Legend of the Great Saint

"How is this done?" Sun Fubai quickly refused.

"Let you see it, you can see it!" Li Qingshan could not help but say, put jade in his hands.

Sun Fubo's heart: This heroic, to a bit like the old man. Ordinary people get a special practice, and they don’t care if they are treasures.

Sun Fubai roughly browsed and handed over the jade slip. "This method is really amazing. The most rare thing is that it is very suitable for your nature, and you will be able to shine in your hands."

"I believe that the novelist can also be in the hands of Fu Bo, and grow up." Li Qingshan put a true Ling Dan in the hands of Sun Fubai.

"This... this is too expensive, I really can't accept it!"

"In the past few years, thanks to your efforts, I have to have so much willingness. If the novelist can have another one to build a base, then the three of us will join forces in the future. Why is it not a big deal?"

A few words, Li Qingshan left the Qinghe House, came to the shore of the Dragon Snake Lake, looking at the continuous reeds, recalling the time spent with Han Qiongzhi in the old days, thinking: I don’t know what Qiongzhi is like, Has Zeng Zhiji succeeded?

Sit down in the thin, gauzy mist, take out the magical water invisible sword, caress the blade, and sway a circle of sparkling brilliance, even the people with the sword, all disappeared without a trace.

The mind is introverted, sinking into the sea of ​​Dantian, rolling in the water, like the sea. A big derivation in the sea, Guanghua is slightly dim. Since he built the foundation, he has been riddled with all things and majored in "The Devil of the Devil." At this moment, I can finally calm down and bring the realm of Da Yan. Also advance forward.

The waves in the sea rise, and a wave of water flies out of the sea, hovering over to the big derivation of the gods, and forming a water polo in a circle, like a big cockroach, a little deep into the big derivation.

Three days in the sky, the fog gradually dispersed.

Water polo condensed in Li Qingshan. It’s broken, the big derivation, the light and generous. The twists and turns of the murals have become more mysterious and complicated. In the glory of the brilliance, there are vaguely metaphysical creatures, flowers and trees. Birds and beasts, all-encompassing, all-encompassing.

Li Qingshan’s figure appeared out of thin air, and the twists and turns were distorted and turned into invisible. A jackdaw appeared out of thin air and stood in the void.

Li Qingshan stared at the jackdaw on his wrist, and he borrowed the big derivation of the gods to make it clear, and it was vivid and vivid.

Pin up a little thought, and raise your hand. The jackdaw flutters and flies high, and the sound of a winged flapper is smashing, and countless jackdaws are scattered into the sky, turning into little black spots.

Li Qingshan seems to have the compound eyes of insects and countless pictures. Converging into the entire Dragon Snake Lake scene, as if laying down countless cameras, has an amazing view.

The willingness to sculpt these crows is not great, and the radiance of the great derivation is only a trace of the light, and it is supplemented by the newly acquired will. But it allowed him to read the scope of his work and get a great boost. Although it can't be explored carefully, it can be seen and listened to.

In a hundred schools of thought, a group of young disciples penetrated the dragon snakes a little bit and crossed the Dragon Snake Lake to the lake. A jackdaw descended from the sky and fell on a dead branch. The crows were dark and the eyes of the beans reflected the people. The figure.

Through this scorpion, Li Qingshan saw the flower contraction at a glance. She became more beautiful. She was dressed in a red dress, like a perfectly blooming rose, with a seductive fragrance, which led to the butterfly dance bee busy. The eyes of the few male disciples around him could hardly be removed for a moment, and they were very dedicated.

She did not humble her smile, but she was already a brother-in-law, and there was no childishness. Time slipped away inadvertently, and the pretending mature girl turned out to be what she wanted to be.

"Purple sword, let's go!" The flower was stunned and stunned, and the real gentleness was revealed.

"Yeah." Yu Zijian whispered.

"How did she become like this?" Li Qingshan brows slightly wrinkled, only to see Yu Zijian hit the robes, squatting on the road, wearing a long sword, looks tall, slim and like a weak Liu Yingfeng.

However, it has become somewhat different from her, losing the sunshine of his memory, becoming silent and quiet, and there seems to be a melancholy between the eyebrows, and the head is as if standing in the shadow.

The same is the woman of the right age, because she has no sunshine, the rain is moist and the wilting orchid.

"Yu Shimei is the first time to go out to perform the task! A little nervous is inevitable, rest assured, a few monsters only, there will be no danger." Sun Yi patted his chest, he is also a Taoist disciple, refining eight layers of repair For, this group is the highest. Although the face is not shown, the heart is a bit contemptuous of Yu Zijian.

All along, even Chu Tian, ​​such a genius, has to take risks like other disciples to perform tasks. He himself does not know how much risk he has taken and how many brothers have died.

