Legend of the Great Saint

More than 18,000 miles south of the coast of the South Sea, there is a vast island, narrow and rectangular, like a giant ship at sea, called "Giant Ship Island”, the three peaks on the island are arranged in parallel, large in the middle and small on both sides, like a giant ship's cloud sail, called Dayun Fan Mountain, Zhongyun Fan Mountain and Xiaoyun Fan Mountain, respectively.

Above the three mountains, there are ten thousand palaces, with the unique architectural style of the South China Sea, magnificent and magnificent, hidden in the clouds and mists, like the cactus mansion, is exactly where the first doorway of the South China Sea cultivation is located.

Two rainbow-like long white stone bridges cross the cloud, connecting the three mountains. If the sea breeze blows away the cloud mist, standing on the bridge overlooks all the houses of the world below - the scaly houses, the long streets, the floating pedestrians, full of red dust and dust of human weather.

People moved out of the city, gathering on an open beach on the south side of the island, a piece of overwhelming pressure, like an ant that blew up a nest, not knowing how many tens of thousands of people had gathered, eager to head deep into the sea, a group of soldiers maintained order. Many practitioners float halfway through the air, without concealing their figure, arrogantly enjoying the awe of the mortals below.

The flames of August, even in the southern part of the country, are a little cool when the sea breezes blow. The sun gradually sets beneath the sea level, like a round of red jade, and the more red the sea reflects, the cooler and more diffuse.

The sea breeze was calm, and a wave of flat waves swept to the coast.

The harbour is full of boats large and small, ranging from longboat giants to double rows of slabs, all with waves and fluctuations.

At this time, there were some boats coming from the sea, anxiously searching for a docking position, obviously gathering people here, not just in Sanfan City. Hustling in their own dialects, talking to people If you don't need to yell, you can't hear anything, the more boiling the sky.

“Oh, my God, so many people this year! ”

“What year is the city less crowded? ”

“But that's too much! ”

“You're still too young! Shh, I'm telling you, the Yakuza are going to war with the North Fireman. There must be a lot to bring this year! ”

“What did you say? I can't hear you! ”

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A hill behind the beach, surrounded on all sides, no mortals allowed to approach, raised a magnificent high platform with 9981 white sails and many seats in the middle.

An elderly man with white hair and snow sat in the main position, beside the disciple gatekeepers to the left and right, and it was the master of the cloud sail sect who waited here with the wind full of disciples.

The long wind looks deep into the sea, and although it can't sit still, it gives people a feeling of flying.

“Father, this man has come, why do you have to welcome him!” A handsome young man next to the old man didn't think so.

“Light feathers, this year the King may come.” The wind turned its head and was particularly mild to this talented young boy.

“The King of the Kings!” Xiao Qingyu was surprised. In previous years, the city of Xiaoren Hai was usually led by the elders of Xiren. I didn't expect this time to be the Prince of Xiren.

Although Yunfanzong is one of the few large gates on the islands of the South China Sea, and there is a maestro named "The Great Wind King”, the chief of the South China Sea factions, but the strength of the argument is far from countered by the King's Court of the Great Wind.

Moreover, the cloud sail sect hangs over the South China Sea. It is not subject to the Great Summer Dynasty, nor is it protected. Even if it is extinguished, nobody cares. It is especially important to make good friends with the Xian people.

But he still thinks the gift is too heavy to lose the identity of "The Great Wind King”.

“The father waited on Yunfan Mountain and it was not too late to come out to greet him. ”

“Ye Daoyou of Jiangkou also said that he would bring his disciples.” The long sight is deep, if only the King came, they knew each other quite well, so do not have to be so cynical.

“Master Sword Palace!” Qing Qingyu was even more surprised. Although the South China Sea Sword Palace is also above the South China Sea, it is located relatively close to the Kyushu border and rarely interacts with the South China Sea factions. Therefore, it is often considered as the Zongmen of Fozhou in the South China Sea.

The sword repair is not heavy, the city is not so important. For so many years, the owner of the Jiangkou, this “Ye Gang Master” is the first to participate in the city, I don't know what the purpose is.

Changfeng continued: “There are all the poisonous ancestors of Nanjiang, the housekeepers of the Vietnamese monastery, and… a white eagle leader. ”

Xiao Qingyu had been surprised to say nothing. Though tens of thousands of miles away, the name of Wan Poison Ancestor was still very loud. Although the housekeeper of the Vietnamese Mansion did not have three days to fix it, the significance of appearing here was never beneath a great master.

Though it is a big event in Nanhai cultivation road, for these people, there is not much to see. The trading exchanges are in small circles at the same level, there is no need to come out and throw your face. This time, it seems very unusual.

But what's wrong with Lord White Eagle? But it was the second day of robbery of Brother Kim Dan, and many of them came to the city this time. These royal eagle dogs have never been seen on the South China Sea Path.

