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Chapter 1696 Summer insects can't speak ice

Mrs. Qingluo's face suddenly turned cold: "Tianhuo, you are also a strong senior, are you not afraid of the jokes of the juniors?"

True Lord Tianhuo said disdainfully: "I have the utmost affection and nature, what's so funny about it?

If you don’t believe me, just ask, of the many men present, how many of them don’t want to fuck you?”

Mrs. Qingluo was so angry that her delicate body trembled: "Reckless man, you are vulgar."

Knowing that he couldn't argue with a rough guy like Lord Tianhuo, he waved his sleeves and ignored him.

True Lord Tianhuo looked at Lord Huanxi proudly: "You, an old and perverted monk, are here too. Could it be that you are in cahoots with Qing Luo?"

"Tianhuo, shut up!"

Mrs. Qingluo was so angry that her chest heaved up and down, and Lord Tianhuo watched with gusto.

"Amitabha, I am here to resolve the misunderstanding between Shile, a disciple of our temple, and this fellow Taoist."

Venerable Huanxi Baoxiang solemnly explained.

"Pooh!"

True Lord Tianhuo spat directly into Venerable Huanxi's face. A light flashed in front of Venerable Huanxi and the spit disappeared.

"You old pervert is the most indifferent to human affairs.

I also know what happened between Shile and this fellow Taoist. He actually wanted to steal a treasure from a true king. It was damning.

That is to say, if I am not in front of you, otherwise I will burn him for 7,749 days before letting him die."

True Lord Tianhuo said carelessly.

The Venerable Huanxi was too lazy to pay attention to him. He just put his hands together and kept chanting the name of the Buddha. His treasures were solemn and solemn, as if he was an eminent monk.

True Lord Tianhuo turned his eyes to the old island owner of Liuxia Island: "Old Kong, you are almost dying of old age. If you don't just wait for death on your broken island, what are you doing here?"

Kong Huai, the old owner of Liuxia Island, said: "The old man received the gift of medicine from a fellow Taoist to live a few more years, so I invited him to visit the island to express his friendship as a landlord."

"Oh, your island is inaccessible, right?"

True Lord Tianhuo sneered.

"Fellow Tianhuo is serious. The reputation of Liuxia Island has always been excellent in the East Ji Tianyu.

On the other hand, you, the Sky Fire Sect, do not have a very good reputation because you bully the weak."

Kong Huai said calmly.

"Haha, you have a bad reputation?

Our Tianhuo Sect’s reputation has always been the third best in the East Ji Tianyu, who dares to say that it’s not good?”

Lord Tianhuo laughed and said.

Tianhuo Sect is third, so the first two are naturally Huangji Sect and Xingluo Demon Sect.

True Lord Tianhuo is still very calm and dare not say that he is stronger than these two sects.

"What do fellow Taoists think?"

True Lord Tianhuo turned his eyes and fell on Yang Yifei.

Yang Yifei watched quietly.

As soon as True Lord Tianhuo arrived, he attacked the three True Lords one by one. The purpose was self-evident, which was to show Yang Yifei.

True Lord Tianhuo wants Yang Yifei to know that their Tianhuo Sect is the strongest sect in this area, and if they want to take refuge, they can only go to Tianhuo Sect.

As for not surrendering, since True Lord Tianhuo has come in person, isn't it his decision to surrender or not?

Although True Lord Tianhuo looks rough, he is not rough in his work and is a meticulous person.

"Zhenjun is very confident."

Yang Yifei said lightly.

It's about the sect that Lord Tianhuo claims to be the third strongest.

True Lord Tianhuo laughed: "It is true that the current strength of our Skyfire Sect may not be as good as some sects, but their True Lord is old, and this True Lord is still very young and has thousands of years left to live. Who can be sure that I am not

The third divine king?”

Currently, there are only two known divine kings in the East Ji Tianyu, one in the Huangji Sect and one in the Xingluo Demon Sect.