Yu Zijian was completely protected. As long as he practiced in Wuwei Island, he did not repair anything in three years. However, he was seven layers of refining and lived up to the name of genius.

"The second time." Yu Zijian's voice is very light, Sun Yi did not hear clearly: "What?"

"The second mission." Yu Zijian slightly improved the voice.

"What did you say that?" Sun Yi and several other monks could not help but reveal a hint of ridicule. Sun Yi’s heart even had some disgust and anger. I didn’t expect her to have a face to mention the task of letting the whole Taoist follow the shame.

On the island of Wuwei, the martyrdom climbed high and looked frown. The robe on his body is still worn out, and the more refined he is, the more he is considered to be the mother of Qinghe, the person who is most likely to survive the second day.

He looked at the direction of Yu Zijian's departure and patted the stone column: "Purple Sword, Purple Sword!"

Three years ago, the experience of the training was personally arranged by him, and he was taken back by him. Bao Jianfeng has honed it. This kind of experience is very necessary for practitioners and can inspire people to practice hard. And that's just a simple investigation task.

But the result was not as expected. From that mission, she became lost. In the midst of a hundred schools of thought, the Taoist genius was scared and mad. It seems to prove once again that talent is good, and the lack of heart is also in vain.

So he is no longer reluctant, she no longer performs any tasks, has been staying in Wuwei Island practice, but repaired but nowhere, until now.

Hua Chenglu held the hand of Yu Zijian and felt that it was cold.

"The leader of this mission is me. All orders must be directed by me. This is not as safe as a hundred schools. If you are afraid, it is best to quit now." Sun Yi looked at Yu Zijian inadvertently.

A group of people flew their own devices. Shortly after they left, the jackdula screamed and flew into the sky. Li Qingshan stood up and chased it up. The fog that surrounded her became deeper. What did she experience?

This doubt even turned into an anger. He has a very special affection for her.

Hua Chenglu looked back at Yu Zijian, his heart was deeper, and his thoughts returned to three years ago: it was in a small town four hundred miles away from the west of Qinghe Prefecture, bursting with a big plague, because of traces of demon, doubt It is the monsters who make a mess, so they are sent to investigate.

This is not a dangerous task. The powerful monsters will not be so sneaky. In the hands of the flowers, there is no shortage of life-saving spirits. When the key is not encountered, as long as they do not encounter the demon, there will be no major problems.

"The two adults, the patients are here." Under the guidance of a gray robe old man, Yu Zijian carried the afternoon sun and stepped into the dark medical hall. She looked back and looked like a hero. Evil does not invade.

There was no death in the medical hall. There were countless men and women lying on the ground. Even though Yu Zijian walked past them, there was no reaction. It seemed that he had already died and sent out a breath in advance.

The flower is exposed to hate this taste, standing in the sun in the courtyard.

The old man offered tea: "Adults please use tea."

Hua Chenglu took over the tea, was about to drink, glanced at the old man, he was staring at the tea pot in her hand, watching Hua Cheng looked over, he barely squeezed a smile, want to express kindness, but the more Haze.

Hua Chenglu recalled the explanation of Hua Chengzan, took out a jade needle and put it into the tea. The jade needle did not respond. She was a little funny about her own care. So many people are sick, they can have a good face, they are strange, and they are slightly I am cautious and contented, and say to the old man: "Reassure, we will find out the source of the plague."

I drank the tea and took it to the medical center. I saw Yu Zijian licking her eyebrows and carefully examining every patient. Her heart also admired her seriousness.

Yu Zijian looked at a sick man again and raised his head and said affirmatively: "They have a very light demon." At the moment she looked up, a little black spot swam through the white eyes of the man lying on the ground.

"Then I don't have to look at it and investigate it carefully. I have to find the demon disk, and find out the monster to get rid of it." Hua Chenglu took out a compass-like spirit from the treasure bag.

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The pointer on the compass turned sharply, and the flower was covered with frowns. It was all demon in all directions, and some interfered with the operation of the compass. However, with the injection of the pointer, it finally stabilized and pointed out the door of the medical hall.

Hua Chenglu turned and said to the old man in front of him: "You let one let."

The old man lowered his head and retreated to the side. The flower said: "Thank you, purple sword, leave!" With a tea pot, walked out of the hospital, but at the moment of passing the old man, I saw the pointer followed. Turn, steady to the old man.

The flower has a change of expression, and the tea shovel is thrown away. The hand is grabbed by the waist knife. High voice: "Purple sword, be careful, the monster is here!"

The samovar smashed on the ground, and the tea smashed into the ground. The tea faintly had black spots smaller than the needle tip.

In the medical hall, the face of the old man is gradually distorted, turning into a sly smile that is not human, and the teeth are protruding from the lips, giving off a demon.

In the medical center, all the patients were like zombies, and they climbed one by one. To be continued)