After A Xuan Yujian went to Gao Tianyuan.

A girl from the Yu tribe threw a handful of butter-flavored popcorn into her mouth and chewed it. She looked at Wei Yuan who was still peaceful. After thinking for a while, she stretched out her finger and poked the Wei Palace Master on the cheek, "Wei Palace Master, that little

The Taoist priest has gone up, are you really not going?"

"No matter how you look at it, that little guy feels that his moral character is not high enough."

"Master of the Guard?"

"Wake up..."

I poke, I poke.

Huh? It feels good...

Poke again.

Take a selfie.

Send it to that charming sister.

One photo can be exchanged for a cart full of inventory at a snack shop in Qingqiu Country.

And it is effective for a long time, no matter how old or young you are.

Feng Siyu snapped several photos in a row, probably getting an inventory of snacks for the next ten years.

Then he poked the head of the guard's cheek while thinking seriously.

Finally, he looked at Gao Tianyuan's height and pondered for a moment. The wings of the Yu clan behind him spread out, and his pupils were faintly ignited with flames, evolving into a red-gold color. This represented the rather pure Vulcan divinity.

Then, Feng Siyu, who didn't know that there was a high-level church in Gaotian, began to really think seriously about the possibility of flying to the sky above Gaotian and directly releasing the 'sleeping museum owner' and his wheelchair into the divine world.

and possible consequences.

For example, when the gods are at war with each other, the little Taoist priest holds a sword to deal with the enemies.

Suddenly, there was a loud sound in the sky.

The wheelchair makes its debut.

Everyone looked shocked, and then they saw the museum owner sleeping in a wheelchair, oh no, thinking deeply.

Everyone was shocked and shocked.

There was dead silence.

Feng Siyu's eyes lit up slightly, and she was gearing up, eager to give it a try. However, just when she was about to implement it directly, she suddenly remembered that before setting off, the water ghost had handed her something and told her that if the destination guard was reached,

If the owner hasn't woken up yet, you can give it a try.

Feng Siyu took it out. It was a recording pen. It seemed that the water ghost had saved money to buy it while working.

As far as she knows, the head of the guard hall does not pay wages, but settles accounts in talismans.

The water ghost goes out to do odd jobs when he has nothing to do.

For example, deliver water to people, deliver water, or deliver water...

Feng Siyu looked at the recorder curiously, and then gently pressed the player next to Wei Yuan's ear.

After a few seconds, a soft and gentle voice sounded from the recorder.

"Yuan, wake up."

Is it Sister Jue?

Feng Siyu was startled.

Then he saw Wei Yuan, who was lying dead, suddenly opened his eyes.

The Yu Clan girl was stunned, and the popcorn in her hand fell to the ground.

Secret secret secret...the password is correct.

Booted successfully?

……………………

The time for burning incense has finally arrived.

In other words, I don’t know how much time it takes to burn an incense stick.

Wei Yuan didn't know how many times he was beaten by the extremely evil group in the Age of Gods. He finally managed to withstand a stick of incense. He suddenly opened his eyes and his face was a little pale. Even if he restrained his strength, those were all in the Age of Gods.

This guy with a great reputation doesn't do anything lightly or harshly.

While laughing, he swung his weapon and threw it at him.

Let’s not talk about the cooperation between Xuanyuan Huangdi and Yandi.

Why do you, as mortal enemies, cooperate so well with the military leader Chi You?!

Gan!

This doesn't make sense.

Can you imagine the huge psychological shadow that Huangdi Xuanyuan, Emperor Yan, Xingtian, and Chi You would have on a descendant of the Yanhuang tribe with a bright and prosperous head while laughing loudly while drawing a knife on your head?

No, you don't know and you don't care.

You old guys just mind yourselves.

After finally successfully completing what Zhu Jiuyin said was a more game-like assessment, Wei Yuan opened his eyes and stretched out his hand to press his chest. He felt an indescribable irritation. It was probably the result of kneeling down for five consecutive times in the ranking of the Heavenly Master.

It feels like you have to keep fighting even though you have fought thousands of times.

He turned his head, looked around at the scenery beside him, was startled for a moment, looked at Feng Siyu, and said in a gentle tone:

"Where is this?"

The Yu Clan girl replied:

"We've arrived at Sakurajima."

She pointed at Gao Tianyuan and said: "Master Wei, you are still awake. The little Taoist priest has already gone to Gao Tianyuan."

"Have you gone up already?"

Wei Yuan murmured, looking at the wheelchair he was working on, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He stood up suddenly and took a step forward.

Then he accidentally stepped into a hole.

A crack spread everywhere.

Wei Yuan exhaled, took a deep breath, and controlled his strength. This was completely instinctive. When you are surrounded by a bunch of ancient fighting madmen and beat you for an unknown amount of time, you will have an illusion about how much strength you should use.

After all, the bottom plate is unstable and will almost be overturned at one point.

He rubbed his head.

Perhaps because his memory was a little blurry, the surroundings seemed to have transformed into the battlefield just now. Where was it... Is it Changyang Mountain, the countryside of Zhuolu? Or the vast plain outside Xuanyuan Hill, he couldn't tell for a while.

, have I returned to modern times, or...

Back to modern times?

Wei Yuan closed his eyes and pressed his forehead.

He is like a Xuanyuan warrior who came to the world from the battlefield of the ancient gods, or in other words, the civil servant in Xing Tian's mouth. The surrounding environment is strange but familiar, but when he closes his eyes and breathes, he can still smell a special feeling.

, it was the brutal and brutal scene on the distant battlefield.

Feng Siyu's palms were stiff, and there was a hint of coolness on his back.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

It must be an illusion.

She seemed to see several figures behind the leader of the guard hall, a bit like the shadows of true spirits that remained after being together for too long, just like those heroes with extremely powerful self-existence who would leave their own marks on items.

Just like the imprint, some people who have been with heroes for a period of time will also experience similar scenes.

The retention of the true spirit breath is only temporary and a natural phenomenon.

But the head of the Wei Hall is obviously sleeping...

However, as Wei Yuan controlled his breath, these phantoms dissipated, and it was really like an illusion. Wei Yuan exhaled a breath of turbid air, turned around and said, "I'll go up there and I'll be back soon."

"There's not much time left."

"So I plan to make a quick decision."

Then he turned around and walked towards Takamagahara while adjusting his breath.

Feng Siyu was stunned for a moment and quickly put this distracting thought behind her. She lowered her head and looked at the recorder in her hand. Her eyes lit up. Ah Shui was so amazing. The girl's heart was full of admiration for knowing the master of the Wei Hall so well.

.

She opened the group, imported the recording, and then said:

"Boss Ah Shui, no problem."
To be continued...