Guan Ju strongly requested to bring Wang Luo to visit the Bafang Jianmen, but Wang Luo slipped in first. Those who see the Tianmen, why not enter the core?
This is Wang Luo's consistent style, and it is also the way he conducts himself in the world.
After Guan Ju and Zhu Yelang caught up with Wang Luo.
Guan Ju subconsciously asked: "Did you know that person just now?"
"I don't know you!" Wang Luo shook his head and said.
"Then you talk so much to others."
"You can't talk if you don't know him. I just think that person is interesting, so I just want to chat. Why are you asking so many questions? Is it possible that you know him?" Wang Luo asked with a smile.
Guan Ju glared at Wang Luo: "Only a ghost knows that person. He is not a good person at first glance."
Wang Luo then laughed: "Oh, when did we, Miss Guan, be able to judge people by their appearance? I looked at the brother just now, he was very good and handsome. He looked very rich, I guess.
He is richer than Zhao Qianshu."
"Tch!" Guan Ju snorted coldly, stopped paying attention to Wang Luo, turned around and left.
Wang Luo had no choice but to give up, and then remembered the face of the brother just now. He had read a book when he was a child. That young man seemed to have the face of a ninety-five-year-old man. It would be great if he could become a sworn brother.
Wang Luo and his entourage did not stay at Bafangjianmen for a long time. It was not the time of worship, so it was not as lively as expected. Apart from the eight divine swords, there was not much to see.
Fortunately, there were some stunningly beautiful girls among the people passing by, so the trip was not in vain.
When the group of people left, Wang Luo clearly sensed that there seemed to be something attracting him in this place.
The small world between my chest, no, it should be the small world of another world. There is something in between.
Wang Luo didn't figure out what the reason was all the way along the Bafang Jianmen, so he stopped worrying about it.
After Wang Luo and his party went deep into Jiannan Road, two old men with strange figures appeared in a hidden corner of Bafang Jianmen.
I saw one of them, a skinny old man, waved his hand, and the land between the eight mountains underwent earth-shaking changes.
It was as if it was torn apart by thunders, and the place connected to the foot of the mountain was stripped and opened.
Heat began to roll, and a little bit of red appeared in front of my eyes.
The slightly fatter old man raised one hand to the sky, then turned around and slapped the ground under his feet.
The huge natural land was torn open, and a huge picture appeared in front of the two people.
Hot and bubbling flames, accompanied by thick magma, rolled.
In the thick slurry, bubbles kept popping up.
It's like someone is breathing inside.
"Old Fatty, this guy seemed to have moved just now." The skinny old man said.
"Nonsense, if he doesn't move, will the two of us appear here? But it's strange. We have been sleeping for thousands of years, so there will be strange movements during this period?"
The thinner old man shook his head: "I don't know, the two of us together are not even a fraction of the size of others, so how can we guess what others are thinking."