The old man did not hide his malice towards Chu Tian at all. Chu Tian smiled and bowed deeply: "Dare you ask your father-in-law Gao's name? Is there any arrangement for this city of Zhu Xiexie?"

The old man snorted coldly and raised his head proudly: "I am a third-class manager of Naisa..."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Tian had suddenly appeared in front of the old man. His right palm suddenly expanded several times in size, carrying a ball of evil wind, shattering a small void and slapped it hard on the old man's face.

He couldn't even hum, and the old man was knocked away while spinning. Chu Tian's slap was extremely heavy. The old man brought up an extremely thin line of fire like a meteorite, and instantly flew into the atmosphere of a small world thousands of miles away, roughly tore the atmosphere of the small world and hit the ground of the small world hard.

With a loud bang, a cloud of mushrooms rose at the old man's landing site, and a mountainous area of ​​thousands of miles was destroyed. After the smoke and dust dissipated, he saw a deep pit with a diameter of thousands of miles. The old man with a bruised nose fainted in the center of the big pit, and his body was twitching unconsciously.

He took action when he had a disagreement. Chu Tian smiled gently and bowed to the surroundings: "Everyone, I am not arrogant and unrestrained, but this old dog is lawless... What is my identity? The only true disciple of the Saint Master Qinglian."

With a sneer, Chu Tian's smile suddenly became gloomy. He sneered: "Where is this old dog? The first and third-class general manager of the Sa family! Hehe, if a direct young master of the Sa family comes forward, this is the territory of the Sa family, I will naturally respect the landlords and will not do anything too much!"

Shaking his head, Chu Tian sneered: "A mere first and third-class general manager, a mere slave leader who is driven away, dares to blew my nose and stare at me... Do you look down on me?"

There was a silence around, and those who watched the fun from afar dispersed.

This Sashi general manager who has never been able to name his name was a waste of time. Chu Tian said it makes sense. As the only disciple of the Saint Lord Qinglian, no matter what he did, the one who can talk to him fairly would at least be the core figure of the Sashi!

Chu Tian said that the "direct young master" of Sa's family can have an equal dialogue with him... According to the identity of "Qinglian Saint Lord", this is actually too modest.

Unless the parents of the "directed young master" are at the worst, the grandfather of his own father, and the grandmother is the saint of Hedao Realm, and cannot be the nameless "family trump card" type of saint, but must be the kind of saint who is famous and famous in the Holy Spirit Heaven. Only such a "directed young master" is qualified to stand in front of the "Qinglian Holy Lord" and have an equal dialogue.

A third-level manager of the Saints dared to use that attitude and the "only disciple" of the "Qinglian Saint" and deserved it even if he was killed!

Many people know that a mere third-level manager of the Sa family would never dare to use such an attitude to target the only disciple of a famous Saint Lord.

So, there is someone behind this level 3 manager.

It is very likely that this person is a young master of Sa's family who was unlucky and was snatched by Chu Tian and King Hiro.

More people know that unless the direct blood relative of the young master of the Sa family who instigated the third-level chief manager to cause trouble had enough power, the direct blood relatives within three generations must at least have a holy master in the Hedao Realm, the Sa family will definitely deprive him of all his power and welfare, and from then on, from the young master of the Sa family with an unlimited future, they will turn from a poor "family parasite".

Chu Tian was standing in the void and sneering. In front of him, a mighty middle-aged man wearing a tall crown of topaz, a yellow robe, and even his face was covered with a layer of light yellow.

The middle-aged man nodded to Chu Tian with a smile and said gently: "Saint Lord Qinglian? I have known your master for thousands of years, but he didn't tell me when did he accept such an apprentice as you?"

Chu Tian smiled and nodded to the middle-aged man: "Senior, my senior's cultivation is probably ten thousand years, and a hundred thousand years is a blink of an eye. It's just a short time to retreat once. So, I'm afraid I haven't met my senior for a thousand years? Is it possible that the senior's exact age? "

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and a little yellow light flashed across his eyebrows. A thick and soft waved across Chu Tian's body with the thick and dense unique to the earth, but also with the light and elegant soul thoughts unique to the breeze.

Chu Tian did not use a strange treasure to block the aura, and let the middle-aged man's soul sweep his upgraded body.

"You...you...your bone age...is actually!" The middle-aged man was already a powerful figure in the Hedao Realm, but he still couldn't control his shock and his mouth twitched violently several times: "You are not as good as a thousand years old? Your cultivation..."

Chu Tian smiled "hehe" and took a deep breath. A quick flash of his mind, Wuxiang Qinglian taught him when he was bored a few days ago, the "Wuxiang Qinglian's Fundamental Sutra" he practiced by Wuxiang Qinglian himself. His magic power suddenly ejaculated out of his body according to the initial method of the exercises.

With a loud "boom", the void shook violently. Behind Chu Tian, ​​a huge green lotus with more than a thousand green petals appeared. Each green petal had green traces of green green, and each dark green trace represented a magical cultivation of a disaster. On these huge green petals, except for the outermost one, there were nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine green marks on the other petals.

The magic power cultivation of thousands of kalpas!

The bone age and soul breath that is less than a thousand years old!

The middle-aged man's body shook slightly, and his face became stiff.

In Xuanguang County, in dozens of super giant worlds that were extremely distant, many powerful soul thoughts swayed slightly, causing the void around Chu Tian to roll, boiling like porridge.

The vision in the void instantly subsided, and the middle-aged man took a deep breath and chuckled: "My name is Sa..."

The Wuxiang Qinglian appeared silently from Chu Tian. He looked at the middle-aged man with his hands behind his back, and suddenly curled his lips and sneered: "Sa Yimo, Sa Shibaer, hehe, when did you get along with my old master? I remember that you met the old master for the last time 27,000 years ago, but you were beaten to the point of bruising and swollen face... almost..."

The Wuxiang Qinglian monster laughed.

Sa Yi suddenly saw Wuxiang Qinglian appearing in person, and then looked at the huge Wuxiang Qinglian body and the huge Zhuxie City behind Chu Tian. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Wuxiang Qinglian, why are you all old acquaintances? Why should you reveal your shortcomings?"

Sa Yi suddenly laughed and said, "Haha, my family is an old dog who doesn't know the noble person. I offended the Holy Lord. Please forgive me! Haha, I personally treat the Holy Lord. I'll forget the unhappiness just now, right?"
Chapter completed!