(Cat flutter Chinese) Hua Ji heard this voice and was overjoyed.

Originally, he didn't like this person, but now that he heard it, it seemed that he heard the sound of the sound.

It's none other than the white fat man of the Zhao family.

"Zhao Yueban, it turned out to be you. Song Nan's voice was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the cultivators of the Zhao family would suddenly appear.

"Song Nan, I haven't seen you for a long time, I didn't think you were still alive. ”

But a group of alpacas flew in his heart, and the two brothers seemed to know each other.

Just now, the person who came also called an old friend, but Hua was extremely excited and had no idea.

Song Nan was not to be outdone, and said with a smile: "You are not dead, how can I die." ”

"So you went to Intega. No wonder you were expelled from the Zhao family back then, and there was no news. "Zhao Yue, the white fat man of the Zhao family, said halfway.

"yes, more than 30 years have passed. Song Nan also seemed to be quite emotional.

"You're really good, now you're all an elder of the Brahman. Zhao Yue said halfway. He knew the Sanskrit elders.

"It's not always as good as back home. Song Nan said lightly.

"Hanaji, you haven't come out yet. Zhao Yueban shouted at the cave.

"Right now, right now. ”

This time, Hua Ji didn't talk nonsense, he crackled for a while, packed up his things and walked out of the cave.

Hey, it's not only the Zhao family who came, but also the Zhou family. There were two or three hundred young men, and four or five old men.

Among the young people, there is Yuan Qingta and Zhou Guangling, and those old men, Hua Ji only knows Zhao Fatzi Zhao Yueban.

"Hello everyone. Hanaji said hello. Just when there were ten in the cave, Hanaji felt extremely lonely, and now when he came out, he looked at the bright stars and the starry snow on the mountain, and felt that life was very beautiful.

When Dechannamro saw the flower pole, the nameless fire ignited, he stepped forward, and Qiang Chang drew his green boga long sword, pointing at the flower pole.

Yuan Qingta also took a step forward and blocked in front of Huaji. As soon as he reached out, he removed his Langyue Silver Hammer from his back.

"Senior brother, this Intega, you speak badly, you rob the Intega beauty, he is nakedly slandering you, you beat him hard. Hua Ji said to Yuan Qingta.

Yuan Qingta trembled twice, he wanted to scold, and said halfway: "I don't know him at all, and he doesn't know me either, how can people speak ill of me." He has seen Huaji's nonsense skills many times, but every time he sees it, he still doesn't adapt to it.

Because Huaji, this calf can always bring forth the new.

"Really? Then you two can introduce yourselves. Hua Ji retreated and retreated directly to the Huaxia Cultivators Joint Action Group, which was not far from Zhou Guangling's side.

"......" Yuan Qingta was completely speechless.

Deshang Nanluo glanced at Yuan Qingta a few times, a little surprised, Yuan Qingta's momentum was not weaker than him at all, Deshang Nanluo had a feeling, although Yuan Qingta's martial arts level and weapons were not as good as him, but they might not lose much to him.

He thought of Hua Ji's methods, but he felt that he might not be Yuan Qingta's opponent.

Because Hua Ji called Yuan Qingta Senior Brother, the two are senior brothers, so Hua Ji will be kind of weird and unpredictable means, Yuan Qingta should also be.

How did he know that Hua Ji and Yuan Qingta had no relationship with the wool, but it had to be hard, and it was a relationship between enemies.

The misunderstanding of the senior brother and the younger brother is actually a lack of knowledge of Deschampanluo.

In recent years, the Brahmana has become dominant in the Intega family, so naturally it does not have a relationship with other sects, and the disciples of the Brahmana have never called the cultivators of other sects by seniority, but they all call them by their names, not knowing that Huaxia is a state of etiquette, and calling them senior brothers may not be real senior brothers.

Deschampanro also knew that his plan would not succeed today, and even if he fought, he would not be able to reap any benefits. He looked at Yuan Qingta again, looked at Hua Ji fiercely, pulled a sword flower, retracted the sword scabbard, and retreated behind Song Nan.

He knew the horror of Elder Song Nan, although he was the seventh elder, but his skills, among all the elders, were almost the third or fourth, or even higher.

Therefore, Song Nanzai has no part in his words at all, even if he is the chief of the ninth generation, he does not. However, because of his status as the ninth generation chief, all the elders will give him a face.

Of course, Song Nan knew that Hua Ji and Yuan Qingta might not have anything to do with it, but he didn't bother to expose it. He didn't know that Deschampanro actually had a fearful mind, and if he knew, he might mention something or two.

This is because fear often affects the advancement of cultivation.

Song Nan looked at Zhao Yueban and said, "It seems that this is the only way to do it today." ”

Zhao Yueban patted her big belly: "How can I do it, is it possible that the two of us will fight?"

