Legend of the Great Saint

Wang Luocheng has countless hobbies, walking dogs fighting chickens, drinking flowers, drinking wine, playing women, and so on, and so on, but none of them are good at fighting, deterred by Li Qingshan's killer, the brain is running a little slower, instinct backwards, hoping that others can stop him.

Others, however, may not have expected Li Qingshan to do it without saying so, and the reaction is slow. After all, novelists are never famous for being able to recruit good fights, because their ability is not easy, and they cannot practice fighting as often as others, but they are more willing to illuminate beauty and practice in bed.

Of course, some of them are really slow, some want to consume Li Qingshan and Wang Luocheng. The last two people were hurt. At once, they ruled out two competitors, and their eyes suddenly fluttered, and they found out that nobody was stupid.

So the siege of eight people, instantly became a one-on-one scene between Li Qingshan and Wang Luocheng, Wang Luocheng also reacted, he was sold, his heart cursed, “None of the novels are good people!” Instead, the mind of being deterred is restored to a few points of operation, and immediately activates the Great Derivative Charm, illusorily creating a door made of hundreds of refined stainless steel, one foot thick.

At the same time, hurry to activate the bodyguard. If you stop Li Qingshan for a moment, no one else can stand idly by and form a lookout.

But Wang Luocheng still has time to relax in the future, a loud and loud noise, the huge door highlighting the distortion inward, Li Qingshan broke into the door like a layer of paper door, five fingers slammed against his face door.

Only a few people could see that the moment Li Qingshan collided with the gate, his hands repeatedly pressed dozens of times, fundamentally destroying its structure.

Wang Luocheng's heart was terrified. He shouted strangely. He threw a flying sword in his sleeve and stabbed it straight into Li Qingshan's chest. The sword sparkled with spiritual flashes. It is also a magic instrument. Although it is the weakest miscellaneous magic instrument, its power cannot be diminished.

Liu Chuanfeng couldn't help but stand up, his face was angry and worried. He couldn't carry out the body protection spell instrument. With his own spiritual protection, how could he resist the flying sword assassination!

Li Qingshan ignored the flying sword at all. He took out the fierce momentum of having to smash Wang Luocheng's head. Wang Luocheng was terrified, even retreated, his heart was a point. The light on the flying sword dimmed a few points, and his speed slowed down.

Li Qingshan smiled slightly, his left hand buttoned his finger and bounced. The flying sword flew out, turning into a fist with his right hand and bombarding Wang Luocheng's chest.

Bang, the spiritual light scattered, Wang Luocheng vomited blood and flew out. That spiritual protective device has been torn apart, only a thin layer of protective spiritual light, how can it block Li Qingshan's fist.

Wang Luocheng was just the beginning of foundation building, Ben was just two boundaries short of Li Qingshan, and the practice of kung fu was not comparable to "no amount of kung fu in the sea", not to mention the difference in refining body, Li Qingshan didn't even use the bull demon giant power, at the end of the day, received three points of strength, otherwise it is not surprising to bombard Wang Luocheng with one punch.

Wang Luocheng fell into a coma and the doctor's disciple lifted him down for medical treatment. Li Qingshan turned around, facing the remaining seven people, put up a finger: “One! ”

Although he has experienced a lot of intellectual bravery, it seems to others that Li Qingshan killed a foundational monk in a flash.

“There is no such thing as a notoriety, even if he doesn't use his magic technique, he is so fierce! Ironcoat, is he really a novelist's disciple? I think it's our disciples! ”

Han Yongan, head of the soldier's house, full of surprises. Soldier heads of other provinces stood beside each other, surrounded by Korean iron clothes. The Han family has held the position of general for many years. The disciples of the Ruyi County soldier family are all former subordinates. They are good friends with each other. So when it comes to Li Qingshan, they call it “uncle”.

"He did become a soldier," said Han Iron. ”

“It's a good thing he's a novelist disciple, otherwise if he fights on behalf of the soldier's family, we can just admit we lost. ”

"Do you think you can win now? ”

“Boy, don't be crazy, uncles are going to call you Jin Er this year, see if it's Tiger Father Dog.” The crowd laughed for a while, and someone said, "Look, my uncle is doing it again! ”

Li Qingshan rose all over his body like a fantastic light blue halo, his heart said: “After all, this is a novelist's martial arts act. If I don't need a big derivative charm, even if I win them, I will be dissatisfied, so that they can have sex orally. ”

He wholeheartedly inspired the Great Derivative, a little wisdom was withdrawn, gradually interwoven into a shadow of a human form, bones, blood veins, meridians, he never so seriously inspired the Great Derivative.

“Let's do it together! ”

The remaining seven novelist brothers have all returned to God. Seeing Li Qingshan so fierce, how dare you save any other ideas? If he really wants to win with one enemy, his face will be disgraced. If Li Qingshan knew what they were thinking, he would be surprised. You know how to face them!

Four spiritual instruments carry three magic instruments, greet Li Qingshan together, and at the same time, the sword gun trident, flood beast, and jump at Li Qingshan together.

Offensive and loud, the spectators feel that the novelist doesn't want to be as incompetent as the legend says.

Li Qingshan broke up and led the water firecracker gun to the sky.

His carefully crafted figure has been shaped. He is a young man in blue, dressed and even earthy. His face is also gray and dusty. Zhou Zheng Junshu is the fifth official. He is overflowing with integrity. He arched his hand: "My great-grandson, Bull, pray to your predecessors! ”

Li Qingshan scratched his head, he intended to induce the attack himself, so that this Zeng Bull could take advantage of the attack, but I didn't expect him to be so bright and lean, which is exactly what the book says.

It seems that the character derived by the novelist is not an ordinary puppet. The higher the boundary of the great derivative, the more spiritual the derivative character is. Only by virtue of the force of the great derivative can it be allowed to do anything contrary.

Without expecting Li Qingshan to spend half a day working hard, the crowd derives such a hillbilly. One of the novelist's owners has studied Li Qingshan's work exclusively. He shouted: "Don't be careless, he is Zhang...”

“Mouthpiece, you all get rid of it!” Zeng Niu drank violently, interrupted his speech and raised his hands high: “The power of dragon slaughter, leaning on the sky! ”

Originally a sophisticated and honest face, the frowning color dance, became the momentum bear, muscles burst up to support the broken clothes, like a butterfly. A giant silver and white sword appeared over his head, and a golden dragon wrapped around the handle of the sword, waving down hard.

Silver and white swords illuminated the heavens and the earth, sharp and unmatched swordsmanship, whistling away, splitting into seven novelists.

Even Li Qingshan stunned, “Whoa! Almost forgot, I am a revamped version, not the poor man who failed to open the rear palace, but the monastic bishop who dragged and broke the eyebrows with his sword!” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)