Practice starts with skill points

"Dare to ask Brother's name."

"Oh! My name is the scales of Chi Zhong, is it taken from the golden scale, is it a matter of the pool? When it meets the wind and cloud, how is it, is it particularly mighty and domineering?"

"Is the golden scale ... uh ... good name, good name."

Zhong Lin looked at the scales in the pool, and couldn't help thinking of a great god surnamed Hou.

Brother Tao!

Slap!

What do you think?

"Haha, do you also think it is nice? Tell you, what I am most satisfied with is my name. I heard that you have a war domain secret method, but you can teach me back, rest assured, you will not let you suffer losses. Yes, I also teach you some secrets. "

"……good."

"Go, I'll take you up the mountain."

During the speaking, Zhong Lin flew towards the top of the mountain,

"We are rare in Jiane Pavilion, and you are only four. The brothers are abroad all year round. When you have the opportunity to introduce you to know you in the future, it does not mean that the third sage is not bullying you? Come back and let him take you to find the field. "" "" "" "" "" ""

"Is my brother so powerful?"

Zhong Lin asked curiously.

The scales in the Chi Zhong turned his head and said with a smile: "The name of the master is Tu Yan, what do you say?"

Zhong Lin heard a pupil, and a big meson rose in her heart.

Tu Yan.

The first saint.

Nirvana is a perfect strong, and you can seal the king only one step away.

The scales in the pool patted Zhong Lin's shoulder and said proudly: "There are no other advantages of our elder brother, just a short protection. The third saint is better to give you a crime. Hit all his shit, hey, there will be a good show at that time. "

The two had flown to the top of the mountain, and looked at the "Sword Mountain" in front of him.

"Welcome to Jiange. This is Wanjianzhu. Before the limit of the emergence of the Sword Pavilion, the disciples of the swords pavilions will leave their own destiny weapons in this mountain. Usually, some spirit swords containing swords are also collected. Over time, it becomes a sword mountain. Look at that, where I prepare for my cold smoke. "

The scales in the pool pointed at a place at the top of the mountain and said loudly.

Zhong Lin also looked at the past, and then screamed, only feeling that his eyes were tied halfway by the needle, and the pain was difficult.

"Hahaha."

The pond scales laughed at the stomach, and the tears of laughter were about to flow out.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, haha ​​... This is the old tradition of our interval. I was so pitted by my brother."

After a short while, Zhong Lin released his hands, his eyes had flushed, as if he had red eye disease.

"Brother Second, what do you practice?" Zhong Lin asked casually.

"Hey, I also asked this sentence that year, life and death, if you want to challenge me, you must work hard!"

Chi Zhongxin said with a smile, and he was in a good mood.

After being pitted by his elder brother, he always wanted to pit one. After so many years before he waited for Zhonglin, he now had a good mood.

"The sword on Wan Jianzu is not restrained, only looking at the sword, the stronger the sword meaning, the higher the position, the more top -level spiritual swords, the stronger the sword meaning, the most of my current swords can be inserted on the mountainside. Each sword on this sword mountain was once the beloved thing of a swordsman disciple. Among them, there are many treasures and even the king, but there is no exception. Select your own sword according to your own cultivation position. "

Zhong Lin nodded and looked at the sword mountain again with Lingyuan's running eyes.

With the continuous rise of eyes, there are fewer and fewer swords on the sword. After reaching a certain height, there are also no lack of treasures, but without exception, they stop at the top of the mountain and respect the peak sword.

The more he looked up, the more pain in Zhong Lin's eyes. When he saw the top sword, a powerful sword rushed straight into his eyes, scaring him to move his eyes away.

But this hurriedly glanced, he has also seen him see the true face of Lushan.

It was a dark sword with moss on it, as if the horrible sword meaning was not useful. The flood beast that was imprisoned in the cage.

The bracelets are full of rust, and there are blood that cannot be wiped off, as if the baptism of years after thousands of years.

"How? That sword prestige!"

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Chi Zhongxin said with emotion: "The name of this sword is even more powerful, and it is called Cutting God. It is said that this sword had killed a real God, and I don't know if it was true or not. Anyway, Master said so."

"Brother, is there really a god in the world?" Zhong Lin asked curiously.

"Nonsense, of course, isn't the road we go now?"

The scales in the pool glanced at Zhong Lin a weirdly said: "The day after tomorrow, congenital, Lingyuan, Superflies, Xuan Dan, Yin Yang, Life and Death, Nirvana, King, Emperor, God, this step is not to set foot in Shinto and become a god who controls everything. And there are records in Zongmen that since the establishment of the Holy Land, there have been five ancestors who have risen to rise. Among them, the ancestor Bai Yun, the ancestor of Jiange, is a living example.

When talking about the name Bai Yun's ancestor, he was always full of worship in the lazily eyes.

"We Jiange, a ancestor, was six -year -old Xi Jian. At the age of eight, he was famous in swordsmanship. At the age of nine, he realized that he became a master of the master. At that time, no one could point him on the sword art. Fatian Earth, with mountains and rivers, plants and trees, sun and moon rivers as teachers. It lasted for a century. The kendo was invincible. After more than 10,000 battles, in addition to Yu Fanzu, there is no defeat, and it also created the magical power "Guiyuan Sword Tire". It is a true Great Shin Kong. Unfortunately, we do n’t know how many years we have inherited from Jiange. There are so many years. Keeping Taoist wizard, but none of them came to his height. "

"Isn't Master?"

"Master? The old man was almost a little bit, and he was prestigious by cutting the god sword. The god sword was the emperor.

When the pond was talking, I only felt that the head was dark, but I saw that the master Xi Xuan had returned, and looked at him darkly.

"Master ... Master, when did you come back?" Chi Zhong's face was white, and his tone became trembling.

"Just come back, continue to say, what can you do if you got the Sword of Sword?"

"Ah ... what ... Master ... I have confiscated my clothes, I go to collect clothes first."

After turning around, he fled, and even the speed was not even seen by Zhong Lin.

"I killed you as a deceit."

The Master Xi Xuan snorted, and a shot of his right hand void, a huge fingerprint fell from the sky, accompanied by the sullenness of the pond directly into the ground.