Chapter 1000 (1/2)

Zhongbo often heard his master talk about the past and said that Dongfang Zhaoyang was his lifelong confidant.

Although it was 120 years old, it was quite different.

Zheng Haisheng felt a hundred years younger when he was with him.

Even in the most difficult time of Dongfang Zhaoyang, the host did not forget the friendship when he was young.

He went to Damo alone to help Dongfang Zhaoyang tide over several difficulties.

Dongfang Zhaoyang always remembers this kindness.

Just a month ago, the host received a letter.

The letter only said two words, brother, I'm back.

In the future, no matter what you encounter, come to me, even if the sky falls down, I can support you.

Why do you dare to say so?

Master Zheng said with a smile, because there was a god of killing standing behind Zhaoyang.

This God of killing is Zhang Xing!

When the old man gave the bronze medal to him before he died and asked him to find Dongfang Zhaoyang, he knew that Dongfang Zhaoyang would definitely invite Zhang Xing out of the mountain.

And Zhang Xing will certainly agree.

Because, Zhang Xing and Dongfang Zhaoyang, just like the master and Dongfang Zhaoyang, are friends.

But Dongfang Zhaoyang, the generation of Tianjiao, did not grow up.

And Zhang Xing's growth has been overwhelming, soaring, no one can suppress.

When he was ten years old, he could reach the state of three-star reverence, and he was also a fellow practitioner of magic and martial arts.

Killing a warrior below three stars is like killing an ant; killing a warrior above three stars is like killing a chicken and killing a sheep.

In addition, he also has four eight levels of ancient blood dragon, six seven level dragon.

In the middle Empire, who can suppress him?

In the middle of Zhongbo's trance, two national masters strolled over from behind.

They saw a young man meddling in the distance, but did not stop it. 315 Chinese website