Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

This messenger...from Yongchang!

When he came, it was just a matter of three days before the cold weather went out. It was very tricky.

Because the prestige of Yongchang is too strong, the messenger was arranged to live on the fourth floor for three days. When Ling Han was out, someone went to pass the news, and Ling Han did not start the next retreat, although at this time he I am too lazy to see who.

After a while, a young man appeared.

He is dressed in Tsing Yi, and he is a good man.

A messenger only has the power of the king. It shows how talented people are under the seat of Yanxian Road.

"The shelf is not small, actually let me wait for three days!" This young man in Tsing Yi showed dissatisfaction when he saw Ling Han.

Ha ha.

Ling Han heart spit a bit, pointing to the door, said: "The door is there, you can roll."

The young man couldn’t help but think that Ling Han was so direct and domineering. He had a burst of red on his face. After a while, he said: "Ling Han, I am coming from the life of the saint."

"Oh, which son?" Ling Han did not agree.

"Of course it is the son of Yanxian Road!" the young man said proudly. "In addition to my family, who else is Yongsheng?"

This tone is quite big, but it is enough to see the strength of Yanxian Road, even a competitor does not.

"Why Yanxian Road is looking for me?" Ling Han tilted his legs, and did not seem to understand the words Yanxian Road.

The young man took a sip of cold air and looked at Ling Han with a calm look. He was shocked. You dare to dare to call the name of Yanxian Road. He couldn't help but replied: "Bold, the name of the Son is also you can call straight?"

Ling smiled coldly and said: "You ran to my place and wanted to teach me how to be a man?"

The young man wanted to start a little, but when he thought of Ling Han’s feat, he immediately dismissed his thoughts.

He is indeed the king, but he does not know how much worse than Zhao Qingfeng, but Zhao Qingfeng is stunned by the cold, then what is he?

Shot, that is to give the head.

"Hey, when you see my grown-up, you know how big the gap between you and the Son is!" The young man said proudly, he took out a letter and bounced toward Ling Han. "My family please You go to the meeting."

Ling Han took the letter, but did not immediately disassemble it.

"A year later, the Yunshan Mountain Tianjiao Party." The young man said with arrogance, "Ling Han, you know, can be invited by my family, is not the Son of the King of the King, you are the only exception."

“The specific time and place are written on the stationery, provided that you can see it!”

He paused and said: "This is what my family wrote by myself!"

Yan Xian Road hand written?

Ling Han originally did not agree, but now it is an interest, began to tear up the envelope.

There is a seal on the top that represents the integrity of the envelope. When the seal is taken apart, a terrible sigh of relief emerges from the envelope, as if it can open the sky.

So strong!

When Ling Han’s heart was in the air, Yan Xianlu’s willingness to leave his martial arts will also be left on the stationery. Now the specific time and place for the invitation are on the stationery, and only when I see it can I go.

This is a test, I am pleased with Yan Xian Road, but are you eligible to come?

Hey, the endless brilliance of the glory, the house suddenly filled with the avenue symbol, as if there is a peerless strong to be killed from the envelope, giving the cold a fatal blow.

Ling Han exposed awe-inspiring color, but the action in his hand did not stop, and continued to unpack the envelope.

The young man couldn’t resist it, and he stepped back and forth, his face showing a hint of admiration.

Ling Han was the first to bear the brunt of it, but he was regressing again and again, and the gap was obvious.

No wonder you can kill Zhao Qingfeng and get the invitation from the Son.

However, you just opened the envelope and have not opened the letter, which is the real test.

He looked at it quietly, only to see that Ling Han had taken out the stationery inside.

This is folded into four stacks and thin.

Ling Han continued to open the letter, hehe, a golden light poured out, turned into a golden sword, smashed toward the cold, and was smashed by Ling Han, and then opened, and it was a blue sword.

He pressed again and the knife was scattered by him.

At this time, the letter paper was completely dismantled, and the endless black brilliance surged, and then turned into a fist, hitting the cold with the momentum of the world.

A punch can break the sky, can suppress the ages, and can be arbitrarily broken.

Domineering, proud!

This is the martial art of Yanxian Road, exuding his invincible belief.

Ling Han is also a punch, this is a different kind of contest between the two, can not fake the magic sword and other treasures, otherwise it will fall, and will shake their invincible heart.

Hey!

The two fists slammed together, and Ling Han’s body trembled, and he stepped back three steps. Then he stopped and took another seven steps. This finally stabilized the pile, and the floor tiles under the feet were clearly left. Ten steps were made, half a foot deep.

The black fist was also broken and re-formed into black light, and then formed a line: "Sanyang Peak, when Samsung gathers."

This line of words only appeared for a moment, then burst into pieces and turned into nothingness.

"Ling Han, the letter has been sent, leave!" The young man said, his face showed a touch of admiration.

It is able to withstand the blow of the Son of the Son, and this strength is really strong. Of course, compared to the Son of the Son, it is not worth mentioning the shoes. It is necessary to know that the Son wrote the letter just by hand, but Ling Han still retired ten steps and exhausted all his strength.

The strength comparison is clear and obvious.

Ling Han ignored it. He looked at the letterhead because the will of the martial arts of Yanxian Road had been vented, and the letter paper had become blank.

If he can't take the punch, he can only see a blank letter.

This is the domineering place of Yanxian Road. I ask you, are you qualified enough?

Ling Han has a faint smile, but his eyes are like a blaze.

In my heart, he is indeed not the opponent of Yan Xian Road. He only knows from the previous punch. Yan Xian Road is definitely a five-way, or there will be no absolute crush.

If this is not just a letter, it is only accompanied by a martial art will of Yanxian Road, but a direct punch, then at least a cold blood will be spit out.

"There is still another year... I have to break through five!" Ling Han murmured, he has decided to go to the appointment.

"Maybe, Yanxian Road can give me enough pressure to get the opportunity to push the door open."

Tiandao jade is not a panacea, but it adds a little hope. The key is to look at yourself.

"However, the urgent task now is to refine the two, and to see the true chapter after half a year, the matter of Yanxian Road will be put aside."

Ling Han touched his chin and felt that his time was really full, not enough.