Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

"Wow!"

The little mirage emerged from the waist, grabbed the belt, and widened its eyes.

Everyone stood on the deck, looked up, and felt admiration.

What a spectacle!

Rare in the world!

In the past, Liang Qu asked Su Guishan about the mirage dragon cloud on the fairy island. He once mentioned that there were three thousand floating islands in Tianshan.

It can be seen that floating islands are not exclusive to mirages.

It is the natural creation of heaven and earth.

He originally thought that the Xuankong Temple was a temple built on the mountain. If it were bigger and more spectacular, it might be able to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people. In this world, it was not surprising. He had never imagined that it was exactly the same place as the Immortal He Yun Shang. An island-like wonder!

Just witnessing it with one's own eyes can make outsiders feel dull and tired.

The monks above are fighting with others, can't they be better than three points?

"When Senior Mirage Long was still alive, the Jianghuai skyline might have been more prosperous than the scene in front of him." Long Binglin looked at the leopard and sighed.

No one refuted.

Yunshang Xiandao is indeed the best floating island in the world.

During the Grain Rain season, the climate further warms up, and as far as the eye can see, both sides of the bank are covered with fluffy green grass and green willows. At the same time, between the alternation of cold and warm, there is more rain and the sky is gray and foggy.

Above the mountains.

Shrouded in shadow, several huge islands comparable to landmass crowded the field of vision, nestled between the sea of ​​clouds, completely separated from the earth.

The island is quiet, surrounded by clouds and mist. There are many magnificent temples, and the gilded roof of the main hall is covered with a layer of white snow.

Only the golden carvings are exposed, as if heaven and earth are two seasons.

Outside the central temple gate, neatly carved square stairs stretch from the sky to the land.

Thirty thousand floating ladders!

If it’s a sunny day, it’s like a Buddhist kingdom on earth, a holy place for worship!

At the end of the stairs, there is another large temple perched on the ground, stretching for countless miles.

Fulong Temple is under Xuankong Temple.

Except for the Five Great Dao Tong and the imperial court, there was a mixed bag of ordinary small sects and small sects. They were not qualified to stay in Xuankong Temple, so they all settled in Fulong Temple.

The long street outside the temple extends in all directions, with carriages galloping and bells ringing in front of them.

The crowd was chaotic, mixed with monks, noisy and noisy. It could be seen from their clothing that many people formed their own sects.

Liang Qu admitted that he had underestimated Xuankong Temple before.

It is entirely because Dashun has such a strong sense of existence, and the upward path is so obvious, that to find a way out, he either joins the army or becomes an official. On weekdays, all five avenues have no sense of existence.

But for the place where Taoism is located and even the surroundings, the situation is completely opposite!

The sense of existence of Taoism among local people is only inferior to that of the sun in the sky, and even more powerful than the bright moon!

The strong wind from the river blows away the short brown hair.

The Otter Kai on the telescope looked solemn, holding the telescope tightly, with a rare seriousness and pressure on his face.

Scarface·——·

Is this where you practice?

"It's spectacular, let's go! Let's go to the island to find a spot!"

Xu Zishuai was gearing up and excited.

Others are not qualified to stay in this temple. Needless to say, they must be there. I can’t wait to go up and have a look.

I just wonder if there is a wishing tree, so I can pray for blessings or something.

Jiang Otter lowered the sail.

The treasure ship moves along the current.

King Vajra Mingyang gave a sermon on the 26th. Today is the 21st. There are still five days left. It is the peak of the mountain where people come to worship. On the river, there are many people coming continuously like Liangqu, so that there is some congestion and it is necessary to " queue".

Under the suspended ladder.

On the riverside next to the big temple, there is a port directly for guests. When monks come and go, the boats will be led directly into Fulong Temple by the monks after they have paid their respects.

Many young people had nothing to do. They gathered at the door and looked around. Several circles formed among them. Several people gathered around one person. The people gathered were all without exception. They were all well-educated and knowledgeable people. Whenever they met someone, they would come forward. After submitting the greeting card, you can hear the besieged people's detailed reports and follow-up messages.

The ship docked.

The ground shook slightly.

Several Henglian martial arts masters jumped off the bow of the ship, immediately catching the crowd's attention.

Nothing else.

The physiques of these people are very special. Their limbs are so thick that they are a bit unnatural, their forearms are thicker than their upper arms, and Liang Qu’s bulging back almost reminds him of “Popeye”.

"Brother Li, what's going on with these people? Are they born with different physiques?"

Several circles whispered, and in one of them, the man named Li Ge shook his head: "No, I tell you, this is the characteristic of cultivating and refining fascia, and he should be a person from Yunhe River Valley."

"Refining fascia will become like this?"

"Human fascia is both a protection and a restriction. It is like a big membrane that wraps around our whole body. Whenever the muscles expand, it will limit the maximum force of the muscles.

