Legend of the Cultivation God

"But it is the strength of Yuanli's second and third products. Actually, I dare to arrogate in front of Xiaomou! I am not afraid of losing your face of Confucianism. I am not afraid to flash my tongue?" Xiao Hua's cold irony was introduced to Dong. In the ear of the professor, Professor Hu once again took a breath of air, and looked at Xiao Hua indisputably.

Yes, Professor Dong’s strength, how can Professor Hu not know? That is the famous majesty of the Imperial Academy, plus a very powerful tiger pet, the general Confucianism is difficult to cope. But this is a fierce person, actually not the enemy of Xiao Hua! That Xiaohua is not the strength of the four or five products? However, between the thoughts, Professor Dong is somewhat aware. Xiao Huali’s great stick is the way of physical repair. It is really the nemesis of Professor Wu Xiudong, especially the footwork and body shape of Xiao Hua when he killed the hungry tiger. It is obviously a mysterious martial art. However, Professor Dong’s means is not so much. Why did he not have a backhand under the attack, but Professor Hu was puzzled.

"Let's let it go, Xiaomou is too lazy to pay attention to these people who are waiting for the tiger! Xiaomou will go to the college to find the real murderer." Xiao Hua will wave his hand, Tianma is four-legged, following Xiaohua's body, " Just just a warning, if you don't know your self-love, the next time you die is not the spiritual pet you wait for! Xiaomou doesn't mind hand-dying blood, use your blood to pay homage to my disciples, and use your life to give way. Master Shan closed his eyes."

When Professor Hu heard Xiao Hua’s words, he looked up at Tianma. On the broken car, Daoshan took his head. The eyes on the face of Tieqing solidified the horror and did not believe. He sighed in his heart and slammed into the front of Xiao Hua. For the first time, he said: "Xiao Hua, you can find a fair for your disciples. Hu must also seek peace for my Confucian disciples. You have thousands of people who are arrogant, and Hu also has a twist. Bold. Come on, you have to keep your hand, if you want to enter the Imperial Academy, you can only roll it from Hu’s body!”

"Oh..." Xiao Hua sneered, screaming in his hand, cried, "How about rolling over from you? Today Xiaomou will go to your Royal Academy. From the body of your imperial college, you can roll it up." If you don’t find the real swearing, don’t give up.”

Professor Hu saw that Xiao Hua was not moved by words. He looked around the academy and now he is already crowded. Not only the students in the college are waiting for it, but the villagers around him are also crowded. The eyes are envious or eager. Or astonished or curious. Even if it is not the Imperial Academy here, I am afraid that everyone has long been screaming and screaming.

"You have to wait for it!" Xiao Hua looked coldly at Professor Dong and the two behind him. "You are not the enemy of Xiao!"

“No need~” Professor Hu shook his head slightly. “Although you can beat Dong Fei in one stroke, it is the strength of Yuan Li’s second and third products. If I wait for it, why not bully it?”

"With you..." Xiao Hua sneered. "If you don't bother to be bullied, why should you arrange in the college?"

Professor Hu turned his head and looked at the avenue of the academy. It really consisted of hundreds of thousands of students standing in a well-organized manner, one by one or with a pen or ink in his hand, or with a book waiting to be seen, and smiled bitterly: "Ning is a jade It’s not for the whole. Xiao Xianyou has pushed my college to a dead end! I am waiting for each student to be a member of the academy. At this time, it is natural to resist life.”

"One person is killing. One hundred people are killing, and a thousand people are also killing!" Xiao Hua’s hand swayed and screamed. "That will kill you first!"

"Professor Hu is careful!" Two Confucian monks next to see Xiao Hua so fierce, that the wishful stick will be disturbed by the awe-inspiring anger of the left, and hurriedly reminded.

"Sword is in my chest, righteousness in the heavens and the earth, I am worshipping the heavens and the earth with my own body, I hope to be in the realm of the awe-inspiring!" Professor Hu screamed, and the swords of the whole body were flourishing, and the vastness of the eternal gas fell into the sky with the Tianhe River. In the body of the professor, then it was turned into a sword river, and the face of the skull rushed toward Xiao Hua. It is the famous river of Confucianism!

"Come on!" Xiao Hua yelled, and he did not hesitate to dance like a good bar. He rushed into the Jianhe River and sang his voice. "I am a door to the beam, and I am in the Changhe River. I am as good as the sword and the river. A hand is great!"

Flying swords like a river, it seems that every wave in the rushing river is a savage sword. It seems that every silky light can pierce Xiao Hua, and these visions will make everyone’s eyes flash in expectation. Whether it is a secular person or a college student, they are eager to use this flying sword to provoke Xiao Hua of the Academy to become a white bone, and they have no doubt that Professor Hu has such means. This river of flying swords is endless, and there is a lot of ambitions in the air. In addition, Xiaohua’s Taoist monks who have seen the power of the sword have long been insufficiency.

