Mythological Native Species

"The trust value has already broken 30,000. It seems that... although there are many people in the rivers and lakes who have doubts about my identity. But ordinary people are very foolish. Even the broken ship of Daqing, which is about to be silent, still has such credibility. "..." Feng Linye couldn't help but sigh.

At the same time, it also gave him a wake-up call.

Although each world, the core civilization, is often in the hands of the elite. This also led to that every time he crossed, he would inevitably associate and communicate with the elites of a world. But the ordinary people at the bottom cannot turn a blind eye. That is the fertile field for him to harvest trust value.

"There's less than 5,000 left. It's almost enough after the Qunying Party." Thinking of this, Feng Linxen clapped the wooden box beside him again.

Inside the box is a copy of "Xuanyuan Baolu", which is the so-called magic secret book compiled by Feng Linxun in the name of the idiot champion Liu Huaian.

Liu Huai'an studied the books of the Three Religions and created peerless magic.

But this secret book is true.

It is a martial arts collection from the spiritual world of martial arts. You can download the entire book online, including various real-life video explanations, and only need one star coin, and there are some large and small gifts. This martial art is not only in its broadness but not in its essence. It almost includes various tendencies and methods of nurturing spirit, tempering will, and then combining martial arts with will to burst into a powerful force in an instant.

None of them are very advanced, but they are all involved.

"This is a key, but I need to find a way to publish this key and sow seeds to the whole world. Instead of letting it become the ban of extremely individual people, I lose my original intention of spreading it out. "Feng Linwan slapped the wooden box in which the cheats were placed and thought about it carefully.

This seems simple, but it is not.

The ancient method of dissemination of news was very simple. Even if Feng Linxen engraved the whole story on a stone tablet and let everyone 'watch it', there would still be unpredictable people who would pull the stone tablet away and dismantle almost everyone who had seen this martial art. people, all beheaded.

Xuanyuan Baolu, in the world that is good at spiritual martial arts, can only be regarded as a comprehensive and comprehensive reading, which is broad but not precise. But in this world, it is a peerless martial arts that does his part.

Because it adds a power that this world has never had before.

Whoever occupies it alone will gradually gain unimaginable advantages.

Outside the city, the Tatars used siege vehicles to ram the walls and gates, and once again launched a tentative attack.

This seemingly powerful movement did not affect the hustle and bustle in the city at all.

The city walls of Yangcheng are too high and too strong to be built. The Tartars are only good at bowing, horses, riding and shooting. When they encounter such a hard bone, the only way they can think of is not to attack.

The Qunying Pavilion was not originally called the Qunying Pavilion. Before the Tatar army besieged the city, it was just an ordinary restaurant. After the general Yang Xiaoyun issued a ban on alcohol in the city, all the restaurants closed. However, the boss of the Qunying Pavilion had a whimsical idea and collected many deeds of heroes and heroes on the rivers and lakes, and let the storyteller be responsible for speaking, while the audience sold some melon seeds, tea, snacks and so on. However, the restaurant that could only be closed has been revived, and the original restaurant has naturally become a place for people in the rivers and lakes, and some ordinary people who yearn for life in the rivers and lakes gather.

Although the danger was imminent, the army of the Tartars never dispersed outside the city.

But life still has to go on, and there are many people who, in the midst of hardship, find a little fun to numb themselves.

At this time, the Qunying Pavilion was naturally very lively.

There are all kinds of people who are shouting and making noises, as well as those who have ulterior motives and deliberately find faults for them.

The Daqing Dynasty was powerless, and Yang Xiaoyun looked on coldly. The result of this so-called 'group of heroes' led by Feng Linwen was actually a mess.

No one came out to organize the event at all, and the whole thing... So far, it's more like a rumor.

