Legend of the Cultivation God

The ninth seventy-one chapter is difficult to enter the mountain gate

"Is it strange?" The monk smiled and said: "Do you think that this trick is very good? Is it something others can't think of? Hey, there are so many smart people in this world, you have long been out of date!"

"Well, I have been talking about it for a long time, please ask the two donors to turn around!"

Zhang Xiaohua sighed and said: "I also ask the big monk, the host of Dalin Temple is growing long?"

"That is natural!" The great monk said proudly: "Since you know that you are growing up, do you still want to be lucky?"

"That's easy!" Zhang Xiaohua turned back and looked at her dreams. The dream came forward, a serious saying: "In the next is the sacred sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the singer, Xia Xia The life of the great master of the church is to come to the president to grow old, to have important announcements, and to ask the monk to quickly pass the signal to the temple!"

"Ha ha ha" the big monk listened, not only did not awe-inspiring, but it was almost a smile on his stomach. After a long while, he held back his smile and pointed his finger at Zhang Xiaohua: "Is he? He still protects the law." Disciple? You...you have to have a scale for you to make a mystery. How can he be a disciple?"

"But also, you don't even see the home is just a patrol, but ... sprinkle the family also knows that the sacred religion will wait for the next year to walk the rivers and lakes, you come now, how could it be... hahahaha..."

Waiting for the monk to laugh, I saw that Zhang Xiaohua looked at him with no expression and coldly, and then sneered: "You turn around, sprinkle home and see you are just juniors who have entered the rivers and lakes for the time being. You are good at the guilt of Dalin Temple!"

"How can you believe?" asked the dream, and then took out his own pocket from his arms. He slammed his hand to the monk and said, "This is the waist card underneath. It is also a token of the sacred religion. You And check it out!"

The monk borrowed it, and took a closer look. His face was awkward. He threw his waist back and shook his head. "It’s just a patrol, but what did you see in the sacred religion? You can count this thing. It’s fake, it’s not known about it!”

"You... how can you believe?" The dream was hurried.

"I don't know, it only knows that after the scent of the scented church, someone can appear, especially your so-called inner disciple!"

"You..." The dream is over.

"This master, or else... You take this waist card to the temple, look for the elders of Chang Geng, or directly report the growman's growth, can you be able to fall out of the water?" Zhang Xiaohua pressed the temper, suggesting.

"Where can that do?" The monk swayed: "I have been in this way in my early years, and I have been beaten by the Disciplinary. How can I be fooled now?"

Seeing that the monk refused, Zhang Xiaohua did not feel the fire, and sneered: "That is what the monk said, how can you send this waist card to the temple, how can I get to grow long?"

"Hey!" The big monk listened, and it was also a sneer: "I don't think you are a fake, but I want to be famous for life. Even if you are a true disciple, since we arrived at our Dalin Temple, we have to follow us. The rules of Dalin Temple."

Then look at the sky color: "At this time, only one person is on duty, can not leave the job, you wait here, wait for someone to come over the wheel, sprinkle the house and bring you the so-called waist card to the temple!"

"But please ask the big monk to tell, how long will it take to turn?" Meng sighed and asked.

"Hey, it’s not long, it’s three hours!"

"Three hours?" Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said: "After three hours, I am afraid that the sun will fall."

"Exactly!" The monk had a look like "you know."

"Ha ha ha ha" Zhang Xiaohua smiled and looked up: "The old saying is good, the king is easy to see, the little devil is difficult, and sure enough."

Then, look at the dream, smiled and said: "I know it, why should the teacher of the Lord send me!"

Saying, the detective is picking up the prajna epee from the back of Huanhuan. The figure is erected, and it is leaping. In the air, it still says: "Is it hard to make me tough at Dalin Temple?"

The voice has not fallen, and the eponymous sword is a sword that strikes the face of the monk.

The monk said for a long time, and he was wary of the actions of the two men. When he saw Zhang Xiaohua’s hands, he was overjoyed and cried: “The fox tail is finally revealed!”

During the talk, the crescent shovel is also waving. The stick of the egg size is the epee that greets Zhang Xiaohua. It seems that I want to fly Zhang Xiaohua’s epee.

"Dangdang" sounded loudly. The epee was hit by a crescent shovel. The monk felt a tinnitus in his ear. His hands were also a giant shock. The tiger's mouth was immediately shattered, blood flowed out, and the foot was tight. Stepping into the bluestone board is about half an inch deep!

Looking at the crescent shovel that has been bent in his hand, the monk is too angry to swear, and Zhang Xiaohua said: "You... you are really coming to the mountain gate!"

After that, I don’t wait for Zhang Xiaohua’s words. From my arms, I’m throwing out a thing. The hand is thrown in the air, and the thing is blasting in the air, and a small red signal is empty. Now!

