The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 For the little baby Yu Pengfei and Pengfei heroes today, it can be said that they have encountered hardship in the arena.

Because grandpa took a storytelling job in the restaurant on Qinglong Street early in the morning, he and his friends practiced knives nearby, and saw him holding a small wooden knife. He came up with a set of extremely skillful knives, and he was well received. At the same time, it also caused trouble.

A boy from a rich family of about ten years old, looking at the wooden knife being brandished with a tiger-like wind, he felt like a comparison. He wanted to change the wooden knife with the slingshot in his hand, but this wooden knife is Yu Pengfei’s heart. meat.

　　 For a swordsman, the knife in his hand is a part of the body, so in the end it is natural to talk completely, and then the slingshot hits the face.

The stone whizzed forward, getting closer and closer to Yu Pengfei’s cheeks. At the same time, Huang Ting made a soft sound in the carriage that was parked not far away. He lifted his fingers and bends them forward, gently forwards, and takes a breath. Before the stone, a turquoise sword energy flashed away, and the latter turned into powder and dissipated.

Only then did Yu Pengfei react and his complexion changed drastically. After all, he was a four or five-year-old baby. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't help crying, and the face of the baby who knew the crime changed slightly. , Surrounded by a group of family members coming up.

　　 "I didn't expect Lava to praise this ancient giant of five big and three thick, and will follow the example of the fairy tale person and place opportunities in the folk. It is really interesting."

　　 Huang Ting retracted the outstretched fingers and spoke lightly, and then Zhao Yu, who was beside him, also looked at the small wooden knife in Xiaowa's hand, and responded:

"I have the impression of this little baby, like the sword. Grandpa is an extremely knowledgeable storyteller. Therefore, I also know the name of Grandpa Sage Sword. He is a good seedling. On the contrary, he is a lava boast. After all, he is a person from ancient times. In times, this kind of benevolent means is extremely common, because everyone’s talent is top-notch, and there is no guarantee that there will be unexpected gains in the future."

　　 "I will observe this little baby for a few years first. If he is talented and has a good temperament, I will accept him as an entry."

As soon as this remark came out, even Zhao Yu was a little surprised, because the Huang family, one of the fourteenth names, was the most proficient clan in the vast land of China. It seemed that this little baby was born with good luck. I heard Huang Ting's cold voice continue to ring in his ears:

"Although Lava Kua retains the customs of the ancient times, it is obviously not in line with our current situation in Daxia. The forbidden magical powers sealed in this knife made me feel shocked. If it is completely released, the entire Qinglong The main street will be completely shrouded in the sea of ​​fire. Such ability is in the hands of a young child. It is too dangerous. I will add another layer of prohibition!"

After 　　, Huang Ting opened his five fingers outwards, and suddenly the dazzling green light burst outwards, turning into a deep blue dragonfinch and gradually solidified, and then fluttered out of the carriage.

　　 "Liang Po, let's go, there are many places to go today, first go to Sitian Tower."

　　 "No!"

　　 Liangpo lightly waved the rein in his hand, and the whole carriage began to move forward slowly, getting faster and faster, and then it was directly submerged among the bustling crowd.

　　Half an hour [August One Chinese Website www.81zw.info] Chen, Zhao Yu and Huang Ting appeared on the eighth floor of Sitian Tower.

　　 The scene on this floor seems to be permanently frozen, unchanged from before. A huge bronze giant coffin lies in the center of the hall, while a beam of white light shines from above, covering the entire giant coffin, quiet and secluded.

　　 This beam of light comes from the map of mountains and seas, and is the ultimate cold light in the world.

　　 In this coffin, there is a person lying in the coffin, named Huang Zhao, who was once the sharpest sword saint in Daxia.

Zhao Yu and two slowly walked to the beam of light, then bowed their heads and stared at the giant coffin emitting a faint fluorescent light. They did not say anything for a long time. The identity of the people in the coffin and them are close relatives, but at this time they are separated by a coffin. see.

　　 "Come, your majesty, sit down and have a drink with your father."

Huang Ting took out a pot of wine from nowhere, raised his hand, and sat down cross-legged with Zhao Yu. Then Huang Ting waved his right hand forward. Three wine glasses appeared in front of him instantly, with a little melancholy. 'S voice came out:

"I remember when I was young, when the Chinese New Year came, my father and my sister's favorite thing was to fight wine, but my sister was too powerful, and every time he could drink the bad old man lying in the lock yuan coffin to the bottom of the table. Unconscious for days."

After finishing speaking, Huang Ting pulled out the wine jar in his hand, and suddenly a strong to the extreme smell of wine filled the entire eighth floor of Sitian Tower. The mellow aroma of this wine contained an extremely hot domineering atmosphere. , That was the pure and incomparable vitality of the world, and then Zhao Yu, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, brightened his eyes and said lightly:

　　 "It turned out to be Xuantian Wine. It seems that you hid it deeply, uncle. Before the hidden wine cellar in our palace was discovered, it was difficult to find a pot in the entire Baidi Palace."

　　 "With my ears and eyes, it's hard to think whether you like drinking or not, so I collected some wine on weekdays. If it weren't for Chinese New Year, I would not be willing to take out this Xuantian wine!"

Huang Ting smiled boldly, lifted the flask and filled all the wine glasses in front of him. At the same time, the Shuyuan coffin in front of the two of them, as if smelling the bursting and rich Daxia first liquor, suddenly began to tremble violently, and simultaneously The light green sword energy gushes out from the coffin and gradually turns into a huge bare deer.

As soon as the deer appeared, he rushed towards the wine glass below with the sharp air of splitting the void, and then lowered his head and inhaled, the cyan Xuantian wine in the whole wine glass was directly inhaled, and then the deer's intention was still not exhausted. Turn his gaze to the other two glasses of Xuantian Wine.

　　 Zhao Yu looked at the light deer made up of sword aura, with curiosity in his dark eyes. In addition to the unparalleled sharpness of the deer, there was a sense of intimacy from the blood.

　　 Huang Ting smiled lightly, gently pushed the other two wine glasses in front of Guanglu, and said at the same time:

　　 "This is my father's Dao soul, named Julu. It is a sword, but also a drunkard. Father is still sleeping in the coffin, but the Julu sword has woken up because of the mysterious smell of wine."

　　 Just as Huang Ting was talking, Guanglu had once again absorbed the two glasses of wine in front of him, and then Yang Tian gave a cry, and he slid back into the Suoyuan Coffin without hesitation, and the entire eighth floor of Sitian Tower continued to restore calm.

　　 Huang Ting picked up the jug and filled the two cups again, then pushed one cup to Zhao Yu, picked up one, and the two clinked the cup without talking, and drank it.

The two of them just took one cup after another, and then Zhao Yu squinted his eyes, and a hump of camel red flashed on his handsome cheeks, and he gently waved forward, and the same bronze appeared again in the center of the entire eighth floor hall. Giant coffin.

Maybe it was because I was slightly drunk, maybe the emotional depression was too hard, and then the young emperor, who had always been calm and calm, suddenly had unprecedented emotions on the eighth floor of Sitian Tower, where few people visited him. He lowered his head. Like an ordinary young man facing the imminent death of his family, he whimpered and repeated:

　　 "Rejected the lock-element coffin that I had gained through hard work, grandma, she won't live for a few days!"

　　 Huang Ting gently raised his hand to pat Zhao Yu's shoulder, and sighed slightly.

　　Emperor is also human.