Legend of the Cultivation God

Yu Zhongli slightly bite his lips and look at the hesitant father. He is also looking at the army that has been noisy in the distance. He will smack his heart and squat down on the ground. He solemnly said: "The younger generation has seen Xiaozheng, the younger generation. This will go to Murong Hanping, the younger generation dare not ask the predecessors to save Yifeng, but after the younger generation, this tour is the right to swim, please see the seniors in the ... with the incense of the right ... but please seniors Reach out and save me!"

Looking at his son's majesty, Yun Yun's heart is not grief, but deep remorse and self-blame. Previously, Xiao Hua made it clear that he had to accept his son as an apprentice, and he refused mercilessly, even put down. Hey, then at this time, at the critical juncture, how do you ask him to beg for others? If you have had a good relationship before, why should you say a word yourself!

"The ancestors..." At this time, a slightly tender voice sounded in the distance. A boy dressed in a royal robe sat with a dragon in a crowd of palace ladies. With this voice, it was a tyrannical knowledge that was swept away from the Yifeng Guoguo. This **** is very familiar with the cloud, isn’t it the Murong Hanping, the national teacher of the East China?

Yu Yun’s heart is clear. When the East was invaded by Xinguo, because of the marriage between You Zhongquan and Chang Yuan, Yi Fengguo sent troops to the Xinguo Alliance, and there was also a familiar Confucianism with the help of the family. This allowed Xin Guo to escape. . Nowadays, the country is re-offending, and because of the reasons for the heavy weight of the right, Xinguo is temporarily unable to send troops, and the situation in Yuzhou is subtle. Many Confucianism are involuntarily, and the tourists cannot find suitable support to resist Murong Hanping. I have always hoped that the East will be in accordance with the old calendar of the Tibetan Immortals, but those who do not have a national teacher will generally not be played by the national division first, but he never imagined that Murong Hanping actually arrived!

Since Murong Hanping came, Yifeng Guo is finished!

"Oh..." is at the time of Yun Yunsi. The tour came up and said, "The monarch is coming, and the baby is ready to meet the enemy..."

"Xiao Zhenren, are the eyes of the younger generation..." You Yun knows that it is hard to come back. I hurriedly looked at Xiao Hua and said something in my mouth. When I bite my teeth, I will fall to the ground.

Xiaohua’s brow wrinkled and lifted his hand, preventing Yun Yun from saying, “You are the shackle of the right to swim. You don’t have to be so gifted.”

"Silk..." Xiao Hua’s words are not worthy of a round of dark nights, and I will wake up the desperate heart of Yun Yun. He took a sip of cold air and hurriedly squatted. "The younger generations are blind, and they have blamed the real people before. Now the younger generations invite the predecessors... to accept the children as disciples, and I am also a true master."

Next to Fu Zhiwen, of course, knows his master's thoughts. He is afraid that Xiao Hua will not come to Taiwan. He hurriedly smiled: "Master... You are also eager to be a child. I used to wait for the door to go to the door. Now I look at the face of the younger sister. Just forgive them!"

"Hmm..." Xiao Hua nodded. Waving up, "Get up! The old man is willing to take the weight of the game, but don't want to take the whole tour."

"Yes, yes..." Youyun was overjoyed and hurriedly nodded. "The younger generation understands. The younger generation understands."

Xiao Hua looked at the dragons that stopped in the distance and frowned. "Now the old man is attached to the home, and the country's old master of the country can certainly block it! However, you can't forget the old man. It is a Taoist repair. The fairy palace wants to be guilty, the old man takes a shot, and you Yifengguo can drop the handle!"

"Xiao Zhenren is famous for Tibetan immortals, but Xiangong seems to have not yet given the immortal to take it!" You Yun smiled bitterly. "And now, the younger generation can't care much, but please let the real person!"

"Mu Rong Hanping is a person of Murong family?" Xiao Hua suddenly asked.

"Nature is!"

"The disciple of the Murong family is so bullying?" Xiao Huaqi said.

"Mu Rong Han Ping is just a disciple of the Murong family..." You Yun accompanied the laughter. "If it is the son of the Murong family, how can you come to the East to be a national teacher?"

"This way!" Xiao Hua nodded slightly and said, "The old man understands! The old man is with the Murong family's Murong from the cloud has a side..."

Seeing that Murong Hanping has released the knowledge of the gods, Xiao Hua is still here and not too slow to say, Yun Yun is anxious, can hear Xiao Hua actually and Murong from the cloud has a side, Yunyun Another heart is a joy, anxiously said: "Mu Rong from the cloud is the shack of the Murong family, if the real person has her tokens, just let it out, you can let this Murong Hanping retreat!"

"How can the old man only have a relationship with her?" Xiaohua smiled. "The old man just wants to find a two-pronged strategy!"

You Yun listened, and I was very grateful. I turned to the court and said: "Rite, let’s talk to the king. I will send people out to fight!"