“No wonder my father is so solemn, these predecessors can't be too lazy, but this White Eagle leader...”

“The White Eagle, named Li Qingshan, is a newly emerged figure in Nanjiang and currently occupies the Caveman Mountain, known as the 'Caveman King’. ”

“The Wildling King?” Qing Qingyu immediately wanted to laugh, and a white eagle leader dared to call himself king! But only by looking at the seriousness of the wind did he rush to a convergent smile.

“His name is Li Qingshan. Don't underestimate this man. He came from Qingzhou in the north. In just a few years, he swept across the various sects of Nanjiang and forcibly summoned a group of his men with a blood oath. All the poisons were eaten under his hands, the disciples of the doorman were almost dead and wounded, and all the poisoned ancestors could not help him. It is said that the King's Palace of South Vietnam also had the heart to seal him up, and he refused to do so. ”

Chang Fengdao, although the South Vietnamese crown palace had also deliberately sealed him as a king, he refused to be involved in the dispute to practice the ritual in Kyushu, but this Li Qingshan was very hard for him to see.

“Then he dares to come! He's not afraid of poisonous ancestors? ”

Yi Qingyu revealed his fantastic look. This Li Qingshan is really not a leisure generation. With the modification of the second day of robbery, he dared to take vengeance with Wan Poison ancestors, and he came to the city without fear. Is he not afraid to die, or does Yigao people dare?

“The great cave of Caveman Mountain is mainly windless, formerly the Big Brother of Nanhai Sword Pavilion, now trapped by the blood oath, under Li Qingshan as a servant... By the way, Li Qingshan is about the same age as you, he is less than 40 years old, and he passed two days of robbery before he was 30 years old. ”

In Changfeng Feng's heart, he guessed that this poisonous ancestor was probably coming to deal with Li Qingshan. I'm afraid the master of Jiangkou was not trying to save Hai City, but to rescue his own disciples. Is that why Li Qingshan was so frightened? It would inevitably be too simple to think of the Great Brother.

Ye Qianhai's temper is stiff, isn't it so easily threatened, then it may be someone who threatens who. However, it is also possible to hear that the windless wind has nearly three days of robbery, still holding the Fabao White Rainbow Sword in hand, such a heir, the South China Sea Sword Pavilion cannot care less.

Xiao Qingyu glared at his eyes. He was also a small and famous genius in the South China Sea cultivation road, but the cultivation was only the late stage of foundation building. He was also ready to accumulate another 120 years, and try to break through the second day of robbery. In comparison, the White Rainbow Sword Lord is a famous genius because of the lack of wind. How powerful it is to be held hostage by Li Qingshan as a servant.

Suddenly understood the meaning of the long wind. The water in it is too deep for him to participate. Anyone who is spotted should never be offended, even if he is the beloved son of the long wind king.

“Father, I understand.” Though a little uncomfortable, the gap between the realms is real.

Changfeng's eyes swept around the high stage again, just now this conversation, although not loud, did not deliberately conceal, so that practitioners could hear and see clearly, each sentence revealed a serene colour, less the host's pride.

The wind turned slightly, but there was a long sigh in his heart. If only there was a Li Qingshan in the Yun Fan Sect. In the current disciple of the Gatekeeper, it was completely impossible to see who could inherit his garment.

At the end of the day, Kyushu is the very essence of this world, at least the very essence of human practice.

Although the South China Sea is vast and there are many practitioners on the island of Xingrozhucloth, the realm such as Phoenix Maorin Corner reaches his realm. Instead, there are many aquatic demon kings in the deep sea. The form is completely reversed from Kyushu, and the power of Inhumans and Demons far outweighs that of humans.

This is also inevitable. Unlike the people and aquariums who are born with the sea as their home, humans must always be based on the earth. Without hundreds of millions of people, there are no tens of millions of practitioners.

Although the South China Sea islands are vast in size and even have many cities and countries, the population is very limited. They have often worked hard for many years to kill millions of people in a major storm. This natural disaster practitioner can still resist, but if catching up with a demon king wants to change flavors, it is a doomsday evil, that is, some demons can do it, and not many practitioners can resist.

Of course, there are not many practitioners with such bad luck. Aquariums are used to fish and shrimp, and are not necessarily willing to change their minds.

The South China Sea is too vast, the island is too widely distributed, and there are not so many disputes. Normal practitioners have been relatively peaceful and can practise on any island. It is not difficult to be self-sufficient, so there is a great deal of hidden repair and dispersion.

But there is another problem: resources are too single, exchanges are too scarce, and the process of cultivation cannot be compared to that of Kyushu.

Nanhai Sword Pavilion has been in constant contact with Miaozhou. Continuous feuds with Vanguardism appear to be a senseless loss, but the inheritance of each generation of Sword Pavilion owners has never been faulted.

The long wind thought, the last rubble was about to disperse, suddenly his heart started to move, and he stood up and looked deep into the sea:

“Coming!”