National Upgrade: Select The Defensive Talent Tree At The Beginning

297. Fantastic Statue! Alive!

Zhang Jun pointed to himself, "Me? Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Lazily arguing with the fat man, Yang Qiao continued, "Okay, it's impossible."

Then he changed the subject and said, "Speaking of which, the Dragon Clan intends to continue to deal with us.

Zhang Jun was startled, "We still have to deal with us, so what should we do, Mr. Hong can't be here all the time."

"Isn't that a security risk?"

Potential safety hazards are possible, but not as serious as Zhang Jun thought.

Because, in his mind right now, only the Dragon King is left.

no one else!

To put it simply, he didn't expect that other members of the Dragon Clan would have the guts to deal with him.

"According to the information I got, the Dragon King will not deal with us, only...

Having said that, Yang Qiao spit out a few words easily, "Other members of the Dragon Clan!"

Zhang Jun suddenly became unafraid, "Other members, those people are nothing, just rely on them?"

Obviously, Zhang Jun didn't take other people into his heart either.

He already has the feeling of invincibility, as long as they are together, under the clergy, they are absolutely invincible!

"Hey, didn't you just say that there are potential safety hazards?" Yang Qiao looked over with great interest.

"Didn't I think that the Dragon King would sneak up on me!" Zhang Jun winked for a while.

"That's true, but my informant said that the Dragon King will not do anything this time, because he is afraid of attracting Hong Lao." The corners of Yang Qiao's mouth curled into a beautiful arc.

"So, Mr. Hong has become our talisman?" The stone in Zhang Jun's heart fell to the ground, and he no longer worried about anything.

He let out a long breath and said, "Why don't we pay homage to Mr. Hong?"

Bye-Bye?

"Bai, what do you mean...?" Yang Qiao was stunned for a while.

At this moment, Zhang Jun took out a very common big stone from his arms.

"You are..." Yang Qiao asked curiously.

Zhang Jun didn't speak, and used his fingernails as knives to carve on the stone.

"I'll go, you know how to do this?" Yang Qiao was a little surprised.

"Of course, I always wanted to be a life professional at first, to become the greatest sculptor." Zhang Jun talked about his initial thoughts.

"I never expected it to become a combat-type job by accident."

Feelings and such stories.

That is to say, during the conversation, the very ordinary stone in Zhang Jun's hand gradually turned into the image of Hong Longxiang.

And lifelike, basically exactly the same.

"As expected of you, in terms of recuperation, you have to be fat." Yang Qiao gave a thumbs up.

"I don't know if you are praising me or belittling me." Zhang Jun pouted.

While talking, Zhang Jun put the statue of Hong Lao on the table.

Then take it out... a series of things.

What about incense burners, incense tables, and fruit offerings.

Yang Qiao on the side was stunned and said, "You really fell in love?"

Zhang Jun didn't answer, but just arranged a series of things neatly and respectfully.

Finally, he took out a handful of incense, knelt down on a futon and said, "Lu Laoya burns the fire, wrap it in plastic!"

His sentence is a standard Hokkien dialect, which means, God bless you, everything goes well.

Hearing these words, Yang Qiao was stunned for a while.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Zhang Jun also kowtowed heavily.

"The ceremony is quite in place, Hong Longxiang over there will definitely bless me!" Zhang Hou muttered to himself.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Yang Qiao, "Brother Qiao, do you want to try it too?"

reject!

"I refuse!" Yang Qiao shook his head repeatedly.

Only you Fatty Zhang can do such things as giving people statues and confessing them.

"Come on, Brother Qiao, I just tapped a few times, and I feel a lot more relaxed." Zhang Xiang invited again and again.

It's a pity that Yang Qiao, as a good young man in the new era, really can't accept it.

But at this moment.

I saw a golden light emerging from the statue carved by Zhang Jun.

It's like it's been plated with gold.

For a while, Yang Qiao stuttered, "Fatty, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Jun scratched his head and said doubtfully, "No, I didn't do anything."

Immediately, Yang Qiao pointed at the statue and said, "No? Then why is it glowing?"

Zhang Jun was anxious for a while, and quickly said, "I really didn't, I just kowtowed a few times, and I didn't do anything else."

However, the golden light on the statue became more and more vigorous.

In the end, it got bigger a little bit. Originally, it was only the size of a palm, but in the end it became about half a meter.

The statue of Hong Longxiang looks bright and vast.

It was as if he himself had appeared here.

Even the incense that was lit around it changed color, turning into wisps of golden smoke, lingering around the statue.

The whole room became shrouded in golden mist, as if immersed in a sea of ​​golden light and clouds.

"This..." Yang Qiao was shocked.

He never expected that such a change would occur in the statue carved by the fat man.

It's too...weird!

At this moment, the two stared at the statue that was nearly half a person tall.

"What the hell is going on with this thing?" Zhang Jun looked and looked in doubt.

at this time.

A voice from 637 came out from the statue, "My boy, who did I say, it turned out to be you!"

There was a sound of "唰", following this sound.

Zhang Jun and Yang Qiao backed away again and again, their faces full of expressions of seeing the devil.

Zhang Jun said in astonishment, "What the hell is going on here?"

This time, Yang Qiao was amused, "You made the statue, you don't know, Hui can still know.

"Speaking of which, the voice in the statue seems to be somewhat similar to Hong Lao!"

Zhang Jun nodded in horror, "Yes, yes, it's very similar to Hong Lao's voice."

At this moment, Hong Longxiang's voice continued to come from the statue, "What do you mean is very similar, it's obviously true."

"You two brats, I am Hong Longxiang, do you have any questions?"

Yang Qiao, who couldn't believe it in his heart, hurried forward and asked, "Really, is it really Senior Hong?"

The statue continued to speak, "What nonsense, it's me in the first place, don't doubt it!"

"Don't doubt!"

"That's the truth!"

Yang Qiao, who didn't understand what was going on, scratched his head for a while, "So, what's going on here?"

Hong Longxiang inside the statue immediately explained, "It's very simple, the priest who ignites the fire is actually the real god. 11

"You bow down to my statue, and that's it!".