"It's a hero, don't run away, don't you want to be famous? Sprinkle the house will make you famous!" said the monk.

"Hey!" Zhang Xiaohua watched him do this series of movements, not snoring, only snoring from the nose.

However, in a moment, four or five equally tall monks rushed out of the mountain road. The current one is playing away from home. He is shouting: "Yuanmeng’s younger brother, is there anyone who is at the gate? How can you stop it?"

However, when the five monks saw Zhang Xiaohua and the dream, they were surprised. After standing in the shape of a character, they frowned. "Yuan Meng, is this the person who wants to marry the mountain gate?"

"Exactly, the brothers look and see." Yuan Meng handed the crescent in his hand to the front: "This is not a small effort, and my shovel shovel has become like this!"

When the brothers saw it, they didn't feel that they took a sigh of relief and looked at Zhang Xiaohua's slim and sculpt. They didn't dare to talk: "This... is this really what he did?"

"Brother, isn't he still there?" Yuan rushed.

"Good, courage!" The monk smiled and said: "My Dalin Temple has always been a foreigner. You dare to give birth to the shovel of Yuanmeng’s shovel. Isn’t it just for us to see your strength? Come to the face of my Dalin Temple?"

"In this case, the younger brothers, let's take a shot together and take down the little cockroaches who don't know the heights and make him know that the foreign work of Dalin Temple is the best in the world!"

"Yes," the other four people heard that they immediately started their physique and surrounded Zhang Xiaohua and the dream group. Zhang Xiaohua saw it and never bothered to explain it. He laughed: "Since you Dalin Temple wants to be ugly, why do I have it? Not fulfilling yours?"

Saying, stepping forward, the ecstasy in the hands of a slash, is to swear to each other.

This month from Mo Zhencheng to Dalin Temple, Zhang Xiaohua, in addition to daily cultivation, puts his energy into the two magical powers of swordsmanship and shocking world. Although there is not much benefit in the world of swordsmanship, this is a terrible day. A stick is a great improvement, otherwise it is impossible for a sword to force the Yuan to succumb?

Since Yuan’s fierceness can’t stand, his brothers are naturally unable to stand up. Zhang’s pace is incomparable, but in a few tricks, the weapons of the five monks’ hands are all bent, and the tiger’s mouth is shattered. Arm numb!

"You..." The later brothers threw the weapons on the ground and said with amazement: "Which is the disciple... Who is the disciple? This is the power of my Dalin Temple. If you invest in Dalin Temple, the future is boundless! ”

"No mistakes!" Zhang Xiaohua turned his eyes and said: "In the next step, it is a disciple of the fragrant teaching method, why should you invest in Dalin Temple?"

"My Dalin Temple is a super-big school in the rivers and lakes. What is the scent of the scent?" The brother just finished, suddenly he realized: "What? Passing the scent? You said Chuanxiang?"

At this time, he fell his eyes behind Zhang Xiaohua, dressed up in a dream, incredible: "You... are you really a sacred disciple?"

"Nature is a disciple who teaches fragrant, and dare not pretend!"

"You... why didn't you say it earlier?" The brother said urgently: "What credentials do you have?"

The dream handed him the waist and said: "We have already said this big monk."

The monk took the waist card and took a look at Yuan Meng. He also took a closer look and smiled bitterly: "The barren is also not talented. I can't tell the waist card..."

"How? Is it difficult to make a certain entry into Dalin Temple?" Zhang Xiaohua laughed.

"No, no, inferior, immediately the younger brother will send this waist card into the temple, and naturally have the elders of the school to check."

The monk turned back to one person: "The younger brother, I am in trouble for you to take a trip and send this waist card to Chang Gung’s uncle. His old man has dealt with the fragrant sect, and he is sure to know!"

"Yes," the monk took a pocket and slipped away.

"Also ask the little donor to wait a little." The brothers put their hands together: "There is news coming soon in the temple."

"Don't dare, have a master of labor!"

"Master?" The monk was shocked by the hand: "The barrenness is the Yuanhai, the martial arts of the lord is strong, and it is called in the Yuanhai Sea. The master is not true."

"Oh, yes, the little donor and the female donor are really sacred disciples? The female donor looks at the dressing is a female disciple inside the house? Isn't there a return to the fragrant religion, has it been in the rivers and lakes?"

Zhang Xiaohua sees this monk's attitude and embarrassment, and also said: "I am of course a sacred disciple, such as a fake. As for why I am not in the fragrant teaching, but suddenly appeared around the Dalin Temple, waiting to see the longevity Elders, naturally everything will be revealed!"

Just saying, suddenly I heard a slight movement, and several people rushed here. Zhang Xiaohua’s eyes were sharp. I saw that the monk who had just taken the dream card was mixed behind the group...

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