Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan turned his eyes and saw Li Xiaoyao, who was helpless. Although he had already determined to break his grievances, the feeling of blood connection was continuous. He thought that the name "Happy" originated from his bad taste, so he said :

"You go with me!"

"I? Where are you going?" Li Xiaoyao pointed at his nose.

"Ask me to do so much? I see you are a bit talented, ready to take you out to experience!"

Li Qingshan clasped Li Xiaoyao's shoulders and walked away. The Shoushan sword array never stopped, and disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye.

A group of Tibetan swordsmen disciples looked up and still didn't know what happened. The short, fat young man exclaimed: "Hey, happy, he really hit the big luck, and he was actually seen by the elders of the Qing, hey, how do I Is there no such luck?"

"Elder Shang Qing, where are we going to experience?"

For the first time in his life, Li Xiaoyao came to such a high sky. He saw the dramatic changes in the scenery on the earth. In addition to the instinctive fear, there was an uncontrollable excitement in his heart.

"It's here!" Li Qingshan's body shape turned and fell down.

Li Xiaoyao first felt that the sky was turning, and then the whole earth was blowing, and he could not help but be scared and his face turned white. The heart seemed to jump out of his throat.

With a bang, Li Qingshan landed on both feet, only arouse the dust.

Li Xiaoyao fell to the ground and still felt that the heavens and the earth were spinning, so it was easy to recover, and looked around, but found that it was just a barren mountain, it looked not as good as the peak of the sword palace.

"Elder Shangqing, where are we?"

"Don't call me the elders of Qing!" Li Qingshan shouted, and now the title is simply greasy.

"That...previous and predecessors!" Li Xiaoyao was frightened for a while, his legs were a bit soft, and he was even more terrible than flying in the sky.

"What are you afraid of, will I eat you?"

Li Qingshan was unhappy, but he forgot that he was now angry. The violent temperament of the demon king demon, inadvertently revealed, can really scare people to life.

If Li Xiaoyao believes that this "two uncles" will not hurt himself. I am afraid that I have turned and fled, and clenched my teeth. The voice trembled: "No, no!"

Li Qingshan sighed in his heart: "You know who I am, and keep a distance from me. It is not a bad thing for you. In the future, you will naturally understand. In short, the Tibetan sword palace is not a good place. Don't go back."

"what!"

Li Xiaoyao exclaimed, he wanted to be a swordsman, and he finally entered the Tibetan sword palace and persisted for decades. Seeing that he can draw swords on Jianfeng, but he is asked not to go back, it is just like his life.

Before he even had time to say a defense, a big hand pressed down like a cloud, and buckled his head.

"Actuate your child's life! This set of "Heaven and Earth Tibetan swords originally had you for another thousand years. It may not be able to see and feel. Now I pass it to you, you can understand how much, you can see your own skills."

Li Qingshan’s knowledge of the changes in the heavens and the earth in the sea is directly printed on Li’s mind.

Li Xiaoyao’s body twitched like a power. An unimaginable severe pain to carry out the whole body, as if a whole world was forced into it, the body soul was stretched a hundred times, the head seemed to be bursting open, but the faint, awake, faint, subtle gap To every bit of pain.

In fact, if Li Qingshan was not suppressed by the turtle, he would indeed explode and die.

As for Li Xiaoyao, he will not be directly mad. It is not within the consideration of Li Qingshan. If you fall into such a big blessing, you can't even eat this bite, then go to hell!

"Good pain! Let me die!"

Li Xiaoyao mourned in his heart. He really wanted to die. Suddenly he felt a breeze, as if a person who was about to die in the desert had a drop of nectar, even if it was not enough to save his life, it would be a great comfort.

He tried to concentrate his mind in it, and saw the flow of swords in the daytime, and the heart was shocked.

Even if there is no talent, no understanding, but this is his favorite sword!

It is like a rainbow of light reflected by a drop of nectar, which contains infinite mysterious changes, gradually attracting his mind, so that he can bear this pain.

"The first type of heaven and earth swords!"

Three thousand swords, one by one, Li Qingshan used an absolutely rude way to directly print the "Shenzhen Tibetan swordsmanship" into Li Xiaoyao's mind.

Li Xiaoyao feels as long as 10,000 years, but the sun is still hanging high in the sky, only slightly offset.

Li Qingshan let go of his hand. Li Xiaoyao suddenly fell to the ground like a broken puppet. Before the complete coma, he heard Li Qingshan’s low voice: "It’s still a little patience. I didn’t live up to the name Li Xiaoyao. Don’t forget my words. , a little further from the Tibetan Sword Palace!"

"Yes, two uncles." Li Xiaoyao replied.

Li Qingshan smiled and immediately converge, looking forward to the direction of the Great Foshan, there is a hunch, this time the King's celebration will not be calm.

Of course, every time he goes back to Dafoshan, there is always something to happen, but this time, what is waiting for him?

Tianlong Zen.

Because it is a clean place of Buddhism, there is no light, but it has been carefully cleaned up, but the faces of the disciples are filled with joy. Since the King of Flying Heaven escaped from the town hall, the entire Foshan Mountain seems to be shrouded in dark clouds. under.

Under the retaliatory attack of the Flying King, the news of the death of the same door is endless, and there are countless souls who have lost their lives. It is not just a light monk who feels guilty. Every disciple of Tianlong Zen feels responsible and blames the same. believer.

With the birth of a new king, it seems that this cloud has been torn open, and finally you can breathe a sigh of relief, and Tianlong Zen will never be defeated by any crisis!

Three Daohong Hong Jianguang, cut through the sky, fell in front of the mountain gate, and turned into the possession of the Tibetan sword palace, Ji Xuanyue, and Ming Yu, and the clerk quickly greeted him.

The main hall of the Tibetan sword palace: "The Tibetan sword palace came to worship the mountain!"

"The palace owner came to visit ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ fearless and far-reaching welcome, please come up and tell!" The fearless voice fell from the top of the mountain.

The three men climbed up the stairs and crossed the road to the mountain gate. They came to the front of the Daxiong Hall in the foothills. They only saw the "Four Kings" of Tianlong Zen gathered together, and even they did not roar and put on a new group of cockroaches, standing there laughing.

After seeing each other, the owner of the Tibetan Sword Palace asked: "Where is the friend?"

Fearless martyrdom: "I am still preparing for the back of the temple. Please wait for the three to stop at the partial hall. The ceremony will begin immediately, and then you will come out to meet you."

Not roaring personally led the three for the three, took them to the East Temple, only to leave.

Alum took out the long sword and shook it gently. The Jianfeng disappeared, but the void was swaying, and the flower praise fell out of it.

The owner of the Tibetan sword palace overlooks him: "Flower elders, do you know sin?"

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