Song Nan smiled and shook his head: "Maybe I'm not your opponent at all." ”

Zhao Yueban stretched out her hand and nodded at Song Nan: "When you were young, you were very hypocritical, and now you are even more hypocritical." I'm obviously no match for you. Zhao Yue was also calm and directly admitted that he was not Song Nan's opponent.

Song Nandao: "If people's entry is not good, you are not allowed to improve faster." ”

"Hehe, for others, I may think so, but for you, a thousand machines become Song Nan, I don't dare to have the slightest extravagant hope of transcendence. Zhao Yue shook her head again and again.

When he was young, he also fought against Song Nan a few times, and Song Nan was slightly better than him. When he was young, he thought that he was really only a little behind Song Nan, and as long as he worked a little harder, he could surpass Song Nan.

But as he got older, he understood that at that time, his thoughts were ridiculous, and he was not a little bit different from Song Nan.

When Song Nan was young, he was famous for his repeated combat techniques and frequent stratagems. In terms of resourcefulness, he is second only to Li Weiqiu, the god of strategy, and even Song Nan became famous, a little earlier than Li Weiqiu.

There was also speculation in the Huaxia cultivation world that if Song Nan had not been expelled by the Zhao family, but had been growing up smoothly in the Zhao family, perhaps the name of the god would have belonged to Song Nan, and there would be nothing to do with the god Li Weiqiu at all.

Of course, Hua Ji doesn't know this, and if he knows, he will definitely despise his master of the gods, and he will not have a reputation for being a martial artist.

"Haha, Senior Brother Zhao has won the prize. Song Nan clenched his fists.

"Okay, it's weird and cold, if you don't fight, let's leave. Zhao Yue said halfway.

Naturally, they will not fight at this time.

Hua Ji also understands this truth.

Both sides are hundreds of young disciples of about level 20, and if they really fight, there will be no fewer casualties. One-on-one or even a few people fighting against each other, there are casualties, everyone can accept it, but this kind of scuffle, among cultivators, rarely appears, unless it is an extremely powerful treasure suddenly.

Usually there are not many people who take treasures from all sides.

In this case, the situation with the country is similar, everyone has friction, they start to talk about it, and then Chen Bing confronts each other, and many times, at this time, there is a country that admits instigation.

If you don't admit it, you will continue to confront each other until the situation slowly gets out of control.

Of course, before this, the mouth cannon would generally be fought for several years, and everyone first fought and conspired, each of them won over their partners, and in the end, they couldn't bear it anymore and started it.

In the face of hundreds of thousands of people, hands-on is always the last choice.

The so-called major events of the country of soldiers, the place of death and life, and the way of survival, must not be overlooked.

Therefore, between countries and countries, it is definitely not as simple as the trolls, the trolls are always fighting and fighting, and it is not him who goes to the battlefield, of course he is willing to watch the excitement.

Hua Ji escaped from the ascension, and unconsciously thought of national affairs from the confrontation of cultivators.

"Oh, I care about national affairs before I can make a profit about my own affairs, I am really, tsk, too responsible. "The flower praises herself very secretly.

Ordinary Chinese people are idle and love to talk about politics in order to show their cleverness, and Hua Ji occasionally has this problem.

"Senior Brother Zhao, there will be a period later. Song Nan motioned to Deshannam Luo to take the Brahmins away.

Deschampanro didn't say a word, waved his big hand, and led people away. In Deshannan Luo's heart, he was actually already cowardly, one Yuan Qingta was enough for him to drink a pot, and in the Huaxia team, there were at least three or four people who were similar to Yuan Qingta.

Song Nan hugged his fists again, turned around and left, without any nostalgia, it was still the same sentence, the extracted bloodline is important, but his life is even more important. In the face of one Zhao Yueban, he was still sure, but in the face of two, he was strained.

What's more, there are four or five on the opposite side.

"Senior Brother Song, we will go to the Vhama Usnan branch tomorrow. Zhao Yueban said again.

Song Nan stopped, but did not turn his head, he nodded and said, "Sweep the couch and wait." ”

Zhao Yue said with a smile: "No need to sweep, no need to sweep, no sleep, we will go back after finishing our work." ”

"......" Song Nan was speechless and left quickly. He knew that Zhao Yueban, an old dog, loved to talk about flowers when he was young.

After a while, the figures of Song Nan and Deschamp Nanluo disappeared into the vast night.

Halfway up the snow-capped mountain, there were Hua Ji, Zhao Yueban and others left.

"Listen, you've got three bloodlines. Zhao Yueban looked at Hua Jidao.

Hua Ji's eyes narrowed: "Who are you listening to?"

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