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Volume Three: Shennong's Cauldron: The Road to Heaven, the Immortals in Four Realms, and the Underworld!  ¡¾257¡¿Waiting for Uncle Master to achieve great success...

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    With his gray hair and wrinkled skin, even though he was wearing a suit and shiny leather shoes, he didn't look like he had the ability to kick a twenty-year-old man over, let alone this miserable person.  The noble prince even flew ten meters away.

    The old man¡¯s kind smile has never faded, as if the kick a second ago was not his doing, and he feels at ease, making people mistakenly think that he is a kind and peaceful elder who can only be loved and respected by everyone.

    Of course, when they saw the poor noble man who had been seriously injured but was kicked and flew ten meters away, the good impression that everyone had built up collapsed. All of this was just a disguise for this mysterious old man.  .  .

    He is a dangerous person, extremely dangerous.

    The venue.

    Li Tiannan had already stayed out of the matter. Li Dengfeng, who originally thought he could take charge of the overall situation, lost the meaning of his existence due to the arrival of Mark Child. It seemed No one in the room remembered that today was the birthday of the old man of the Li family, and it was also Li Dengfeng's birthday.  At the wedding of the daughter of the family, everything is changing, subverting, and messy unconsciously

    It can be said that everything that happened today can be called a farce. It was like a few children playing house and staging a scene of getting married, but suddenly a few little kids playing in the mud came.  The two parties barged their teeth and started fighting. It wasn't until one of the parents of these children arrived that they stopped the fight and everything returned to calm.

    Look at the kind but vaguely sultry unknown old man, look at the noble but infinitely pathetic wealthy young man, and then look at Shen Peng who keeps giggling, and I don¡¯t know which nerve is misplaced Kou Er  The young master felt confused, his nerves were exhausted, and a feeling of powerlessness emerged throughout his body.  .

    What kind of trouble is this going on?  !

    ???????? Master uncle, master nephew, and a master.

    Three people, three generations, indeed a very clear logical relationship.

    But the key is, when did Shen Peng get a senior brother? After the senior brother got an apprentice, he also got a nephew, and this nephew deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors and beat up his uncle. More importantly, this guy  He is also the love rival of his uncle, and he is stealing his woman!  !  !

    The world is spinning and the world is spinning, neurasthenia!

    Young Master Kou no longer knew what to say, so he calmly moved a chair, lit a cigarette in silence, and allowed the stimulation of nicotine to wash through his nervous system, allowing his chaotic mind to gradually calm down, while waiting quietly.  developments.

    certainly.

    " To be honest, the person who is really confused should be Mark Child, who is kneeling in front of Shen Peng at this moment.

    The master was an old beggar he met by chance on the streets of America. At that time, the old beggar bumped into him while he was walking, so that the bodyguard got entangled with the old beggar. The result of the entanglement was that several retired elites of the Marine Corps were arrested.  The old beggar knocked them all unconscious with lightning speed. Mark Child was delighted to see the hunting spirit, and after begging hard, he worshiped the old beggar as his teacher.

    There is no need to say much about what happened after he became a master. From practice to cultivation, it took a whole year for the old beggar he found from the street to create his terrifying magical skills. With this old beggar no, in the words of the master,  This is called cultivation, and it is the way to immortality.

    ¡°Master is a beggar found on the streets of America. Although he came from China, he has no relatives or friends. This is what Master himself said.

    "In this case, how can a master who has no relatives or friends come from a junior brother?"

    Even if there was, how could the master¡¯s junior brother and his own senior uncle be the man in front of him?  !

    Mark Child, who was kneeling on the ground, was full of humiliation, but he was extremely scared. He understood the terror of his master better than anyone else. The result of disobeying his master's orders would be that his whole body's cultivation would be destroyed. This  It is a warning before becoming a disciple.

    For Mark Child, who has already tasted the wonderful taste of having powerful power, if one day he once again becomes an ordinary mortal with no power, even the top and richest mortal among mortals will not be able to do anything.  It would be an extremely terrifying nightmare.

    He didn¡¯t dare to take chances and try to challenge the master¡¯s bottom line, because if he failed once, there would be no turning back!  !

    Raising his eyes to look at the man in front of him, Mark Child's eyes gradually disappeared from hatred and hatred. Although he was unwilling to do so, his desire for power suppressed and even wiped out his negative emotions.

    "Master, heis me, my uncle?!"

    Taking a deep breath, Mark Child slowly looked back, with an inexplicable fear flashing in his eyes. Even though the old man was still filled with an intoxicating and loving smile at this moment, it was this smile that made Master Mark's heart ooze.  A hint of coldness permeates the airBody.

    "Do you want me to reiterate that?"

    "The words that were as soft as the spring breeze, loomed with the cold murderous intention. In Mark Child's eyes, the kind old man was like an angel with wings!"

    It¡¯s just that his wings are jet black.  .

    His name is ¡®Lucifer¡¯.

    Trembling slightly, Markchild turned around with difficulty and looked up aggrievedly. At this moment, the man with the same smile as his master touched the ground with both hands, and then solemnly bumped his head, which was still stained with dazzling blood, heavily.  Toward the floor.

    boom!  boom!  boom!

    Ring your head three times.

    Three seconds ago, the ground was covered with soft and comfortable carpets. After his three impacts, the cold and hard marble floor was exposed. This shows how sincere his three noddings were.  .

    "My nephew meets my uncle!"

    Mark Child, who was dizzy, with qi and blood surging, and seemed to be about to faint in the next second, bowed respectfully.

    "Hehe, my nephew is exempt from the courtesy. Regarding what you did before, my uncle, I won't blame you more!"

    "It's just"

    "Although my uncle's belly is big, he can't withstand the physiological reaction of my body. Over the past few days, my meridians have been a little depressed by what you did. As a result, my uncle's cultivation has been progressing slowly.  , how about you, little nephew, help my uncle to open up the blocked meridians?"

    "When my uncle masters the magic skills, he will definitely pass them on to you, allowing you to gain a hundred years of cultivation!"

    "That's right, he ignored Mark Child's surprised look. Shen Peng, who had just recovered some spiritual energy, mobilized himself, covered Mark Child's head with one hand, and pressed it hard to the ground.

    Boom!

    There was another deafening loud noise, and when the smoke and dust dispersed, young nephew Mark¡¯s head was buried in the hard marble floor, completely buried by gravel and debris.

    After this move of hammering sparks, the smile on Shen's face became more loving. He stretched out his hand to caress the raised buttocks of young nephew Mark, and exhaled a long breath of turbid air.  .

    "Huh"

    "I feel comfortable"

    "After a busy day, I was as tired as a dog. I started typing at around 12 o'clock. I was really out of shape, so I forced myself to write one!  ¡¿
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