"Damn it!"


    At the top of a towering mountain thirty or fifty miles away from the corpse organization stronghold, a group of men and women in strange clothes gathered.


    They were the leaders of the stronghold and moved early.


    Looking at the mushroom clouds rising from afar, these men and women were very angry, and did not expect Murong to forget such a cruel feeling.


    Use super detonators to raze the whole stronghold to the ground.


    Disappear from the world.


    "Daxia is going to attack us. What should we do?"


    "Speed up, speed up!"


    "The Dragon slaughtering plan will be implemented immediately, which will turn the world upside down. It''s a big deal."


    "I think it must be the Brahmin leader who wants to Murong forget his feelings and reveal the location of our stronghold."


    "Yes, destroy the Brahman first!"


    "Stop arguing!" suddenly, the leading middle-aged man stopped drinking. His breath was very strong and he was the third great master of Huajing.


    He is the commander of this stronghold, and his heart is dripping blood at this time.


    This stronghold of 100000 Dashan is one of the eight core strongholds. Now it has been destroyed, all of it.


    The organization lost a lot.


    "The most urgent thing is to contact the headquarters for good consultation. We can''t act rashly. The Brahmans have to deal with it, but they don''t worry."


    "We wrote down this account."


    "When the Dragon slaughtering plan is implemented, the first one will kill Murong and forget his feelings, destroy Murong ancient people, and avenge the disciples in the stronghold."


    The commander''s voice was hoarse, which reduced the anger of others.


    A man said angrily, "I still can''t bear this evil spirit. I have to pay some interest first."


    A woman said with a strange smile: "don''t worry, the eighth God son has gone to the northern wilderness. It''s not easy to hunt muronggu children by his means."


    "Hahaha, that''s good. Murong''s son is Murong Xi. It seems that he hasn''t become a master yet. Although he is a waste, Murong''s only son is Murong. If he is killed, I don''t know what will be his mood."


    At this time, the commander said: "this time, not only the eighth God son of our stronghold, but also the God son of other core strongholds went to the North wasteland. Together, they were enough to kill many evil geniuses and make the martial arts of the great Xia go green and yellow."


    "Let''s go back to headquarters."


    ……


    A day later.


    Ye Fan and his party finally arrived at luolongpo.


    "It''s really magnificent."


    After getting off the bus, Ye Fan looked at the three huge mountains towering into the sky in the distance and was amazed.


    The three mountains are too big, even three small mountains, surrounded by a vast Valley, leaving a narrow tunnel entrance like a canyon.


    "Brother fan, that''s the bone touching master."


    Qu youer points to the fence yard. Ye Fan sees an old man dozing on a bamboo chair.


    He walked over and felt that the old man was extraordinary. He hugged and said, "I''ve seen you, master."


    "Yes."


    The old man''s eyes were half open.


    Ye Fan said, "we don''t have anyone over 35 years old. The master can touch the bones."


    The old man waved and held Ye Fan''s wrist.


    Suddenly.


    Ye Fan feels a wonderful breath rushing into his body; He was shocked. If the old man did something bad, his internal organs would explode and die.


    But ye fan was shocked to find that he couldn''t move.


    So strong.


    Ye Fan''s cold sweat came out.


    Gradually, he calmed down.


    The old man is so strong. It''s too easy to kill him. There''s no need to do these Mingtang.


    After a quarter of an hour, the old man loosened Ye Fan and said faintly, "it''s not bad. Go in."


    "Thank you, master."


    Qu you''er and others came. The old man waved and hummed angrily, "don''t touch your bones. I''m not blind. Can''t you see that you''re young!"


    Ye Fan let chaos take the fire army.


    This boy may be useful.


    The group of people walked farther and farther away. The scholar narrowed his eyes and whispered anxiously, "this boy is too badly hurt. I don''t know if he can carry this disaster. Alas, he can''t carry it. Luolongpo is his graveyard."


    "Luolongpo, Luolong, the place where the dragon among people fell, originally thought it was Qu congenitally, now it seems..."


    The scholar frowned.


    Finally, it seemed that he had made some decision. He went into the bamboo house, picked up the brush and wrote a word on the rice paper.


    "Xiao Huang."


    The sage opened his mouth gently.


    A low roar came, and a golden light came from the mountains and forests in the distance to the scholar.


    When I looked at it, it was a golden bull.


    Golden bull at the peak of his prime.


    The hair was glittering with gold, the pupils were pure gold, and there were two small gold horns three inches long.


    It''s too noble.


    It''s like the mount of an immortal in the sky, which gives people the idea of worshipping.


    This is a heterogeneous, auspicious beast.


    Much more noble than a fierce beast.


    This golden Bull has a strong breath. I''m afraid the leader of Huajing double master can''t take it; Compared with the little Taurus that Ye Fan got in the wild continent, one heaven and one earth.


    The sage folded a piece of writing and hid it in the hair of the golden bull. Then he told him, "remember that white haired man just now. You go in and give him the rice paper when necessary."


    "Moo!"


    The golden man nodded humanely, turned into a golden lightning and rushed into the canyon.