Cultivation Is Like This

  What is the ascension channel?

  Is there such a thing in the Xiuxian world?

   However, the fairyland is gone, where do you want to fly?

  Lu Bei sneered at Meng Yuan's remarks. According to what he saw and speculated, the old man was tricked, and the passage given by King Yan was definitely not serious.

  Master, what is the ascension channel?

  Chang Qingyu asked in a low voice, while pulling on Lu Bei's sleeve, he cast his curious eyes on Jiang Biehe, expecting this senior to answer his questions.

My cultivator Cunzhen went to the ground, the upper body is celestial, the lower is humane, and after experiencing the baptism of the heavenly calamity, he returned to the immortal position first. stand up.

  Lu Bei listened silently, planning to ask Han Miaojun and Yan Xiaoshuang after returning home, both of them are Mahayana monks, what are their thoughts on Ascension to the Immortal Realm.

  The number of days changes is obscure and difficult to understand. We can only understand a drop in the ocean in our entire life. It is extremely difficult to seek the immortal position and fruition. It is difficult to get the recognition of the immortal world.

  Jiang Biehe bluntly said that he was ashamed. Like Meng Yuan, he was also a Mahayana monk with extremely poor understanding.

  Chang Qingyu opened his mouth wide and said dumbfoundedly: "Senior, soaring is extremely difficult, even a Mahayana monk can't ask for it, why has this junior never heard of it before?

   Knowing too much is not a good thing. For example, now, let me tell you the truth, how confident are you in your own Tao? Jiang Biehe asked rhetorically.

   Then you said it!

  Chang Qingyu was stunned, and quickly reacted: According to the meaning of the predecessors, Yan Wang has a very good understanding, and his aptitude is also top-notch among the monks in the Mahayana period.

   This crane is not talking about me, is it?

   Juniors dare not.

Hahaha, King Yan's aptitude and understanding are indeed rare in the world. Jiang's family's luck in the golden dragon has been divided into 30%, but if he says he can open the ascension channel, I don't believe it. Wrong. Jiang Biehe said firmly.

  What if?

  Chang Qingyu asked, no matter what, Meng Yuan was a monk in the Mahayana period, and King Yan could make him betray his friends for many years, and he must have produced evidence that convinces him.

   In other words, the ascension channel is very likely to exist.

   If this is the case, I will pull down my old face and go to King Yan, asking for longevity without shame.

  Chang Qingyu was speechless for a while. Compared with Jiang He and Jiang Biehe, the unassuming Jiang family cultivators, her master was too reliable.

   On the Quhe side, when I heard Meng Yuan mention the ascension channel, he immediately dismissed it and scolded: The old dog is confused, if King Yan can get longevity, he can get it himself, how can he give you a great benefit to an outsider.

  Yan Wangzhi is not in Changsheng.

   Nonsense, I think you are crazy! Qu He was so angry that he almost clenched his teeth.

   As the saying goes, good words are hard to persuade a damned ghost.

The expression    may be a little inappropriate for Mahayana monks, but it basically means the same thing.

   They have a firm mind, and they have practiced until now, and they all have the way they believe in, commonly known as the principle of admitting death and giving up their minds.

   Qu He didn't say much, just clenched his fists and said, "Follow me back, a few old friends are willing to give you a chance to make up for your mistakes."

  It's easy to go back, but I don't have the old face to see them.

  Meng Yuan muttered to himself, and then shook his head: "That's all, I had a fight with you today, and we decided to win and lose, so as to make up for the damaged Taoism of you and me."

  …

   is stubborn.

   Qu He snorted coldly, stepped forward with a bow and punched directly at Meng Yuan's face door, the latter pushed his hand open, and raised his other arm to slam into the middle door of Qu He.

   At the same time, Qu He's fist mark hidden in his abdomen suddenly blasted out.

   The two fists collided, and there were hundreds of offensive and defensive exchanges in the blink of an eye.

   Neither of them used supernatural powers. They have been close friends for many years, and they are familiar with each other's tricks.

   There was no tension in this discussion, making Chang Qingyu sleepy.

  Jiang Biehe is not the case. The two martial arts experts compete with each other. Even if they practice their hands and play around, it is a rare opportunity for others to understand the Tao.

   The more he looked, the more excited he became, and the folding fan in his hand kept shaking.

  Lu Bei only saw that he was full of love. Others fed dog food, and the two bad old men fed dog shit. It was really annoying. It would be better to turn one of them into a woman.

  Boom!!

The    fists clashed, and the air waves rolled around Qu He, and the wide sleeves and robes swelled into the wind.

  Under the silent gaze of Meng Yuan, the sleeve robes hissed and shattered, and the tattered cloth was lifted high by the strong wind.

  Old thing, do you have to go this far?

   Those who abandon me shall not stay!

  No, you abandoned me. Meng Yuan's expression was gloomy, and his whole face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He raised his arms and shattered a length of sleeve robe.

   Cut off clothes and sleeves, and the friendship for many years no longer exists.

   The two fought again, this time, the shot was the ultimate move.

  Mengyuan!!!

   The thunder-like vibrations echoed in the sky, and the sound howls disturbed the air, causing layers of ripples to smash into all directions.

  The earth shook.

  The sky and the earth sank suddenly, the gray sky was opened, and the big hand that covered the sky broke through the clouds, and pressed down according to the Nanshan Mountain.

   The billowing air turbulent, and the low and low thunder alternated endlessly, as if there were thousands of golden horses and iron horses, and the general trend of killing was formed in an instant.

  Fast! Violence! Destruction!

