When he arrived at Lu Lin's residence, Lu Chen realized how miserable his son lived? He could hear it from the low whispers around him...

"Huh? He's that wasteful father? Don't he look very good?"

"Yes, I'm not worthy of Aunt Qinghan at all. I heard that he had been practicing for 230,000 years before he became a master."

"What? That's too slow. I heard that the Phantom Sea God King was so majestic. It turned out that they were all fake. How could it be used to practice in the Zunyuan space for so long?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's because the opportunity is exhausted and the talent is over."

"No wonder that the useless person Lu Lin cannot become a honorable person. He has the same father as his son."

“…”

Although the low whispers were not very loud, Lu Chen could hear them clearly without saying a word. This was too annoying. I would just be angry for the rest of my life, so why? The bad news was all over my son? No, it was too bullying.

"Han'er, is Lin'er in seclusion now?"

Lu Chen was a little angry. He had no parents since he was young, and he had no one to raise him. Seeing the children of wealthy families showing off their power with the gains they had worked hard, it was not that I had fantasized about how I could do it? Unfortunately, he had no life.

So Lu Chen made up his mind that he would not let him suffer this crime if he had a son. He rolled his eyes all over. Today, when he heard the ridicule and belittled disciples of the Yanmo Temple nearby, Lu Chen's evil fire suddenly ignited. Isn't bullying my son? Isn't it slap me in the face? No, I can't continue like this.

Zuo Qinghan knew what Lu Chen wanted to do, and immediately shook his head and said, "Lin'er is as stubborn as you. Since he was belittled and despised by others, he has refused to teach him the mystery of the realm of honor, and I am afraid you can't do it either. He has to understand the realm of honor by himself. This child is determined."

Listening to Zuo Qinghan's sigh, Lu Chen praised loudly: "What? This kid actually has this intention? Yes, he is worthy of being my son of Lu Chen, and he has a good temper."

The chance of self-realization of the Lord is so small, one in ten thousand is a lot of talk. There are really few people in the world who can realize the Lord by themselves. In this regard, you can understand it from the fact that there is no rumors about the genius enlightenment of the Lord in the God Realm. If you have this determination, you should praise it.

Lu Chen nodded, and couldn't help but be proud of his son. He said, "Let Lin'er come out, I will explain some things before leaving."

Zuo Qinghan had no choice but to shout in it: "Lin'er, Lin'er, are you here? Your father is here."

The first few words were indifferent to the building. Until Zuo Qinghan mentioned Lu Chen, the small door of the building suddenly slammed into no force, and one of them had a tough and handsome figure flying out quickly.

"Dad! You're here."

Lu Lin!

After not seeing each other for many years, Lu Lin not only did not feel depressed because of the rejection and contempt of the disciples of the Yama Palace, but was much more energetic. Just looking at his red face and shiny hair, you can tell that this kid was definitely not discouraged. He probably just finished the fight and sat out, and the time was just right.

"Good boy, I am energetic." Although Lu Chen was not tall enough, he spoke like thunder rolling in the sky. The disciples of the Yama Palace in the entire mountain listened.

"Dad, why are you here? Is anyone making things difficult for you?" Lu Lin has treated his father as an idol since he first met Lu Chen and experienced the battle in Taiwu City. He admired him so much that he was so happy to see him again.

"Who dares?" Lu Chen deliberately looked around with his throat, which was to boost his son's courage and should not be stingy.

Zuo Junzhun curled his lips contemptuously and thought to himself: You two fathers and sons are both powerful, but they are not good at cultivation and talent. They pretend to be quite similar.

Lu Lin didn't think so. After hearing these two words, the bitterness and humiliation over the years suddenly disappeared: "Dad, can you stay for a while?"

Lu Chen shook his head, as an answer, and then asked, "I heard that you want to realize your own enlightenment?"

Lu Lin nodded firmly and said, "Yes, I don't need anyone to help me. Dad, don't plan to help me. I want them to see, I can rely on myself."

"It's OK." Lu Chen patted Lu Lin's shoulder heavily, and then took out all the Chaos Tianbao on his body like a variety of tricks.

The sealed world flag, the Yanjie Puppet Guard, the Evil Moon Treasure Mirror, the Magic Pestle, the Yellow Sand Fan, the Cloud Thunder Wings, and the Ryukyu Brick. Except for the Fenghun Treasure Bottle that can exert its power in the hands of Jin Xiu, the Fantasy Sea Coral was handed over to Feng Baili, Lu Chen turned into a method for all the Chaos Heavenly Treasures, and then slowly took them out and stuffed them to Lu Lin one by one.

Why? He just wants people to watch. My Lu Chen’s son is no worse than you. He has some good babies. Damn it? Do you have one?

Lu Chen also felt a sense of hatred, causing him to do it on purpose. He saw that he took out all the Chaos Tianbao one by one, not even a broken God King weapon. The disciples of the Yanmo Palace, who had just slandered the father and son on the nearby mountain top, looked straight: Damn, that's the Chaos Tianbao, why don't you have money, so much?

Zuo Qinghan understood Lu Chen's meaning, and tears were filled with excitement.

Lu Lin was stunned: "Dad, you are..." He looked at Lu Chen.

