When Hu Mingluo kept sighing, the person who was shouting from a distance finally arrived.

A green robe was squeezed indecently by a fat body, his hair was as messy as a chicken nest, and he always felt a little cringe when he looked at his pupils.

Hu Mingluo was angry when he saw the appearance of his own sect disciples, meow, what kind of crooked melons and cracked dates are these harvests? If he has been trapped in the barbarian continent, unless his ancestors burn high incense, I am afraid that he will never open the mountain gate again, and he can only be completely crushed into powder under the wheel of history.

"You... Who are we... Fang Demon?"

The sound that was still majestic in the distance just now was as small as a mosquito at this time, and even a little intermittent.

Maybe I was scared by the nearly 100 people in front of me?

Nangong Fan couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous, the image of the sect in his eyes was re-erected after the collapse, didn't it look no different from the door between the world?

Hu Mingluo easily noticed all kinds of strange eyes around him, took a deep breath, and asked slowly in what he thought was a soft voice, "Where is Pu Hanchi?"

"I don't have this person in Qianshan Pavilion. It seemed that feeling the kindness of Hu Mingluo, the person headed by him, the fat man was finally able to speak clearly, and shook his head again and again, making the Wufeng symbol on his chest keep swaying.

"Hmm?" Hu Mingluo was slightly stunned, could it be that his junior brother had also passed away?

Calculating the age, he is now more than 3,500 years old, and his junior brother is about 200 years younger than him, if he doesn't break through to the high level, but he has a lifespan of 3,005, how many people can live to the end of his life?

Compassion comes from the heart.

Fortunately, Hu Mingluo is also accustomed to seeing life and death, and the experience of more than 1,800 years of experience in the Barbarian Continent has also made some of his feelings a lot weaker, and he didn't cry directly, but he still said heavily, "I didn't expect that the Hanfeng Swordsman who was once famous in the Dust Dao Continent has also passed away?"

"Uh, Han Feng, isn't that our Master of the Thousand Mountains Pavilion?" The fat man's eyes shrank, a trace of fear flashed, and he slandered the head of the house outside, what kind of crime is this? But he really doesn't know the name of the head of the family!

Someone may have mentioned it, but for him who has eaten, slept and eaten, it is better to remember a person's name than to catch two wild beasts outside and fight tooth sacrifices.

"Amitabha, the ignorant are not guilty. The fat man babbled.

But no matter how much Qianshan Pavilion is not related to Buddhism, it is somewhat similar to Taoism, and I don't know if Amitabha Buddha will bless this heretic?

"Bullshit, what are you yelling about?" Hu Mingluo's eyes widened, this dead fat man said that he could understand the immeasurable Tianzun, what did he mean by talking about Amitabha Buddha?

"Hey, you're not an elder in my pavilion, what is Lao Tzu talking about about your?" may have criticized the head behind him, and the fat man began to let go of himself, pointing at Hu Mingluo's nose and scolding.

The punctuation marks were ejected in the air, and when Nangong Fan saw this scene, he couldn't help but secretly say that he was lucky, fortunately, there was still a distance of about thirty meters from this fat man, otherwise he would really have to take a bath under it. It's uncomfortable to think about.

"What if I am?" Hu Mingluo's eyes flashed with an extremely dangerous light.

The fat man's eyes were slit, his body took two steps back, and he continued to shout, "I think you are a king of the mountains not far away, and you still want to have something to do with a big sect like my Qianshan Pavilion?

"You're in the first formation protection, and it's really a bit of trouble. Hu Mingluopi laughed twice.

"Fat boy, remember the old man's name, Hu Mingluo, who was also called 'Nanluo Peak' by the Jianghu people before. ”

"I don't care if you're in the south or the north, tell you this old immortal guy, it's useless to play this trick in front of the fat man. "The fat man just took two steps back into the formation, which is called a high-spirited one.

Nangong Fan couldn't help but take a pitiful look at the fat man, and estimated that he would have to cry later.

"That little white face, what do you look at? I have never seen such a wise and martial fat man? Tell you, the fat man likes women, you just admire the fat man and don't have this chance, so you still accept this idea as soon as possible. ”

Nangong Fan touched his nose and moved his lips slightly, "You stupid fat man is jealous that I'm thin, white and handsome, right? If I grow to your size, I will go to Shenjiang without saying a word, what do you mean by living in the eyes of others like pigs?"

"Hehe, you just can't get the fat man, and you're angry. The fat man triumphantly twisted his buttocks, which were more than two laps bigger than Nangong Fan.

With Nangong Fan at the beginning, these barbarian cultivators and traversers all scolded, but compared to the first two people who had never experienced a scolding war in the Barbarian Continent, they were not so artistic in speaking, and they had to bring a handle to scold them smoothly.

For a while, under the quiet Qianshan Pavilion, it was a little noisier than the vegetable market.

Nangong Fan would never have thought that his rebuttal would make the group of guys behind him recognize him. He doesn't care about that, though.

Hu Mingluo moved under the eyes of everyone, he was extremely proficient in the mountain protection formation of the Thousand Mountains Pavilion, although he could not break the formation laid by the ancestor of the mountain, but he also knew most of its uses.

