Chapter 362 (1/2)
There was a moment of silence. Then, the whole Beige peak defense line and the visible places fell into a jubilation. The agitation originally caused by the emergence of the Golden Dragon sacrifice soul disappeared without a trace.
On the fortress b398, the friars of the Fuyu sect who had been looking forward to it had also cheered.
”The boss is the boss! How fucking powerful!”
Brother Jing jumped up and threw the animal bones in his hands far away towards the barbarian camp. He turned and hugged Zeng Qiu in his arms. Poor Zeng Qiu's small body was almost out of breath by his generous chest. He could only wave his hands in vain, and there was a strange sound in his throat.
”Where's Xi Fu? Niu Niu can't see!” the little guy leaned against them, squinted his big eyes and looked hard, and his pink face was full of unhappiness.
After all, she has just completed the foundation period. Her eyesight is not as good as those around her. The shadow of the bronze giant tripod can still be seen, but Xiang Yang's figure is beyond her reach.
Brother Jing giggled and threw Zeng Qiu aside. He bowed his head, picked up the little guy and carried him on his shoulder. He stretched out his hand and pointed: ”here is your master! Do you see that big bug? Kacha...”
He gestured a clean cut gesture: ”it was your master who took care of it...”
Niuniu twisted her delicate body, stretched her little head forward, patted her little hand and giggled: ”Xifu is the most powerful, big bug... CLICK! Another big bug, or click...”
There was also a fortress defense line between Fort b398 and A-3. Jia Bo looked at the distance with a gray face and his heart beat like a drum.
Is this still human? What kind of enemy did he provoke that day? Fortunately, in the face of the two real ancestors, the guy didn't care about himself anymore
On another fortress, a group of monks of the empty mulberry gate also stared at it. Even if they could not see who was in the virtual shadow of the bronze giant tripod, the story of Xiang Yang's breaking into the barbarian camp alone had been spread. Even fools knew the identity of the man.
A few months ago, they even wanted to forcibly seize the residence of Fuyu sect. It was like grabbing food under the tiger's mouth and pulling out whiskers under the dragon's jaw
In fact, where can Xiang Yang remember them?
He and these friars are not rivals at the same level at all. For example, a man walking in the wasteland is suddenly bitten by a mosquito. If he doesn't shoot him dead on the spot, he won't die. He has to find the mosquito to vent his anger.
That doesn't make any sense.
At this time, he turned a deaf ear to the movement caused by the separation of heaven and earth tripod, and was completely immersed in that trace of perception.
......
”Eh...”
In the Abbot's immortal mountain, a voice full of surprise came from the body of the heaven and earth tripod.
”Old man, our young master is really a strange man. This is the middle way rule. Nine robbers may not understand it. He is just a little monk at the end of the pill, but it seems that he suddenly realized something...”
”Without such luck and talent, how can he be recognized by the old master? Although he has not been completely inherited, what can be wrong if even the old man identified him?”