Nine Cents Refining

[The latest broadcast] Tomorrow is 515, the beginning of the anniversary, the most welfare day. ● Hey, in addition to the gift bag, this time the "515 red envelopes mad" must be seen, red envelopes do not grab the truth, set the alarm clock ang ~

Twelve times of the earth, the original Qingyun Dojo, which was originally a bandit, turned into a fairyland that was extremely rich in fairy spirit.

This effect, similar to the old hat became a big handsome guy.

Qingyun monks, with Sun Hao and Zhi Zhenjun smashed again and again, burst into bursts of cheers.

Qingyun Daochang, will be completely completed shaping, this is a unique, very worthy of the expected dojo.

Just like watching the birth of his own child, Sun Hao’s heart is full of expectations for the Qingyun Dojo, which will soon be completely shaped.

At the end of the last glimpse, the Qingyun Taoist field radiated a soft light, and the whole body was covered with a faint glow. In the sunlight, it looked awkward and mysterious. In the air, the main peak of Qingyun was slowly turning.

The monks shouted: "Qingyun, Qingyun..."

Zhizhenjun’s hands on Sun Hao’s slightest arch: “Congratulations to the incense, you’re done, the dojo is shaped...”

Sun Haoxi smiled and opened his hands, and his hands were arched. When he was about to return to the ceremony, his heart was a fierce pain. The heart and soul of the heart and soul suddenly broke out at this time, and the blood of the heart was coming, and it was very bad feelings.

The cheers of the monks are still in the ears.

The congratulations of Zhizhenjun are still in sight.

But Sun Hao’s heart is like a dream-like perception of the changes in his blood.

At this moment, at the moment when the Qingyun Daochang was born, Sun Hao suddenly perceived it. At this moment, far away from Xia Guonan County, his hometown Lanlin Town, his only **** relatives, his own sister, Sun Wei Looking at the direction of Qingyunmen. Let go of the world.

The cheers of the monks are still in the ears.

The congratulations of Zhizhenjun are still in sight.

And Sun Hao, there is a kind. I have since become a feeling of being alone.

When I have a good time in cultivation, I have been looking back for a hundred years.

There is no sorrow in the heart, the world is good, and the people are good. From parents and parents, to their younger siblings, when they passed away, Sun Hao was far away, and he could only pay homage to him.

I used to be low and didn't feel the death of my loved ones.

Nowadays, it is high, and I truly feel that my sister has passed away. Sun Hao’s heart is full of grief.

The heart is in a good mood, sitting cross-legged. Xuanyuanhong, who had no expression at all, opened his eyes at this moment and gently screamed: "Hao, are you okay?"

Sun Hao’s heart and soul suddenly felt the greetings and comforts from Xuanyuanhong, and felt the sincere concern and concern in Xuanyuan’s heart.

With a slight warmth in his heart, Sun Hao shook his head and said softly: "Xiaohong, I am fine, thank you for your concern, dojo construction, and the last step. We will continue."

Xuanyuan red little head points a little, one foot, flying in the air, came to Sun Hao. Close to Sun Hao, standing side by side, extending a small hand, holding the palm of Sun Hao, said in his mouth: "We fight side by side."

Sun Hao’s heart was warm and nodded slightly. Say: "Okay, let you and me, complete the final step of the dojo construction."

Xuanyuan red little face reddish, loosening Sun Hao's big hand, double palms together, a vertical chest, the real female sword stood on top of her head, rising up in the blue light.

Sun Hao’s shoulders were slightly sinking, and when he looked at it, the small fire swayed his eyes and looked at himself with cleverness. At the same time, he heard the voice of a small fire: “Brother, I will fight with you side by side.”

Sun Hao’s heart is warm again. Although his loved ones have already passed away, there are still many who are still around, but they are enough to move and cherish.

In my heart, I said, "Okay, small fire, we will complete the final step of the dojo construction together."

The Qingyun Dojo completed the shaping, but Sun Hao is still there.

Moreover, the true female sword of the real woman, radiating blue light, that is to say, the Qingyun dojo did not finish.

The cheers of the monks gradually calmed down, and they all looked at Sun Hao in the air.

Sun Hao shouldered his hands and stood in the air, slowly and dignified and said: "Just in the morning, Agarwood has perceived it. I am in this world, the only one in the world, the blood is close to the pro, my virgin sister is stereotyped in Qingyun Daochang. For a moment, let go of the world..."

Ten thousand Qingyun monks, thousands of monks and monks are together.

