Library of Heaven’s Path

"In the next stage, Zhenqing, the descendants of the ancient son of Nazi, have seen the family of Zhangjia, you!"

The ugly middle-aged man stood up and went to the end. The courtesy was full, and people couldn’t pick up a little problem. The most important thing was that they came to challenge, no matter how temperament or manners, they could not be angry. sense.

"This is the real big Confucian..."

Zhang Hang sighs.

Before, I have seen many famous teachers, strong people, and a lot of temperament, but compared with the current one, it is obviously a lot worse.

After you see it, you know that you are a true Confucian scholar.

"The predecessor of the ring was polite..." got up and returned.

"Our intention, Yuanfeng brother, I must have made it clear, the Confucius left, I wait for a teacher, fight, don't let, so I will not back down! Several people behind me are mine. After the pro-pass, I learned a lot of time and challenged your family's understanding of time... Today's test, no matter whether you win or lose, the martyrdom used by this ancestor is given to Zhangjia to apologize."

After the trembling of the ring, the wrist was turned over, and a dark platform was suspended in the air.

"What is the ancient feather of the child?"

Xing Jiansheng and Zhang family members are all shocked.

There is not a big downfall, but it gives people a feeling of crushing the heavens. It seems that under the shock of it, the chaotic time and space can be stabilized.

"This is...the real ancient holy treasure!"

Zhanghang eyebrows are raised.

Luojia, the long sword of Nangong Yuanfeng, is only the weapon used by the ancient lord of the ancients. It is not the peak of the peak. Although it is valuable, it is not too big, but in front of this platform, it is Ziyugu. Holy, used all the time.

"However, compared with the keel, it is still a big cut..."

Don't say, pleading for the strength of the ancient sacred itself is better than the ancient sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred weapon.

Even so, if you can get it, staying in the family is definitely a treasure trove of suppression.

"Looking at this time, it’s inevitable!"

Retracting his eyes from the ring, Zhang hanging his fist.

"Yes!" Yantai Zhenqing nodded: "I hope to forgive me!"

"Confucius Temple is a famous teacher of my generation. I want to go to the place where I want to go. I am more polite and I can’t avoid the fact of fighting. If this is the case, compare it!" With a smile, Zhang Hang waved his hand and stood up: " I don't know how to compare it? Please also say a rule!"

The purpose of the other party's coming here is to pass on the world. In this case, there is no more benefit to say more. It is better to start counting directly.

"If the Zhang patriarch believes in the next, I will talk about my rules!" Yantai Zhenqing nodded: "We have hundreds of families, and we are divided into martial arts and fighting. Peace, and fighting each other."

"Why is the fighting? Why is the fighting?"

"It's very simple. I have a space-time mirror here that illuminates the gods, which can make people enter into it. There are specially arranged time arrays and traps... This is a martial arts."

A golden mirror appeared in front of everyone.

This mirror is not a flat surface, but a lot of angular edges. Each mirror surface reflects each other and makes people look dense and dizzy at first glance.

"The fighting is very simple, everyone suppresses the same strength, each means, strength, means, win!"

After the explanation, the Taiwanese Zhenqing no longer spoke, but looked at him with a smile and waited for the Zhang family to make a decision.

"Time and space, our Zhang family, never touched, do not know the organs and mysteries, the comparison test, must be a loss! As for the fighting, the philosophers, all kinds of martial arts, endless, the same It’s not that easy to win at the level!”

An elder can't help it.

"Yes, they are pressing on the momentum!"

"There is no way to do it. Although Zhang is not weak, but compared with the hundreds of families, it is still too far away. It is not the same day! Today they come here, the attitude is very clear, the ratio is better than the comparison. More than!"

"What do we do then?"

The faces of many elders in the room are not very good looking.

Warrior, it doesn't sound hurt, but time and space, what is it, no one knows, once the other's disciples are familiar, even if they have the same understanding of time, they can't win.

It’s like racing against a race, not familiar with the track, and the same strength, it’s hard to win.

As for fighting, it seems fair, but there are hundreds of families, passed down to Confucius, all kinds of techniques, secrets, countless, Zhang family even if the ancestors talent is excellent, who can compare with the Confucius, compare Passing the children?

It can be said that no matter which kind of fight, it is not dominant.

"When the fight is over, let's fight directly! The speed is faster, so as not to hurt and anger!" I ignored the concerns of the people.

"Big Fight? That's good!"

Smile and nodded, and the audience was stunned, and a young man came out behind him: "This Yantai Sword Kui, my pro-acoustic student, this year, thirty, on the rules of time, comprehended some fur, may have to ugly !"

Hula!

The voice ends, the youth walks in front of the crowd, the person does not move, the breath of the body rises straight, giving a violent oppression.

"A big sacred one, see God is not bad!"

Xing Jiansheng’s eyes immediately picked up.

Because he was only 30 years old, he reached the level of Dasheng. This is the sword of Kuai, the talent of Zhang, and Zhang’s son, except for his son who had just recovered, no one can compare!

Even if he is himself, reaching the level of the Holy Spirit is far beyond this age.

"澹台剑奎, also ask Zhang Jia master to enlighten me!"

Hands hold fists and youth salute.

"Hanging, although your strength has reached the peak of the Sanctuary, but you have not come to Zhangjia, you have not systematically learned Zhang’s understanding of the time rule... It is impossible to win, you can use the special secret method, that is, the last time. Fight with me, the strength is raised to the immortal..."

Seeing his son moved, Xing Jiansheng rushed to hear.

The age within the family is less than one hundred years old, and the highest talent is only Zhang Suhang.

If he uses the secret method used in the last fight, it will be invincible in a short period of time, and it will be easier than the other.

"The secret method...can't be used again..." Zhang shook his head.

That is the blood of the Confucius.

There are only three drops in the blood of Confucius, and now they are all consumed cleanly. Even if you want to use it, you can't use it.

"Can't I use?"

Xing Jian Sheng eyebrows jump: "That..."

There is no such secret, to the peak of the Sanctuary, to win over to see God is not bad, even if the other side is suppressed... it is not so easy.

"Don't worry, I don't say I have to try..."

Zhanghang smiled slightly.

"Are you not trying?"

Xingjian Shengyi, the other people also brushed over and looked over, full of doubts.

You are no better than who?

"Of course it is not me, this kind of comparison, I am a patriarch, it is inevitable to shoot a big bull..."

The hanging angle of the mouth is raised: "I still give the opportunity to the young people... Let me be a child, Zhang Jiuyan come!"

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