MTL - Scriptures of the Great Emperor-Chapter 22 Tribal elder

"Uncle is really powerful." Lin Biao said respectfully.

"Yep."

Nie Zhan nodded, did not say anything more, just picked up a piece of leather cloth around him and wiped the sweat, then hung it around his neck, and walked back to the house.

Until his figure completely disappeared into the house, Lin Biao came to the stone mill and began to exercise.

......

The Patriarchate, this is the second place in Yanshi Village except for Nie.

Zhu Mingyu wore a golden armor, a waist-shouldered sword, and a ruddy face, stepping in.

"Ming Yu, is it?" The patriarch’s long roads stroked the white beard and asked with satisfaction.

"Yes, father!"

Zhu Mingyu nodded according to the sword.

Zhu Changdao nodded with great satisfaction. The most proud of his life was not that he became a great warrior, but he cultivated such an outstanding son!

In the wild, in addition to his own son, how many of them can reach the blood in the 20s?

Nothing!

He thought with pride and then looked at the rest of the room.

At this time, in addition to him, there are two people in the house, an old man with white hair, and a 14-year-old boy wearing a green shirt.

The white-haired old man is authentic with tea. Even if Zhu Mingyu arrives, he does not look at it. Instead, the young man standing behind him accidentally looked at Zhu Mingyu and then stopped paying attention.

"I have seen the master! I don't know if this is..."

At this time, Zhu Mingyu looked at the white-haired old man deeply, and then looked at the young boy in the green shirt and asked in confusion.

I didn’t talk to Hate, but I dipped a drop of tea, then closed my eyes and took a long breath.

No one dares to bother him.

"Yep……"

After a while, I finally nodded from hate and put the tea down. "This cup of tea tasted light and tasteless a year ago. Now it has a bit of taste. It’s a pity, it’s too light, it’s useless. It’s a pity to abandon!"

Saying, holding a teacup, sprinkle the tea out and sprinkle it directly in front of Zhu Mingyu.

It is a pity to abandon it, it is still abandon!

Zhu Mingyu's brows were slightly wrinkled, and even disappeared.

Of course, he knows that it is a tea to be a man.

This is to say that he, a year, he stepped into the realm of blood from the blood of the soldiers, and consumed the village did not know how much accumulation, I did not expect that in the eyes of hate, only a little taste, Still can't see!

"I am a small apprentice of the Master, a weekly salary!"

At this time, the young man in the green shirt came out. He looked at the spirit and looked at Zhu Mingyu and Zhu Changdao. He said, "I must know why the Master will come here, and accompanying the sister to come to the provincial pro is the second, mainly Look at the situation created by these swords, and take a look at the talents."

Second?

On the surface of Zhu Mingyu, the look was unchanged, and the bottom of my heart licked my mouth.

The Tianying tribe attaches great importance to this group of swords, but there are dozens of villages around the size of the village. Yanshi Village is only a small part of it. Even if it is not completed, it will have no effect. It is impossible to count on the task.

Will they send a strong person who has taken off the blood for this incident to inspect?

“What? This is all the talent in your village?”

I saw Zhu Mingyu at the weekly salary, and I was obviously smiling with a slight contempt.

When I heard this, Zhu Mingyu didn't react, just lowered her head a little.

"From the adults, Zhou Gongzi, although there are some soldiers with more than a small army in the village, but in addition to my children, they are already thirty or forty years old, how can there be decent talents."

The old patriarchs smiled and touched their hands, and they looked respectfully.

"Oh? It is a talent to cultivate high. According to what you mean, Nie Shijie is also mediocre?" Zhou pays a smirk and looks at the long road.

"Don't dare!"

Upon hearing this, the long roads immediately revealed the sincerity and fear.

"Humph!"

The weekly salary snorted and dismissed: "I don't dare to forgive you. I am not afraid to tell you. Although Nie Shijie only went to the teacher's door for the next year, but now he has become a soldier, and he has opened the ninth yin and liver. If Not for the sake of stability, now it is not me, but her!"

"And, I will arrive at the same time, I hope you will be careful next time!"

Since it is a return to the provincial pro, Nie can not come back, the weekly salary is also a wake up for them.

"Yes Yes!"

When I heard this, the long roads were cold and sweaty.

How can he not know what the weekly salary means? What they want is not a high-ranking warrior, but a genius with the potential to practice. Even if he hears that Nie has already had great blood, he is also taken aback.

How long has it been, Nie Li has become a warrior from a **** ordinary person, it is hard to imagine!

In contrast, Zhu Mingyu seems to be worth mentioning even if he breaks through the peak of blood and the blood is complete.

"The real genius is something that can't be met, well... I don't want to say this thing for the time being. Let's first look at how the sword is built." At this time, I opened my eyes and hated it.

"Yes!"

The weekly salary quickly responded, and then looked at Zhu Mingyu, his eyes fell on the old patriarch Zhu Longdao, "I don't want to lead the way!"

"Yes! Zhou Gongzi, from the adults, come with the little old man."

The long roads quickly nodded and said.

After the three men walked out of the stone house, Zhu Mingyu raised his head, but his face sank completely, and the hands that fell on the hilt were shaking.

When he heard that Nie has broken through to the blood, he is going crazy!

The blood of the soldiers is great!

You must know that when he was five years old, he began to refine his body. At the age of fifteen, he was arrogant. In the middle, he did not know how much resources, how much sweat he had, and it took him a whole decade!

Nie can leave the **** just because he is being seen from the hate, and has the resources of the tribe. One year is equal to his ten years of hard work!

He is hard to accept!

Even he feels that if he can get that kind of resource training, he will probably be able to surpass the blood of the soldiers, become a man, and even enter a higher realm!

Thinking like this, the more he wants to get angry, the more his breath is a bit unstable.

After a while, he barely pressured the anger in his eyes, and then changed into a handsome portrait, smiling and chasing it... Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net