Chapter 1784： Dragon Bone Phoenix Blood Pill (1/2)
”Emperor Xuan Ding, that strong man, don't you know?”
Nan Yan Longjun smiled lightly.
”I don't know the emperor.”
Emperor Xuan Ding nodded faintly.
”In this case, there is nothing to say.”
Nan Yan Longjun smiled.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.
In the audience, the seventh princess looked at Su Han faintly, and the hatred in her eyes did not hide.
”Princess Seven, otherwise the old slave will find a chance in the future...”
Mother Xu whispered.
”Go back and talk about it.”
Princess Seven glanced at her.
”Yes!”
Mother Xu nodded immediately, thinking of the presence of many Holy Masters here, the sound transmission might not be safe, so she shut up immediately.
”Wuxin Daoist, Lao Longjun is for you this time, but he almost took his own life.
I think you have a lot of fate for the old and the young, so it's better to recognize your relatives. ”
Sword God Yinhuang smiled lightly.
Acknowledge?
The eyes of Long Yongkang and Long Sanye suddenly brightened.
However, many people had their eyes more solemn, including Xuanyuanpo.
If Su Han really had a deeper relationship with Nangan Longjun Mansion, the sequelae left over from the road to seizing luck would be useless for Kunlun.
Those great saints who were thinking about joining forces to crush Kunlun afterwards, were afraid that they would be dispelled by this.
Unless their fists are bigger than Nangan Longjun, how many such saints are there?
Moreover, the attitude of the sword **** Yinhuang today seems to be towards Kunlun...
”Liu Qingyang of the ancient hidden gate died in Su Han's hands, but the hidden emperor of the sword **** is not at all angry...”
Many people murmured in their hearts.
Nangan Longjun's eyes lit up, he looked up and down Su Han, and then laughed:
”Wonderless Daoist, I am older than you, I wonder if it is fortunate to accept you as a son?”
”Foster father is here, please be worshipped by the child Su Han.”
Su Han almost didn't hesitate, and bowed his fists.
Long Yongkang, Long Sanye and others suddenly laughed.
After today, Su Han will be their younger brother.
”Kunlun can't move...”
Many people sighed secretly.
”It turns out that Su Han, the unintentional Taoist leader, was born...”
Until this time, many people realized that they didn't know Su Han's destiny at all, and they learned about it today.
”Good, good.”
Nangan Longjun laughed and nodded, the joy in his eyes was undisguised.
The next moment, he took out a porcelain bottle and handed it to Su Han.
”There is a'turbo pill' inside. When you condense the gas turbine, swallowing it can increase the success rate.”
Nan Yan Longjun smiled.
”This is a good thing.”
”Old Longjun is bleeding heavily this time.”
”Turbo Pill, it is in the hands of Emperor Ziji Pill, there are not a few, right?”
The strong on the true dragon list laughed.
There are so many prospective saints present today. When they heard the Turbine Danhou, their eyes were green, like a wolf, staring at the porcelain bottle in Su Han's hand, almost leaving saliva.
To promote the Twelve Tribulations Golden Body, you need bone meal, and to promote the Saint, you need Turbo Pill.
In fact, it's okay if you don't need it, but the turbo pill can increase the success rate, enough to make all the quasi-sages all they have to buy one.
It’s just that the spirit material for refining the turbo pill is extremely rare. It is the turbo pill refined by the Emperor Ziji Pill in the ordinary days. It can only be used by the people under his sect. Occasionally, those who are rich are basically digested by the strong in the same circle. .
It is difficult for ordinary quasi-sages to buy turbo pill, unless it is purchased at a premium, but a turbo pill at a normal price will have to sell millions of best spirit coins, the premium is at least twice, and it also needs 2 million best spirit coins.
This money is not something that the quasi-sage can take out, or the holy one, sometimes it may not be able to come up with this money.
”Thank you righteous father.”
Su Han put away the porcelain vase, and gave Longjun a fist to the south.
”You don't have to be polite, the value of this foster father is far more than that.”
Nan Yan Longjun smiled.
”When I was promoted to the saint, there was no turbo pill.”
Behind Nan Jian Long Jun, Long Yongkang said quietly.
Nangan Longjun ignored him, and smiled directly: ”Let's go on with the test, what's next?”
Yes, there is a competition.