The Glorious Summoner

There is a saying that if you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight, which is about the two sides of things.

For Xia Ping'an, when he was about to play the card of Mad God and use this card to protect his body, he was ready to withstand the pressure brought by this card, but he did not expect that the pressure came so quickly. .

The flutist’s popularity came to the mad **** to settle the accounts, and he also claimed to have a great array of gods of the sacred weapon level. Looking at the appearance of the flute, now the flutist can’t find the mad god, he is ready to throw fire on his head, look. Today, this matter is hard to get right.

"I'm Mei Zheng!" Xia Ping'an said while looking at the people of the flutist, with a calm expression on his face, "What is my relationship with the mad god? Having received the favor of the mad **** senior, I will be the mad **** senior next!"

As soon as Xia Pingan said this, many of the godsons, the goddess family, and the onlookers of the summoners secretly cheered in their hearts. These words were beautiful and tough, even in the face of the mighty flutist. This Mei Zheng didn't lose the reputation of the mad **** and his own reputation, it was good.

"You're crazy..." Shu Longxi's face turned pale, he looked at Xia Ping'an with a worried look, and quickly transmitted the sound to Xia Ping'an, "The flute family can do everything?"

Xia Ping'an gave Shu Longxi a look that made her feel relieved, and the sound transmission only said two words, "Don't worry..."

"Hahaha, you're blocking it, can you afford it?" The elder of the flute family laughed wildly, his voice was cold, and the powerful Nine Suns Realm Summoner's strong aura had enveloped Xia Ping'an. , Several hexagrams symbolizing the domain have been looming, and it seems that Xia Ping’s can be crushed into powder with the domain in the next second. The colors of the people around are all changed, and the voice of the elders of the flute is full of hatred and madness. , "180 years ago, the mad **** in the Red Moon Secret Realm severely injured my ancestor of the demi-god of the flute, so that my ancestor of the flute almost fell from the position of the demi-god, forever breaking the road to the gods, such a deep hatred, you What's the burden?"

"I didn’t know any of the fluteists before. At this moment, the mad **** senior has already left. The flute is not chasing the mad **** senior at this moment, but here in the dark clouds, he wants to make trouble for me, not just for some interest. Huh..." Xia Pingan sneered, opened his hand directly, and took out a bachelor's face that is not afraid of death, a horse face is drawn to an old man, a pair of triangular eyes sneered, staring at the flute people, "you just It’s okay to treat me as a disciple of the mad god. Anyway, isn’t your flutist just looking for trouble with the mad god? The grievances of the mad god, it’s enough for me to continue this with my life..."

The people around were stunned, the flute elder's side was like thunder shaking, the surrounding light was changing and distorting, and the realm was about to emerge, it seemed that Xia Ping'an was going to be crushed in the next second.

Shu Longxi looked anxious, just about to jump out, but he was caught by the elders of Shu Long family, unable to move. This was the contradictory grievances between the mad **** and the most powerful family of gods, and the mad **** broke the flute. An ancestor’s road to enshrining the gods, this grudge is too great, any god-born family wants to be involved, they must first weigh the weight of this.

"Mei Zheng, as long as you kneel down and beg for mercy now, knocking a hundred beeps against our flute on this Qianjun Mountain, and handing over the lightning flying boat that the mad **** just gave you atonement, I will forgive you not to die, otherwise, As soon as my field moves, I will crush you to pieces..."

"Hahaha..." Xia Ping'an suddenly laughed wildly, sounded like a tiger roaring and shook the sky, and could be heard within a hundred miles. He contemptuously stretched out a finger and pointed at the elder of the flute family, "Come... …Come on, today, senior friends from Gaoxian are here to testify, I’m standing here today, you quickly use your domain to crush me into dregs, I will never return my hand, nor frown, if I If you can't do it, I am raised by your fluteists. If your fluteists dare not do anything to me today, you are mine. If you have the seeds, come and gamble with me!"

"Laughter..." The old flute's expression changed, and he shouted angrily, and the thunder rolled around him, the trees around the main peak of Qianjun Mountain were broken and the grass was broken, and the breath of that violent field followed this rage, like a peerless beast, fiercely fierce. Sweeping towards Xia Ping An, and Xia Ping An stood there, motionless, letting the breath collide with him.

Xia Pingan was still smiling, but there was a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinned, revealing blood-colored teeth stained with blood, but still looked at the flute elder with contempt. Come on, are you just so capable? Use the realm to crush me directly. Why is it still hidden? Your realm is not very good..."

"Are you really afraid of death?" The flute family always looked at Xia Ping'an, with one hand already raised, "Then I will fulfill you!"