For example, where is it a place dedicated to worshiping the mountain gate, as long as you knock there with different strengths, you can transmit strange sounds to the hands of different people.

Generally speaking, the lower realm is passed to the nearest mountain guarding disciple, and the high-level ground realm and below are passed to the hands of the mountain guarding elders, and the head can be directly alarmed from above.

"Hehe, Lao Tzu is a disciple of the mountain guard, you will be disappointed if you are immortal. The fat man didn't realize that the person he was shouting at was a powerful man in the realm.

"Oh, is it?" Hu Mingluo flicked his fingers, and the golden spiritual power shot out, easily hitting a giant tree thirty meters away.

This big tree is one meter thick, and if it is really smashed into the ground by this golden spiritual power, I am afraid that it will be directly pierced.

The golden light is gone, but the tree is still the same.

"Huh, why didn't the token in my hand ring?" A palm-sized token appeared in the fat man's hand, and the picture on it was exquisite and lifelike, as if it was overlooking this thousand-mile mountain range from above. It's just that the tops of its five highest peaks have wisps of white clouds-like patterns circulating.

The fat man was excited, "You can't really be a realm powerhouse, right?"

"What do you say?" Hu Mingluo said lightly, but the fire in it can be sensed clearly by everyone.

The fat man immediately cried with a sad face, "Old immortal...... No, Grandpa, Dad, Grandpa, you are the realm, you said earlier, aren't you playing with me?"

The corners of Hu Mingluo's mouth rose, and he no longer paid attention to this cheap fat man, only his triumphant voice floated over, "What's wrong with ignoring you?"

"You see I've called you grandpa, and when the elders come down, you and I will serve you very well, but now that the mountain is closed, I don't have the ability to send you up the mountain, how about it?" said the fat man with a scowl on his face.

Since he was born, even if he was full, he soon became hungry, and his parents worked hard for two or three years, but they couldn't support the rabbit cub, so they found a safe place and people often passed by and left it.

He was picked up and brought into the mountain by the disciples of the Thousand Mountains Pavilion who roamed the rivers and lakes incognito, and finally lived a full life for hundreds of years, but as time passed, his appetite became bigger and bigger, and the mountain gate was appointed as a disciple of the mountain when he was three hundred years old.

The meaning is obvious, it is difficult for the sect to afford you, a big stomach king who has nothing to do, only give you one portion of food, and find a way to solve the rest by yourself. This can cause the mountains around the five peaks to suffer from the seedlings. In the past 500 years, it has continued to spread around.

The fat man was reluctant to look at the identity of the mountain disciple, and without the unique token, in the Qianshan Pavilion of the closed mountain, it was difficult to have any other way to get out of the scope of the formation except for going out to practice. It's impossible for him to go out to practice, then he will starve to death!

The fat man wept bitterly and looked miserable.

Hu Mingluo is angry, how can he be angry with a grandfather?

To shout to a 3,500-year-old strong man that he is immortal, I have to say that the courage of the fat man is commendable.

"Elder?" the corners of Hu Mingluo's mouth rose.

"Hey, it's a skill to have an elder come and receive you in person. Little fat man, I have never seen such a strong man as grandpa in my life, so I said that there is always a magpie calling today, and it turns out that grandpa came from afar......"

The fat man racked his brains to say words of praise, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a rolling sound wave from halfway up the mountain.

"I don't know which Taoist friend came to worship my Qianshan Pavilion Mountain Gate?" The voice was a little solemn, but it was just solemn.

With the formation personally laid out by the Heavenly Realm master, the five peaks of the Thousand Mountains Pavilion are equivalent to being detained with a turtle shell, unless there is a Heavenly Realm powerhouse attacking, it can definitely ensure that the Thousand Mountains Pavilion is safe and sound.

The fat man's eyes widened sharply, and he said, "This is ...... The voice of the boss?"

"My fat man angrily scolded a super powerhouse who is at least at the pinnacle realm?

This is really not a surprise, this is a special fright! I am scared to death fat man.

Hu Mingluo glanced at the fat man who had fainted on the ground, and completely ignored it, so excited that he couldn't help himself, this was the voice of his junior brother, and he hadn't heard it for more than 1,800 years.

Qianshan Pavilion, like most sects, each generation of heads must be the most talented person in the contemporary era, but he is not the one in charge. Those with high talent will naturally become stronger and stronger over time, and they can't be easily entangled in sect trivialities, just be a guardian saint.

In this way, there is the saying that the twin heads are in charge.

Hu Mingluo and Pu Hanchi are the two most talented people in the generation of Qianshan Pavilion, but Hu Mingluo is better and can be regarded as the head of the internal decision. Under the teaching of the previous head, although they are not biological brothers, they are closer than biological brothers.

Familiar feelings instantly filled my heart.

"Senior brother!" the rolling sound swept through the sky.

A figure emerged from the foot of the mountain.

Hu Mingluo couldn't help but burst into tears.

The junior brother is also old, and his temperament is much more mature than before, which is a kind of responsibility that only a real man can have, and it seems that he can hold up the sky by himself.