Chapter 377

When lvya'er arrived in the northern China, there was a wooden boat rippling with the waves on the North Sea. Every time she shook gently, it would pass a very long distance, as if it had the ability to directly penetrate the space.

On the seemingly simple wooden boat, there stood a powerful monk. Almost everyone was surrounded by visions

At the front is an ordinary middle-aged monk, sitting at the bow of the boat, leisurely clinging to a bamboo stick and seriously fishing.

But on the bamboo stick, let alone the fish hook, there is not even a fish line

Behind the middle-aged friar, there was also a very young man. Compared with those friars nearby, his accomplishments were almost worthless, but his status was above him. Only he had the opportunity to chat with the middle-aged friar occasionally and burst out a few hearty laughter from time to time.

Different from the indifferent man, this one was full of unspeakable warmth.

He is not tall, with a pleasant round face, round eyes, upturned corners of his mouth, and a spring breeze like smile on his face.

Whenever his laughter sounded, it always made people feel good involuntarily. Even the cold sea seemed to have sunshine.

His accomplishments are only in the period of Yuanying, but his words and deeds are full of a kind of vigorous self-confidence. It is a temperament engraved in his bones, which has nothing to do with the realm. Compared with him, the real kings and emperors behind him seem to be somewhat eclipsed.

"Elder martial brother Bahuang, several senior masters have not done it for thousands of years, but they have joined hands to cover up the secret for you this time. It can be seen that they attach great importance to you... This time, I will take a good look at the elder martial brother's style... Ha ha, after returning to the fairy tomb, I can also talk to those guys who have never seen the world!"

The young man took out a bamboo stick from nowhere and squatted down beside the middle-aged monk with great interest. He fished like a fish.

If an outsider hears his address to the middle-aged monk, it is estimated that his chin will fall to the ground. He is one of the three supreme masters in the mountain and sea world. He is just a primordial monk. He even calls him a senior brother without respect.

The middle-aged monk smiled with disapproval and moved aside to make room for him. However, his eyes kept staring at the empty stick head. It seemed that a fish would come to the door the next moment.

His voice is very soft, with a strange magnetism, which makes people listen. It seems that his ear holes will rustle.

"What's my ability when senior brother Zhuyu of Sanqing is in front of me? I just hope you don't violate the will of several senior teachers and don't have the face to see them back!"

"Ten thousand years ago, senior brother Sanqing was famous in that war, but who knows that it was senior brother Bahuang who did the most? If you hadn't arranged the array, how could the ancient fierce soul attached to the barbarian emperor retreat so easily?"

He also heard the story between the two elder martial brothers. The young man's eyes shrunk slightly and his face became serious, but he was born with such a face and his smile remained unabated.

"Before I left, the senior Masters said that elder martial brother has taken a good road these years. Only elder martial brother you can resolve this great disaster!"

"Really? Younger martial brother Yuanhao, that's what the teachers think highly of... But since the disaster is at the head, I should do my best!"

The smile on the face of the eight wasteland Supreme Master was still light, but there was a happy look in his eyes.

How high are the eyes of those masters? He grew up with them when he was young, and then went out of the mountain and joined the WTO. He did so many great things, but he didn't hear a few words of praise in his life, but he didn't expect to hear it in the mouth of a little younger martial brother after so many years.

Naturally, he wouldn't think that the younger martial brother was flattering casually. He didn't need these empty heads and brains.

For the mountain and sea world, they are the real masters. Everyone is the son of the mountain and sea, a person whose luck is favored by the world.

Those masters accept apprentices, regardless of their qualifications and realm, but only their luck. Although the little younger martial brother's cultivation is not impressive now, he is likely to go up to the sky in the next moment.

This is not nonsense. Even Ba Huang himself is like this.

When the South China Sea animal tide, he should rob the mountain. At that time, Yuan Ying's cultivation was at the initial stage.

But as soon as I got out of the mountain, I fell in a valley.

A primordial friar can fall when walking. It sounds like coke, but in fact, he inexplicably led to an ancient prohibition, and then got an ancient immortal inheritance.

With that inheritance, he became a master of array. Relying on the records in the inheritance, he broke into countless desperate and dangerous places. Every time, he was in danger. In just a few decades, he repaired from a primordial infant to the realm of Zhenjun, and then got out of control, and finally became the supreme position.

When he was most lucky, he could dig out the essence milk of Lingquan by digging a pit casually, and buy some rags casually. They would be ancient exotic treasures that others had eyes on. When traveling in mountains and rivers, natural materials and earth treasures would be automatically sent to the door

Almost every immortal tomb disciple will have such a situation. No one knows that the three supreme masters in the mountain and sea world have actually grown up in this way

Yuan Hao seemed very happy for him, and continued happily: "the senior masters also said that among the three senior brothers, senior brother Bahuang, you have the most detailed mind. This disaster is unusual. There are many puzzling things. You still need your mind to slowly peel off the cocoon and reveal it to the world."

With a faint smile, the eight wasteland Supreme Master suddenly remembered something and asked softly, "how are you, teachers?"

Yuan Hao smiled brightly: "it's still like that... Master Zun scolds God three times a day. The second master likes to whip people, and the third master hides in the house to raise ants every day."

The eight wasteland Supreme Master smiled more and more, but he was unwilling to evaluate the three masters. Instead, he asked, "there are three people in each generation after the immortal tomb's entry into the world, but why are there only two in your group?"

"Well... Senior master said that a senior brother had been out of the mountain and entered the WTO hundreds of years ago... I think I can meet him this time."

"Hundreds of years ago?" Ba Huang frowned slightly.

He is one of the three supreme masters. Although he is in Central China and rarely shows up, his forces are so strong that the news is the most well-informed.

The immortal tomb disciples can stir up the wind and cloud when they enter the world. They will never be unknown. But why has he never heard of them for hundreds of years?

The wooden boat was about ten feet long before and after. The two of them spoke at the front and said extremely shocking things, but the more than ten real emperors and real kings in the rear seemed to turn a deaf ear, and the expression on their faces had not changed.