Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan grabbed the "Grass Sword Book" behind him. After drinking the Bodhi brew, his true qi not only fully recovered, but also reached the peak of all his previous actions, enough to drive this apparatus again, must be more powerful than the wind knife.

But he was not absolutely confident that he could kill Feng Zheng with one blow. And his apparatus is probably more than one pint taller than the wind knife. It is a real treasure. If the enemy is not killed and the wind comes out again, it will attract more than a first-rate master, but a congenial, or a master at refining gas.

Moreover, he has not been able to manipulate this psychic device very well. Once used, he will have to empty all the real gas in his body. If he fails, his physical strength speed will drop by more than a dozen strokes, and he will have to sit and die.

Lead clouds covered the sky again. In the dark night, the two of them fled. Li Qingshan, with extraordinary eyesight, kept leaping in the mountains, looking for rugged places, climbing walls, leaping mountains, and the scenery in front of him continued to fly backwards.

Feng Qingshan, whose eyes were red and red, appeared to be able to sight at night, but his eyesight was far from that of Li Qingshan, who had not dripped tears from the blue cow. If he was on the ground, he might still be able to catch up.

But in the mountains, Li Qingshan's type 3 tiger magic, it has a boosting effect, it's amazing how fast, and the mountains are ups and downs. After a few peak circuits, Li Qingshan's whereabouts can no longer be found.

Li Qingshan pulled the distance, like a hunting tiger, hidden in the snow nest behind the back of the mountain rock, pinched the "Straw Sword Book" in his hand, even Xiao 'an summoned up. As long as Feng Zheng pursued him again, he would do nothing but do his best. Even if he could not kill him, he could at least hurt him a little. It is already in the deep mountains, giving him enough buffer room to chase Feng Zheng all the way to death, it is not necessary to calculate.

A long whistle sounded, Feng Qingshan's poisonous voice echoed in the mountains: “Li Qingshan, I will definitely skin you, I will kill you with you!” The mountains were shaken and the snow slipped.

Li Qingshan knew that he would not catch up for a while. He sighed with regret. As for the threats, of course, he would not put them on his mind. He ambushed again for a while. He did not follow Feng Zheng until he drilled out of the snow nest, trembled with snow, and walked towards the depths of the reckless mountains.

He got the map, and he finally found out about this 100,000 mountain that he's been looking at for a decade, what it's called, "The Reckless Mountains."

Infinity, for recklessness, open-mindedness, recklessness.

Nice name!

He climbed to the peak, once again looking at the mountains, his heart was no longer confused, he saw a house far away, and rushed over to find that it was not a village, but a ruined mountain temple, apart from the main temple, the walled house collapsed for half, but it was always a shelter.

Though he is not afraid of the cold, he is equally extremely depleted of physical strength in a snowy area.

With the help of Xiao 'an, he found a bear nest. The bear was still in hibernation. Without awakening, he was bombarded by a previous punch on Li Qingshan and carried back to the temple.

Because the cultivation is different, Xiao 'an is not as sensitive as Li Qingshan's five senses, but seems extremely sensitive to anger. Even Li Qingshan did not find a bear nest under the snow at first.

The large hall is hollow, there is no table or plaque, it must have been taken by the nearby villagers to be burned as wood, but Li Qingshan found that the tall, blue-faced Mountain God of the Wind is actually solid wood carving, intact standing on the divine case, covered with only signs of age erosion, and the villagers dare not go too far to blasphemy.

Li Qingshan did not take this into account. Now he and Xiao 'an are practicing with the demons. There is no need to honor the demons. He punched two legs in the front, smashed the statue, set fire in the hall, and then peeled a big bear to pieces of bone. There is no need for any knife at all. His fingers were gently drawn, and the thick bear flesh, like paper, was cut.

Bear hearts are all for Xiao An's dinner, bear skins are poured on the ground as stalls, and bear meat is placed on the bonfire.

Speaking of Cao Cao Cao, Li Qingshan missed the blue bull for a moment, and he appeared in front of Li Qingshan without thinking.

Li Qingshan belly slander, it is like the police in the movie, always show up after everything.

Qingniu glanced at the statue of the god in the fiery fire and nodded as if he was very satisfied. “How are you feeling today? ”

Li Qingshan said: “I feel like I don't know anything, plain makes people laugh, and you don't give explanations. Even if I really refined Nine Bulls into two tigers, is it really better than others? What happened to the alchemy? ”

"'You know better now than I told you,' said Green Bull. I am useless, and you will soon understand that, as for Qi Jindan, that is the division of humans."

Li Qingshan said: "Aren't I human? ”

Green cow laughed without saying a word, made Li Qingshan feel a chill, grabbed the bear meat to chew. Many of these places were still unfamiliar for half his life, with blood silk, he didn't even feel bad. Instead, he felt that there was a different flavor, and soon he ate a big bear clean.

He also felt a little unhuman, but there was nothing wrong with being able to eat and drink, then after cooking exercise, getting up and practicing kung fu, and found that after drinking a cup of Bodhi brew, his Tiger Demon Bone Fist was off the first realm, with only one septum left, but it could not be broken.

Ask Qingniu why, it turns out he didn't expect, "Bull Demon Powerful Fist" is steady and strong, it needs to be painstakingly repaired, while "Tiger Demon Bone Fist" needs to progress in slaughter.

Li Qingshan bowed his head and pondered.

In a dark mountain, a little light travels a long way. Li Qingshan lay on the bear skin, holding the "Grass Sword Book" in his hand, let Xiaoan hide, quietly waiting for the prey to be hooked.

When he heard footsteps, he suddenly opened his eyes and stepped out of the temple. He saw more than just Feng Feng alone, and there were five others beside him. Master Wu Tang, Wei Dandong, Xinxin, Lu Tingrui and Wanhao, five first-class masters, secretly surrounded the mountain temple to prevent Li Qingshan from escaping.

Countless others admire their doorman disciples, not only second-rate masters, but also third-rate weakest.

Li Qingshan didn't expect to wait for Feng Qingshan to hook up, but brought in so many people. It seems that Feng Qingshan, although angry and aggressive, is not a fool and knows how to use the power of others.

Feng Qingshan saw Li Qingshan, showed his ecstasy, saw the wolf card between his waist, but was furious. It was this man who took everything from him. He didn't have time to talk, Li Qingshan said: “I don't know the names of the four of you, but I'm kind of a face figure. After being scolded and pissed off, I was driven again. Don't you feel ashamed? ”