In the midst of the fire, Haotian walks out of the hospital with Yu ban. The road is smooth and no one dares to stop him.

Just then.

"Sir, I think you have too much murderous spirit to become a great road. It's better to take me as a teacher and practice with me to cultivate one's moral character, reduce sin and accumulate virtue."

"In this way, maybe in a hundred years, we will be able to soar to the upper world and achieve a fairyland."

I don't know where he came from. He was dressed in cloth clothes, but he was full of mud and dirty. He still had a goatee on his chin. He looked at Haotian and said with chiseled words.

Seeing this, Yu's face flickered with a trace of calmness, pointing to the old man and swearing: "where are you from? Don't talk nonsense. Get out of here!"

"You're the magic wand. I'm dragon tiger mountain, the first Heavenly Master. I look at the palm face to face. I'm a unique geomantic omen. I'm all surprised!" When the old man with white hair heard this, he was furious and ran to his chest. He said in a loud voice, his eyes were full of pride.

Haotian reaches out and stops Yu Jin. His eyes are calm and his hands are on his back. He looks at the old man quietly.

Then, he opened his mouth slowly and said, "since you say you are the first Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, I believe that you must be proficient in fortune telling and phase counting."

"In that case, why don't you take a look at my palms?"

With that, Haotian stepped forward, rolled up his sleeve, and then stretched out his right hand.

"Just look at it. I can see your fate in one second. I can see it in a second." The old man with white hair said very haughtily.

Then, he took Haotian's hand, separated his five fingers, put them flat in his hands, and watched.

Can, just looked at Haotian your palms... The old man's face, then suddenly one side.

This.

This palm?!

Haotian's handprint... Like the Yangtze River, surging, like a huge wave, can swallow up the sky.

Each line, like the mountains, is continuous and has the potential to tilt buildings.

This moment.

The old man seemed to fall into Haotian's palms, and countless illusions appeared in his mind.

Haotian's palms make his mind tremble.

Even.

In the faint, he also heard... A roar from the sky.

The sound.

It's strange. It looks like a tiger rather than a tiger, like a lion but not a lion.

This... This... This is the Dragon chant?!

Me.

My God, my infinite heaven!

This son, unexpectedly... Bear the appearance of a real dragon!

Wait...

no!

The sound is still increasing, one, two, three...

nine... Nine!

A total of... Nine dragon, in the roar, sound, deafening, shaking ancient and modern!

In the old man's mind, a word that he almost forgot:

Jiulong supreme Prime Minister!

This son is the supreme Prime Minister of Kowloon!

"Old man... How... Do you see my destiny?" Haotian Mou son is calm, light mouth asks a way.

His gentle inquiry, like the evening bell, immediately pulled the old man with white hair back from the endless surge.

"Pooh

At the moment of returning to God, the old man suddenly felt a tremor, and his painstaking efforts came out of his mouth vigorously.

The Prime Minister of Kowloon.

Shake heaven and earth, God and ghost close.

Is it that he, a little master of dragon and tiger mountain, can spy on him? The old man with white hair can't bear the supreme spirit like the stormy waves.

The internal organs and six internal organs are directly injured by shock.

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