Legend of the Great Saint

Bell! Bell!

The bell tower sounded in a hurry, and the grey-headed, dirt-faced miners looked up, which was the bell of the gathering, and it had not rang for a long time.

A wooden platform is built on the town center square, which is where large rallies are held. If it's New Year's Eve, you can listen to a big play here, when the lights are illuminated.

On the high stage, the five flowers tied on their knees, surrounded by a group of silent swordsmen, the shadows fluttered in the fire, through a suicidal atmosphere.

“Why did you sneak up on us when you were from Ape Hill?" Did the White Monkey King ask you to do it? ”

A man dressed in noble clothes raised his head to wonder, he enjoyed a comfortable dinner in the courtyard a moment ago, and is now a prisoner. With his innate double cultivation, ruling this mine is enough, but how can he survive more than a dozen innate masters, several of whom are named, he can no longer get acquainted. Even if he reached Feima City, he is also a guest on the seat, how could he suddenly attack himself?

“Not the White Monkey King, it's me! ”

A voice came from the darkness, and the man looked back, and two o'clock orange yellow glistened in the darkness, jumping onto the high stage, and the swordsmen bowed down together, "My lord! ”

The man opened his eyes, but not the imaginary White Monkey King, but a crusty man with long arms over his knees, unable to see the concrete repair, came down to him and crouched his head and asked: “Are you the head here? ”

“You... who are you? ”

Li Qingshan rose up and asked the stage: “Do you know who I am? ”

No one dares to respond, they are just the lowest miners, even if a small foreman can whip them at will, and now the climbing horse miners are kneeling there honestly.

“I am Li Qingshan...”

Li Qingshan's voice is not particularly high, but it clearly passes into every ear. With every word he says, every wave, the field boils. Thousands of eyes stare at the high platform, and the flame is shining. The man with a different face, as if he emitted magical magic, pointed out a path through the sky.

As Gu Yanshan said, these people much prefer his ideas to those of the swordsmen. In Li Qingshan's words, vested interests are far less revolutionary than the oppressed class, so we need to mobilize the masses to rely on the masses and come from the masses to the masses.

Miners are strong, but most have only the shallowest internal strength. When the mine cave collapses, it is not enough to keep them alive. Every day, they live on the brink of death. In this world of martial arts, death would not be so fearful, and the White Monkey Sword Dictionary is something that first-class experts in the river and lake are willing to risk their lives to take.

Later, people's voices were straight as waves, waves and waves came. For the first time in their lives, all but Li Qingshan changed their faces on the high stage.

“General Wang, would you rather have something?” Li Qingshan opened his arms.

“The King of Man! Wang Wang!” The miners shouted their arms.

Li Qingshan grabbed the owner of the mine and threw him to the crowd: “Now, I'll leave him to you! ”

The crowd split a circle. This is the majesty established in the 200 years of the Ma family. The owner of the Ma Mine was frightened and added: “Don't you dare... Fei Ma City will never let go of any traitor! ”

The miners were suddenly angry: "Why did your last name leave us alone? ”

“I was just starving. I hunted a deer in the woods and was assigned here. Poor my parents were not served and starved to death!” “I didn't do anything but say the wrong thing and offend a horse!” “Instead of working here to die, spell it!” “Spell! ”

The crowd flooded the horse miners like a dark tide, and a terrible scream rushed out of the dark tide, breaking through the night sky and stopping.

A congenial master was so desperate, and the swordsmen were so creepy.

Li Qingshan laughed and grabbed another person and threw it at the crowd. The man screamed in the middle of the air, and his eyes were torn apart.

A scream, a shadow of man, blossoms of flesh and blood.

The atmosphere reached its peak, even close to fanaticism. Tied people tremble and cry out for forgiveness.

Li Qingshan won't spare anyone. As if he were the King of Hell, he was raising a herd of ghosts with the living, but he was also like a righteous incarnation, breaking the shackles and innovating the world!

The sun is shining and the blood stains are still there.

Over a dozen blacksmith furnaces set in the square, thousands of miners lined up to grow dragons.

In the roar, the flesh smells.

The shifts of dozens of people are reversed, the burning iron is stamped on the chest of a miner, the word "world” is the certificate of membership, and then you can receive a page of "White Monkey Sword Dictionary", if you don't get the turn, you can't be impatient, if you get the sword recipe, you will be happy with the ocean. This is the world sword method, even if only one page, it is enough to make people climb to the sky step by step and become top experts.

From today onwards, they will no longer have to dig, can practise proper kung fu, and are not practicing alone. There are also said to be “the world will guide” in person, which is exactly what everyone dreams of. Many of them are illiterate, unable to read the sword book at all, and not all of them have a masterless enlightenment.

On a large open lot outside the town, everyone held a unified iron sword, neatly lined up, waved the sword in one stroke, and the atmosphere was very warm. One swordsman was in charge of the drill, and the other swordsmen were coaching in the crowd. In their eyes, these miners were clumsy enough to use swords as hoes. Few of them could see, and most of them missed the best age of martial arts. If not for the two figures on the hillside not far away, they would have started negatively labouring.

But there are also intellectuals who think, “This is just the beginning. There are so many people out there who always have a few talents, and even if these people can't become masters, their future generations have the opportunity! ”

“Aoyama, how's it going? ”

On the hillside, Gu Yanshadow turned back and asked, with a silver eagle face mask on her face, it was created by the city's most crafted swordcaster overnight to cover her "number one in the world" look and act conveniently.

“This is a very good move, and the disciplined obedience of the miners' brothers is strong. ”

Li Qingshan nodded and praised. Last night Gu Yan Shadow was not idle. He drew a large number of drawings of armored crossbows, ordering the craftsmen to build them according to the diagram. The craftsmanship and utility of the crossbow design amaze the most experienced artisans, but the problem lies in the simple armor of those processes. The world is not fashionable armor, it will only become tired in the Jianghu fight, not only is it extremely inconvenient to move, even the defense effect is very limited, any domestic expert can crack the gut.

No one can guess, however, that they are not going to form a club, but to form an army using the dual means of the soldier and the Mo family, in a radical change of play!