Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan bullet finger, paper crane turned into powder, scattered on black water.

The anger in my heart only burned for a moment, and then it was extinguished. Those three mountains are reserved for the Poor Demons, not for fighting women.

His eyes were deep, dark as black water, and his microwaves fluctuated, and his pros and cons became clear in the blink of an eye.

If nothing has been forgotten, perhaps there is still the power of the First World War. It is undoubtedly a disgrace to challenge a six-dozen gods in their present state.

So the best option is to admit defeat directly, not to give Tian Tian a chance to be proud, and the woman must not have expected him to avoid the war.

Well, ever since the tortoise grew older, it's always easy for him to calm down, to think purely rationally, purely near cold.

But... I always felt something was missing...

But... what's missing?

Lower your head, press your hands against your chest, your heart beats extremely slowly, and your blood seems to cool down, flowing along the blood veins to the limb wreckage, bringing a sort of mocking-named cold.

If you close your eyes, it's like you're still drifting back to the ruins, and the black water gradually devours the residual temperature and devours the memories.

“Who am I? ”

In fact, so far, he has only heard a good story, and the lead character is Li Qingshan.

Perhaps after the deliberate and unintentional beautification of the narrator, the “Li Qingshan” was both brave and obsessive, usually enjoying playful jokes, but the key moment was tough, as if he was always a teenager.

He bowed his head and there was only one adult man's indifferent face on the black water.

In order not to disappoint Xiaoan, he tried to imitate the “Li Qingshan” and joke with the kings.

“But... who am I? ”

Looking up at the circular sky above his head, he felt that it had never been so far away and was getting farther and farther away, he was sinking into the abyss alone, and one day he would sink into the ruins.

Everything makes sense, losing almost all of your memories, and it's like going through a round. Can a story, a novel, be recovered?

She felt it the moment she saw him! That's why he cried so sadly, instead of his later senses, or even his ignorance.

“For her, I was half dead, with only one breath left. She wants to keep that tone, that's why she wants to go back to the world of five continents! ”

Ding - dripping water into black water on overflowing milkstones.

His eyes fluctuated slightly, and for such a moment, his smile was sad and instantly passed away.

He bites his teeth tight, his face glistening, struggles to get up, breaks away from all the beliefs that the Spirit Turtle blood has given him, what calm plots, what Ming Cheol conservatives.

He must fight, and even if he takes his own humiliation, he must not admit to losing.

Otherwise, am I still Li Qingshan?

Take a deep breath, howl high, the black water is turbulent, buzz in the abyss, and rush straight into the sky.

“Fight! Before you fall into the abyss, you have no choice. ”

On the day of the showdown, Xuanmu Arena.

The fax disciples had already arrived, and the observation deck on the cliff laughed easily, but Tian Tian proud deliberately invited them to watch the war, and even without an invitation, such liveliness could not be ignored.

One laughed and asked, "Lotte, why don't you bet? ”

Lotte shrugged her shoulders: “Not eligible. ”

Apparently, it is not just about themselves, but the real disciples look at each other, and no one is dissatisfied.

One is the Big Brother, the Legion Leader, facing the fierce character of the Demon God; one is the Immortal, the head of the Six Dings, the true warrior.

The weak gamble with the strong, even if the strong do not count, they do not have the strength. They deserve to be slapped to death. Besides, both of you have quite a grudge today!

Lotte crossed her hands behind her head and lazily said, "If I make a bet, who are you going to bet on? ”

“Of course it's Sister Chun! Big Brother is good, but Sister Wan wants to teach him a lesson, so there is a comparison. ”

“Than doing what? ”

“My godson! ”

“Pfft!” “Ha-ha-ha! ”

Everyone laughed. Over the years, Tian Tian Proud has taught Li Qingshan a lesson that is unnecessary. Various segments circulate widely in the mouth of the fax disciples.

Such gambling is meaningless, and the fighting power of the fairies is completely overwhelming, and no one can compete at all. That's not very nice. It's just a farce.

But Happy Heaven did not laugh, and suddenly he was awake, turning to pray: "See Big Brother! ”

Li Qingshan stood against his hand and stood on another cliff not far away, as if he were a contemplative philosopher.

The facsimile disciples immediately mute: “See Big Brother! ”

Especially the one who jokes and panics: “Big brother... when did you get here? ”

“It's been a while. ”

Li Qingshan looked back, his eyes were deep and peaceful, as if he could see everything, so that the fax disciples had the illusion of returning to the Hailing Emperor.

Every detail on the magic battlefield was instantly recalled, which challenged the demise of the demon god, before suddenly realizing that the shadow of war had never gone far, and that the man in front of him was the shiniest and brightest mark of that nightmare of terror. No matter how you joke, you can't make it bleak.

The balance of victory and defeat shook up immediately: “Perhaps... Big Brother... does he really have that slight chance? ”

Nguyen Yaozhu sighed in his heart: "He's getting more and more unpredictable! It just seems a lot different. ”

Li Qingshan retracted his gaze and continued to ponder. It wasn't just a joke, it's more apathetic now. Even if he did his best to deduce the math, he couldn't find that slight opportunity.

Suddenly turned up, a silver star suddenly lit up in the clear sky, a star came straight into the sky, turned into a silver armor white robe goddess of martial arts in the middle of the sky, riding a black furry looking sky, powerful wind, like a rainbow.

“See you! ”

Facsimile disciples do not dare look directly and all bow down, which is the natural pressure of different ranks.

Li Qingshan stared silently, his eyes fluctuated.

“No need to be polite!” The heavens waved with pride, so I thought, “Hiss, I can't help but remember, was someone trying to challenge me? ”

Li Qingshan was silent. Where did he remember that time? He just knew that this was happening.

Tianxiao continued his provocation: “Looks like a guy named Li, what's the name of Green Mountain in Montenegro? Who is it? ”

Li Qingshan continued to remain silent, or, in other words, that question, aroused his thinking.

“What, are you castrated? ”

Tian Tian Pride is really a little strange. If it was in the past, he would not have been able to calm down. He came up and fought desperately with him. How can he be so honest today? It seems like he has changed. Whatever happened during this time will never be meant to keep her from succeeding, really castrate yourself!

At this point, a tone that is ten times more proud than the sound of a mockery echoes the battlefield: “Bitch, why don't you give it a try? ”

A man stepped over, * * * * his chest, red robe broken, fierce as fire, dyed the sky red. The gloomy and intense atmosphere turns into fierce winds that discolor the heavens and the earth.

“Another big brother?! ”