"Of course I am afraid of death, but I know that if I die, the mad **** will use the lives of all of your fluteists to bury me in the future. It's not a loss, do you think it is, why should I be afraid..."

As soon as Xia Pingan said this, the elders of the fluteist and all the fluteists all changed their faces.

Although Xia Ping’an never said that he was a descendant of the mad god, this sentence seemed to have been heard in the ears of everyone.

It was admitted.

If the flute parents dare to let the mad **** break their roots, then the mad god’s equal vengeance is absolutely unbearable for the flutist. Facing the mad **** like the madman, the flutist will have to bear the consequences, which may be tragic. Ten thousand times.

Xia Ping'an smiled, with a spirit that completely regarded the fluteists as nothing, like a mad **** standing behind him. Xia Ping'an's momentum was a little bit harsher than the flute's elders. There should be only one formation. There are not many strong people who can control this kind of artifact-level formation. How many people can the artifact-level formation protect? If I die, in the future, unless your flute family will stay at home forever So, always be the tortoise bachelor and stay at home, otherwise, you can try how many people from your fluteists can survive in the future, well, come and kill me..."

There was silence on Qianjun Mountain, as if the wind in the surrounding air had stopped, everyone was staring at the flute elder and Xia Pingan.

Seeing Xia Ping's unscrupulous and mad face and the irritating pair of triangular eyes who were sneering at him, the old flute's brows who had just spoken to Xia Ping'an were brows, his face was blue, and the atmosphere around him was like candles. It was as dark as it was, but unknowingly, a drop of cold sweat had quietly appeared on the sideburns of the flute elder.

Originally, the elder of the flute family wanted to suppress the reputation of the mad **** with his power. It would be better if he could take the lightning flying boat that the mad **** had just sent, but he did not expect that he encountered a real hardship. , All of a sudden made it difficult to ride a tiger.

If he really does anything to Mei Zheng here, the consequences will probably be unbearable for the whole flutist.

Just when the flute family was in a dilemma, the elder of the Shulong family coughed and opened his mouth, "Mr. Mei, the elder of the flute was just an angry statement, in accordance with the rules of blood revenge between the goddess family, Senior Mad God and the flute have grievances. It is right for the flute to seek revenge from the Mad God senior. I have no right to interfere, but you can rest assured that the flute will always not attack you. , It’s not the style of the gods’ family, Mei Gongzi has a deep relationship with the mad **** predecessors, even if the two family’s grievances involve Mei Gongzi, the entire flutist can have a big family, but can use it with Mei Gongzi in the name of blood relatives and revenge. It is only the disciple of the Qiyang realm flute family who is the same as Mei Gongzi to solve the grievances. Unless there is only one fluteist, this rule cannot be broken. It is the iron law that each goddess family has obeyed for countless thousands of years, elder flute. ,how do you feel?"

The elders of Shu Long’s words are for the fluteists to step down. The flute elders naturally understand, and the elders of other families also understand. At this time, naturally no one wants to jump out and deliberately make it unsightly for the fluteist. So most They all watched the play silently.

The flute veteran took a deep breath, and the atmosphere around him disappeared suddenly. He looked at Xia Ping'an coldly, and said with a cold face~www.readwn.com~ Shulong veteran was right, our flute As the representative of the Godly family, naturally it will not break the rules of the Godly family. I am here today. I will not move you. A month later, my flute family will have a **** son of the Seven Suns realm. He will be with you on the main peak of the Qianjun Mountain. In World War I, if you dare not come, you can say now, leave everything on your body, and in the future, if you see my flute disciple again, knock three heads by yourself, and then retreat from Baili, this is also the rule... "

Xia Ping'an smiled slightly and said proudly, "Okay, one month later, I will be here to learn what the flute children can do!"

"Okay, then it's settled..." the old flute said, taking a long sword, and directly shattering the long sword to the ground. After staring at Xia Ping'an, he turned around without saying a word. With a wave of his hand, he brought a group of fluteists back to the flute's flying boat. The flute's flying boat flashed in the blink of an eye, and it turned into an electric light and disappeared at the end of the sky.

The surrounding summoners, who dared not even dared to show up just now, watched the scene, in front of the people eating melons. This kind of grievances between the mad **** and the goddess family involved the road to the conquest of gods, and others. The Godly family did not dare to intervene, let alone them.

At this time, seeing the flute's people returning to the sky and leaving the flying boat, the summoners around Qianjun Mountain suddenly boiled.

"One month later, the disciple of the mad god's younger generation and the divine son of the flute family once again engaged in a battle against the main peak of Qianjun Mountain..."

"This is the battle of the **** son, the real dragon fight, or the **** son of the secluded realm..."

"There is a good show..."

Not to mention the onlookers of summoners, even the gods, one by one looked at Xia Ping'an with special eyes...