Small world, in front of the waterfall.
The three of them sat around the stone table, staring at each other.
"Brother Yan, what do you mean by the 'Ancient God of Power'?”
Su Yuanlong was extremely concerned about his son and was the first to break the silence.
"Brother Su, according to the punch that Han 'er threw at me just now…Cough, cough. En, let me describe it this way. If not for my natal spiritual energy protecting my heart meridian, I might have... Just... You know what I mean."
As Yan Tianque spoke, her face suddenly turned red. After all, she had just said that she would teach her nephew a lesson, but her nephew had almost taken her life with a single punch.
"I can say with absolute certainty that Han 'er is definitely the reincarnation of the ancient Power God. She lay dormant for twenty-six years before awakening!”
As she spoke, Yan Tianque started to get excited.
"That's great!"
Hearing this, Su Yuanlong slapped his thigh and almost jumped up.
Although Su Yuanlong was the strongest Holy Master in the Eastern Region, he still had a scar in his heart.
That was that his son could not cultivate.
When he attended the gathering of fellow daoists, his old friends from the same generation all showed off their sons.
And he, the person who had the best life in the circle of fellow daoists, actually had a son who refined skin.
But now, it was different!
What dogshit Pure Spirit Sacred Body? What dogshit Purity Spirit Body? In front of my son's ancient divine body, they're all f * cking trash!
At this moment, Su Yuanlong had already thought of an invisible pretentious excuse for the next gathering.
"Brother Su, what are you laughing at?"
Yan Tianque's voice pulled Su Yuanlong back to reality.
"Cough cough, I'm sorry brother Yan, I lost my composure."
"I just remembered something happy.”
Su Yuanlong said without batting an eyelid.
"Han 'er, do you feel anything strange about your body?”
Su Yuanlong and Yan Tianque turned their heads and stared at Su Han.
"Yesterday, I heard a whisper in my sleep."
"I don't know where that voice came from. I just feel that the voice is especially distant…"
Who was Su Han?
As a hardcore fantasy novel fan, wouldn't these pretentious words come easily?
"Nephew Han, did you hear the content of that voice?”
Not only Su Yuanlong, but even Yan Tianque's breathing had become heavier.
After all, if he had a nephew with an ancient divine body, as his uncle, it would be a great honor!
"Uh, it seems to be saying something…"
"The mighty Heavenly Tribulation…Might the Universe…"
"That voice was intermittent, I can't remember it clearly."
Su Han pretended to be in pain as he covered his head.
"Done!"
"Done!"
Hearing this, Yan Tianque jumped up from the stool.
"Brother Su, it's a deal!"
The Holy Lord of the Flaming Tune Holy Land, who was second only to one person and above tens of thousands of people, jumped up on the spot like Fan Jin.
Seeing Yan Tianque's expression, Su Yuanlong was slightly displeased.
It's not like he's your son. If you're so happy, what should I do as a father?
If it wasn't for Han 'er's mother, who gave birth to Han' er in the mortal world, he wouldn't have been able to do so.
Otherwise, Su Yuanlong would really let his imagination run wild.
"Cough cough…Brother Yan, what do you mean?”
Although Su Yuanlong's expression was as steady as an old dog, his heart was already in turmoil.
"The mighty heavenly tribulation, the might of heaven and earth!"
"These eight words are the introduction to the power god in the ancient literature!”
"I can guarantee that Nephew Han is the reincarnation of the ancient power god!”
Yan Tianque was so excited that she was incoherent.
"Great!"
Su Yuanlong also stood up.
"F * ck, this works too?"
"These eight words were made up by me!”
Su Han was speechless. He just used whatever words he liked.
This one in a trillion probability was actually fooled by him?
"Han 'er, let's go!"
"I'll immediately convene a sect meeting and pass the throne to you!”
Su Yuanlong waved his hand, his face flushed red with excitement.
At this moment, Su Yuanlong wished he could immediately show off his son to the entire world.
"Wait, wait, father, wait!”
"You can't rush the matter of passing the throne to me. You can't be so hasty."
Su Han also stood up abruptly from the bench.
He didn't hate the fast pace, but this pace was a little too fast.
On the first day of transmigration, he became a Holy Master.
This was too fast.
Su Han couldn't take it anymore.
He had yet to figure out the system, so it was better to be a little more stable.
At the very least, he would have to wait for a week or two before taking the throne.
Su Han wasn't like those stupid main characters, who called him the Alliance Leader or Holy Lord, and even pretended to be a good person, dilly-dallying, and pushing and pushing.
Su Han was different. I'll be the one directly!
What Holy Master, Alliance Master, as long as you dare to give it to me, I'll take responsibility!
If you don't give it to me, I'll snatch it from you!
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