"Forty-seven, that's really big. ”

The boy laughed, restrained his expression and said seriously: "This seat is two thousand four hundred and forty-seven years old this year, which is older than you. ”

The originally proud little girl was suddenly dumbfounded, and counted with his fingers, no matter how he calculated, he couldn't say that the little girl was wronged.

The little girl has to look like a little girl, she can't compare with her age, she simply slams her face, and she screws and says: "I don't respect the old man, I don't know how to be ashamed!"

This stabbed a hornet's nest.

"Bold!"

"Presumptuous!"

The people on the other side of the river shouted one after another, and there were also two rebukes here, and even Shisanlang was among them.

"No nonsense. ”

"Don't be rude. ”

Others don't care, hearing that his father is like this, Xiao Bu lit the cigarette ring red, and looked at his father with wet eyes, as if to remind him: Xiao Bu is right, those old things are uneasy and kind.

Canglang Star turns God into the ultimate, even if some people grope to break through the margin, they have never really broken through the realm; because of this, the monk's longevity is basically fixed, and it is rare to break through two thousand. The boy was 2,447 years old, and it is very likely that he was the oldest of the monks in existence, except for the indication that his cultivation was Cheng dù.

The dean has never been a boy dean, and his age is nearly 2,500 years old, and if he has been in the Taoist Academy, it will be counted as 500 years for each dean

The patriarch of the Five Dynasties, the real morality!

To live long is to be strong, and to live long is to be strong. For example, the old dean is less than 2,000 when he is full, if he can live as long as the boy, how can there be today's disputes in the Taoist Academy? In other words, the common sense of the god monk can't live so long, but the boy can be like this. I'm afraid that it is not only the cultivation that is profound, but also some special reasons.

Even if you don't take into account any of the above. The "longest man on the planet" alone deserves everyone's respect.

Thirteen Lang's expression was rare and stern. said: "Apologize to the seniors. ”

Xiao Budian was gone, with tears in his eyes, and turned around to kowtow aggrieved.

"No need. Children, children are unscrupulous, and what they want is a spiritual head. ”

On the contrary, the boy changed his big belly, and said with a grin: "My old man has not been so happy for a long time, and if he makes trouble with children, he may be able to live for two more years." ”

As he spoke, a soft force came from the air. Gently supporting Xiao Budian's body and not making him bow down, others, including Thirteen Lang, who was close to Xiao Budian, didn't feel anything.

Xiao Budian felt that power, or kindness, but did not appreciate it, and bent tenaciously.

"Daddy Says"

The black light spread, and the words below were pressed back, and the little face gradually turned red, and a pair of small hands no longer pressed their knees. Instead, the ten fingers of the palms flew quickly, popping out the black silk.

The apology turned into a fighting method, and the boy was a little surprised on his face, and he raised his hand with interest and flicked it gently.

"Huh. Look at your father's strength, or the old man is more majestic. ”

It must be admitted that in the eyes of those around you. Such a scene is full of joy, even though I know that there will be disrespect. Everyone still couldn't help but smile. Because no matter how you look at it, this kind of competition looks childish. Of course, in terms of small points.

Everyone here knows that she is a demon beast, but turning into a human must follow the rules of people, and the forty-seven-year-old doll and the two-thousand-year-old man are not childish.

Thirteen Lang didn't smile, his eyes were firmly welded on Xiao Budian, ready to respond.

The elders are humble and take the opportunity to test the cultivation of the juniors, this kind of thing is very common in the cultivation world. However, there is a stubborn side in the little one, the apology may not be sincere enough, the competition must go all out, the boy in front of him may not have done it for hundreds of years, in case the excitement can't be controlled, the consequences are unimaginable.

The breeze was gentle, but extremely tough, and the black silk was vertical and horizontal in the air, like whips whipped on iron and stone, bringing a little spark. The boy obviously did it intentionally, and his hand, which was about the same size as Xiao Budian, slowly lifted up, gradually strengthened it, and gradually tested the opponent's bottom limit.

Maybe you can't call it an opponent.

The supernatural power has a mutual restraint, and the boy uses the breeze to fight against the art of space, and if he loses the time. Although the distance between the two sides of the strait is not too far, there are hundreds of meters away, the Chuangong Cliff is slightly higher than the terrain where the Thirteen Lang is located, the boy is high but has to be held up, and it is difficult to cast spells such as losing the geographical advantage. In addition, the boy casts spells casually and does not fight, and the little one is ruthless to earn back face, waiting for the occupancy of people.

The time and place are favorable, and the small body still can't stop the decline, and is held up inch by inch. Those who saw it knew in their hearts that if it was a life-and-death fight, the battle would have already come to an end.

That's the gap. There is no supernatural power, and there is no mystery of the rules, that is, the power is great! The boy does not need magical means, and he can make people powerless if he is suppressed by pure cultivation, and he has to obey if he is not satisfied.

Holding each other for a moment, Xiao Budian began to tremble, his feet off the ground, his body like a tight bow to the limit, only in reverse. Behind it, the ripples of the space path flickered, like the ripples of essence fluttering, and He Wenliu, who was following from afar, suddenly changed color, and he didn't have time to sit cross-legged and try his best to resist.

The aftermath is like this, the pressure on Xiao Budian can be imagined, his hands are swinging faster and faster, and the surroundings are gradually clicking and exploding, and he has already moved the power of air flashing. The difference is that she used to do this to hide or escape, but now she did the opposite, just to keep herself where she was.

"That's good. ”

The boy's face became more and more interested, and while praising him, he bent his thumb and two fingers, and gently twisted it on his index and middle fingers, making two crisp sounds.

"Roar!"

The reflection of the mountain hangs behind him, the little pink face bursts into scales, the child's voice is not there, and the roar is like the cry of a lion and an ape.