  The rhythm of the Qu River goes forward without any turning back, the terrifying big mudra covers the mountains, and the broken and gloomy sky rolls endlessly, as if the sky was crushed by a palm.

  The mountains trembled wildly, the earth dragon was overwhelmed, and wailed and sank, and the Taoist temple was shattered and collapsed into a cloud of dust under the pressure of Taoism.

  Boom!!!

  The sword radiated, and the sky burst into bloom in an instant. The dazzling light dispelled the darkness and gloom, and split the big handprint to cut the black sky into two.

  The blade light was fierce, and its edge was restrained and not leaking. It killed in front of Qu He, and slammed into the ocean of arrogance.

  The space was overwhelmed, and the mourning sounded one after another. Soon, the three people hidden in the void were drawn into the sea of ​​swords, and the light of the swords that seemed to destroy all living beings was densely shot.

  Jiang Biehe closed the folding fan and turned the afterimage to deflect the wisps of blade light, not intending to join the battle between Qu He and Meng Yuan.

  Chang Qingyu stood obediently behind Lu Bei, and there were white lotuses blooming with sword light, which prevented the sword light from getting close.

  Lu Bei glanced at the darkness of the void, and pointed out a sword, the sword lotus surrounding his body stretched down, the huge lotus was in full bloom, and any sword light was magnificent.

   At the end of the void, two figures walked out.

   One person is dressed in white and black, with gorgeous brocade clothes, and the appearance of the Qin Tianjian.

  A person wearing a face mask, tall and powerful, pale golden eyes are indifferent and calm.

   That man is the Great Monument of Qin Tianjian, whose name is Qiu Yuan. He is the right-hand man of King Yan, and I am not his opponent.

  …

  Jiang Biehe pointed at the ambush soldier and said: Although I don't know the other person, but seeing his arrogance and imposing manner, I guess his ability is not under Qiu Yuan, and I should not be an opponent.

  What do I need you for?

  Lu Bei complained in his heart, and noticed that the two were looking at each other, but no one looked back.

   Their eyes met, and the terrifying battle revealed boundless murderous intent, causing Chang Qingyu, who was hiding behind, to tremble, causing an unspeakable heart palpitation.

  The six Mahayana periods are mixed with a fusion period, let alone panic.

  Jiang Biehe sensed Chang Qingyu's fear and let her back down. Lingdie waved the wind, shrinking to a mustard seed, and sent her in the blink of an eye.

   did not send away.

  Jiang Biehe's name is too young, Lu Bei really couldn't believe him, so he clasped Chang Qingyu's shoulder, opened his mouth, and swallowed with a grunt.

   Fellow Daoist’s ability to store things in Tibetan is really brilliant, let’s talk about it another day.

  Jiang Biehe praised, but he didn't get angry when his hot face pressed against his cold butt.

   pointed to the opposite side and said: One person per person, Taoist friend please ask first.

  Lu Bei looked at Qiu Yuan, and then at the mysterious tomb-keeper whose realm was unknown. He took the iron sword of abandoning swordsmanship in his hand, and the sword was pointed at the tomb-keeper in the distance.

   Qiu Yuan and Jiang Biehe are fellow villagers, and the two despicable locals must have a lot of tears to confide in. As a foreigner, he should exchange opinions with foreigners.

   In addition, this mysterious tomb keeper is very aggressive, and he can pretend to be very good at a glance.

   Pinch the soft first, and earn the experience that you can earn.

  I have no eyeballs as a Taoist friend. I didn’t expect you to see people so accurately, so you picked the strongest one for me.

  Jiang Biehe nodded, his expression dignified: Fellow Daoist fights quickly, Qu He has a strong body, remember to come and save me first.

   After saying that, he patted his fingers at Qiu Yuan, turned around and patted his buttocks, and plunged his head into the void.

  La' hatred and hatred methods can be described as sober and refined in the Mahayana period, making Lu Beishen a confidant, thinking that he and Jiang Biehe will have a lot of common topics.

   Think about it or forget it, the name is too bad.

  锵——

   Their eyes met again, and the incessant sword intent roared in all directions, and the rock-solid will completed thousands of collisions in an instant.

   The sound of the explosion is endless.

  Mysterious tomb keeper shreds the void with his five fingers, opening a battlefield.

  Lu Bei's body leaned back, his strange strength shattered the void, and he fell into the darkness and walked towards the tomb guardian.

   Step out, golden light is vertical and horizontal.

  The iron sword rolled up infinitely sharp, condensed the strands of hair, slashed everything and was invincible, and fell on the shoulder of the tomb guardian with a swoosh.

  The great sword fell diagonally, venting the boundless shady scene with a bang.

   A sword slashed out, and the two passed by by mistake.

  Lu Bei slowly raised the iron sword, looking at the broken sword with only one piece left, his heart throbbed suddenly.

   So tough, although he didn't use Dao Yun, the power of the Immortal Sword Intent was unquestionable, and he couldn't break through the opponent's defense.

   What level of tortoise shell is this, where is the Wannian Lao Wangba, shouldn't he be Xuanwu?

   Jianxiu, your sword is broken.

   The void vibrated, and the sound of thunder exploded.

  The tomb-keeper turned around, his shoulders and arms were shattered, and weathered dust was scattered.

   The pale golden eyes are indifferent and calm, as if to say that this sword is not even qualified to make him face it.

  Where is the muscle guy who dares to act in front of this suzerain!

  Lu Bei threw down the iron sword, raised his fists, and the sword column rose into the sky: It's okay, punch him.

   Oh, Jianxiu uses fists?-

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