If he does his Diaomin, that's it.

Such a fourteenth gentleman, although his soul is fragmented and cannot be advanced, once he advances, he is invincible.

From beginning to end, Mr. Fourteen made the thousands of people present go from disgust to disdain, and finally turned into shock, just two paragraphs, a fist.

Yuan Gongzi, who dared to scold the heavens and the earth, even his father, finally held back the urge to let the spirit slave behind him make a move.

Because he was very sure that in the face of such a Mr. Fourteen, Cangsheng would definitely make a move. The slave dared to move, and Yuan Gongzi had no doubt that he would die first.

"Scattered, scattered. Mr. Fourteen, the rest, none of my business. ”

Yuan Gongzi, who said that he was a villain without blushing or panting, finally squeezed out a smile and easily lay back on the couch.

His smile is not embarrassing, not lively, not presumptuous, just envious.

Because for the rest, he really has nothing to do. can't extinguish Mr. Fourteen's prestige, and he can't afford to provoke him himself.

Tomorrow, the landscape of Guilin, which has ignored the world for thousands of years, is destined to appear a fourteenth gentleman who has entered the world and grabbed luck with the people of the world.

The whole world will know it.

Of course, the premise is that the people of the three major forces sit idly by.

Sit back and ignore Cangsheng as their enemy, sit back and ignore Cangsheng as their enemy, and the world as their enemy.

It's just that Mr. Fourteen, who was sitting on the boulder, still didn't move.

Because he couldn't move.

Under the sunlight of the furnace baking the earth, the dense dark clouds gathered at a very fast speed, gathering into a dragon and a unicorn, covering the sky and the sun.

There was a dull and domineering dragon roar in the sky, and the proud roar of a unicorn.

A bolt of lightning fell, blasting through the mountains in the distance, and boulders and dirt tumbled to the ground.

Above the clouds, a light rain was dripping.

In an instant, the rain was heavy.

The sound of thunder and rain in all directions was mixed together.

Mr. Fourteen, Mo Xiaohe, who couldn't move at all, had a dragon head on his head, with his mouth wide open, about to devour him.

...

...

There is a machine spirit country in the true realm, and there is a Guilin land in the machine spirit country, and there is a Guilin mountain in Guilin, and on Guilin Mountain, there is a man who claims to be the most beautiful man in the world, shouting that Guilin Mountain is the best in the world.

On Guilin Mountain, where the mountains and rivers are the best in the world, the most beautiful man in the world has his hands behind his back, pacing in the main hall, walking around boredly.

Even though he had thirteen apprentices, none of them took him seriously.

The eldest apprentice, Yu Tong, doesn't know where the person is.

The second apprentice, Cangsheng, looked honest and honest, holding a book in his hand, looking at his master from time to time, with a smile on his face.

The three apprentices were Feng Su, eating beef and drinking wine, not caring about their own master at all.

The fourth apprentice, Mu Yi, a big fat man, secretly looked at the beef in the pot of the third apprentice, and didn't dare to put down the chopsticks.

The fifth apprentice, Chen Ergou, was like a dog as his name suggested, lying in the grass.

Huo Zhong, the sixth apprentice, secretly glanced at the master from time to time, with a face full of disdain.

The seven apprentices were brutal and immersed in their own embroidery.

...

These thirteen simple apprentices who are not ghosts or ghosts seem to have only thirteen junior sisters, and they are the only ones who put Cangsheng in their eyes.

Thirteen junior sisters, there is a very simple name, surname Jane, name Dan.

She is only thirteen years old, she is the thirteenth junior sister, and she is the most beautiful woman in the world in the eyes of the world.

The little junior sister Jian Dan was dressed in a white dress, swinging, and had a picturesque face, lying lifeless on the table.

"Little junior sister, senior sister went to buy rouge at the foot of Guilin Mountain today, why don't you accompany her?", Cang Sheng was like a dog pleasing his master, approached his little female apprentice, and asked with a smile.

The little junior sister was simple and simple, under Qiubo's eyebrows, her big eyes flashed and flashed, and she simply turned her face away. This master is not a problem, what is the matter, senior sister, just went out to fight with others.

"You're thirteen years old, it's time to put on some lipstick, some rouge, and dress up. ”

The little sister looked unhappy, but she still ignored it.

"You can't afford it? The master gives you a few hundred taels of silver every month, is it possible that your senior sister has been blackmailed again?"

The little junior sister pursed her mouth and looked aggrieved.

"This senior sister is really not a thing. ”

The little junior sister's face was full of disdain. This master is useless, so he only dares to scold behind his back.

"Look at it, it's thundering outside, there's lightning, it's raining, maybe there's a rainbow later, do you want to go with the master?"

The little junior sister was not interested at all.

"There is rouge under the mountain, the master will buy you a hundred!"

The little junior sister still ignored it.

"Little junior sister. ”

Cang Sheng looked deflated, "The master has taken in a little junior brother for you." ”

"Where?"

The thirteen apprentices, as if they had suddenly made an appointment, turned their faces away suddenly.

The wine in the hand of the third senior brother Feng Su suddenly spilled on the ground.

Master, finally accepted a little junior brother?

There are thirteen brothers and sisters, scrambling, you chase after me, and run into the rain.

Cang Sheng sighed, in his tone, as if it was the grain under the mountain, which was about to be robbed by others, urging, "Hurry up, hurry up, it's too late, your little junior brother will be killed soon." ”