Legend of the Great Saint

Hey!

The bell tower made a rushing sound, and the gray-faced miners looked up. This is the bell that was called, and it has not sounded for a long time.

There is a wooden platform on the central square of the town. It is a place for large-scale gatherings. If you are on holiday, you can still listen to a big show here.

On the high platform, there are a row of people **** by the five flowers. Around them are a group of silent swordsmen. The shadows are erratic in the fire, revealing a chill.

"You are the people of the Shenque Villa, why are you attacking us!? Is it the White King to let you do it?"

A man dressed in luxury was eagerly amazed. He had a comfortable dinner at the house before he was a moment ago. Now he has become a prisoner. With his innate cultivation, it is enough to rule this mine, but how can he have more than ten A congenital master, the name of several people, he is too familiar to be familiar, even if he is in the Pegasus City, is also a guest, how can he suddenly shoot himself?

"Not a white king, I am Lao Tzu!"

A voice came from the darkness, and the man was shocked to look back. Two oranges sparkled in the darkness, and they jumped onto the high platform. The swordsmen bowed together, "Wang Ye!"

The man widened his eyes, but he was not the imaginary white king, but a burly man with a long arm over his knees, but he could not see the specific cultivation. He came down to him and kneeled down and asked his head: "You are The head here?"

"You...who are you?"

Li Qingshan grew up and asked in the audience: "Do you know who I am?"

No one dares to respond, they are only the lowest miners. Even a small foreman can whipping them arbitrarily, and now the unattainable horse miners are also honestly there.

"I am Li Qingshan..."

Li Qingshan’s voice is not particularly high, but it is clearly introduced into every ear. With each of his words, every wave, the field gradually boils, thousands of eyes staring at the high platform, the fire shines, the life Men with different appearances seem to exude magical magic. Point out a Tongtian Avenue.

As Gu Yanying said. These people are far more like his ideas than the swordsmen. In the words of Li Qingshan, the vested interests are far less revolutionary than the oppressed classes. Therefore, we must mobilize the masses to rely on the masses. From the masses to the masses.

The miners are physically strong. But most of them have only the most primitive internal force. When the mine collapses, it is not enough for them to keep a life. They live on the verge of death every day. In this world where martial arts prevails, death is not so worthy of fear, and the "White Sword Swordsman" is the first-class master of the rivers and lakes and willing to take the risk of life to win.

Later, the human voice was as straight as the waves, and waves of waves came in. On the high platform, except for Li Qingshan, everyone changed their face and felt so prestigious for the first time in their lives.

"Wang Hou will be phased, would you have something to breed?" Li Qingshan opened his arms.

"Xia Wang! Xia Wang! Xia Wang!" The miners shouted.

Li Qingshan grabbed the Naoma mine owner and tried to force the crowd: "Now, I will hand him over to you to deal with it!"

The crowd spread out in a circle. This is the majesty of the establishment of the Ma family for two hundred years. The owner of the horse mine is frightened and added: "You dare... Pegasus will never let go of any traitor!"

The miners were immediately angered: "Where did your surname Ma have let us go?"

"I am just very hungry. I hunted a deer in the woods and I was sent here. I pity that my mother is not served, and I am starved to death!" "I didn't do anything at all, but I said something wrong." Words, offended a surname of the horse!" "It's better to fight to work here than to die!" "Spell!"

The crowd drowned the horse mine owner like a dark tide, and the screaming screams rushed out of the dark tide, breaking through the night sky and stopping.

A congenital master is so desperate, and the swordsmen feel awkward.

Li Qingshan laughed and grabbed another person to throw into the crowd. The man screamed in midair and was torn in a blink of an eye.

A scream, a figure, a burst of flesh and blood.

The atmosphere in the field reached its peak and even became almost fanatical. The people who were **** were trembling and shouting for mercy.

Li Qingshan is no one, as if the **** demon king is taking the living to raise the ghosts, but like the incarnation of justice, breaking the shackles and innovating the world!

The sky is bright and the blood is still there.

There are dozens of blacksmiths on the square, and thousands of miners are growing up.

In the sound of screaming, the meat is full of fragrance.

Dozens of people shift jobs in shifts, and the red soldering iron is printed on the chest of each miner. The word "the world" is printed, which is the proof of membership. Then you can get a page of "White Swordsmanship Code. Unbearable, when you get the sword, you will be happy. This is a peerless sword, even if there is only one page, it is enough to make people step into the sky and become a first-class master.

From today, they don't have to dig mine any more, they can practice well in practice, and they are not practicing alone. It is said that there will be "the world leader" personally guiding, which is exactly what everyone has dreamed of. Many of them are illiterate, do not understand the swordsmanship at all, and not everyone has the savvy of the teacher.

On a large open space outside the town, everyone has a uniform-sized iron sword, arranged in a neat row, and the sword is in a stroke, the atmosphere is extremely warm. One swordsman was responsible for the drills, and the other swordsmen were in the crowd. In their eyes, these miners were so clumsy that they used swords as gimmicks, and few of them were able to get into the eyes, and most missed the best of martial arts. At the age, if there are two figures on the hillside not far away, they have already begun to be passively completed.

But there are also people of insight who think: "This is just the beginning. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There are always a few talented people in so many people, and even if these people can’t become masters, their children and grandchildren The offspring have a chance!"

"Aoyama, how?"

On the hillside, Gu Yanying asked back, she had a silver eagle face mask on her face, which was built by the swordsmith of the city's highest craftsmanship to cover her face of “the best in the world” and to facilitate her actions.

"This move is very good, and the discipline of the miners' brothers is very strong."

Li Qingshan nodded and applauded. Gu Yanying did not idle last night, drawing a lot of drawings of the armor and the shackles. The ingenuity and practicality of the design has made the old craftsmen with the most experience amazed, but the problem is on the simple armor. This world is not popular with armor. It will only become a burden in the battle of rivers and lakes. Not only is the action extremely inconvenient, but even the effect of defense is extremely limited. Anyone who is a master of the house can smash the internal organs.

However, no one can guess that they are not going to set up a gang, but to build an army with the dual means of the military and the Mohist, and completely change the gameplay! To be continued. . )