"Welcome, Meng Xiang. ”

The entire city was empty until the top building.

Meng Xiang originally thought, is the demon king embryo researched by the demon clan just like this?

But he didn't want to be in front of the Kunpeng Tower, but a man appeared in front of Meng Xiang and the three of them, and his polite greetings showed the man's quality.

He was dressed in a purple coat, his waist was tied with a glazed dragon belt, his crown was pure gold, his phoenix was black, his eyebrows were neat, and even his long hair was meticulously combed.

Standing upright, his head was slightly raised, elegant but not losing the style of a king, although it was a salute, but there was no trace of humility, the corners of his mouth were lonely, but there was a wind of arrogance against the sky.

"No, I should call you... Immeasurable Immortal Emperor, right?" this person bowed slightly, but his aura was strong.

The greeting gesture is quite contrived: the left foot rests on the right foot, the left hand is on the back, the right hand covers the belly, and the bow is 90 degrees...

It's so done!

However, this aura...

As soon as Meng Xiang saw this person, he knew his identity.

Not because of his handsome face that makes a man want to punch the bridge of his nose and fly out of the back of his head, but because...

Forget it, I'm not making excuses, I just see how handsome he looks, so I want to beat him, how about it?

Totem clan, the totem king of the Eastern god system: Kunpeng!

This aura reminded Meng Xiang of an ancient afterword...

Heifer learns to do handstand - awesome!

Such a handsome appearance, as well as that overwhelming presence, made Kronos blush when he saw it.

Lu Bu twitched at the corners of his face, looked at Kronos for a while, looked at Kunpeng for a while, endured it for a while, and finally couldn't help it and came to Meng Xiang's ear.

"Meng Xiang, it doesn't matter if he didn't show up at the funeral last time, this time we met alone... EMMM, WHAT DO YOU SAY, I WANT TO BEAT HIM, CAN I BEAT HIM, CAN I BEAT HIM?"

Hey, you stop a little, have you noticed that your personality is about to collapse, and your black blood pool's character that will blow up the sky is gone!

Thinking about it, Meng Xiang gave him a blank look, and his eyes were always on the Kunpeng who greeted him in front of him.

"Okay, you can beat it. ”

"Okay, I'm on. ”

"You've healed fifty percent of your injuries, but your strength hasn't even recovered one percent, don't blame me for not telling you, Kunpeng can even eat dragons, I won't help you collect the body... Although he doesn't have to collect the body, if he doesn't have constipation, you go up now, and tomorrow it will become a poop. ”

The deer did not tremble violently.

Looking at Kronos's appearance attracted by Kunpeng's handsome appearance, he was really unwilling, but thinking that he couldn't beat him now, he had to retreat stupidly.

Kunpeng is indeed very strong, in this ninefold continent, the strongest race is the Heroic Spirit Race, but if there is the strongest individual, it is none other than Kunpeng.

Under him, the second is the Dragon King of the Dragon God Clan, the Golden Nine-Headed Dragon, and the President of the Thirty-two Councils of the Tianyi Clan, the Glass Tianyi Snow Peerless.

However, the psychological shadow of the second dragon god clan being beaten by the Heroic Spirit Clan is as big as a three-room and one living room, so the clan is sealed.

Except for exchange students, they are not allowed to communicate with any race, and they are not allowed to meddle in any continental affairs, so the Dragon God Clan does not mention it.

As for Xue Wushuang, it is said that she is one of the few people who survived the Ancient War, but she never said anything about the war.

Although the memory of Meng Xiwang has been obtained in the ancient war, but because of the black blood in his body, Meng Xiang can only read the first half, and although the leader of the Heroic Spirit, Xiao Xu, said it in general terms, but after all, it is not read, and Meng Xiang actually does not know very much.

In contrast, Kunpeng, like Xue Wushuang, was also one of the survivors of the Ancient War, and if he had the chance, Meng Xiang still hoped to get some stories about the second half of the Ancient War from his mouth.

But for now, there is more important business to be done.

"How did you recognize me? Anyway, I didn't tell you who I am, did I?"

Meng Xiang asked curiously.

Indeed, on the day of the funeral, Meng Xiang remembered that he was dressed in fantasy, and no one knew Meng Xiang's true appearance.

