The Immortal Emperor Returns - Chapter 238

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After the four were seated, the thunderstorm's eyes looking at Zhanhu were full of gloom, and the cold light flashed from time to time. It seemed that they were still worried about what had just happened.

The war tiger's eyes cannot be squinted, the heart is bleak, the earth is mutated, the warrior rises, all respect for strength, even the country is difficult to do.

The pretty widow felt that the atmosphere was not right, and smiled with a smile: "Leader Yan, you brought everyone in, what's the big deal to announce?"

Yan Chong stood up, nodded to the three, and then said, "It's almost half a year since the death of Gao Gong. We have no heads in the Yanlong Palace. If we continue to fall apart sooner or later, it will be bad for future development."

Yan Chong's remark made sense. Since the fall of HD Ling, friction has often occurred in the four groups. If this continues, sooner or later they will fall apart and fall apart.

The thunderstorm looked at Yan Chong and said, "What good suggestions does Team Leader Yan have?"

Yan Chong said, "I suggest choosing a palace master to come out."

The witty widow and the thunderstorm couldn't help looking at each other, but the war tiger was ignored.

"I have no opinion on the selection of a housekeeper. The question is who to recommend?" Thunderstorm asked.

Yan Chong laughed: "I'm just proposing. As for who to recommend? It depends on the meaning of the three."

"Then I recommend Qiaomei to be our host. Except for her, I would not agree with others." Thunderstorm said loudly.

The pretty widow's face changed slightly. This toad, the thunderstorm, would really pull her hatred. The fools all saw it, Yan Chong came from the position of the palace master.

"Thank you, Team Leader, for your love, but I'm a weak woman, and I can't even manage one-third of my acres. If I let Yanlong Palace be such a big family business, it would really be difficult for me.

After listening to the pretty widow, Yan Chong's face looked better.

"I don't know what the Zihuang group means?" Yan Chong asked Zhanhu.

Zhan Hu hasn't answered yet, only listening to the strange sound of thunderstorm saying, "What a big thing, A Mao A Gou's opinion is useful."

Zhanhu clenched his fists, and his nails got stuck in the flesh. He glanced at Yan Chong without a trace and said, "People who serve as the master of the palace must at least be stronger."

Yan Chong's eyes flashed with joy, and he felt that the battle tiger was not useless, at least he spoke very well.

"I think the deputy leader of Zhanhu makes sense." Yan Chong said.

The thunderstorm rolled his eyes, glanced at the war tiger, and exclaimed: "Apart from a certain waste, haven't all three of us passed, then again?"

"Wrong." Yan Chong looked at Thunderstorm with a smile and said, "Brother Lei, I have been retreating these days, and Xiaoyou learned that the current cultivation should be above you."

The thunderstorm stunned and shouted, "Your surname Yan, you dare to open your mouth, come and come, we make a gesture."

"Brother Lei, please!" Yan Chong said.

This thunderstorm, witty widows, and war tigers are stunned.

The most surprising thing is a thunderstorm. Why is Yan Chong so simple? But he couldn't show weakness, stood up and walked towards the door.

Zhanhu also followed, waving his hands to hundreds of soldiers to retreat, making room for the thunderstorm and Yan Chong.

The widow's eyes are bright, but she has no focus. What does she seem to be thinking about?

"Brother Lei, please!" Yan Chong raised his hands and fists.

The thunderstorm was cold and humming, the breath quickly climbed, and between his hands, a thunder ball condensed in the palm of the hand, a crackling arc exploded, and then shot with a single shot, the thunder ball blasted straight to Yan Chong.

Yan Chong did not panic. He turned out and took out the octagonal bronze mirror. His body was surging inside, and he continued to enter the bronze mirror.

The next moment, the bronze mirror trembled, the gold glittered, and the clear dragon chant resounded.

Yan Chong smiled strangely, his insides were thin, and eight golden dragon shadows flew out of the bronze mirror to welcome the storm. In the blink of an eye, it was a hundred meters. He struck thunderstorms with terror.

boom!

A fierce explosion shook the ground with cracks, the surrounding buildings collapsed, and a thunderstorm sent a ball of lightning destroyed by a golden dragon.

For the remaining seven days, the golden dragon struck a thunderstorm, and the dragon groaned, scorching.

The thunderstorm's complexion changed suddenly, raising his palm, his internal content turned into a chain.

Another dragon shadow exploded, and the blast storm destroyed all buildings, giant trees, and rocks within 100 meters.

Six other dragons struck, and the thunderstorm roared, while condensing out armor to protect itself, while fisting, thunder and lightning, his thunder attribute martial art was very violent.

Boom ...!

Six consecutive big blasts, earth waves rolling, storms raging and thunderstorms submerged.

For a full time, the dust settled, the smoke and soil dissipated, and a large pit appeared on the ground. A thunderstorm stood in it, with blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were grim.

The pretty widow and war tiger were surprised, and the thunderstorm was injured. They couldn't help looking at the octagonal bronze mirror in Yan Chong's hands.

"The secret treasure in Captain Yan's hands is really powerful, I thunderstormed."

The meaning of thunderstorm is very clear. I lost to Mibao, not your Yan Chong.

Yan Chong smiled, pretending that he didn't hear the meaning of the thunderstorm. He was only a person who valued the results.

He looked at the widow and said, "Leader Mei, Yan wants to ask you about your flames."

The pretty widow's face changed slightly, and the thunderstorm's thunder attribute martial art was no worse than her. Yan Chong, who was holding a secret treasure, could be said to be defeated in one move. It's just asking for trouble.

She smiled sweetly and said, "Leader Yan has a secret treasure in my hand, will I be your opponent?"

She means the same as a thunderstorm. She is afraid of the secret treasure. It is not you Yan Chong.

Yan Chong's mind is tricky, how can he be fooled, and laughed: "Having this secret treasure proves that I am lucky, and luck is also a kind of strength. If leader Mei has secret treasures, he can also take them out, and we will fight fairly."

Alas ... the widow and thunderstorm scolded in the heart at the same time, it was too shameless, and the secret treasure was not a cabbage, but it was a rare encounter. If they had, they would have taken out and hacked you, a shameless guy.

"Leader Yan smiled and laughed, Zhi Tongfu is shallow, but not as lucky as you."

Yan Chong was proud of himself, but he didn't show the slightest sign on his face. The words turned sharply, and said, "Since this is the case, should the seat of the palace be settled today?"

Yan Chong's words were clear enough, everyone knew.

Thunderstorm snorted and did not respond.

The pretty widow is silent.

As for the battle tiger, it was all from the beginning to the end, and no one had asked his opinion. Therefore, he answered the same as he did not.

Yan Chong's face became a little unsightly.

"I think this matter will be discussed before and after." The pretty widow retreated. To be honest, if Yan Chong was to be the master of the palace, she would have one hundred unwillingness. Yan Chong was somber, good at calculation, and cruel, greedy and cruel. He was the palace master, Yanlong Palace was in danger, and the other three groups were in danger.

"I still have something, and I'll talk about it later." The thunderstorm had a strange character, and turned away.

Yan Chong's eyes were dark, and he thundered to stop the thunderstorm. He said furiously: "Brother Lei, what else is more important than the future of our Yanlong Palace? I think we must decide on a candidate for the palace today.

Yan Chong is very strong, and the gossip bronze mirror in his hand glows slightly, and there is a tendency for thunderstorm to refuse to promise.