Chapter 2268: Meet up

"Xia Ping, come over."

At this time, a familiar voice was introduced into Xia Ping's sea of ​​consciousness, and Xia Ping immediately perceed that this was the voice of his master, the Northern Saint.

He looked up and saw the northern sage standing in the distance, and there were many powerful saints around the northern sage. Every breath was like an abyss. It was unfathomable.

In particular, several old people standing beside the saints of Beiming, as if even the laws of the universe are retreating from them, the concept of life and death disappears in them.

He immediately knew that these old people were obviously able to compare with their own masters, even the more powerful ancestors of the human race, and the peers of this universe, reaching the invincible saints.

Hey!

Thinking of this, Xia Ping did not hesitate, and his body shape flashed, and immediately came to the North Saint.

"master."

Xia Ping greeted the sage of Beiming.

At this time, he only perceives the breath of his master. It seems to be more unfathomable. It seems that countless laws of the universe have emerged in his own masters and have formed a perfect world law.

It seems that the master himself is a universe, and the tyranny is horrible.

Originally, he thought that he would be promoted to immortality, and even after killing the ancient saints, he would be able to compare with his master, the Northern Saints, but now, it is still far from you.

Of course, after Xia Ping was promoted to immortality, it was a great reduction in the distance between himself and the master of the North.

Hey! ! !

Suddenly, many of the saints' eyes were gathered in Xia Ping. Among them, there were also Che Guangliang, Huang Yong and other masters. Each of them was also very strange, a little annoyed and scornful.

Of course, they did not reach the level of anger.

After all, Xia Ping just pitted a little of the points on these sage disciples, and did not end up with a big enemy of life and death. It was only a pit.

The most important thing is that no matter how thick Xia Ping's face is, he is always a peerless enchanting, amazing talent, just a genius who has been promoted to immortality for decades.

Based on this alone, no saint would dare to slap him three points.

Of course, there is another important reason. Because the Northern Saint is the master of Xia Ping, there is such a tyrannical master, even if someone has any thoughts, they dare not show it here.

"Well, I will introduce it to you, this is a happy old ancestor, one of our ancestors."

The Northern Saints introduced Xia Ping to the saints on the scene.

"Good ancestors."

Xia Ping squinted his eyes: "I don't know if my ancestors met for the first time?"

Meet up? !

When I heard this, a group of saints had a strange face. I knew that this kid was thick and thief thick. They didn’t expect the face to be thick enough. When they met, they wanted to find the ancestors to meet.

The ancestors of the old ancestors also smoked involuntarily. He did not expect that he would be ruined one day, and he was still a junior.

"Xia Ping, what are you talking about, will you talk?"

The northern sage screamed: "What kind of characters are the ancestors of the people? They are rich and rich, and they are still in the sky. They can still miss a little gift. They know that they have to meet each other all day. It is really ignorant."

"I am sorry for the master, I am a bit too much. In fact, I don't care if I meet you. If I don't, I will try my best to contribute to the Terran. I will do my best."

Xia Ping said cleverly.

"It is right to know the mistake. If you know the mistake, you will improve Mo Dazhen."

The northern sage nodded, then he turned to look at the ancestors: "The ancestors, I am really sorry, my apprentice is like this, from the countryside, a little unruly, young, just a child, I thought When the elders meet for the first time, they will give a face-to-face ceremony and give them a red envelope. I hope that the ancestors can forgive him for his arrogance and deliberation."

Seeing that these two monks sang in one, many saints felt that their mouths were cramping. What are they doing, is it a public extortion? Too shameless, but also shameless.

It’s as if you don’t give a gift, they don’t know the rules.

And Xia Ping is now very young, only a few decades old. In their eyes, there is no difference between them and the three-four-year-old kid. It’s just a child’s remark that they can’t say anything.

If Che Guangliang and others dare to say these words, it is estimated that they will be drawn.

"Nothing, just a child. As the elders meet for the first time, it is indeed a meeting."

Happy ancestors felt that they had been forced into Liangshan by the monks of Beiming. Even if they didn't give it, it would be normal for the elders to give a small gift to the children. No one dares to say no.

And as a figure of the ancestor level, if the gift is given less, it will be lighter, I am afraid it will be looked down upon.

He thought about it and grabbed a piece of things from his body. It was a white stone.

Suddenly the moment the white stone appeared, all the saints felt that the hundreds of millions of kilometers seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog, seemingly trapped in an infinite fantasy, layered and unable to extricate themselves.

"This is a misty stone!"

Some saints couldn't help but screamed and recognized the origin of this stone, which was a little unbelievable.

"Yes, this is the fog stone."

Xiaoyao's ancestors smiled slightly: "When the last time the illusion of the illusion was annihilated, although the illusionary ancestors blew their sacred sacred sacred bead, the source of this sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred After coming back, after a few days of hardening, I finally formed a misty stone."

"It is actually a treasure formed by the origin of the sacred sacred sacred bead. Is this not the origin of the smog? If you can refine this smog, you may have a special sacred instrument in time. ""

Many saints have green eyes. They know that if they can get this misty stone, they will assist in the refining of many materials, and they may reproduce the sacred sacred beads.

At that time, the Fantasy was the power of the sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred. This life-saving ability is enough to make countless saints stunned.

When they come to such a realm, they naturally know how precious the treasures that can save their lives.

Now the ancestors of the happy family are willing to take out this misty stone, they look at Xia Ping's eyes full of awkward taste.

When the northern sage saw it, he immediately said: "Xia Ping, what are you waiting for, don't hurry to thank the ancestors."

He was a little afraid of the ancestors' remorse, but he quickly started to talk about the treasures. At that time, it was too late to regret.

"Thank you ancestors."

Xia Ping came forward and said with a good face.