Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan finally understood why Qingniu couldn't see that little knife with all its light, and didn't even look at the Feilong sword that ordinary people used as a weapon of divine power. They were truly non-fashionable secondary products compared to real psychic instruments.

If the bear uses this apparatus, he's the one who died here today. However, the common martial artist, where can you see the spirit light, the antique book and paintings here are not collected by the bear from the big and crude martial artist, but the second head of the literary costume, I can see that this calligraphy is a little extraordinary, but the specific place is extraordinary, I can't say.

It can be seen that the inner strength of ordinary martial artists is not able to use a psychic instrument at all. Bears who use Fu Yi in martial arts must bite the tip of their tongues and work hard to motivate them. Once this axis is rolled up, it will not reveal any light, which makes Li Qingshan cheap.

"'This apparatus seems incomplete,' said Green Bull. ”

At first glance, Li Qingshan did, many brush paintings were interrupted at the edge of the paper, as if they had been cut open.

Green bull's eyes are remarkable: “This apparatus does not appear to have been purposefully refined, but is more like drawing it by hand, integrating the sword power into the pen and stimulating the sword power. If you have a heart, you may learn a sword from it. And once the Ordinary Spiritual Instrument is cut, it will be destroyed, and the calligraphy of this calligraphy people, there are some means. ”

Li Qingshan understood the spleen nature of Qingniu. It has always been the smell of cows. He said, "There are some means”. That is already an overwhelming evaluation. So he looked more closely at this calligraphy and wanted to understand the sword method.

I thought Shi Futian, as an illiterate person, could understand the "Warrior's Bank" that the Wulin Warriors couldn't handle. He should have some advantages, but he seemed to gain nothing. However, the more he looked at it, the more he felt there was momentum, the more he had to give up.

Xiao 'an stared at the scroll, the blood flame flashed uncertainly, suddenly picked up a painting axis on the ground to dance, the wind in the treasure trove swept up, the painting axis brought up a shadow, making an empty sound, as if Xiao 'an was not holding the painting axis, but a real sword.

The little skeleton with the shaft dancing was supposed to be weird and ridiculous, but in Li Qingshan's eyes, he could not help but mumble: “Fairy tales are all lies. ”

What illiteracy, martial arts, is all bullshit!

Qingniu glanced at Li Qingshan and snapped: “Enlightenment! ”

Li Qingshan's self-awareness is not very bad. The practice of "Bull Demon Powerful Fist" is also a divine speed of entry. He has also been praised by Qingniu. If it is not his own problem, it can only be said that Xiao 'an's enlightenment is really high against the sky. Of course, there may be some reason to understand calligraphy.

After Xiao An danced the final style, he resolutely harvested his sword, the drawing shaft size broke, turned into powder, and then looked at Li Qingshan. Although he could not even make an expression, the blood flame flashed “Come and praise me” emotion.

Li Qingshan touched his skull: “Smart! ”

Xiao An immediately rejoiced. Looking at Li Qingshan was a little hit, he wrote in his palm: “I'll teach you! ”

Li Qingshan laughed: “Well, I guess I have a lot to learn, but I'll find a new home for you first!” From those antique bottles, find a thick pottery, measure it: “It seems too small. ”

Xiao 'an split into a piece of bone. “Wow," he flew in. He shocked Li Qingshan. He glanced at the porcelain altar. A small skull. A pair of children's blood flames were staring at him.

Well, I thought raising a kid was weird enough, and now it's getting weird, and he said, “Good night!” Seal the porcelain.

Li Qingshan lifted the porcelain jar, stuffed the silver ticket into his arms, took out only this scroll, then re-closed the secret room, and finally found the oil. In addition to the grain warehouse warehouse, he sprayed it on all the camp buildings and set a fire.

Murder and arson in ancient times are bound together.

Even in the snow and wind, the fire spread rapidly. In a flash, a fire flared up, reflecting Li Qingshan's cheek.

Li Qingshan also spilled alcohol oil on the dead mountain. No one knew if these bodies had been drained by Xiao 'an. Will they show the others what the blossoms are like? The sorbet is also on fire.

On the highway, the bandits marched hard overnight and finally approached the Black Wind Village.

When Huang Si Tiger thought it was too late, suddenly the red light from the sky shook up in his heart: “Really?” Order now: "Expedite the march!” Crossing a mountain beam, Huang Si Tiger stayed, Liu Hong stayed, and even all those who caught up with them could not speak.

Not for a lifetime, the infamous Black Wind Village is burning into a flaming sea.

“Was it all done by that man?” Everyone's heart raises this question.

After being stunned, the team rushed down the hill at the fastest speed, came to the front of the Black Wind Village, hesitated to walk through the broken gate, and then saw a scene they could never forget in their life.

In a flaming sea, the heavy snow in the square was stained with blood and flames, inserted with broken blades of all colors, Li Qingshan sat in the center repair, behind him was the burning dead mountain.

Four or five hundred people stopped, and Huang Si Tiger and Liu Hong were no exception. The teenager had a daring momentum, like a demon god.

Li Qingshan opened his eyes: “You're here!” The two groups of flames reflected in his clear eyes, but it gave the impression that the flames were burning from the bottom of his heart.

Nobody answered him!

Li Qingshan is also a killer, a fire, and a trial device. Once he sits down, he feels a deep tiredness. In this flaming sea, the best place to let him rest is this empty space. Even he did not expect such a shock to others.

Ye Dachuan, as an ordinary person, instead of as many as Huang Si Tiger Liu Hong experienced, went forward: “This... did you do this?” His eyes still dared not put on the mountain behind Li Qingshan. The heat and the smell of the barbecue made him dizzy.

Li Qingshan turned his head and jumped. "Li Qingshan Pingxiao Wind Village is here, not to blame for the promises made to the people of Wagyu Bull Village, to adults, to himself! ”

Yellow sick tiger and Liu Hong noticed scattered in the blade of the soldiers, that powerful crossbow, this thing is terrible, they understand it best.

What kind of martial arts is that? Give him such strength! Liu Hong asked himself that Li Qingshan could not do this. Even though the bandits did not move and lined up to fight him, he also had to be exhausted. Not to mention, the bandits still held a variety of weapons, and many other experts sat in town.

Liu Hongshan's eyes glanced at the gourd between Li Qingshan's waist. He thought he guessed what, but touched Li Qingshan's eyes, but quickly moved away.