The Lord of Qin said with concern: "Since Lord Ye used the phoenix feather battle robe as a reason to invite all the masters, once the gate of the Martial God Temple opened and the masters arrived, there would be no way out."

"What kind of way out?"

Qin Tieniu asked in confusion with a frown.

"The Fengling Battle Robe is a relic left by five hundred martial gods. It is no longer a battle robe. It has the hard work and faith of five hundred sacrificed heroes."

Lord Qin patiently explained to his stupid son: "Lord Ye is too young and too immature to control the soul of faith of the martial gods."

Qin Tieniu became even more confused: "The five hundred martial gods are great heroes who sacrificed their lives for justice. Elder Ye's heart of martial arts and souls are no worse than anyone else. Is it because she is now going to sacrifice her life for justice.

Did it be erased? Is the heroes in this world not distinguished by merit and glory and achievement strength, but by age? Then I am older than her, are I also qualified to sit on the throne of the Palace Master?"

These blurted words awakened the dreamer, making his father, Lord Qin, suddenly enlightened him.

Why can’t even understand the truth that this stupid son knows, and the mediocre people in this world?

They all seemed to have fallen into a dead end.

It was like a stubborn person who was snatching his age.

But they forgot that heroes and heroes have a mutual appreciation.

"Yes, why didn't I expect it?"

The Lord of Qin suddenly realized: "Wearing a phoenix-feathered battle robe is not about age, but about unswerving martial arts heart and awe of the people."

Just as he was about to praise Qin Tieniu, he saw Qin Tieniu say arrogantly: "I don't know this, why do you think I am the one who is here?"

Lord Qin: “…”

If it is not inappropriate.

He really wanted to spank this kid to the point of being so full of flowers.

Qin Tieniu walked forward by himself, saying as he walked, "This autumn is clear and cool. I am very happy. I want to recite a poem to my dearest Lord Ye."

This guy cleared his throat and started chanting poems as if no one else was around:

"The rainbow is ruthless and the people are affectionate. I see it in the Temple of the Martial God. I am the most handsome among the flowers, but I hope the beauty will be favored by the cow."

In the rear, the Lord of Qin wished he could get a distance of 100,800 miles away from him, and almost cut off the father-son relationship on the spot.

It's simply absent.

This is not a poem.

It was clearly a journey from afar to the Temple of Martial God to seek marriage!

Everyone around was shocked.

Xiao Li and Tu Weiwei happened to come together to pick up the Qin family's people to the Sun and Moon Palace. When they heard the marriage announcement, they both tacitly wanted to drive the person back to Xiaoyao City.

When Qin Tieniu saw them, he waved his hand, very enthusiastic.

Tu Weiwei said with a dark face: "Qin Tieniu, writing poetry can be down-to-earth, but you can't be down-to-earth."

Qin Tieniu curled his lips and looked at her with a very sad look.

Xiao Li couldn't help laughing and smiled slightly.

Under the sun, the rainbow rose behind her.

She seemed to be in the midst of a stream of light, and her black skirt rose with the wind.

Even the few strands of ink hair dancing lightly on their temples add a touch of beauty to it.

Qin Jinnian in front of the carriage looked dazed and was a little confused.

The Lord of Qin carefully discovered something wrong with Qin Jinnian and frowned.

He had never seen Qin Jinnian like this.

He is no longer a sick and weak person with a strong mind, but more like a young man who is in love.

Then he made a sound reminder: "Jinnian."

"Dad, I understand."

Qin Jinnian's eyebrows were surrounded by a faint sadness, and she smiled desolately, and her deep eyes stopped on the girl in the black dress.

The heart felt like it was torn apart by someone.

He lowered his eyelashes in disappointment and said, "A person like me should rot in the mud, swamp, and abyss, but he should not be stained with the holy light."

The Lord of Qin wanted to speak but stopped, and his eyebrows were filled with pain.

I wanted to comfort me a few times, but found that nothing I said seemed to be futile.

Finally, he remained silent.

Xiao Li seemed to feel something, looked back at the man in a blue shirt, and raised his slender eyebrows lightly.

Such a thin and sick body, even if it is used to practice knife, I guess I can't withstand her several stabs.

"Oh, it's you."

The sudden sound broke the tranquility.

Xiao Li looked sideways and saw two people walking together.

They are all old acquaintances.

Yu Weiyu, the genius of the two-powered forces of the Tianlang Domain, and Fu Bilian, the saint of the Tianlang Domain.

The person who spoke was the noisy Fu Bilian.

Xiao Li frowned and showed an unhappy look.

Fu Bilian dressed up carefully in dressing up in fine powder, and her red dress was like a blooming peonies.

She glanced at Xiao Li, and was extremely sarcastic: "Who am I supposed to be? It turned out to be Xiao, Tu two girls. Looking at their faces, they looked really good. They were so proud that they were fast. This saint was so envious.

One person has attained enlightenment and has become a dog. The Lord Ye can support you several people. If you leave Lord Ye, you are nothing."

Tu Weiwei's hand was already placed on the hilt of the knife and slowly twitched the blade.

Suddenly.

Xiao Li's hand pressed the back of her hand, preventing the knife from drawing.

Tu Weiwei looked at Xiao Li, and when she thought of Chu Yue’s appointment, she gritted her teeth and endured it.

Xiao Li raised his jaw, looked at Fu Bilian and the others indifferently, and said coldly: "The Temple of the Martial God is not a place for you to be presumptuous."

Fu Bilian smiled: "Yes, this saint has forgotten. This is the Temple of Martial Gods, so majestic. It's also true that being a watchdog in the Temple of Martial Gods is a must-see, but have you really seen yourself clearly?

Ye Chuyue actually left the position of the monarch of Beizhou to Zhou Xuan and Lin Qiu. And you guys, you will live and die for her at the Dragon Slaying Banquet. What benefits did she give to you?"

Yu Weiyu's eyes were deep, pretending to be persuading: "Saint Madam Fu, Your Highness Yuezun may have other plans."

"What can I plan?"

Fu Bilian said: "She just looks down on the position of the monarch of Beizhou and wants to use a few lackeys. Moreover, people in the world say that she is self-reliant and self-reliant, and women are not as good as men. Why did she give the position of the monarch of Beizhou to a man? She is

He flatters men, looks down on women, and is respected and admired by people in the world."

"So that's it..."

Yu Weiyu said embarrassedly: "Your Highness Yuezun is both the lord of the heavenly realm and the Lord of Palace Ye. She is also a great hero in Lingtian Continent. However, Xiao and Tu have seemed to be the only young heroes in the Wanxiang Realm so far.

Besides, there are no official titles, achievements or achievements, and they are all above His Highness Yuezun. I really envy the feelings of several of you."

Xiao Li was extremely patient and did not want to disturb the major events of the Martial God Temple.

Today is a big day for Sister Xiaoyue.

But... it doesn't matter how she is slandered. This group of people shouldn't use words to hurt Sister Xiaoyue in a sarcastic way!

Xiao Li narrowed his eyes, and the solemn aura suddenly appeared like thunder.

The hand fell on the hilt of the Demon-Breaking Sword.

But at this moment, a burly figure came stepping on the way with the army, and every step was about to shake the earth.

The man glared at them: "The Temple of War God, Zhao Ting, my Thunder God of War, will you let me scatter and dare to blaspheme the holy name of the Lord. I might as well send you to the Temple of War God Temple prison for life."


Chapter completed!