Kunpeng frivolously hooked the corners of his mouth and said: "Even if you can use some kind of magic weapon to cover up your true face, but your breath can't cover it, my nose is very smart, as for your identity as the Immeasurable Immortal Emperor..."

As he spoke, he shook his hands, and stroked his sideburns with his palms as if Aaron Kwok was holding a concert.

Smell it? You're a dog?

The corners of Meng Xiang's eyebrows jumped.

Then he said: "The matter of the elf clan is so big, and now the elf clan doesn't even pay the annual spiritual vein, as the totem king, the news is not as closed as you imagined." ”

"Yes. ”

Thinking about it, if I fight with the demon incarnation, I'm afraid that now the entire Nine Continents knows my identity.

"I'm here for..."

"Standing at the gate and talking about business is a little uninteresting, the Immortal Emperor will let me do my best to be a landlord, how about it, why don't you go to the old body and the cold house?"

Kunpeng raised his head forty-five degrees, put one hand on his forehead, and squinted at Meng Xiang.

Old... Old body?

If I'm not mistaken, this seems to be the old woman's self-title, right?

Looking at the personable Kunpeng, Meng Xiang somehow had an impulse.

Ah, why? Why do I want to beat him so much? Is it really because of male jealousy? After all, how good is your mom and dad that made you so handsome? Paralyzing you so handsome and not letting other men live?

Anyway, why do you have to pose every time you say a word? Do you have a second stage of cancer that has spread throughout your body?

"Uh... Oh well. ”

Although this person was angry when he spoke, but in the current situation, he was indeed the best partner, Meng Xiang still resisted the urge to punch him into the atmosphere, took Lu Buwei and Kronos, mentioned Gombou, and followed him.

Anyway, why does he walk with a model's step? Why does he still walk with a female model's catwalk?

Following Kunpeng, Meng Xiang saw his buttocks twisting when he walked, and he really felt a hot pain in his eyes.

Ah, what, he can't be a member of the Witch Cult, right? The Witch Cult doesn't think I'm too strong to deal with me, so they sent this guy out and prepared to use a psychic attack to harm me, right?

If the Witchcraft really has this wisdom, I will surrender to the Witchcraft tomorrow, and I will lose, please take my fart... Uh, no, heads!

This Kunpeng Pagoda is also terrifyingly high, the whole building looks extremely luxurious on the outside, but inside it is an empty shell, from the bottom to the top, a thousand meters high, and there are 900 meters of spiral stairs against the wall.

Following Kunpeng, I walked for half an hour before finally reaching the top of the tower, which made mortals climb this ladder, and I am afraid that the lungs that are not tired will have to jump out of their throats......

Why do you have to climb the stairs?

We can all fly, a thousand meters and not much high, why climb the stairs for half an hour!

Ah, how can I say it, for half an hour, Kunpeng was in front of his eyes, and his twisted butt when he climbed the stairs shook in front of Meng Xiang's eyes for half an hour.

When he arrived in the lobby, Meng Xiang closed his eyes, and his purple ass was shaking all over his head...

If you want to change the temper of my immortal world, I'm afraid that I haven't stabbed the Nine Calamities of Futu through his big ass by now!

"When you arrive, please feel free to sit down. ”

Entering the lobby, Kunpeng put his left foot on his right foot, opened his arms with a brush, and showed Meng Xiang his reception hall.

This hall is quite luxurious, with top-quality Mithril walls throughout.

The sofa is actually dragon skin, the table is 10,000-year-old golden silk ebony, and the corner fairy glass freezer is a variety of fine wines, not to mention tens of thousands of years of the best.

Looking at the extremely luxurious suite, Meng Xiang was stunned.

Looking at Kunpeng's proud appearance with his eyes closed, and taking a closer look at his clothes, it seems that they are also expensive, Meng Xiang finally understood...

What the fuck is this flaunting of my wealth?

XQS m?

Since you know that I am the Infinite Immortal Emperor, and you still show off your wealth to me? You don't inquire, Lao Tzu can buy you a city by throwing it out in the storage space, and you show off your wealth to me?

So I ask again: X you Q mom S's rice?!

For the first time in his life, Meng Xiang felt that his IQ had been insulted.

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