Above the sky, Sirius really couldn't help but open his eyes. Sun Hao's sister was also his descendant. I didn't expect another descendant to let go before himself.

A sigh in my heart, Sirius really closed his eyes again. At his age, there are too many deaths. The blood of his generation has never remembered what it looks like. It has been too long and long, and I hope that this incense is a kid. Don't be too sad to be good.

As a lord, Xuanyuan Hongjun first reacted. In the midair, he was slightly stunned and said: "Agarwood is a sorrowful day."

One hundred thousand monks, Qi Qi said: "Agarwood adults mourn."

Sun Hao took his hands and looked at the blue sky and the dojo in the air. He said in his mouth: "Yes, the deceased has gone, the past is difficult to chase, but my generation of monks, but need to endure it, look back for a hundred years, faint sorrow, but my generation A lesson that monks must go through, do you think that you don’t think that the Qingyun dojo in front of you is missing something?"

Other monks have not spoken yet, Xiaoyu Chemical Library has shouted loudly: "Nothing is wrong, it feels very good, very cool and cool, it should be quite practical..."

Xiaoyu Feitian smashed him again and sighed: "Don't talk, no one is when you are dumb!"

Sun Hao did not care about him, but looked at the sky, has opened a dual purpose Sirius Zhenjun.

Sirius really sees Sun Hao to himself. He can't help but nod his head and slowly said: "This is a word, the essence."

Xiao Yuhua Kuhaha laughed: "Cao Ye heard this time, the two words he clearly said..."

The realm of Sirius Zhenjun, Xiaoyu Chemical Library does not understand.

However, Sun Hao has already said: "Yes, although the Qingyun Dojo is alive, but now, he lacks an inner, truly inheritable, essence, that is, spiritual essence, just now, I also think, What kind of spirit should we give to Qingyun, what kind of essence can it reflect the core of my Qingyun?"

Without waiting for the monks to give their answers, Sun Hao has said with aloud: "On the moment when the loved ones passed away, the moment when the heart is extremely sad, Sun Hao suddenly understands that the practice of my master’s monk is a fairy, that is It is necessary to change the life against the sky, and to make progress, and to live forever."

Between the words, Sun Hao’s body began to appear faint, fighting and fighting.

The true female sword on Xuanyuan’s red head is also a soft sword, as if it is echoing with Sun Hao.

Zhizhenjun slowly got up and said in a loud voice: "Agarwood is a good one. When I am a monk, I will fight against the sky, change my life, and flatten the clouds..."

After all, in the hands of Taiyi Yunzhan, the body also emerged an imposing manner, followed by Sun Hao, condensed together.

The small fire opened his mouth and spit it out. A small fan spit it out, held it in the small claws, and fanned upwards. The body also had a fighting spirit and was integrated into Sun Hao’s body.

On the soil of the Eight Dynasties, Qingyunmen, other Yuan Yingzhen, you look at me, I look at you, are preparing to get up and join.

In the square of the monks, the Yi Lu lights and laughed, and stood up, the air shook, and appeared again. He was already standing next to Sun Hao, and his mouth screamed: "Agarwood, you and I are buried together, Xiu Tian Fu, set the ice and snow, over the shackles, make up the sky, fight again and again, fight the battlefield, today, and let me work together, and then do my best..."

Between the words, recalling the **** burial of the sky, the road is full of momentum, and the boundless fighting spirit has poured into the atmosphere of Sun Hao.

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Between the words, the right hand stretched out, and the golden stick was on the hand.

The stick of the scorpion slanted downwards, and Sun Hao looked at the Qingyun Daochang in the air. He said in his mouth: "My master's monk, in this life, must fight and fight forward, even if it is a promising thorn, even if it is a life of nine deaths, even if it is Heaven is rugged, whoever blocks me, only has a battle..."

The momentum of the body, the more vigorous, the boundless fighting spirit, emerged from the body, rising to the sky.

Around the road, the lights, Xuanyuanhong, Zhizhenjun and even the small fire, all under the stimulation of Sun Hao's fighting spirit, must be flying, dancing and dancing, fighting spirit is extremely high.

Sun Hao said: "Today, Qingyun Daochang, won the battle..."

PS.5.15 "Starting point" under the red envelope rain! At 12 o'clock in the afternoon, I will grab a round every hour. A big wave of 515 red packets will be lucky. You all go grab, grab the starting currency and continue to subscribe to my chapter! (To be continued.)