It is said that there was a senior expert in the Yun Valley who discovered that by cutting a slit in the fascia of the forearm, the ultimate strength of the forearm increased by almost half. After generations of research, he developed a miraculous skill called Iron Heng.

Refining the whole body's fascia into strips, without any restrictions, first the forearms, then the legs. Every time the process is successful, the size of the corresponding part will skyrocket, so some of them look inhuman.

I heard that the younger generation of Yunhe River Valley leaders, who is only 28 years old, has already joined the tiger hunt, and his limbs are made of iron.

Extraordinary, its power is several times that of an ordinary hunting tiger! Famous! "

"Is there such a thing? Can I marry a wife?" Xu Zishuai rubbed his chin.

Everyone turned around, a little dissatisfied with the interjection of someone who came out of nowhere.

People sacrifice their appearance for martial arts, but you actually talk about flattering your mother-in-law in such a disgraceful way?

vulgar!

While they were out, everyone didn't talk much and didn't bother to argue. They just boasted about how much Brother Li knew, and then lamented the amazing skills of Yunhe River Valley.

"The strength is several times that of the same realm, it is really a famous horizontal training method!"

"At the age of twenty-eight, he can practice to the level of tiger hunting. The young master of Yunhe Valley is also extraordinary."

Yunhe Valley ignored the comments of outsiders, presented the visiting card, got the doorplate and waited for the boat to leave.

Then several white-clothed sword cultivators jumped off the bow, all of them handsome men and beautiful women, with swords on their backs.

"What about that one?"

"Oh, it's the Beiling Sword Sect---"-They also practiced swordsmanship, and their origins were even greater. They were the second ancestor of the Dongtian Sect in the past. They used the sword heart to temper the invisible sword energy. Speaking of it, this generation of Dongtian Sect has masters.

The chief swordsman entered the tiger hunting at the age of twenty-five, which was earlier than all the other sects. When he broke through, he almost missed the record of Ping Dashun in one year.

He watched the sword for three years, listened to the sword for three years, and heard the sword for three years. Once he held the sword, his innate sword energy spread across several miles without losing its power, which was superb! His name is known throughout the three continents and six prefectures. He is truly a rare genius!"

"I have heard that the sword-controlling skills of the Dongtian Sect have always been difficult to practice. Without talent and perseverance, it will be difficult to master for a lifetime. But once it is mastered, it is extraordinary. The sword energy is invisible and can be launched in all directions. It is enough to defeat the strong and powerful!"

"The world is so big, and there are so many heroes. It is a pity that we can only watch. "

As soon as these words came out, countless people resonated.

"Hey, he entered the tiger hunting at the age of twenty-five. He is a young master. The descendants of such high-ranking sects not only practice quickly, but also have unique skills. When they compete with the same level, how can they be compared with others?"

"Twenty-five, not fast."

Arrogant and ignorant!

Some people almost couldn't bear it and slammed the table.

"Brother Li, what about that? "Xu Zishuai pointed at the treasure ship behind the handsome man and beautiful woman.

Interrupted the spell.

Brother Li looked in the direction of his finger.

The treasure ship behind the sword cultivator was integrated, with no gaps in the wooden planks, and it was very eye-catching in the whole river.

"Yin Yang Creation Wood! It's someone from the imperial court!"

Brother Li's expression became serious. The treasure ship was covered by other large ships, and he didn't even notice that such a big Buddha had come!

"The imperial court? Dragon Elephant Martial Saint is coming?"

The key words came out.

Everyone in the field cast their eyes, including the Yunhe Valley and Beiling sword cultivators in front and behind.

The sword cultivators even wondered whether they should move the boat first and let the people behind come first.

"No, there is only one treasure ship in front and behind, and the imperial court shouldn't have so many people." Brother Li shook his head to deny it. Soon, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and thought of something, his pupils dilated, "I know who it is!"

Everyone asked hurriedly.

"Twenty-two! Dashun Xingyi Bo! "

The waves of the river were still.

The nine characters weighed heavily on my heart.

It turned out to be him!

Several sword cultivators thought about it and thought that the famous Xingyi Bo was no worse and was also worthy of giving way. They were about to take back their badges and move the boat.

"Who is Xingyi Bo?"

Everyone thought it was that spoiler again, but when they turned around, they found Xu Zishuai also looking back at others.

The crowd parted.

The fat boy at the back scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed and annoyed by the looks of the group of people, and said stubbornly as if he was ignorant.

"You said that the 22nd Xingyi Bo, it should be the 22nd to enter the tiger hunting, it is indeed powerful, but it is not famous all over the world, right? Does he have any powerful skills?"

"What powerful skills are there?"

Brother Li slapped his forehead.

"He is Zhenxiang!"