Invincibility Starts from Igniting Jupiter

Crystal flame In the Lingxiao Palace, Liu Bei looked at the Jade Emperor. The Jade Emperor caressed the male and female swords and sighed: "When I gave you this divine weapon, I didn't expect you to grow it much... After all, you were just a straw mat seller at the time and didn't have much money to buy materials. He stared deeply at Liu Bei and found that he really couldn't see through him. The Jade Emperor shook his head, "I didn't expect that you could practice it to this point, and even have 90% of the power of Xuanyuan Sword! ... Compared with Xuanyuan Sword, it's just that little bit behind!" Liu Bei remained silent, just waiting quietly for the Jade Emperor to finish speaking. Awesome! Awesome!" Qihuo sighed in admiration, "If it can be improved again, wouldn't it be another peerless sword? Liu Bei was silent. He knows all this. However... The Jade Emperor changed the topic, "It's difficult to break through this last line, it's too accurate." Got it! .... Your sword incorporates your five strongest ways, so it needs to be refined with the five original divine flames for decades before it can become the same as the Xuanyuan Sword. The Jade Emperor looked at Liu Bei, but found that his expression had not changed much. The Jade Emperor couldn't help but said, "These five divine flames are crystal flame, Hunyuan flame, Fengluo flame, Tianxing flame and Sith flame. ... I have the first one, but the remaining four are extremely rare and rare. Not even your ancestor Liu Bang had them!! ... Do you understand?" Liu Bei looked at the Jade Emperor coldly and said slowly, "I have the last four. ... Only the first one is missing. " The Jade Emperor was stunned for a moment. How is that possible! ? Those four divine flames... How could he have them! ? Could it be Kong Ming? The Jade Emperor raised his head and couldn't help but ask, "You came to me just for the Crystal Flame?" Liu Bei nodded and said, "Yes, I came here just for the water experience.

Dusk, street, canteen. People, men, two men, one old and one young, standing across the counter. "Is it you?" "It's me." "You're here." "I'm coming." "You shouldn't have come." "I'm already here." "You're here after all." "I'm here after all." Silence, a long silence. The two people, who looked like clay and wood sculptures, were facing each other, but the setting sun was getting more and more slanting. "What are you doing here?" The old man finally broke the silence. "Make soy sauce." He said it crisply, word by word, without any hesitation. The old man pondered for a while and then said slowly: "How much does it cost per pound?" "One piece." Still crisp and clear, without any hesitation. The man's expression changed and he said, "You know I never sell soy sauce for one yuan a pound here." "I only want one yuan a pound of soy sauce." "Is it serious?" "Seriously!" The soy sauce seller stared at the man in front of him. He was very young, but no one would forget his eyes. They were as quiet as night and as deep as the sea. He knew that the young man in front of him was definitely an ordinary person, but he also knew that he would never sell soy sauce for one dollar a pound. The surroundings were still so quiet, as quiet as death. The sunset was gradually setting. He looked at the sunset in the distance and felt unspeakable fear. He smiled bitterly and said, "Do you have to buy it for one yuan a pound?" "Definitely!" "What if I don't sell it to you?" "You can try it!" Silence, deathly silence. After a long while, he raised his eyes and looked at the young man, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll sell you a pound of soy sauce for one yuan, but you don't mention it to outsiders!" He took the soy sauce bottle and a dollar from the boy's hand. The bottle is cold, just like the heart of an old man; the coins are slightly hot, just like the palm of a young man's hand. After a while, the boy took the soy sauce bottle he handed back, turned around and walked towards the door. He won this battle, completely. A trace of pride flashed across the young man's face. But the soy sauce seller stopped him from behind: "Do you think you can really beat me?" The young man's body trembled slightly and his steps paused. "Obviously, I've got soy sauce at such a low price." "Not bad." "Then I have defeated you." "It's a pity that you missed a little bit." The boy suddenly turned around, the muscles on his face twitching slightly. He seemed to realize something, but it was already too late. The soy sauce seller only smiled lightly and said, "My soy sauce is originally sold for 80 cents per catty."

Although I haven't read the book yet, I found out after reading the introduction. The most important point is that only the Sunflower Book is the most authentic. If you want to practice Qigong, the Sunflower Book is the first choice. It is worth having.

Author, you just need to prank the protagonist once or twice occasionally. What do you think about pranking the protagonist all the time? Most of the characters that readers take on when reading the book are the protagonists. If you keep making fun of them... It's easy to lose your favorites and subscriptions.

It's okay in the front, but it becomes more and more boring and embarrassing when I see it in the back.

The front is okay, but as for the back, I don't have any quirks and can't stand it...

The author writes well. I have been in the Internet literary circle for so many years and have read countless articles. Even if I have never seen a pig walking, I always understand what pork tastes like and see the author's aura. I feel that the author is fundamentally different from the bastards who flood the Internet literature circle with his melancholic tone, familiar routines, and lofty rhetoric between the lines. It's useless, author, no matter how you defend yourself, it's useless. Your hundreds of millions of supporters have already recognized you. You must be the strongest king in the legend. Since the quality of online articles has become worse and worse, I have become disheartened and have no hope for online articles. The legend has been disillusioned and the myth has ended. What is the point of staying in the online literary world. Unexpectedly, I never expected that I would be able to see the author's style again today. I was so excited that I couldn't help but shed tears in front of the screen. Yes, as long as under the leadership of the author, there is hope for online articles. My heart was boiling again, and the blood in my chest was burning again. Although the author's few sentences are simple, they summarized and summarized the root of several major questions that we have been thinking about for many years but cannot get the answers to. The author is like the beacon of the online article, the author is like the direction of the online article, and the author is like the pillar of the online article. With the author here, the future of the online literary world will definitely be better.

Is there no reward for the protagonist refining Jupiter from the beginning?

The more I look at it, the more disgusting it becomes. This is not a bullshit, this is zz plus perversion.

I couldn't stand it after reading 10 chapters. It's not suitable for old bookworms.