Lu Chen winked at Lu Lin and deliberately said loudly: "This is for you. I am yours. It is natural for my son to use my things. You should use them first. How many garbage things are we? Listen to me. As long as you can achieve enlightenment on your own, the next time you will be the Hongmeng Spirit Treasure. If you become a saint, you will take away the holy objects of heaven."

The voices are getting louder and louder and full of momentum, but Lu Chen is definitely not boasting that there are twenty-four treasures in the Eternal Artifact Creation Book, the Twelve Hongmeng Spirit Treasures, and the Twelve Holy Objects of the Heavenly Creation. He doesn't believe it, and he can't kill anyone with magic weapons.

Thinking of this, Lu Chen complained again: Damn, bullying my son will scare you to death.

Lu Chen is not fighting against the younger generations, he is not angry at the Yanmo Palace to overwhelm people. He is showing those clan elders who are both peers or the previous generation.

What? My son became a master to comprehend himself, and you are relying on the resources of the clan.

My son, the God King, gave the Chaos Heavenly Treasure, what do you give?

I will give my son to the Hongmeng Spirit Treasure. Do you dare to compare?

I'm so fucking bullying. I'm more magic weapons than me, and I'll drown you.

Of course, Lu Chen’s biggest anger was Lu Lin’s grandmother, who was a grandson. He couldn’t get any benefits when he arrived in your territory. What a grandmother. He was so angry.

Lu Chen kept these words in his heart and could not say them out, otherwise Zuo Qinghan would be sad, Lu Chen understood this truth.

After a very upset, Lu Chen suffocated a lot and finally said to Lu Lin: "Practice well and don't let people beat you up, Dad supports you."

Lu Lin was filled with tears of excitement and his confidence increased greatly, and he promised: "Dad, don't worry, your son will not be embarrassed."

"Okay, I'll leave." Lu Chen waved his hand and turned around. He saw Zuo Junzhun staring at the treasure in Lu Lin's hand with his straight gaze. He was so envious, don't mention it.

"What are you looking at?" Lu Chen glared at Zuo Junzhun: "That's for my son." The implication is that you don't think about it, and by the way, it sounds loudly, as if telling all the people in the Yama Palace that no one should think about it, and that you can do it yourself if you have the ability.

Zuo Qinghan looked at Lu Lin with loving affection and nodded at him: "Lin'er, come on, I believe you will definitely become a master."

"Yes, mom."

Flying out of the Demon Mountain, Lu Chen was in a good mood, and the distant mountains were all echoing the flattering voices of the powerful boys.

"Lu Lin, can you lend me a look at the Chaos Heavenly Treasure?"

"Wow, your father is so generous. I've given you so many treasures. It would be great if I had such a father."

"Lu Lin, can I marry you?"

"Haha!" Hearing the men and women who were following behind, Lu Chen laughed out loud as if he had taken stimulants. He hugged Zuo Qinghan and said, "See, this is called a villain of power. A few pieces of bad treasures can make them look like fences, which is far worse than our son. Haha!"

Zuo Qinghan leaned happily on Lu Chen's shoulder, without saying a word, and looked at Lu Chen with beautiful eyes, thinking to herself: Maybe only my husband can do it in the world. Lin'er and I are so happy.

Zuo Junzhun followed the two of them, and his lifelong heroism was crushed by Lu Chen in less than a stick of incense. He practiced for many years and only had a Chaos Heavenly Treasure in his hand. Look at Lu Lin, he is so angry that people are more angry. Why don’t I have such a father?

At the top of the Demon Mountain, in the Demon Palace, an old demon with black hair and thick eyebrows was always sitting cross-legged in the void. Beside him, there was also a demon master from the Nine Heavens.

The two of them stared at Lu Chen and Zuo Qinghan who were flying from the mountain toward the demonic eyes, and could not speak for a long time.

After a long time, the old black-haired demon let out a shocking and cheerful laugh, pointing at Lu Chen and patting his thighs until he laughed and thrust: "Haha, this kid is brave enough, brave enough. Ziyu, what do you think?"

The demon master known as Zi Yu is Zuo Qinghan's biological mother, Zuo Ziyu, the great master of the Nine Heavens, who served as the hall master in the Left Palace. She shook her head helplessly and said, "I have calculated it very much, but I didn't expect Han'er's husband to be such a person."

"Isn't this just a consent to my demon clan's surname?" The old demon was introverted, but in his every move, the space collapsed layer by layer in his body.

Exposed under the space crack, let the crack blade of the void sweep on his body, which was very useful as if he was tickling: "Han'er has found a good husband. If you don't want to accept it, you may have to accept it."

Zuo Ziyu sighed quietly and said, "I still hope he can change his name."

"Do you think it's possible?" The old black-haired demon laughed constantly, and his laughter gradually faded. His fingers gently tapped on his body, making a dull and low sound. He asked, "Ziyu, what do you think he is comparing with you?"

Zuo Ziyu was stunned, raised her head and said, "Dad, why did you ask like this? How could he..."

Before Zuo Ziyu could finish his words, the old black-haired demon interrupted and said, "Don't rush to make a conclusion, everything must be seen with your own eyes."

"See it with your own eyes?" Zuo Ziyu frowned.
Chapter completed!