Myriad Realms: Opening Decisive Battle at Bright Summit

Chapter 176 If our Quanzhen Sect can obtain Ultraman, then it will definitely be unique in the world!
Ling Feng's eyes suddenly brightened.

He recognized those two figures!
Zhou Botong!Ying Gu!

The two agreed to come to the Hero Conference to have fun, but they didn't arrive until the end of the Rang Xian Conference.

However, it’s not always good to come.

However, in this case, Ling Feng cannot meet Zhou Botong with his real identity.

I have to bow again.

Ling Feng sighed inwardly, cupped his hands and said, "Senior Zhou is here, sorry for your disrespect!"

Zhou Botong said with a look of disgust: "Guo Jing, you fool is still so serious!"

"Meet Master Uncle!" Qiu Chuji and others hurriedly bowed and saluted excitedly.

"You guys look familiar... Oh yes! You are my senior brother's apprentice! Hahaha, my senior brother has been dead for more than 30 years. I really didn't expect you...you haven't broken up yet."

"Uncle, you..."

Uncle, your mouth is too poisonous, right?

If it wasn't for the fact that you are an elder, we would have served you with Quanzhen swordsmanship long ago!

Qiu Chuji and the others smiled helplessly.

"Hey, Chu Yi, what kind of delicious food are you holding in your hand?" Zhou Botong's curious eyes widened.

Qiu Chuji hurriedly said: "Uncle Master, I am Qiu Chuji!"

"What?"

"Opportunity!"

"What opportunity?"

"mound!"

"What?"

Qiu Chuji was full of energy and shouted loudly: "Master, I am Qiu Chuji!"

Zhou Botong slapped Qiu Chuji on the back of the head, and said angrily, "I'm scared to death! Am I deaf when you're my uncle? Yelling so loudly!"

"But you, uncle..." Qiu Chuji, who was almost 60 years old and a master of martial arts, now also looked aggrieved.

Zhou Botong laughed and said, "Look at you guys, you don't have a sense of humor from the Quanzhen sect, you are exactly the same as your dead ghost master!"

Qiu Chuji and the others lowered their hands and bowed their heads, not daring to refute.

In this world, only Zhou Botong dared to call Wang Chongyang a dead ghost.

Zhou Botong snatched the whole box of Dragon Essence Tiger Tiger Pill from Qiu Chuji's hand, and was about to pour it into his mouth.

Qiu Chuji was dumbfounded, and stammered, "Master! Eat! Eat! Eat!"

Zhou Botong said with a satisfied smile: "Well, it's quite filial!"

Zhou Botong poured all the elixir into his mouth, chewed vigorously and said, "This jelly bean is not sweet at all!"

Qiu Chuji slapped his thigh, "Eat...you can't eat it, uncle!"

Zhou Botong said angrily: "Look at you, you are so stingy! You are not willing to eat your broken jelly beans! You are far worse than my sworn brother Ling Feng!"

Qiu Chuji was stunned, and said: "It turns out that Uncle Ling is indeed your sworn brother! Uncle, I don't know where I am, Uncle Ling?"

Zhou Bo said, "What are you looking for, brother Ling Feng?"

Qiu Chuji said: "The True Martial Sword Master gave me is still with my Uncle Ling Feng."

Uncle Zhou said: "I'm not telling you, Chu Ji, you are so stingy! My brother Ling Feng gave me the entire Ultraman, so what does your mere true sword mean?"

"Ultraman?" Qiu Chuji and the others looked at each other, completely unable to understand.

"Brother, what are you talking about Ultraman?"

"I don't know! But according to my uncle, Ultraman is much more important than a real martial arts sword!"

"Hmm! No wonder Master Ling Feng's martial arts are so strong, it must have something to do with that Ultraman!"

"If our Quanzhen Sect can obtain Ultraman, it will definitely be the best in the world!"

"Yes, yes! In comparison, the real martial arts sword is really nothing!"

"We have to find an opportunity to ask Uncle Ling Feng for Ultraman."

"Hush, keep your voice down, this is the secret of my Quanzhen sect, don't even tell Jing'er!"

"Yes, yes!"

The voices of the Quanzhen Five Discussions became smaller and smaller.

The corner of Ling Feng's mouth twitched, and he tried his best not to laugh out loud.

At this time, Zhou Botong frowned and scratched his chest, "Why is it so hot here? Ying Gu, are you hot?"

Ying Gu shook her head, "It's not hot."

Zhou Bo said: "No, no, my mouth is dry, it's too hot! Let's go, let's go back to Baihua Valley!"

After finishing speaking, Zhou Botong performed the Golden Goose Kung Fu and disappeared in front of the Quanzhen Five Masters in an instant.

"Uncle Shi! Uncle Shi!"

The five Quanzhen sons all wiped off a cold sweat.

Hao Datong said: "Oh, it took three years of retreat to refine the Seven Seven and Forty-Nine Dragon Essence and Tiger Pills, and it was completely ruined by my uncle."

"It's not a waste, isn't there Yinggu by my uncle's side?"

"Oh, my uncle ate so much, so there won't be any problem?"

"Probably not?"

"Let's catch up and take a look."

"Yes! Go and see!"

The five Quanzhen sons didn't care to say goodbye to "Guo Jing", they all hurriedly chased him out.

shit.

Do you really care about your Uncle Zhou, or do you want to see the clinical effect of the Dragon Essence Tiger Pill?
Ling Feng couldn't help smiling, and then walked towards the hall with his hands behind his back.

at this time.

The beggar gang's virtuous appointment meeting has ended.

Huang Rong announced that all sects and sects will be invited to lunch, and after lunch, a hero meeting will be held to elect the leader of the martial arts.

Soon, there was a big banquet in the hall, and people from all walks of life were drinking and drinking, enjoying themselves.

But Xiao Longnu and Li Mochou left the hall and returned to their other courtyard.

They have all kinds of snacks left by Ling Feng, instant noodles and self-heating hot pot.

This is much more delicious than Guiyunzhuang's food.

What's more, Xiaolongnv and Li Mochou also disliked the unhygienic venue of the spitting conference.

While eating hot pot, Li Mochou stretched her water snake's waist in boredom.

"Oh, Feng Lang is not here, so I don't feel like eating hot pot."

"Senior sister, let's bottle Jiaduobao."

"Thank you, Junior Sister, but that's not what I meant." Li Mochou smiled coquettishly, "I just miss Feng Lang so much."

Xiao Longnv took a sip of Sprite and said quietly: "Yes, I miss him too."

Li Mochou said: "Junior Sister, how about this? We will also participate in the hero meeting in the afternoon! Wouldn't it be boring?"

Xiao Longnv hesitated for a moment, "But, the patriarch and mother-in-law have a legacy, my Ancient Tomb Sect can't fight bravely and fight for fame and fortune."

Li Mochou chuckled, "What's so difficult about it, can't we dress up as men and pretend to be Feng Lang to participate? Just because of Guo Jing's airy kung fu last night, maybe we can get a martial arts leader for Feng Lang to play with." Let's play!"

Xiao Longnv's beautiful eyes lit up, "Yes! That Guo Jing's technique last night was really not that good! You and I can defeat him if we appear on the stage! It's just..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that we don't look like Feng Lang, why pretend to be him."

"That's a problem." Li Mochou sighed melancholy.

Lu Wushuang next to him put down the shaved belly that he had just scooped up, and said, "Master, don't worry! My eldest cousin Cheng Ying knows the disguise technique of Taohua Island, but I don't know how her injury is now. If she has regained consciousness, I will You can ask her to call me two tricks of disguise!"

(End of this chapter)