"Ge Laozi! Then what kind of **** wine sword fairy, when will it come out? Hurry up and show the magical treasure book to Sajia to see, don't delay Sajia's time. Otherwise, Sajia will call the door and take off his head. ." A beard-faced monk sat carelessly on a table in the center of the lobby of the Qunying Pavilion, with a mixed-iron meditation stick next to it. There are not cleaned minced meat, a few naughty flies, dancing around the copper ring on the Zen stick...

The blind hunchbacked old man coughed a few times, and then said in a sharp voice: "Monk Zhizhang! Even if you really have magical powers, you have nothing to do with monks. I heard that you have done something in Nanlu recently. There are thirty-nine people in the family. Master Tianhong has invited Jie Dao, who has been closed for 20 years, to come down the mountain in person to get rid of your wicked obstacle... You are afraid that you will have a good life in a few days!"

At first glance, the great monk was not a good monk, he laughed and said: "The old thief Tianhong is bald, and he has been hit by my five poisons and scattered soul incense. Now I am afraid that he has already gone to the west to see the Buddha. Where is there still effort, come here. Mind my business, Lord."

After he finished speaking, there were obscure scolding sounds from all around, but almost not many people dared to speak out loudly and directly.

Master Tianhong is the teacher of this great monk.

Bullying teachers and destroying ancestors is a big taboo in all corners of the world, and even evil spirits and outsiders hardly despise such behavior.

In other words, compared to the "little things" such as adultery, looting, making money and killing people, those who deceive their teachers and destroy their ancestors are the evil among evils, and the evil among demons.

The monk Zhizhang dared to say such words so blatantly, it shows that he is very confident in himself, and he is not afraid of being attacked by the crowd.

Suddenly, a rainbow light flew from outside the sky.

Passing through the crowd nimbly, revealing a cold light, he stabbed the monk Na Zhizhang.

"Who is so bold and dares to plot against me?" The great monk held the Zen staff tightly in his hand and glared angrily, like a ghost in hell.

The heavy Zen staff, waving in his hands, was as light as a branch. Not only was the gust of wind blowing violently, it seemed to be faintly mixed with thunder and roaring, and stick shadows formed a ball around him, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is water-resistant. It can be seen that this great monk is not only strong in internal strength, but also absolutely not weak in his kung fu.

The Zen staff collided with the rainbow light, and the rainbow light bounced around, but it kept surrounding the monk Zhi Zhang, looking for an opportunity.

Just when everyone thought there would be a fight, in an instant, they suddenly heard a sound like the waves of the ocean.

This voice came suddenly, but it was shocking, so that when everyone was moved by this huge internal force, the special voice that was driven, the shocking chest became stuffy, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

The next moment, I suddenly felt that the light in front of me was shining brightly, as if the sky was torn apart by a sword light...

When the light dissipated, I saw that the rainbow light turned into an ancient sword, like a flexible fish, surrounding a man with simple clothes and vicissitudes of eyes.

And the corpse of the monk Zhizhang fell at his feet. Zhizhang, the evil monk with a famous reputation, has long since lost his breath.

"You were able to kill the monk Zhizhang with one sword... Who are you?" The tidal wave-like voice gradually dissipated, and most of the people were adjusting their breaths, balancing their breathing, but there was a Jianghu guest with good internal strength. The first to stand up, with courage, asked the man.

Whoosh!

The ancient sword, like a green snake, burrowed into the man's wide sleeve robe.

Looking around, Feng Linxun raised his head slightly, and looked up at the floating clouds wandering outside the lobby at a forty-five-degree angle, his eyes were drawn away, his body was as unrestrained as a fairy, and he said in a soft voice, "You are traveling north to the dark blue sky, with sleeves in your sleeves. Li Qingshen is timid. People who enter Yangcheng three times don't know it, and Lang Yin flew over Molong Lake. This seat... Li Jianchen, the wine sword fairy!"

After speaking, he held a thing and said loudly, "I know that you all want this cheat book, so come and get it! All my powerful secrets are in it."

​​