An alarm flashed in Shisanlang's heart, and he hurriedly bowed.

"Senior, please be merciful. ”

"It's so big"

Looking at the huge conch behind Xiao Budian, the boy still had that smiling face, and said, "Little girl, admit defeat or not?"

“”

Xiao Budian's face was full of sweat, the sharp bridge of his nose was about to be connected with the center of his eyebrows, and his ten pink fingers were like flying needles, how could he be willing to admit defeat.

The boy pouted at Thirteen Lang and said casually: "Look, this can't be blamed!"

In his sight, Thirteen Lang changed to hold Gu Xi's corpse with one hand. He freed up a hand and pressed it on the top of Xiao Bu's head, and the red light and black gas filled at the same time. Drink lightly in your mouth.

"Definitely!"

Drink and sound, but the sound comes from the mouth of the child. I couldn't hear the coldness, only crispness and a little anger, and at the same time, the Yelian Su finger next to her was lightly picked, like a wisp of divine light popping out of her clothes, and she drank it lightly in her mouth.

"Sansheng Zhuyou!"

Looking at the front of him again, Xiao Budian's palms suddenly changed color, the black and white qi turned up heavy waves, and the black silk jumped in the middle like a dragon haunted and the sea of ink, and no matter how thick the ink color was, it couldn't be covered. corresponding. The wind wall as tough as a cotton wall suddenly changed its taste, like a running tiger suddenly breaking its feet, the roaring dragon was pulled out of its bones, the centuries-old trees passed by, and the desert frost was covered with a layer of charcoal.

It's soft, it's transparent, it's melting, and it's wet, and the whirlpool rises in the wall of wind, which looks violent but doesn't have a heaviness. Cracks appeared in an instant. Three black silk waves came out, rushed out of the clouds and mist and rushed into the whirlpool, and slashed back and forth.

After eight knives, the continuous momentum shuttled down. The dust from the rubble flew and there was no smoke, and a gap nearly 100 meters deep appeared in the stone wall. The little one's body stumbled and almost fell, and finally knocked it to the ground.

Daddy said. Children should be polite, and the elderly should be reasonable. ”

Wipe the blood from your lips. The little girl kowtowed a little wolf and stood up. With one hand on his waist and the other on his fingers, his expression was full of fierceness.

"Little old man, you are so unreasonable, does the family know?"

The audience was silent

"Hah!"

I can't tell if it's happy or funny, the magic power was broken and was reversed, but the old boy was very happy, smiling like an immature child, pointing at Thirteen Lang's nose and praising it.

"To be able to teach monsters to be so human, the little guy really has a set"

Unable to find a suitable word, the boy was a little worried, and his little face was seriously thoughtful, looking indescribably weird. Next to him, Daozun spoke at the right time, and said with a smile: "Tong Lao doesn't know, Mr. Thirteen regards him as a woman, and his family affection is sincere, and it is not false at all." ”

"Tong Lao?" Hearing this title, and looking at the figure of the boy, Thirteen Lang unconsciously turned his gaze to the night lotus.

Yelian's expression was a little complicated, and she explained quietly: "This old man is in the same vein as the family teacher's cultivation, and the generation seems to be longer, I have heard of this person, but I don't know that he is still there."

"I didn't think this seat was still alive, was it?" the boy over there had a thief in his ears, and immediately asked.

I don't know if I know the temperament of the boy, but the flower of eternity is calm, and he bends down and says respectfully: "Your majesty, Grandma Tong, Yelian has seen her predecessors. ”

The boy waved his hand casually and said, "You can see it, how is the teacher?"

Yelian replied in detail: "Soon after the opening of the outer realm, the family teacher has been practicing behind closed doors, and I heard that he was only released a few years ago, and the younger generation has not returned for more than ten years, so it is difficult to know the details of how the family teacher is now. ”

The boy sighed softly and said, "That's not good. ”

Yelian's face changed slightly, and she asked anxiously, "How does the senior know?"

"The method of rebirth and reincarnation, you didn't get out of the level so quickly, it's just that, since you practice this technique, you will naturally understand it in the future. ”

The boy looked a little lonely, thought about it, and said: "In the coming year, it is not appropriate to drive you away at this time, and when the big competition is over, you should go back quickly, otherwise, I am afraid that I will not be able to see the last side." ”

Yelian's expression changed greatly, and she wanted to ask, but the boy had changed his expression, and his slightly playful gaze turned to Thirteen Lang again.

"That's right, little guy, I actually hurt this seat. ”

When this sentence was said, the people around him were taken aback, because everyone saw that although Xiao Budian broke the boy with a flick, it was achieved with the joint efforts of three people and multiple advantages. Everyone here has a unique vision, and they don't treat Yelian and Shisanlang as ordinary monks, plus that unfathomable little girl, it's not outrageous to be able to do this.

It's normal to break it, but it's another thing to get hurt entirely. Besides, everyone was around, and no one could see through what Thirteen Lang had done, and how he fought back in the air, causing the boy to be injured. Besides, everyone knows that Thirteen Lang is in a situation at this time, and he doesn't have any mana at all.

The best thing is that Thirteen Lang actually looked calm, although he was also humble and respectful, his expression could not see much surprise, it seemed that in his opinion, it was a matter of course for him to fight back and hurt the boy, and it had been expected.

In confusion, everyone looked at Thirteen Lang's gaze changed again, especially the two elders around the boy, who originally had a little contempt, but now they have become dignified and cautious.

"It's been a long time since I've met a kid as wonderful as you, well, I've never even heard of it. Unfortunately, even that wasn't enough, far from enough. ”

In silence, the boy spoke again, his voice tinged with sarcasm for the first time.

"Supporting the coffin Mingzhi, how can it be so boring. ”

(To be continued......)