Legend of the Great Saint

A red light burst into the sky, tearing the dark night sky, killing the air like a gust of wind sweeping. Top! Point! Novel. 2w.

Zhang Yuntian’s face changed, it was the direction of Wanhualou. Did he turn his face? However, the two top masters entered the game and did not cause such a shock. How did Xuanfeng irritate him?

Li Qingshan was not provoked, and the anger was madness. The murderous murder instantly turned Wanhualou into Shura.

Everyone is discolored, and even mourns of fear.

Yang Miaozhen can no longer remain calm, and there seems to be a thousand horses in his mind who are roaring, his body shape is like a fallen leaf in the wind, and he is shuddering.

Many of the sons and sons in the building simply climbed under the table and could not resist this horrible murder.

Zhang Xuanfeng's face was pale, and he couldn't help but step back and fell to the ground.

Li Qingshan held the handle with his backhand: "Don't be so excited!" The violent murder only slightly converged, and Zhang Xuan said: "Little girl, bet my knife, you are not worthy!"

"Yes, I don't deserve it, I have to say goodbye, Yang sister, take care." Zhang Xuanfeng jumped up and turned to escape.

"Stand up, you all say this kind of unclear words, do you want to go?" Li Qingshan’s mouth is rising: "The knife is not worthy of gambling, but you see, there is a monk here, but the master of the Pudu Temple. If you can win him back, he will thank you very much, come on, come and buy, don't buy a chop!"

"Yes." Zhang Xuanfeng turned to his face with a sad face and slowly came to Yang Miaozhen.

The abbots of the sorrowful hands are in ten, "Amitabha. Thank you, Zhang Shizhu to help the poor."

"Masters don't have to be polite, this is what I should do." Who wants to save you an old monk, Zhang Xuanfeng said: "It is better to announce the chessboard to the public, so that people in the city can also see the superb chess of Wang Ye."

"Are you afraid of me being swindled? Good, whatever you guys!"

After a while, a large chessboard made of cloth was hung outside the building.

With a bang, a black child fell on the board, and Yang Miaozhen first took the first step: "Wang Ye, please! I don't know what the name of the knives behind Wang is called?"

"The end of the road is crazy." Li Qingshan fell a hand.

"The end of the hero, this name is a bit unlucky."

Yang Miaozhen glanced. There is no rule in this step. Doesn't he really understand chess, and he is a little addicted, so he will do his own thing.

"Knife is a murderer, talk about He Ji Li. It is a hero. I am afraid of the end?"

Li Qingshan is again on the go. Don't think about it at all.

"Sell it well! I don't know where the prince is. What martial arts is practicing?"

"I am not practicing martial arts. Are you not the same?"

"Wang Ye sees it, I don't like to fight with people. So I don't like martial arts. The practice is Daomen's "Tao Xuan Jing."

Yang Miaozhen’s hand of chess was slightly stunned, showing a surprised expression. The other party was walking the same way as himself.

She paid a great price for her practice. In the past 20 years, she did not have a sneak peek. Because there is no self-protection, it is probably not an opponent of the acquired master.

She also never participated in the contest of the martial art, and even did not want to fight with people at all, even if people were laughing at the back of the air, they did not know how to use it. She believes that she is taking a beautiful road and looking down on those who are eager to win. I think it is just a group of wild dogs.

Therefore, she is probably the person who does not put Li Qingshan's prestige on the heart. I want to come up with only a fierce wolf, until this moment...

"You have a good heart and are suitable for practice."

Li Qingshan looked at her, and under the murderous deterrent of the madness of the knives, she was almost the fastest recovering one, and her heart was very good. In fact, when she stepped into the building, she noticed that her temperament was different from that of ordinary people, and she was closer to the practitioners than the military.

Although there is no clear boundary between practicing martial arts and spiritual practice, the fundamental purpose is completely different. The martial arts is to defeat the enemy, the refining is for the sake of longevity, the other is the brave struggle, and the other is self-cultivation.

The latter's road is naturally more long-term, but in this small world, it is obviously not as practical as the former. If it can't survive in a battle, it will talk about longevity. If Yang Miaozhen is not a big sect of the illusion of illusion, there is no such qualification to make such a choice, and she will not even see a decent refining law.

He taught Xue Bing to "Shui Shui qi", because her identity can prevent her from pursuing the current strength, and instead pursue the longer-term development, there is a greater chance to go to the robbery.

"It’s just that the nature is cold." Yang Miaozhen said, this is the evaluation that many people gave her.

"The warm-hearted people are not suitable for practice. The road of the Wu people is extremely wonderful, but the road to practice is destined to be lonely."

It is rare to meet a practitioner in this small world. Li Qingshan can't help but look at it. With her natural talent, if she is born in Kyushu, she will have greater development.

"I didn't believe that the lord you walked the same way as me, but now I have to believe... But are you lonely?"

"If I am not lonely, why bother with the wind and stir the rain, and make trouble in the world."

Li Qingshan said calmly, trapped in this world, even if he can do whatever he wants, like a prisoner; separated from Xiaoan, even if there are thousands of people cheering, it is lonely.

Yang Miaozhen showed a surprised smile. "If I have this ability, I might be like a prince."

"You will have this ability, at least better than everyone here. The old man's life is not worthy of your own bet, just last night, I said something similar to the other."

"Is Miss Xue Bing Xue?"

"Not bad."

"That lord, what are you using to exchange?"

"The refining method."

"The refining...the law is decided, but is it similar to "Tao Xuan Jing"?"

"You have listened to "Tai Xuan Jing" to listen to ~www.readwn.com~ Yang Miaozhen has hesitated with a little hesitation, because in the mysterious view, "Tao Xuan Jing" is really not a secret, the outer door Disciples can also arbitrarily enlighten, but no one is willing to practice.

Li Qingshan listened quietly and found that it was somewhat similar to the "congenital condensate" that he practiced at the beginning. It is even worse. At least "Congenital Condensation" is simple and straightforward, knowing what position it is, only It is regarded as the enlightenment tutorial of the practitioners. It is not as mysterious and mysterious as this "Tao Xuan Jing", and I don't even know what the sky is.

"Difficult and sloppy, nonsense, complicated things that are simple, maybe the author does not understand!"

And casually pointed out some of the fallacies, Yang Miaozhen suddenly felt suddenly open, the smoldering innocent glory, it turned out that this set of exercises has problems! If you are not a mysterious person, you are squatting on the side, perhaps you want to change your bet into a set of qi exercises.

"If you win, I will send you a set of exercises, but unfortunately, you have lost."

During the speech, the chess pieces have fallen, and the temperament of Li Qingshan has gradually changed. A pair of scorpions are no longer flexible and changeable, but they are deep and silent, which is the eyes of the turtle. (To be continued.)