Legend of the Great Saint

A red light rises, tearing the dark night sky apart, killing like a wind.

Zhang Yuntian's face changed. That's the direction of Kaleidoscope. Did he flip his face? But just now, the two top masters entered, and dealing with them did not cause such a shock. How exactly did Xuanfeng provoke him?

Li Qingshan was not provoked. He was provoked by the madness of the sword and soul. The outburst of anger instantly turned Kaleidoshan into Shuro's killing ground.

Everyone is horrified by the discoloration and even the cry of fear.

Yang Miaozhen could no longer remain calm. There seemed to be thousands of army horses roaring and roaring in his head. His body was like a falling leaf in the wind. He was a chestnut.

Many of the young men in the building simply climbed under the table and could not resist this horrible killing.

Zhang Xuanfeng looked pale and couldn't help but step back and sit on the floor with his ass.

Li Qingshan held the knife handle in reverse: “Don't be so excited!” The violent killing formula only slightly converged, to Zhang Xuan Fengdao: “Little girl, bet my knife, you don't deserve it! ”

“Yes, I don't deserve it. Goodbye, Sister Yang. Take care.” Zhang Xuanfeng jumped and turned to flee.

“Stop, you say something so thick that you don't know the sky. Do you want to go?” Li Qingshan's mouth flashed: “You don't deserve to gamble with the knife, but look, there is a monk here, is the master of Fu Du Temple, if you can win him back, he will definitely thank you very much, come on, buy off, don't buy choppers! ”

“Yes.” Zhang Xuanfeng turned around crying and slowly came to Yang Miaozhen.

Abbot Fu put his hands together ten times, “Amitabha Buddha, thank Lord Zhang Shi for rescuing the poor monk. ”

“You're welcome, master. That's what I'm supposed to do.” Who wants to save your old monk, Zhang Xuanfeng said: “Your Highness, why don't you publish the board to the public so that the people of the city can also see the King's super chess art. ”

“Are you afraid I'll cheat? Fine. Whatever! ”

A moment later, a large board made of cloth was suspended outside the building.

A blackie fell on the board, Yang Miaozhen took the first step: “Your Highness, please! What's the name of the sword behind the king? ”

“End of the line frenzy.” Li Qingshan left his son at will.

“The end of the hero, I fear, is a bit ominous. ”

Yang Miaozhen glanced at him. There was no rule under this step. Did he really not understand chess art, and he made a slight indulgence, so I did my best.

“The knife is the murder weapon, talk about Hodgley. Aren't you afraid of the end? ”

Li Qingshan is a random son again. He doesn't think at all.

“Well said! I don't know who the prince is. What martial arts is he practicing? ”

“I'm not practicing martial arts. Aren't you? ”

“The king saw that I did not like to compete with people, so I did not like martial arts. I practiced the" Tai Xuan Scripture "of Dao Mun. ”

Yang Miaozhen's hand slightly slammed and gave a surprise look. He walked the same path as himself.

She paid a great price for her practice, and for twenty years she did not take a step forward in fantasy, because there was no power to defend herself, and it was likely that she was not yet an opponent of the acquired masters on the river and lake.

Nor did she ever participate in the fighting in the Gate, not even wanting to fight much, even if she was laughed at behind her back without knowing how to use it. She thinks she's walking a brilliant avenue. She also looks down on the fighters who compete for victory. She thinks it's just a bunch of wild dogs grabbing food.

So she is probably the least prestigious person to put Li Qingshan's name on her mind. She wanted to come here at most only as a fierce wolf, until this moment...

“You have a good heart for practice. ”

Li Qingshan glanced at her. She was almost the fastest to recover under the lethal deterrence of the Frenzy Knife Soul. She was very heartfelt. In fact, as she stepped into the building, she realized that her temperament was different from that of ordinary people, closer to practitioners rather than martial arts.

Although there are no clear boundaries between martial arts practice and practice, the fundamental purpose is completely different, martial arts practice is to overcome enemy victory, gas refining is for longevity vision, one is good bravery and one is fitness and nourishment.

The latter path is naturally longer, but in this small world, it is obviously less practical than the former, and if it cannot survive a battle, what is the longevity vision? Yang Miaozhen would not have been qualified to make such a choice if he hadn't come from such a doorman as Xuan Fantasy, and he would not even have seen a decent gas refining decision.

He taught Xue Bing the Decent Water Condensation Resolutions because her identity allowed her not to pursue the power of the moment, but rather to pursue longer-term development, with greater chances of ferrying off.

“It's just naturally cold.” Yang Miaozhen, that's what a lot of people gave her.

“People who are enthusiastic are not suitable for practice. The path of the martial arts is wonderful, but the path of cultivation is destined to be lonely. ”

Rarely in this small world met a practitioner, Li Qingshan couldn't help but be impressed. With her talented mind, if she was born in Kyushu, there would certainly be greater development.

“I didn't believe you, Your Highness, but now you have to believe... but are you lonely? ”

“If I'm not lonely, why do I have to stir up the rain and make trouble in the world? ”

Li Qingshan bluntly said that he was trapped in this world. Although he could do whatever he wanted, he was also a secret prisoner. Separated from Xiao 'an, even though tens of millions of people cheered and worshipped him, he was also lonely.

Yang Miaozhen gave a surprised smile, “If I had this ability, I might as well be a king. ”

“You'll have the power, at least better than everyone else here. The old man's life wasn't worth gambling with yourself, and just last night, I said something like that to another. ”

“Is that Miss Xue Bingxue? ”

“Nice.”

“What did you do in exchange, my lord? ”

“Gas refining. ”

“Refining Gas… Judgment, but similar to the Tai Xuan Scripture? ”

“Tell me about the Tai Xuan scripture. ”

Yang Miaozhen carried it with a little hesitation, because "Tai Xuan" is really nothing but a secret. The disciples of the outer door can also enlighten themselves at will, but no one is willing to study.

Li Qingshan Jing listened and found that there were several categories similar to his initial practice of "Innate Condensation Resolutions", or even worse. At least, "Innate Condensation Resolutions" is still simple and straightforward. Knowing what position you are, it can only be regarded as an enlightenment tutorial for practitioners. It is not as bright and bright as this "Tai Xuan Scripture", and even I don't know what the thick avenue of heaven and earth is.

“Difficult, obscure, bullshit, complicates what is already simple, maybe the author doesn't understand either! ”

Again, I randomly pointed out a few of the errors. Yang Miaozhen suddenly felt exquisitely happy, and his eyes flashed with naive glow. Turns out there was a problem with this method! Unless the visionary is lying on the side, he might want to change the bet into a gas refining exercise.

“If you win, I'll give you a set of tricks, but unfortunately, you've already lost. ”

In the talking room, the chess pieces fell, Li Qingshan's temperament gradually gradually gradually changed, one pair of eyes no longer dynamic, but through deep silence, that is the look of a turtle.