"Yes, hey!" The greetings promised and rushed to the past. The lord of Yifeng Kingdom is just a slap in front of the guerrillas. The words of Youyun are the sacred in Yifeng.

"Master, if it is not, go out to fight with the disciples!" Fu Zhiwen took the initiative to ask.

Xiao Hua shook his head: "If you are not sealed by the teacher, it is definitely possible, but now it is not the enemy of Murong Hanping."

"Seal?" The cloud is slightly stunned, and some can't believe it. After all, Fu Zhiwen seems to be just the scribe of the scribes. It may even be the end of the literary life. "Is it difficult for him to be a literary master?"

"But, still shoot for the teacher!" Xiao Hua slightly thought, and said.

"Yes, Master!" Fu Zhiwen respectfully said, "The disciple sees Master **** the Quartet!"

"Haha, how do you deal with a small Murong from the cloud?" Xiao Hua laughed and flew up in the air, but he saw him with a mouth, "Hey..." A burst of swords and sounds rose into the sky. Nine-way Jianguang fluttered out with the sword!

"Confucian kendo?" You Yun stood on the ground, feeling that Xiao Hua's body was full of vigour, and the sharp swordsmanship swelled within a few hundred feet. Each sword gas touched a sigh of anger, it was pure The Confucianism of the Confucianism was repaired, and his heart was not shocked. He knew that Fu Zhiwen’s previous statement was non-virtual.

In the moment of the surprise of Yun Yun, the nine swords have already flown out of the national capital of Yifeng. These nine flying swords are really like the nine-star transit. Every time there is a breath of swordsmanship in Jianguangzhi Sent in the middle, producing an extremely powerful sword! Moreover, there is a huge amount of awe-inspiring rush between the sword and the roaring air. The awe-inspiring spirit is surrounded by swords, which is like a king. The swords of the nine flying swords are converged into one, and they are dressed in a long space. Before the armor of Confucianism!

This Confucianism is tall and handsome, and a long-standing high-ranking pride is born between the eyebrows. This Confucian revision is the national teacher of the East China, Murong Hanping. However, at this time, where can Murong Hanping still have a contempt? Looking at the flying sword coming from the whistle, all the previous plans were turned into dust and dissipated in this sword!

"How is it possible? When did the family make a master monk? In the past, whether it was the information that was discovered or the eye-catching technique, there was no such powerful person! It’s hard to just fly away from the Sima family’s disciples... Isn't it because of the reason why my army attacked the city?" Murong Hanping perceives that this murderous sword is completely shrouded in him. The infuriating spirit in Zhongdantian is extremely shocked in this sword, and a feeling of powerlessness is born in his heart. "Is it true that people are not as good as days? But... if it is not to fight and retreat... How can the old man explain to his old man?" Murong Hanping naturally knows that he is not the enemy of the flying sword master. If it is unusual, he has already retired. But now he is unwilling to heart! Or don't dare! !

I thought that I was just a chess piece on the chessboard. Murong Hanping bite his teeth and stretched out his hand to take out an old textual axis from the armor. Under the temperament, he raised his hand and threw it out, "Hey... "When the axis of the text unfolds, a sound like a raptor screams out, and the momentary splendid sword light is also like a rising sun!"

"Boom..." is like a wind and a cloud, and the arrogance of the dozens of miles outside the Yifeng Guodu City rushes into the Jianguang. In Jianguang, a "sword" with a few dozen feet is inscribed. And stand!

The word "sword" has just been born, and every painting has begun to tremble. The sound of a huge sword is endless, and there is no need for Murong Hanping to do anything. That Ming culture has dozens of flying swords to meet Xiaohua’s Jiuxingling. day.

"Oh..." Dozens of flying swords collided in an instant, thousands of swords fluttered, the brilliance of all kinds of brilliance, the deafening roar of the sound more resounding throughout the sky!

Murong Hanping urged the infuriating force to resist the influx of the wind, and widened his eyes to show his eyes and eyes, and stared at the air, a rare expectation on his face!

It’s a pity that just between the counts and the numbers, a flying sword like a colorful dragon flies out of the sword light, falling straight on the axis of the air, and the scroll is broken like a paper paste. Boom..." At the same time as the axis broken, more swords lighted into broken inscriptions flying in the sky, like the snow falling in the sky!

"How... How could it be??" Murong Hanping was completely stunned. Even the flying sword broke through the axis of the text and fell to his head. "This is the text of the Wensheng Book." How could it be so vulnerable?"

However, immediately the sharp sword light on the forehead will wake him up. Under the Jianguang, his eyebrows and other **** lines are cracked, and the blood of the road is seeping out. Murong Hanping has no doubt, as long as the opponent turns one He is going to be in the same place!

This is what he has never encountered before as a teacher of a country!

Bloodshot condensed into a blood drop, slowly sloping, passing through the face of Murong Hanping, Murong Han did not dare to move, the flying sword is heavier than any mountain he has ever seen... (To be continued, please search Floating astronomy, the novel is better updated faster!

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