C817 (1/2)
On the huge dragon boat, the matchless son was standing at the bow of the boat with octopus babei. He looked at the young master of the dragon god palace standing beside him with a puzzled look. He seemed to be very familiar with his feelings, but Hong Ling was absolutely sure that he did not know him.
”The son of Cang Ming and Xiang Shen, the master of dragon god palace. Cang Lian, the last younger generation, has seen the elder!”
Cang Lian, the young master of the dragon god palace, did not dare to put on airs for the elder in white. The strong man who could retreat under the sword of the dragon was at least as powerful as the king of God. However, such existence was at the same level as his father Cang Ming, and he did not dare to neglect it.
”Cangming and Xiang God!”
Hong Ling looked at the young monk in front of her in disbelief. He was only in his twenties, but his strength was rare in the world. He was the top Tianjiao that his son had seen in recent years, and most of them were inferior to him.
”The cangming and Xiang gods in your mouth broke into the divine world from the great xuanhuang world?”
Although it was confirmed that this man was the son of his old friend, Hong Ling could not help asking whether he was the son of two old friends who had helped him as he imagined.
”Have you ever heard of the origin of my father and mother? Are you old with them?”
Although Cang Lian thought this was incredible, she was glad to see the sincerity in Hong Ling's eyes. If this one really had something with his parents, it would be much easier to do.
”My name is Hongling. I used to be the matchless son of the great Chu in the xuanhuang world. I was also the emperor of the last generation of the great Chu people. I wonder if your father mentioned it to you?”
For this young monk who looks like Xiang God and Cang Ming, Hong Ling has a trace of inexplicable favor, but I don't know whether he has heard of his name.
”The matchless son, master Hongling, is it really you?”
It seems that he was shocked by Hongling's registration number. Cang Lian's eyes widened. He looked at the white monk in front of him in disbelief. He still looked very young, at least not much bigger than himself, but his combat power was incomparably terrible.
”Are you the one who saved my mother in the dead sea? My father often mentioned uncle Hongling, saying that you are a benefactor of our family, and that you are his best brother and friend in his life!”
”Well, yes, I am indeed!”
The matchless son nodded, then took out a small dragon scale and handed it to canglian, which made the man's face coagulate.
”This is the dragon scale on my father's body. You are indeed master Hongling!”
If he had doubts about Hongling before, with the appearance of the golden dragon scale, Cang Lian finally believed that the monk in white was his royal highness, the matchless son who had saved his parents.
”By the way, I'm going to Xishan demon capital this time. I heard that you are on the same way with me. I don't know if I can brazenly take your dragon boat to go there?”
With a smile on his face, Hong Ling gently asked the young dragon god palace young master, which made the man stunned and nodded with the chicken pecking rice.
”If Uncle Hongling doesn't dislike my poor and dilapidated dragon boat, I can't wait for it!”
Hearing that Hong Ling was going to travel with himself and others, canglian and the three elders were overjoyed. With this master who was unpredictable in strength, he could not be afraid of the people from the Mojiao palace.
”In that case, I can't sit in your dragon boat for nothing
She gently raised her hand to canglian's eyebrows. Before the man came back to God, Hong Ling had already penetrated her own divine light into his body, smashing the strange light which constantly destroyed his body, making the young master of the dragon god palace tremble and spit out a mouthful of dead blood with a puff.
”Little Lord!”
When the three elders of the dragon god palace saw their little master spit blood, their faces turned white instantly. The two palace Masters had only one son. If they were killed by this man, their sins would be great.
Boom! A powerful force of Nirvana suddenly gushed from the three elders, and then ran towards Hongling. It seemed that he was going to fight against the strong man in white.
”Three elders, stop it. I'm ok. The elder is dissolving my injury. I've recovered.”
Seeing that the three elders were about to make a move, Cang Lian was in a hurry to mobilize his own strength, which made his body tremble, and then burst out an unspeakable horror.