Immortality Cultivation Era

Fulong’s IQ is not low.

Listening to Gao Ge said this, my heart has already some understanding.

“How long will the third secret will open?”

Gao Ge looked at the calendar on the phone and counted the days.

In fact, when he was just born again, he marked all the things that have happened in his memory of important days. He was worried that he would forget these things if he was confused, and wait until his mobile phone broke. When he is, he will re-mark it once. After all, good memory is not as bad as a bad one. Only when important things are recorded, is it the most difficult to forget.

Of course, this kind of practice also needs to bear some risks, such as the mobile phone suddenly lost, and fell into the hands of the opponent.

Fortunately, this has not happened yet.

Gao Ge is hesitating.

Isitate to ask for it.

After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath.

"I need to go see the Dragon King."

Fu Long thought for a moment, nodded, seems to have guessed something.

"Don't worry, wait."

Then, Fu Long took the singer and advanced an office. Then he picked up his mobile phone and called again. Soon, a young woman in a professional attire walked in with a stack of documents. Also wearing a pair of black high-heeled shoes, the heel and the floor to make a "beep" sound, listening to the extra crisp.

"Fulong adults."

Fu Long nodded to the other side, then pointed to the high song.

"Tell him the news you have now."

The girl's eyebrows are contemptuous and seem to hesitate.

"What are you hesitating?" The sound of Fulong suddenly became cold.

The girl took a deep breath and said calmly: "The Gao Zongzhu is not the person of our Dragon Pavilion, and this matter involves the secrets of our Dragon Pavilion."

Fu Long slaps on the table, and the body is murderous.

"I let you say."

The girl sighed.

"Yes."

Obeying orders is also their duty.

She put the folder in front of the high song, and the song was not polite. After opening the folder, she found that there were still a few photos in it. He took the photo and looked at it carefully. The brows were also screwed together because the photos looked even more. Like a murder scene, every photo is a corpse on top of it, and the death looks very stern, one by one, like a sly ghost.

"These are all those who do it?"

"Although there is no definitive evidence yet, the probability is 70%. These bodies were discovered in Hutou City before, and the atmosphere of the Yamato-Yin-Yang Division was also discovered."

"That is them." Gao Ge said.

"Not sure yet..."

"You don't need to be sure, they are not, they have to die." The voice of Gaoge suddenly became cold.

The girl nodded, no ink, and continued: "According to these photos, we now have reason to suspect that the Yin and Yang masters of Yamato are refining our souls in China."

"Refining the soul?" sang a song. "Isn't that the means of the ghosts?"

"In fact, the Yin and Yang division of Yamato has a relationship with the former ghosts." The girl said helplessly.

Gaoge's face is gloomy.

This ghost...

It’s really a sinister ghost!

When the ghosts were in the past, the purpose of singing was to completely destroy the ghosts.

Unexpectedly, the ghosts have disappeared, but the so-called Yin and Yang division has appeared.

but.

The ghosts are also good, and the Yin and Yang masters of Yamato are also the enemies that must be killed in the eyes of Gaoge.

Just then, there was a sudden sigh of relief outside.

Fulong was somewhat dissatisfied, stood up, opened the door, looked at the busy Dragon Pavilion members outside, and shouted: "What? What is the rule?"

"Fulong adults, the foreign hunting list has been updated!" whispered a member of the nearest Dragon Pavilion of Fulong.

Fu Long gave a slight glimpse and asked: "There are more people in our Dragon Pavilion?"

"No."

"Since it is not the people of our Dragon Pavilion who are on the hunting list, what are you making noises?" Fu Long was dissatisfied.

"It is a high sovereign..."

Fu Long walked forward.

"High song? He went to the hunting list?"

"Yes……"

Standing in front of the computer, Fu Long stared at the computer monitor in front of him, his mouth twitching.

......

Gao Ge looked at the information and asked: "Hunting list, what is that?"

"The internationally ranked list exists in the dark world. Everyone on the list is considered to be a well-known international strongman. Moreover, as long as the people on the list are hunted, they can get bonuses." The girl in front of the song sang slowly.

Gao Ge laughed: "If you say this, whoever is on the hunting list, isn't it going to be stared at by many killers?"

"The killer is actually nothing. Many internationally powerful cultivators will be coveted. After all, the prizes on the top are very rich. Now, the first place on the hunter list is our Chinese dragon king. ”

"Dragon King?" Gao Ge sneered, "They are really courageous."

"Not only that, the Dragon King's bounty has reached 50 billion."

Speaking of this, the girl paused, worried that the high song did not understand, added another sentence, "US dollars."

Gao Ge: "..."

Five billion dollars?

Is it to assassinate the Dragon King?

These people... are they so crazy?

"And, we now have enough reason to suspect that the people in the land have also made money."

Gao Ge shook his head.

Even if it is 50 billion, Gao Ge does not believe that someone can kill the Dragon King.

That is the strongest person in China.

Even the strongest standing at the top of the world!

It is precisely because of the existence of the Dragon King that the Xiu Xianjie of China can stand at the top of the world.

However, the words that the girl said are also believed.

It was because of the existence of the Dragon King that those who had the sacred martial arts had to look at the face of the Dragon Pavilion.

There are dragon king's dragon pavilion, and dragon pavilion without dragon king, it is completely different.

At this time, Fu Long has come in, holding a tablet in his hand.

"High song, you are on the hunt."

Gao Ge reached out and took the tablet from Fu Long’s hand.

"I? Who do I provoke?"

Fu Long didn't talk, but his eyes were a little worried.

"What is the number I am?" asked Gao Ge.

"Twenty-three."

"Twenty-three? Not me, it is a boxer in the Bald Eagle Country, called Lucerne."

"Well?" Fulong stunned, "has it changed?"

The high song continued to look down and saw that fifty people did not find themselves.

"Look up." The girl standing opposite the singer said.

The high song turned up again and finally saw his name.

"The 17th place..." Speaking of this, Gao Ge also picked up a string of numbers behind his name, and the vocal cords were stuck.

"A, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million, ten million, one billion, one billion... eight billion dollars?"

Gao Ge raised his head and looked at Fu Long: "I... can I commit suicide on the spot?"