Chapter 3407: How far is the 3407 and how far is it?

  Chapter 3407 How far is 3407 rolling and how far

  At this moment, Gu Fenghua and the others finally showed their surprise. This Duanmu Qingming is too self-righteous, is it true that everyone else is a fool? You don't even know the origins of the holy monarchs, emperors, and holy sects. You still need to come to science. The most important thing is that you can use science to popularize science. Obviously 54 holy sects, how do you count 64?

  Duanmu Qingming didn’t know what they were surprised at. Anyway, seeing the surprise on their faces, I mistakenly thought that his second killer had worked, and his expression became even more proud.

  "Brother, it's not sixty-four." A disciple of the Sword Ding Sect who followed closely behind heard that something was wrong, wiped his forehead, and whispered a reminder.

  Danmu Qingming’s talent is of course not in doubt. If the talent is not good, how could it be so valued by Lord Sovereign? However, as the saying goes, the inch is long and the rule is short. The biggest shortcoming of Duanmu Qingming is that the arithmetic is not good, which is also an open secret in Jiandingzong. Of course, saint master, it’s enough if you have talent in cultivation, and if you don’t be a master tent, it doesn’t matter if you don’t count well, no one will despise him because of this.

   "Oh? Don't you, let me do the calculation." Duanmu Qingming habitually broke his fingers. Hmm... This is a habit I developed since I was a child, and I haven't changed it.

   "Puff!" Gu Fenghua and others couldn't help laughing. Seeing that this guy pretended to be injured, he thought it was too much, because it turned out to be a straw bag that had to break his fingers.

  Danmu Qingming of course knew his own faults, and when they laughed, they didn’t feel embarrassed to break their fingers anymore, but his face was red, showing a touch of sorrow.

"In short, my Sword Ding Sect is one of the most powerful sects of the Promise Sacred Heaven. I don’t have any extraordinary qualifications. I don’t want to enter the gate of my Sword Ding Sect. If it weren’t for your extraordinary qualifications, I wouldn’t give you this. Opportunity." Duanmu Qingming said with some shame.

   "I'm sorry, I'm still not interested." Seeing this guy embarrassed, Gu Fenghua felt much better, and said with a faint smile. But the disapproval in that smile was still clear at a glance.

  I used to compete with the two great emperors Zhang Datong and Mo Qingqiu, and also fought life and death with the two great emperors Duan Qingyun and Changsun Luocang. How could she be interested in joining any sage?

   "Gu Fenghua, what do you mean? Could it be that we don't put our swordsman in the eyes!" Rejected by Gu Fenghua and others time and time again, Duanmu Qingming finally lost face, and said in anger.

   "My Young Sovereign can see you. That is the blessing you have cultivated in a few lifetimes. You are so ignorant to promote!"

"Tell you, this is the first time that the young master of my family looks at people so differently. As long as you follow the young master of my family, you will be guaranteed endless glory and wealth in the future, and you will have everything you need for cultivation resources." Seeing the young master angry, those disciples of the Sword Dingzong sect. He also leaned forward and said angrily. In fact, Duanmu Qingming is not the Young Sovereign right now, but in their opinion, this is just a matter of time, and now it is nothing more than flattering him.

  Sure enough, Duanmu Qingming raised his neck when he heard what they said, even more proud.

  Several Sword Ding Sect disciples, you said every word, the words of the person in the front sounded like that, but the words of the person in the back were obviously not quite right.

  How could Gu Fenghua and others couldn't hear the meaning of their words, and their expressions sank.

  "Shut up, if you don't want to die, you can roll me as far as you can." Lorne was finally stunned.

  Just like you, the oily noodles, you don’t even know the number of straw buns, and you dare to hit my Miss Luo’s idea. It’s like a toad wants to eat swan meat.

  (End of this chapter)