Chapter 1267 (1/2)

The middle-aged man exits, the whole young man suddenly stagnates in the place.

”Cut, cut the great?” The young people were a little bit unbelievable, and their bodies began to tremble.

In his view, the great is the invincible existence of the world, everything in the world must be shivering under the emperor.

But, ten thousand years ago, had the great emperor been cut?

When the young people were stunned, the crowd around them became excited and began to talk to me.

”What about killing a great emperor? After the Lord of the devil called the emperor, the nine Xuantian magic palace was born in the sky, making our Qingdu the first cultivation Holy Land in xuanxiao mainland, and countless evil spirits burst their heads and wanted to move into the capital city! ”

”Then, the emperor only used thousands of years to break through a better realm than the great, and the ancient emperors had to be courted to the magic palace!” Someone stood up at the table and was very excited. ”My father was a sweeper of the magic palace. I was sweeping the floor at the gate of the magic palace. I saw a saint kowtow threethousand hundred times at the gate. Finally, he also respected my ancestors very much!”

The man said that, immediately let the second floor of the restaurant fire very, everyone became more excited.

Zhang Ziling, the emperor of the devil, is the highest glory of their capital city.

At the beginning, in the city of Qingdu, whether it is a civilian or a monk, as long as they live in the capital city, their status is extremely respected. The saints outside should please them so as to be able to stay in the city when the emperor Mo preaches.

It was a wonderful time!

The boy was stunned, and he didn't expect the magic palace to be so beautiful!

He is also ready to worship the first sect of the gate Qingdu sword sect in Qingdu city tomorrow. Now it seems The magic palace seems to be a better choice!

That is the great power of inheritance!

”I'm going to worship the magic palace!” The boy cried excitedly, and his face was red.

”How beautiful the magic palace is, it is only thousands of years ago, now it is not the era of the magic palace!” At this time, a sharp voice sounded, and the public heard the prestige, only to see a few talented men in the uniforms of Qingdu sword school sitting on a table, with a joke in their eyes, ”as for the devil, he has long died.”

Hearing a few talented words, Zhang Ziling still has no reaction, drinking alone.

”Bold! How dare you insult the devil? ” Before the mention of the magic emperor of the middle-aged men saw that the few talented men speak bad, immediately a clap of table stood up, roaring at them.

”How can the devil be insulted by the small sky like this

Zheng - the sword is scabbard, and the sword next to a talented man turns into a light flying towards the middle-aged man, and stops at the throat of the middle-aged man.

The sharp sword pointed against the throat of the middle-aged man, and the young man was frightened to pale.

The whole restaurant suddenly became silent, and everyone dared not speak again.

The middle-aged man looked at the sword against his throat, swallowed a little saliva, and his forehead was sweating.

Gather the strong!

And also gather Qi more than five strong!

Immediately, all the diners dare not speak again, afraid to provoke the disciples of the Qingdu sword school.

Gathering Qi is the fifth most important. In Qingdu sword school, it is also an internal disciple. With the secret skill of sword control of Qingdu sword school, a disciple with the above five levels of Qi can easily kill the mortal army of hundreds of people.

Most of the people who drink in this restaurant are ordinary people or innate martial arts. Facing the strong people in gathering Qi, they dare not indulge at all.

Although they do not agree with the disciples of Qingdu sword sect, they can hinder their strength, and all people dare not refute.

”The devil emperor has already died, otherwise 3000 years ago, when the magic palace and the major forces fought, how did he not come back?” The disciple of Qingdu sword sect who left the sword took back his flying sword. The middle-aged man fell on his seat and sweated.