Tempered Immortal

The pavilion will naturally not answer each other's questions.

Now that you've torn your face off, do something extraordinary.

Anyway, to get to this point, either you die or I live, why are you still here with your enemies?

Thoughts flashed in my head, and the Watching Pavilion rivaled me.

Boom!

On the surface of his body, a golden flame erupted and wrapped it up.

The ancient demon suddenly glared at the eyeballs. Is there a mistake? This man's bravery is so intense.

Unlike other Xianxian schools, Confucianism works well with cultivation.

In other words, while repairing fairies, we need to cultivate great integrity.

And this thing is not obtained by sitting down, even the talented scholars in mortals will have it, and the hungry will get thicker and thicker.

As the name implies, Confucian Qi is derived from the subset of history. The more comprehensible the classics left by the ancient saints, the more pure and intense the Qi.

Slim, homeless, everyday...

This is the desire of the secular reader, and for the Confucian immortal, it is three stages of great virtue.

The Wangting Pavilion, once a high school figure who had been recruited as a horse, was later falsely accused of obtaining immortality in prison.

In less than twenty years, he took the median yuan, and before he had set foot on the fairy road, his vast virtue reached a very rich level. Naturally, it is even more unlikely that he will live in vain for more than two thousand years.

Other Confucianists, most of whom read by studying five lines of magic, never forget the magic, swallowing dates. Although one morning, you can read several books, but how much do you really understand?

Unlike the pavilion, he never studied for intentional practice, but enjoyed it.

In these two millennia, apart from the Confucian classics, the hundreds of other sons have never hidden their scrolls and incorporated them.

Originally, the ancient monks of Confucius had left behind police language, and looking at other scriptures could damage great decency.

But more than a thousand years ago, Wanting Pavilion had laughed proudly in Yunzhou. Since the wind had been tied up, he had become the first master of both races of the real shemale.

Damage is good, even if he doesn't cooperate, he can confidently beat the world's invincible hands.

How can you erase your passion for reading because of eating waste and practicing?

That's good. Everlasting life is the purpose of fixing fairies, but in the view of the pavilion, nothing can be thrown away for everlasting life. What's the point of living like that? What's the difference with a walking corpse?

Of course, the pavilion had this realization, and it was because he was too strong.

It cannot be said that the practices of the ancient monks were wrong, but the pavilion was followed by unexpected gains.

In the heart of Heiner Baichuan, at the beginning, he read the books of the hundreds of children, and he really began to disappear a little bit, but the pavilion didn't care.

One year...

Two years...

With the thorough understanding of the hundreds of the children, the pavilion found that its vast integrity became stronger, not only stronger, but also mutated, with more terrible power.

Turns out his mountain stone can really attack the jade.

At this time, the body of the pavilion, wrapped in golden energy, is the radical integrity of the mutation.

Not only that, there is also an arc outside the energy, the appearance of more and more powerful, which is not over, the sound of a bang into the ear, but the hair breaks free from the bondage of the golden crown, in that golden glow rooted vertically.

Not to mention the ancient demons, Lin Xuan also stared, remembering the rumors about the Super Saiyans outside the sky that he had read in a book.

Terrible spiritual pressure, shaking the entire palace, is the world's number one master.

The ancient demon's eyebrows wrinkled, then the two narrow eyes appeared brutal at the same time.

Faced with the full strength of the observation pavilion building, he also had a bit of drumming in his heart. He understood that in the state of the opponent, if he did not do it, he would be shocked and difficult to deal with.

Not to mention the loneliness of our own people. At this moment, what style is there to talk about? Of course, it is best to do it first.

He only saw his shoulder tremble, his body fluttered, his whole body, suddenly stretched, like a soft boneless python, a demonic arm raised high, the bone blade on his elbow flashed a raw cold light, without hesitation, a knife fell towards the pavilion.

It is fast and eye-catching, far more than one could imagine.

Between the two of them, there were hundreds of feet apart, but when they shook their eyes, they actually came to their eyes.

Even transients are slightly worse than the speed of his attacks.

In the distance, Lin Xuan's pupils narrowed. This ancient demon is more subtle and strange than he had originally imagined.

Such an attack, if it suddenly comes out, whether you can escape, or not, is unknown, a bad one, maybe seconds.

After all, however, Wangting Building is the world's leading player. If you talk about the experience of fighting, I'm afraid it will be better than Lin Xuan.

The ancient demon had reached the top of his head, but his face was not frightened, lifting his hand...

And at that moment, time seemed to slow down.

The ancient demon did not have to breathe half the distance, but the bone blade clearly reached the top of the lookout pavilion, and it took more than a few times to chop it down.

As if time had been cut off.

And this is when Wangting Pavilion said softly: "Sick! ”

The golden pen in his hand, not slowly pointed forward, no, not dotted, waving ink, wrote a “shield”.

It was golden and energetic, and at this moment, made his ink.

The golden light flashed, and heaven and earth rallied wildly into the hands of the lookout pavilion, before falling into the “shield”.

Woo...

Weird sounds came in with ears, and then the naked eye could see, and that word really changed.

The text disappeared and replaced it with a golden shield.

“This...”

Lin Xuan was greatly stunned. He had seen the Jumen Liuyi, but compared to the lookout pavilion in front of him, he became a pediatrician.

Later, it was like being slowed down countless times by a bone blade before finally falling apart and hitting hard against that golden shield.

Boom!

The ears seemed like a clear thunderbolt, black and gold, two different spiritual forces, colliding in the middle of the sky.

The ancient demon stone broke through the shock, but did not break through the Viewing Pavilion defense.

As the world's number one expert, the pavilion naturally has no reason not to attack.

With the golden pen so trembling in his hand, he has written a "profit” in the middle of the sky, but this time, there is no magic instrument that changes the shape of the solid.

Instead, a thin golden ray lashed out of his hand.

Wide is just one finger, speed, more than lightning thunder, spiritual power mixed with great integrity, the target is the ancient demon's left chest position.

The heart is there, and it must be a must-kill blow for the demons of the opposite world. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)