True Lord Tianhuo has always claimed to be the third, not only the third in strength of the sect, but also saying that he wants to become the third divine king in the supernatural realm.

Mrs. Qingluo and Lord Huanxi looked ugly, and Kong Huai felt bitter in his heart.

Everyone has thousands of years to live, but he only has a few decades left. Maybe after a big war, his lifespan will be exhausted and he will die.

The more he reaches this stage, the more he fears and respects time, lifespan, and death.

Yang Yifei nodded slightly: "In thousands of years, if the qualifications or opportunities of a true king are good enough, it is very possible to become a god king."

"So, you decided to join us?"

The True Lord of Heavenly Fire.

"Ah."

Yang Yifei smiled contemptuously and said: "It takes thousands of years to become a god king. It is too slow."

Wow... everyone was in an uproar when they heard Yang Yifei speak like this.

"It took thousands of years to become a divine king, and you're still talking about it too slowly?"

"Don't say thousands of years, just tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, as long as I can become a god king, I'm willing to do it."

"Don't talk about being a divine king. Even if I can become a true king, my death will be worth it."

Everyone said one after another.

Even Mrs. Qingluo, Lord Huanxi and the others shook their heads slightly.

True Lord Tianhuo immediately smiled disdainfully: "Isn't this considered slow?

Then tell me, how many years does it take to become a god?"

Yang Yifei stretched out a finger.

"A thousand years?"

Lord Tianhuo guessed.

Yang Yifei shook his head.

True Lord Tianhuo hesitated for a moment and said: "One hundred years?

It’s impossible, no one can become a divine king in a hundred years, and it’s even difficult for someone to become a real person in a hundred years.”

Yang Yifei shook his head again.

True Lord Tianhuo frowned: "It's not a thousand years, it's not a hundred years, how much is that?

Don’t say it’s ten years, you’ll scare Ben Zhenjun to death.”

Yang Yifei nodded slightly: "Yes, ten years."

Everyone was stunned immediately.

It was quiet all around.

After a while, everyone started laughing.

"Hahaha, oh, I'm laughing so hard.

It took ten years to become a divine king, why didn’t you say you were a divine king when you were born?”

"One year for foundation building, two years for Qi refining, three years for golden elixir, five years for Nascent Soul, and then ten years for magical powers. It's so amazing, it scares me to death."

"The Ancient Divine Lord of the Huangji Sect also became a Divine Lord when he was three thousand years old. The Qi Shenjun of the Xingluo Demon Sect was a little earlier than the Ancient Divine Lord, but he was still over 2,800 years old. Some people even dare to say that he became a Divine Lord in ten years. I'm afraid that's not the case.

I will laugh these two gods to death."

The onlookers shook their heads and made all sorts of sarcastic remarks, not believing what Yang Yifei said about becoming a god in ten years.

For them, whether they can become a god in ten years is a question. It is a joke to dare to say that they can become a god in ten years.

Even Xue Hongying said at the side: "Sir, what you said is too big."

Yang Yifei sighed softly.

After all, it is a remote place, and there is no way to know how fast a real genius can practice.

The true geniuses of those immortal sects, eternal dynasties, and immortal families, not to mention becoming divine kings, or even overcoming tribulations and becoming immortals, are all under a thousand years old.

In the memory of the Immortal Creation, the fastest person to become an immortal was a Taoist monk from the Yuhua Immortal Sect. After practicing for five hundred years, he reached the realm of overcoming tribulations. With the help of the Yuhua Immortal Sect, he successfully overcame the tribulation and reached heaven in one step.

Become a fairy.

And here, there are actually people laughing at Yang Yifei's claim of becoming a god in ten years.

“A summer insect cannot speak of the ice, and a well frog cannot speak of the sea.”

Yang Yifei said lightly.

"So, fellow Taoist, you are confident that you will become a divine king in ten years?"

Kong Huai, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.

Yang Yifei nodded and said: "Of course."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then laughed even more.


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