If Xiaohua Shentong is still there, I am afraid that I will not ignore this sword river. Whatever the spirit of Yuanguang will be sacrificed, I can immediately ask Professor Hu’s life; or the technique of mine-leading will be displayed, and the thunder will be on Jianhe. Great! It is a pity that Xiaohua at this time, Bu Zongxiu can not be used, the magical powers are even more dare to reveal, and the practice of soul repair is slightly weak, and only the good ones can be used!

Although there is only one wishful stick, Xiao Hua dances with both hands, and the golden light of a group flashes like Optimus Prime, which stands still between the heavens and the earth, and the swords of Ren Qianqian are coming from the impact, all of them are one by one. Crushed, turned into a broken firefly disappeared in the wind.

"This... How is this possible?" At the same time, everyone was shocked. Professor Hu was shocked. "Hu Mou’s long river is the condensation of Hao Ran. In fact, the iron can hit? Xiao Hua is in this hand... Is it a fairy?"

Yes, Professor Hu has only seen Feijian blocked by weapons. He has never seen any weapons of the Tibetan Continent can block the mighty gas. Moreover, there is no mana fluctuation on the weapon of Xiao Hua. It seems that there is no application at all. Dafa!

Professor Hu was amazed, the momentum was weak, and the awe-inspiring spirit was equally slack. At this moment, Xiao Hua was a robe flying, and roared: "You are eating a little!"

During the speech, the wishfulness has become longer. Although Xiao Hua does not show any body, it is as good as a mountain. Professor Hu’s left and right are all shrouded. The air is flowing and the air is solidified immediately. In the eyes of the eyes, Xiao Hua is no different from the gods!

"Not good!" Professor Hu faced the wishfulness, his heart trembled, and hurriedly put his hands in one fell swoop. Dozens of swordsman flew out of his hands and turned into a sword net. He wanted to block the wishful stick, and at the same time, he was Put a mouth, a mouthful of gold gas spit out, also turned into a mouthful if the real little sword, after the first to catch up with the sword net!

"Silver, Jinqi Chaoyuan~~" Xiao Hua does not understand the power of this golden sword. He only feels that this little sword contains a kind of sinuous fluctuation, which is better than the sword of the sword. The sword must be powerful, but all the students in the college can be the people who know the goods. Some people have been surprised to say, "Professor Hu has actually cultivated into the realm of Jinqi Chaoyuan!!!"

“Golden gas Chaoyuan?” Xiao Hua listened to her ear and immediately thought of the so-called Wuqi Chaoyuan. I didn’t feel sneer. “What is Laozi’s gold gas Chaoyuan! Muqi Chaoyuan! In my door Under the spell, everything is illusory!"

"Oh..." Ruyi fell unrelentingly, "Card..." dozens of sounds of crisp sounds, the sword net was crushed into pieces, "Hey..." a sword that resounded through the sky When the sound suddenly started, the little sword of Jinqi Chaoyuan was still invincible under the force of Wan Hao. Although it was extremely bleak by Xiao Hua, it was still able to escape from the self-satisfaction of Cangjie and rushed into Professor Hu’s In the mouth!

Professor Hu is as dead as he is, standing almost unstable in midair! In particular, the wishful stick fell like a mountain, and he has already smelled the breath of death. Seeing the shadow of the wishfulness has shrouded himself, Professor Hu suddenly sighed in the chest like a boil, a long-lost ambition rushed to his heart, although his figure is like a dead branch shaking in the wind, but the eyes are like awl Looking straight at the falling ruthlessness, he smiled and said: "One of my life, my heart is awesome, there is a beginning and a end, there is a joy in life, what fear is there?"

"Grandma's, I didn't want to kill you at all! You shouted like this, didn't you let Laozi have no face?" Xiao Hua even killed Wu Hao and found the exact evidence. How can it be plain now? Killing Professor Hu? At this time, I heard Professor Hu’s words and I laughed at it.

How can Xiao Hua think about others? The two Confucianists next to Professor Hu will be tempted to save the real gas. At this time, a clear voice does not have the slightest fireworks in the world: "Xiao Hua, since you have no intention of killing, why? Is it so aggressive?"

This sound seems to be in the ear, but it can be heard carefully as if in the heart, just like talking to himself. When Xiao Hua is shocked, he will not let go of his thoughts and shout: "Who?"

I know that there is no abnormality in God's thoughts, and there is no feeling in other people. Even Professor Hu is still a kind of death. How does Xiao Hua know that he has met a master?

"Hey, who said that Laozi didn't mean killing?" Xiao Hua sneered, long-sounding, "Let's wait for you to see my way!"

Saying, the already stagnation of the wishful bar once again hit the wind and thunder!

"Ah~" This gap, everyone seems to understand what, are exclaimed, seems to be worried about the fate of Professor Hu.

"Oh..." The voice sighed. Xiao Hua suddenly felt that he had a mire under the bar. Although there was no great force, the seemingly endless entanglement of the silk was wrapped in the wishfulness. Looking at the other side of the college, a thin tall man like Xiao Hua flew in a cyan gown slowly.