Comprehensive Martial Arts: People in martial arts, inventory of magic

The rivers and lakes are also turbulent, and the major forces have different reactions.

Datang, Cihang Jingzhai.

After reading the letter, Fan Qinghui finally let go of half of her worries.

"With the presence of the hero Chuanying, at least the world will not be in danger of being overthrown."

"As long as the great demon on the Supreme True Demon List does not come out, the rest of the demons are heretics, so what fear!"

However, Fan Qinghui felt a sense of urgency when she thought that Cihang Jingzhai was the leader of the righteous way of the Tang Dynasty, but she didn't even have a celestial being.

As the owner of Cihang Jingzhai, she can feel that the future world is bound to be turbulent.

As hidden powerhouses appear on the list one after another, a great world will usher in.

If you can't seize the opportunity, ride the wind.

Cihang Jingzhai will only be thrown further and further away.

Falling from a height, it finally became a foil for soy sauce, eclipsed.

She will never allow this.

"Come on, this seat is going to retreat."

"If you don't take half a step, you will never leave the gate."

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Song Dynasty, Shaolin Temple.

The abbot Xuan is compassionate and compassionate.

"Amitabha."

"Accompanied by Lu Lu's benefactor, the story of the land gods has spread all over the world, and Yuedan's comments are even more unstoppable."

"This is a good thing and a bad thing."

"Fortune and misfortune depend on each other."

"I hope my Shaolin will be safe and sound in the coming great world."

Several other masters on the side comforted.

"Amitabha."

"My Shaolin Temple has been inherited for thousands of years, with a profound heritage."

"If the great world comes, if you move, you will ride the wind and waves, soaring upward; if you are still, you will live in one place, a pure land on earth."

"Brother Abbot, don't worry too much."

"It's just that the cultivation base of the monks in the temple really should be increased."

All true teaching.

Zixiao Palace.

At this time, the Quanzhen Seven Sons gathered together.

"I didn't expect that the master didn't die, but lived in seclusion for more than 20 years, concentrating on cultivation."

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"Since the master is alive, let me see who dares to underestimate my Quanzhen sect in the future."

"Nowadays, the rumors of Yuedan's comments have spread widely, and heaven and earth gods have appeared one after another. We have to make early plans. The cultivation of the few of us can't keep the Quanzhen sect at all.

The top priority is to find the master as soon as possible, and invite him to sit in the teaching center, and put all other matters aside for the time being.

If there is an old man like him, half of the burden on our shoulders can be lifted. "

"Dugu Qiubai announced that he would go to the Demon Palace and fight fiercely against the Demon Sect Meng Chixing.

With the character of the master, if he knew about this, he would not stand by and watch.

When the time comes, we can go there and try it out.

Even if it fails, it can still contribute to the Central Plains martial arts. "

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At this time, in an ordinary small town.

A middle-aged man with disheveled hair and unkempt appearance who was forging iron moved his ears when he heard the discussions of people in the Jianghu.

For a long time, he muttered to himself, his eyes full of memories.

"Hero Chuanying, I haven't heard anyone call me that in more than 100 years."

"Even I almost forgot the name myself."

"For more than 100 years, I have lived in seclusion for more than 100 years. Unexpectedly, there are still people who remember me."

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"Mr. Motianyalu, not only has the ability to judge heavenly secrets, but also a real land god."

"interesting."

"After hiding for so many years, it's time to go out for a walk."

The words fall.

The man turned and went back to the room.

Soon, the oldest blacksmith shop in the town closed.

An unattractive middle-aged man, carrying a rusty sword and wearing a gray cloth, walked out of the town against the wind and sand.

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Mongolian Yuan.

Snow Mountain.

There are many temples one after another, and the sound of chanting scriptures and wooden fishes is constant.

Colorful clouds float in the sky, and the sky is blue.

The grass grows in the mountains and the warblers fly, full of vitality.

The mountains are covered with snow and the springs are clear.

Full of Buddhist peace and Zen.

This place is the Buddhist sect, one of the three great holy places in the Mongolian and Yuan dynasties.

In a meditation room.

Ying Yuan clasped his hands together, the treasure looks solemn.

The whole body is full of strong Buddha spirit, just like a living Buddha, people can't help but worship.

"Amitabha."

"Father, this time you are listed on the Supreme True Immortal List, and you are on it. I don't know if you will come out again."

"The old monk is looking forward to meeting you."

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Daming Jianghu.

Magician's Palace.

Dressed in black, Pang Ban, like a demon god, turned the letter into ashes.

A meaningful smile appeared on the almost evil handsome face.

"master."

"It has been silent for a hundred years, and it has accumulated for a hundred years."

"This exposure, you should also make up your mind and take the last step."

Thinking of what happened upstairs in Fengcai, Pang Ban suddenly snorted coldly.

"It's just a bunch of ants, and they also want to deal with the master."

"Impossible."

"Come here, find out the details of Mr. Lu on Motianya as soon as possible."

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On the top of the Motian cliff, asked in the palace.

The external disturbances have nothing to do with this place. The breeze is blowing, the leaves of the sycamore trees are rustling, and the years are peaceful.

Just as the great dynasties believed, this place is a land beyond the world.

Lu An didn't rush to draw the lottery, but after enjoying a rare few days of life, on an auspicious day with a full moon in the sky, he returned to his room and communicated with the system.

"System, start the lottery!"

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Chapter 46 The Land of Pilgrimage to Immortals, the Academy Without Distance (please collect, please subscribe)

"Congratulations to the host for gaining 35 popularity this time."

"You can draw 35 bronze treasure chests, seven silver treasure chests, and three gold treasure chests."

"Do you want to draw now?"

"Extract!"

"Old rules, first small and then big!"

With Lu An's order, the familiar prompt sounded through his mind.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining a bottle of middle-grade Breakthrough Pill."

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining a bottle of the middle-grade immortal life pill."

"Congratulations to the host for getting 1 taels of gold."

"Congratulations to the host for winning one hundred euphorbia warriors."

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the "Sword of Red Clouds."

……

In the room, the moonlight fell on Lu An's face.

At this time, he curled his lips into a smile, and there was joy in his brows.

Although the rewards are common, they cannot hold up to a large amount.

Lu An has a cold temper, not without joy or anger.

It's hard for him not to be happy with such a reward.

Taking a deep breath, Lu An continued to draw the lottery, and silver was next.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the vajra physique of the white-clothed monk Li Dangxin ("[-]/[-]")."

"Congratulations to the host for winning the gold list breakthrough (half) of the white-clothed monk Li Dangxin."

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the giant turtle."

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Northern Mang True Dragon!"

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the iron-eating beast."

"Congratulations to the host for getting the Tongtian Pill."

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Sword of the Peach Blossom Sword God!"

Lu An's eyes lit up.