Mixed Miners

"This... how is this possible?"

Yu Qingzhu was in a state of disappointment, and the beautiful face was incomparably surprised. Although there were doubts in her heart, but in her realm, under normal circumstances, there would be no such dramatic fluctuations in the mind. The realm of the saints can actually be Controlling the order of the Kyushu, only the change of order will make them such a big reaction, that is to say, the appearance of this young man has already touched the order of the Kyushu continent.

Rainy green bamboo has no beginning to be bleak and elegant, and suddenly stands up, and the whole body is full of swaying, the long skirt of the geese is constantly rolling, and the white snow is barefoot on the bamboo floor, just like walking on the water, the circle of color is constantly swaying. Open.

Her heart is completely messed up!

As for the things in Kyushu, she can tell the story, and the ancient legends about the nine days and eight parts of Kyushu, she naturally knows clearly, but since the billionaires, there have been countless saints born during the period, but never No one has left the Kyushu continent. Even in the legendary eight-pillar land, she has gone in several times, but almost nothing has been done except for the endless crisis.

The young man said that he came from outside the country, and this statement has at least five points, otherwise it will not cause order fluctuations.

And the five points may be 100% true for them. Unless the boy's realm is higher than her, it is obviously impossible, because she can hardly feel the power of any order from Yang Ling.

The rain-green bamboo is wrapped in a graceful fragrance, like a fairy, floating in the room, obviously confused.

The wind scorpion and the wind are somewhat overwhelmed, such as sitting on a needle felt.

Yang Ling is indifferent, and slowly tastes Hsinchu tea. It feels good. After drinking, he has cooked himself and gave himself a cup.

The big monkey is not like a monkey at all. It is like a stone sitting next to Yang Ling, and it doesn't move with a fight.

Through the understanding of the past few days, Yang Ling has probably known that the world of Kyushu and the world where he lives is very different. The level of cultivation here is the seven majors of practicing Qi, Kailing, Jushen, Yuan Ying, Mahayana, Immortal, and Saints. Level, of course, there are some small realms in the middle, but it is also an unwritten level of distinction in the cultivation world, and this level of division is similar to the level of cultivation that Yang Ling had previously understood, and most makes Yang Ling feel incredible. Yes, the monks here do not comprehend the rules, but constantly grasp the power of order.

In order, Yang Ling listened to the wind and explained that everything in the heavens and the earth is in order. Therefore, Yang Ling believes that order should also be a rule. According to his speculation on the strong rule density of Kyushu, order should be stronger than the righteousness.

In the mainland of Kyushu, comprehending the power of order to open the door to order, you will be able to set foot in the holy world.

At present, the highest in the world of one's own life can only be cultivated into the mysterious realm, which is probably the realm of immortals here. As for the cultivation of saints, there seems to be no clue. It is said that no one has broken through the holy world for billions of years.

"So, it should be that the power of order cannot be felt in the mysterious world. Maybe the order has disappeared?"

Yang Ling couldn't help but swear, and the rain bamboo that had been walking around suddenly stopped and fell in front of Yang Ling. With a faint scent, the scent of the wind smashed the skirt of the long skirt. On Yang Ling’s face, Yang Ling couldn’t help but look up and walked up the narrow white legs and saw two more white and innocent thighs.

Hey, Yang Ling couldn't help but hold his nose, and Yu Qingzhu seemed to have found nothing, but a pair of beautiful eyes and a high-profile look at Yang Ling said: "Yang Ling, I want to go with you to the Eight Pillars!"

Yang Ling felt that he could not help with nosebleeds when he continued to sit like this, so he put down the cup and stood up and smiled and said: "Yes, but you can't pass anything that happens inside, and this must be kept secret. Before I got the exact results, I don't want anyone to do the damage."

"Okay, I promise you!" Rainy bamboo showed a sigh of relief on his face.

Half a month later, Kyushu was flying from a canyon in the middle of the vast mountain in the westernmost part of the western border of Xizhou. It turned into a huge bamboo flute of 100 meters long and above the bamboo flute. First, a beautiful woman wearing a goose-yellow dress, Ruo Ruoxian, standing behind two men and a woman, the male is Yang Ling and the wind scorpion, the woman if the 14-year-old, a light green dress, apart from In addition to the breath, the posture is not under the woman in the yellow skirt, it is the apprentice rain of Yu Qingzhu.

"After the mountains, it is the entrance to the eight-pillar land of Zhangzhou. We have never participated in the battle between the holy gate and the family, and we are not involved in the management of the eight-column land. Therefore, we must go and say hello to the Tujia. Although the green bamboo has already set foot in the holy realm, it has a low status in the holy gate. There are the saints of the Tujia people who are guarding it. Some people don’t want to have extra-budgets to make people suspicious!”

"Qingzhudao friends rest assured!" Fengzizi quickly agreed, and Yang Ling just nodded slightly, the saint he certainly can not afford, when a mouthful of gourd he best.

When I arrived here, the arrival of several people may have been noticed by the saint. Therefore, the rain bamboo is not too arrogant. The huge bamboo flute is like a flying boat. It floats in the air and slowly goes to the destination. The undulating peaks are everywhere~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The mountains are stacked on top of each other. The mountain is getting higher and higher, facing the mountain wind. The long skirt is swaying on the rain bamboo, showing the temptation of the bumps.

Twenty minutes later, a steep mountain in front of the sky rises from the sky. A huge stone gate appears on the mountain wall with a 10,000-meter-high sword and axe. The center of the stone gate is swaying like a water, and the top of the stone gate is engraved with "The earth" two ancient characters.

The bamboo flute slowly stopped at a distance of 10,000 meters from Shimen.

"Zhongtu Yujia Yuqingzhu specially came to see Mo Yuan predecessors!" Yu Qingzhu rushed to the front for a blessing.

"Ha ha ha ha ~" With a hearty laugh, the sky is empty, a middle-aged man wearing a gray long blouse is suddenly out of thin air, full of gray hair and tied in the back, a raft on the top of his head, face The rosy breath is like a sacred, the eyes are stunned, and the smile is directed at the rain and green bamboo. "I said how these days, I don’t think that tea is not fragrant. It turned out that the green bamboo friends came, and the millennium disappeared. The fairy grew even more. Handsome!"

Uh! Yang Ling's forehead floated a few black lines, which can't see the old man's horror is not a good bird, and began to slap beautiful women when he met.

Yu Qingzhu smiled and said: "Mo Yuan's predecessors praised, and Zhu Zhu did not dare to be!"

"I dare dare, what say you is not beautiful old lady hit him!" The middle-aged to continue shamelessly praise.

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