Super Dragon Cultivation System - Chapter 811

The guards of the nine samurai costumes went into the courtyard of Dongfangjia with a look of shame.

"Dongfang Chengye, (killing sha) the little rabbit who killed my brother?"

A samurai head (she sh) Han Guang stared at Dongfang Chengye and asked.

When he saw the **** of the East Cheng Yi (qing) can't (jin) for a moment, right, shouldn't he be trembling with shock, how excited he looked

Looking at the surrounding juniors, their faces also showed (surprising) surprises, and they all looked behind themselves (body sh n).

He looked strangely.

I saw two people, one old and one young, came in calmly.

And those in black are all motionless like wooden chickens, as if not seeing the two of them.

Dongfang Zhaoyang originally wanted to see it for a while, but the divine thought swept the courtyard and sighed helplessly in his heart.

The cultivation of these younger generations is really bad, the highest is only the middle-level war emperor.

From a skeletal point of view, this younger is afraid that he will also be around 60.

You know, when he was fifteen years old, he reached the high level of war emperor. At sixty, he is already a Samsung warlord.

But his offspring ...

Dongfang Zhaoyang has some grief and anger that hate iron and steel, but none of them are like me. They are all waste.

He knew it would be nothing to watch, and sooner or later he would have to rescue them.

So he lifted his feet and took a step, and when his steps fell, those black guards wanted to stop drinking.

But I found that I couldn't speak, and I couldn't move. I could only watch them enter with horrified eyes.

"Who are you? I'm waiting for my brother to do business, and idle people must not approach, otherwise (kill sha) there is no pardon."

Zhang Xing dug out his ears, why is this line again?

But he didn't say anything. Today's protagonist is Brother Zhaoyang. He just looks at it.

Dongfang Zhaoyang didn't even glance at the talking warrior.

With his hands on his back, he walked straight past the body of nine warriors and came to Dongfang Chengye and others.

And the nine warriors could not feel a trace of ... from the old man (body sh n).

That's right, it's like the other party doesn't exist, if it's not for the first time.

Their eyes moved unconsciously with the old man, and they couldn't even think of doing anything.

It's as if the entire human soul is controlled.

They even had the idea of ​​crying on their knees and confessing their sins to their elders.

They wanted to kneel, but they didn't obey the command.

The tribe headed by Dongfang Chengye, Tong Tong knelt down.

At this point, Zhang Xing had already stepped aside, and he could not afford such a gift.

Dongfang Chengye has never seen the old man, but the bones and blood blended together. He knew at first sight that this was the ancestor of Zhaoyang.

In order not to implicate the younger generation, the grandmother did not leave them a portrait of the ancestor.

And other siblings, younger sons and daughters also felt the breath of bones and blood from the old (body sh n).

"The fourth generation of the Dongfang family, Dongfang Chengye led all the descendants to see their ancestors!"

"Fifth generation descendants meet ancestors!"

"Sixth generation descendants meet ancestors!"

Dongfang Chengye respected his eyes, but his voice went trembling with excitement and transition.

Other juniors are more excited (color).

Dongfang Zhaoyang has seen it from everyone's face, especially on the face of younger women.

But he shook his head in disappointment, none of them like Xiaorou.

A hundred years later, the younger generations have multiplied to the sixth generation.

But Xiaorou passed away early.

If you were alive, it would be so good, we will be together at this moment, even if we die immediately.

"Ah! You all get up!"

Dongfang Zhaoyang didn't have much joy in his heart, only that the offspring in front of him felt very strange.

This is also a commonplace (qingqing). Relatives will be stranger every other generation, not to mention that the three generations closest to him are no longer alive.