Legend of the Great Saint

The sky is shady and thick, and the lead cloud is low and low pressure, and it seems to cover directly on the tree sea, dark as night.

A light swept through the sky, a man of short stature walked by the sword. Though he was not tall, he was born with a wide mouth, with a brave heart and a long sword. He was certainly a magic treasure.

Swordlight landed, the man took his sword back to the sheath, looked up, the mountain of wildlings soared into the clouds, but wanted to look deeper, but only saw the fog flicker, blocking the whole mountain of wildlings, and the minds could not penetrate.

“This is the Great Fog Sea Array! The old left-handed monster died in his hand. Even the Mountain Guard Battalion was pulled out. This is less than a month kung fu. Those famous figures in Nanjiang were either slaughtered or forced to swear blood and become servants. Qingzhou's Tianlong Zen Court is truly famous. How powerful is Li Qingshan? ”

The man shrugged and was about to step forward, suddenly turning back and holding the handle of the sword to reveal his guard.

A green cloud penetrates the clouds and is also flying towards Caveman Mountain.

The color of the green cloud is not emerald or ink green, but miserable green. If there is life, the speed does not have to be much slower than the sword of the man. In a flash, it also flies in front of the valley.

That misty green cloud, more and more weird, flickering the desire to jump at the man, making a strange buzz, like a monster of choice, look carefully, where is the cloud fog, distinguished by the hundreds of millions of tiny green bugs that are hard to tell by the naked eye.

“Vampires!” The man frowned.

“Cough, Peng Daoyou, what are you doing in the South China after you stopped floating at sea? ”

A soft voice came from the bug cloud, a thin and tall figure came out of the bug cloud, a young man dressed in noble and diseased clothes, the bug cloud tumbled together and returned to the vine pot between his waist.

“Turns out he's a sick man, this Li Qingshan is such a big face!” Peng Zhuang laughed, raising a sense of war in his heart and shocking the sword half out of his sheath.

“Today you and I both have a mission, so spare me! Since you're here first, you go first! If you don't like it, you and I will do it again when it's over. ”

As soon as the sick son raised his hand gracefully, he asked Peng to go first. Peng is not a fool, knowing that if he saw Li Qingshan first, this one would surely give him bad things later.

The contradiction between Vanguardism and the Nanhai Sword Palace, although a male dominated Nanjiang and a lonely overseas neighbor for many years.

Bantoxin is the standard magic sect, but Nanhai Sword Palace is self-righteous, as a sword repair sect, no less than a few minutes of Manslaughter. And the most fundamental reason is the struggle for profit. Once Fabao is born and the grass grows, there can be no less than an open battle.

For generations, I don't know how many people died in each other's hands. It would be strange to see each other in peace. And they, as the best disciples of the Sect, usually meet to fight.

“If you're not in a hurry, I'll go first.” The sick man laughed and stepped forward. A sword swept through his face and plowed a deep ditch in front of him.

“Never!” Peng Zhuan pulled his sword out of his sheath. This man's tongue is like a spring. If he goes in first, he has to do something wrong with me.

“Neither left nor right, what do you want to do, Nanhai Sword Palace is so powerful, don't forget this is Miaozhou Nanjiang!” The sick man's pale face sank.

“Let's do one game before we split the wins and losses! Look at me fight you sick bastard first.” Peng shocked and laughed.

“Fine, it won't take long to poison you, shorty. ”

“You two should come in together! ”

When the sword was drawn, a voice came from the valley, and the mist scattered, revealing a path.

Both of them moved in their hearts. The sick man stepped back and made a gesture of invitation. Peng Zheng snorted coldly and took his sword back to the sheath. The two swept into the valley one after the other, and the mist retreated.

Peng Zhuan led the way through the Eight Ways Misty Sea Formation, while guarding the sick son behind him, and hurried forward.

The sick man sees no chance of a sneak attack, so do it. Coming to the valley, the former caveman mountain cave in Nanjiang, became very cold, old city pool buildings were razed to the ground and reoccupied by the grass.

“It's just a waste of resources to build a defensive battle! ”

The sick man's heart was disdainful. If he held the blood oath, he would have set up a strict organization in this wildling mountain, and Li Qingshan obviously had no intention of doing so.

He was about to fly to the main peak, but when he saw Peng Zheng suddenly turned, beneath Xishan Forest Springs, someone waved: “This way! ”

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A white dragon-like waterfall, like flying off a cloud mist, falls into a deep pool. The pond is filled with flowers and flowers.

Li Qingshan sat on the big rock beside the pond and turned to Xiao 'an Dao beside him: “Does this look like the place we practiced at first? ”

Xiao An nodded, carrying a string of white marbles on her wrist, 27 pieces. It took her a long time to re-refine the skeleton beads. Although only one or two were added in number, the energy and resources consumed were enormous, and the skeleton beads reached the third stage.

Every skull demon becomes stronger, and the power of the Skull Demon Array increases dramatically. It can be said that without Xiao An's own automatic hands, even with this string of beads, even the ten people who swore blood vows together are not opponents.

That's why Li Qingshan had no intention of establishing a strict organization. His strength, with himself, was also with Xiao 'an beside him, not with a bunch of messy magic tricks.

Everyone focuses their attention on the powerful forces he brings together, but they don't know it's just the tip of his iceberg. Anyone who thinks they can step on him has to hit the iceberg one at a time.

However, Li Qingshan also had a hidden feeling that the secret was not far from being revealed, because there were too many people who knew. Though there are all kinds of insurance measures, he is no longer a small, unnoticed figure, and in one thing he has done, he always leaves a mark.

In a way, thanks to the fact that the Dragon King killed the “North Moon”, no one believed that the Dragon King would fail. Even if he had suspected at first, he would no longer associate Li Qingshan with the North Moon.

It is best to keep this secret until the day he goes to the Mukai to slaughter dragons. Even if everyone knows that Li Qingshan is the North Moon, it will be nothing.

However, I'm afraid this is difficult. Li Qingshan became clear and refined into a spiritual turtle. The hunch in his heart is definitely not worrying.

“Hmm? Did I really impress anyone who came to the door, who was a Vanguard and a swordsman of the South China Sea?” Li Qingshan frowned.

Xiao Andao: “The disciple of Bantoxin, known in Nanjiang as the 'Sick Son’, is one of the heirs to the Vietnamese Patriarchate's throne, probably representing more than just Bantoxin. ”

“So, let them in!” Li Qingshan Road, these two are geniuses, but they are not cared for by him. What needs to be discouraged behind them are “Ancestor Wan Poison” and “Master of Sword Pavilion” and even “South Vietnamese King”.