Legend of the Great Saint

"Not yet, I want to wait for the martial arts Xiaocheng, then refining and turning to the sword, how, what's the problem?"

Li Qingshan grabbed the handle of the sword, and the feeling of coldness like water fell into the palm of his hand. He was very comfortable. He almost believed that he might have a relationship with this sword.

Hua Cheng praised: "No problem, this is also good! Anyway, depending on your strength, do not care whether there is such a sword."

"Flower teacher, you are here too!" Ji Xuan's voice suddenly sounded, stepping into this dark Tibetan swordsman, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Master brother." Hua Cheng praise bowed his head and the hand in his sleeve trembled slightly.

"You can be regarded as an old friend. If it is not something, you must invite you to have a drink." Ji Xuanyi praised Huadu for a slight decapitation, and said to Li Qingshan: "Qingshan, do you know?"

"Do you know what?" Li Qingshan said.

"The news that I just got, the master has been sealed by the king, Tianlong Zen held the Feng Wang ceremony on the Great Foshan, and invited the monks of the Qingzhou parties, I am also invited."

Ji Xuan Ri came over and smacked the flowers and praised it intentionally or unintentionally.

"So fast!"

Li Qingshan was surprised. It is clear that this is not just to help Xiao An celebrate, otherwise it will not be so hasty, most of it is to borrow this name, to discuss and deal with the flying king, so as not to stun the snake.

"You can stay in Tiandi Pavilion for a long time. It seems that you already know it. I remember that you are a singer with the king! This speed of practice makes me unable to dissatisfy." Ji Xuanyi laughed. .

"Over the prize. When are you ready to leave." Li Qingshan asked.

"Probably today, do you want to go with you?" Ji Xuan said.

"No, you should go one step ahead! I will read it here for a while. This Tibetan sword court is also profound and profound. In addition, I want to talk about the old with the praises." Li Qingshan looked at the flowers next to him.

"Alright, then you should first refer to the swordsman here! Right, Hua Shidi, you rely on Tianfeng to go up, there are some words before the palace owner to explain the chief elders of the peak swords." Ji Xuan.

"Yes, brother!" Hua Chengzan took the lead and walked outside the pavilion. The moment I am about to step out of the Tibetan swords. Looking back and smiling: "Aoyama, don't make swords."

The sun slanted on his face, half-light and half-dark, to outline the beautiful. Full of relaxed and happy.

Ji Xuan’s squatting. A sly smile condensed on his face.

“Why?” Li Qingshan asked.

"I don't think you are suitable for Kendo. It's better to try using a knife." Hua Cheng praised.

"Let's go, let's have a drink together!" Li Qingshan stepped forward and put his hand on the shoulder of Hua Zanzan.

"Wait for the evening! I haven't seen you for so many years. I want to talk to you too."

Hua Cheng praised and waved his hand, stepped out of the door and walked into the bright sunshine.

Li Qingshan was about to catch up. Ji Xuan was in front of him and smiled and shook his head: "Hua Shidi is smart and intelligent, and sometimes he likes to make his own ideas."

"Is it? Or is this a sword? What is the problem?"

With a bang, Li Qingshan pulled out the sword and pointed it to Ji Xuan’s throat.

"I heard that Li Qingshan is a person with clear grievances. My Tibetan sword palace is a great encounter for you. Not only will you seal up the elders of Shangqing, but also let you know that "the heavens and the earth hide the swords, are you rewarding this way?" Ji Xuanyi Asked.

"There is a clear grievance!" Li Qingshan sneered: "Yes, I am a grudge, others have a dripping grace. I will naturally report to you. I can be a good elder of the Tibetan Sword Palace. I can also help you write." There is no problem with the swords of the heavens and the earth, even if it is the sword of refining and turning. But no matter what conspiracy you have, I advise you to stop early, I will not be the enemy you want!"

"You should believe that I want friends, not enemies. As for whether you want to write swords or refining and turning swords, it is your own choice. I will never coerce." Ji Xuan Lightly open the sword.

Li Qingshan received the sword and returned to the sheath. Here is the Tibetan sword palace. He can fight without fear, but he can't ignore the safety of the flower praise. Hua Chengzan has taken great risks to warn him. Once he turns his face, he will No room for change.

Ji Xuan’s sunset fell off and he retired. Li Qingshan pondered for a moment, took the turn of the sword, and pulled out a sword front, thin as a flap, and filled with Yuehua.

"Is this sword the plot of the Tibetan sword palace? No matter what, in any case, first guarantee the safety of the flower praise!"

Li Qingshan thought in his heart that he was about to step out of the Tibetan swords and catch up with the flowers, and the swords flashed in front of him and merged into a wall.

At the top of the peaks, they rushed out of the ray of light, gathered in the sky on the Tibetan sword peak, and shot a sword light in the Tibetan sword peak, shrouded in the Tibetan sword pavilion, and sealed Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan's eyebrows pick one: "I don't know how!"

After a while, a loud bang, the sword light shot on the Jianjian Peak twisted and shattered, and the Tibetan swords that stood for thousands of years were turned into numerous fragments of wood chips and scattered in all directions.

Li Qingshan stood in the ruins, and the mad knife was in front of him, looking around, but there was no ambush in the imagination.

There is peace between heaven and earth, and only ten thousand pages are floating in the air, like a heavy snow.

He looked up and looked at the Jianjian Peak. The power of the Shoushan Swordsmanship was obviously not fully utilized.

"What do you want to do in the Tibetan Sword Palace, is it just to trap me for a while?"

Li Qingshan started a search for a circle of thoughts, but he could not find the flavor of flowers.

......

Under the Tianfeng Peak, the sword is shining and the sword is swaying.

Li Xiaoyao is gathering and concentrating on the spirit, and he is fully motivated to move the sword in front of his hands, and he is serious in practicing swords with a group of brothers.

When the loud noise came, everyone stopped moving and looked at the direction of the Tibetan sword.

Li Xiaoyao turned his eyes, but continued to practice the sword. Suddenly, a tall figure appeared in front of him: "Where is the cave house where the flowers are praised?"

Li Xiaoyao stunned, and Wan did not expect Li Qingshan to appear in front of himself and take the initiative to talk to himself.

Everyone quickly took the sword and salute: "Shangqing Elder!"

"Let's report to the elders of the Qing, the elders went out with the palace owner." Li Xiaoyao respectfully said.

"Is there any other elder sword master to accompany?" Li Qingshan sank in his heart and asked.

"It seems that there is no ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Damn!"

Li Qingshan snorted and dealt with Feitianyu Wang. It wasn’t that the big monk couldn’t get it right, even if it’s a normal ceremony, there’s no such thing as a flower.

"Senior elder, what's wrong?" Li Xiaoyao couldn't help but ask, I have been cared for by him over the years, and naturally there is a concern.

"Which peak is Yu Zijian?"

Li Qingshan also learned that Yu Zijian went to Fuqing to go out and traveled. The brow wrinkled deeper. Fu Qingyu suffered such a heavy injury. He no longer took a good rest in the Tibetan sword palace.

A shadow shrouded my heart, Li Qingshan's heart was horizontal: "But, I will go to Tianlong Zen to see what tricks you want to play!" To be continued. . )

Ps: Huh, I feel so tired, but I have to continue, ask for support, ask for encouragement, and ask for a monthly pass!

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