Chapter 1567: Master Is Master (Subscribe)

Hongjun was confused.

He had no idea what was going on.

Wait a minute.

Let yourself communicate with the twelve ancestral witches.

Can you communicate successfully?

He has no doubt about this. He probably has no chance or possibility.

but.

When he came back to his senses, he saw Jiang Chi and the four of them looking at him, and the meaning was obvious.

No need to doubt anything else.

This was Jiang Chi's idea, he wanted to train Hongjun specially.

Let's see if this kid can pull it off.

"Ahem."

Hongjun was a little embarrassed, "Master, disciple, do your best, do your best."

But the subtext is: Master, don’t blame me if it doesn’t succeed.

Jiang Que had already mentioned the origin and identity of the Wu Clan, as well as their various magical features, on the way here.

Hongjun also took note of it.

but……

He doesn't really know much about ideas.

If you can't communicate well, what should you do?

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and his face was gloomy.

This job is not easy to do.

Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches are descendants of that great god, it is not easy to communicate, otherwise they would have been deceived.

It's not like we have to wait until they come.

so.

Hongjun was actually a little worried.

Can I succeed?

He didn't know.

Not at all.

Although the twelve ancestral witches are not strong now, each of them looks like a giant with muscles.

Maybe that great god from back then left behind a body-training technique.

However, no matter what the possibility is, we cannot treat the twelve groups of ancestral witches as if they are fools.

Can't cope with it either.

With the expectations of Jiang Chi and his group, Hongjun walked seriously to the Wu Clan station.

"Ahem, hello fellow Taoists of the Witch Clan."

Hongjun said hello with a smile on his old face.

"..."

But no one answered him.

It was as if he didn't exist, and no one took him seriously.

Just a look and no words said.

Didn't seem to hear it in general.

this……

Hongjun's old face couldn't bear it anymore.

Suddenly I felt a little embarrassed.

He was depressed and touched his nose, "Ahem, fellow Taoists of the Wu Clan, we are casual cultivators in the ancient wilderness, and we once met your Father God in the chaos.

I came here this time specifically to admire the majesty of your Father God.

…

In short, we don’t have any ill intentions towards you..."

Hongjun said this.

I also said a lot of things.

The cold and arrogant gaze of the Twelve Ancestral Witches swept across them like a cold and fierce look, which was extremely terrifying.

As if looking at a fool.

"Do you think we are stupid?"

An ancestor shaman said: "We have seen too many people like you."

Now they are not strong.

Naturally, I don’t want to deal with outsiders.

They think it's not the right time yet.

At least that's the case for now.

If something happens, it will be too late to regret it.

Not a good deal.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches will not do anything that is not worth the gain.

Moreover, they believed that Hongjun's words were flawed.

"Fellow Taoist, why do you say this?"

Hongjun widened his eyes and asked, "Everything I said is true. We really don't have any ill intentions. We really just came to admire the grace of your father God Pan. The ancient great god..."

This time.

Before he could finish speaking, he heard an ancestral witch say coldly: "Haha, you evildoer, don't try to deceive us.

Everyone knows that when our Father God was in Chaos, he was one of the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods.

thereafter.

He had a falling out with other Chaos Demon Gods because he wanted to create something new, so where did he find his Taoist friends?

If you were once one of the innate demon gods, you were probably one of the demon gods killed by my father, right? "

"yes."

Hongjun nodded depressedly.

He felt that there was nothing wrong, what this ancestral shaman said was true.

What can I do?

I can only agree.

Next, the ancestral witch began to speak again, "Ahem, there is one more thing.

Since you are all those who were beheaded by my Father God, how can you not have resentment in your heart, how can you not have other thoughts?

We are the descendants of God the Father. Are you coming here to take action against us to avenge your past? "

Hongjun: "..."

Hear the words.

Even though he couldn't hold his face, he felt that the ancestral witch's analysis was very clear.

But it always feels weird.

Still couldn't help but explain, "That's not the case, fellow Taoist, listen to me."

Before he could finish speaking, the ancestral witch waved his hand directly, "Needless to say, who doesn't know your thoughts?"

"..."

At this moment, Hongjun wanted to die.

His face turned gloomy and looked quite ugly, even though he recognized the logical relationship analyzed by the ancestral witch.

but.

He Hongjun really didn't come here for revenge.

Even if he was once arrogant, even if he was beheaded by the great god who created the world.

Speaking of which, he really had a murderous grudge against that person.

but……

He has long been relieved.

Back then, when I was still the Chaos Demon God, I always felt that the creation of the world was damaging the existing ones.

Now I don’t think so.

In the prehistoric world, it was pretty good.

There is nothing wrong with it.

But.

From the judgment of the ancestor witches, he and their father god have grievances.

As the saying goes, 'the son pays the father's debt', maybe he is here to cause trouble for them.

"Then what do you want?"

Hongjun couldn't help but said: "We just want to pay our respects to Pangu Temple, there is no need to be so defensive, right?"

If they don't open the formation, they can't go in.

This time.

Hongjun was in trouble.

It seems that the things that his master has entrusted have not been successful.

This matter made him very embarrassed.

He felt helpless in his heart, and looked back at Jiang Xiao with an innocent look.

He thought: "Master, it's not that I don't help, nor that I don't work hard, it's just that these ancestor witches in front of me are too stubborn.

They are simply stubborn.

I have tried my best."

But now

Jiang Que had a calm face, but shook his head slightly in his heart, "Everyone, I and my group are also good at physical training. I think you are also strong people who practice physical training. Why don't we have a fight?"

"Hmm?"

"You look like you have thin arms and legs, but you are actually good at physical training?"

"Are you lying?"

"We'll know whether it's true or not after we practice it."

"It just so happens that all of us like to practice physical training. If we have a good fight, it will be good for all of us."

"Then let them come in and fight. If they win, let them visit the Father God's palace and let them experience the Father God's power."

"..."

Although the words of these ancestor witches are unpleasant to hear, and although they sound a little weird.

But.

Jiang Que still feels a little weird.

If...

However, it's enough to get in.

If they really want to compare whose physical body is stronger, he thinks he should not fail.

On the contrary, Yang Jian has some possibilities.

Although he is a Daluo Jinxian, his physical body is not that strong.

Facing the ancient witches who specialized in physical cultivation, he was not their opponent at all, and it was difficult to predict the various results.

"But the current situation seems to be good."

Jiang Qi secretly said: "At least, I have the hope of a breakthrough, whether it is in the realm of cultivation or the possibility of physical body."

This is very good.

Being able to enter the settlement of the witches, there is still great hope for the future.

"..."

Not far away, Hongjun looked confused.

He was also confused.

He failed to succeed, but his master succeeded.

Is he really not good at this?

For a while.

Hongjun couldn't help but doubt himself, "Sure enough, the master is the master, and he succeeded as soon as he took action."

It seems that there is still a lot of way to go.

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