"Wow! I want to see what you've done in the past 20 years. ”

Nangong Hong did not have the slightest timidity, opened his arms generously, and put on a posture of "you come to fight me".

"You kid, you've been in the palace for twenty years, what have you done?"

Do it?

No, no, no, it doesn't exist, and doing it is just the most tasteless way for the Pudao people, so he just continues to fight.

If you don't do it, it's because of friendship.,It's just a fight when you're young.,It's all this age and this cultivation.,Let go and start to do it.,It's the kind of world that falls apart.,

It's easy to hurt and get angry, but it's not interesting to fight if you don't let go.

There is a second reason, that is, it is not necessarily overplayed......

Nangong Hongxiu Wang Dao, that heroic and righteous Wang Dao punched him, he really didn't have the confidence to be stable, and he would not be hurt at all.

"Me?

I am great, for the sake of the common people in the world, I have stabilized the Eastern Continent for 20 years, and the people have been in good weather, and there is no disease, no disaster, and no war. ”

When Nangong Hong talked about this, he had a trace of smugness in his heart, and with a somewhat arrogant smile on his face, he boasted about his achievements.

"Oh, now this is the situation......

You told me that there was no illness or disaster?"

When the Pudao people heard this, their anger instantly surged, and they rolled up their sleeves and shouted, he had been away for twenty years, and he had just come back to find that the entire Eastern Continent was about to be destroyed!

Is this called a good weather?

"I really can't help it, that person's strength ......

Very high. ”

Nangong Hong sighed, he only later found out who caused this disaster.

This knowledge does not mean that you know the identity of the person, but that you have seen it.

Yes, only from afar.

Nangong Hong gave a very high evaluation of strength, as long as you think about this sentence a little, you can understand what Nangong Hong means.

Nangong Hong knew that he was the culprit, but he didn't make a move, and he gave a very high evaluation of his strength, so this one is very high, and it is definitely not ordinary.

At least, it's higher than Nangong Honggao.

But who is Nangong Hong? The male lord of the Eastern Continent!

Both in strength and in name, it is!

However, in the face of such a vicious person, he did not do anything......

"Is it tall, is it as tall as a man in the sky?"

The Pudao people did not continue to make sarcastic remarks, but changed their attitude and became dignified.

Of course he heard what Nangong Hong meant, although he hadn't seen that person, but this was very high, and he already understood what it meant.

"Unfortunately, it is countless times higher than the people in heaven. ”

A figure came from the seaside ferry, obviously far away, but in the ears of Pudao and Nangong Hong, the owner of this voice seemed to be around.

"Twenty years later, I thought you were dead, Starmachine. ”

Pudaoren's face turned solemn and distorted again, very ugly, and there was no excitement at all to see his old friend again.

Because he knew that the person in front of him could not lie to him, and what he said must be the truth.

"Almost. ”

The old man who came by ferry was the old man of the star machine, who had obviously died in the hands of the people behind the scenes, and he didn't know how to survive.

The old man stopped the boat swaying in the wind and waves at the bottom of the cliff, and jumped over the cliff a hundred feet high to come to the two of them.

"Twenty years, we are together again, but there is no personal ......

Alas......"

Nangong Hong didn't talk to the old man of Xingji, and with a wave of his hand, an antique tea table appeared in front of him, and then he conjured a pot of steaming boiling water, moved a chair by himself, and sat on it to make tea.

"Died under the thunderstorm, the whole corpse left behind is good, I don't know how you and I will die in the future. ”

The old man of the star machine looked very open, I don't know if he was really sad, or he endured his sorrow, and then conjured a stool for himself.

"you! I can't die, I'm going to get the truth!"

Pudaoren snorted twice and waved his hand again, as if to dispel bad luck, most of the words that came out of the old man's mouth would come true, and he had to stop his mouth before the old man was angry.

"How many times have you said this in more than 100 years?"

Although Nangong Hong's mouth was still raising the bar with the Pudao people, his hand did not stop, poured a cup of tea for each of them, and then raised his own teacup and gently sprinkled the tea on the ground.

The three of them did the same thing silently, and none of them said anything again.

As for going to the grave to see, or reciting a few words of nonsense, there are no memorial quotations.

Because there is no need, the things that the four people who grew up together think in their hearts are still very consistent in the small direction, that is, the general direction of cultivation, they have all gone their own ways.

"You met him?"

It was Nangong Hong who broke the silence, filling the teacups of the two people in front of him, and then cast an inquiring glance at the old man of the star machine.

Nangong Hong felt very important about the old man's opinion of that person, and he actually said just now that the strength of that person was higher than that of a person in the sky?

"That's ......"

The old man of the star machine omitted some of his secrets and abacus, and briefly explained to the two of them how he met that person.

"No face, no facial features?"

"How did you escape?

Pudao people and Nangong Hong each asked a question that was not related, and from this short question, it can also reflect their personalities a little.

"I doubt him...... It has something to do with that one, as for escaping......

I can deceive the way of heaven, let alone him. ”

There is also a hint of pride in the words of the old man of the star machine, as a meaning of weeding chicken.