Sword Emperor Reborn

"Brahma Temple, I finally found you, hehe." Furukawa chuckled, then turned into a stream of light and rushed into the temple.

As soon as you enter the Brahma Temple, you can see a magnificent building called the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas. There are many Buddha statues in it, each of which is different. They are all made of pure gold. There are more than a hundred towers surrounding the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas, among which there is the tallest and unusual one.

Eye-catching, it is called a chanting tower. Although the name is so, it is true that the place where the Brahma Temple stores books has been named Brahma Temple for thousands of years. It can be said that it has the same history as the Cangxuan Continent. The martial arts foundation is very high. This chanting tower is not

I know how many martial arts fanatics coveted it, but no one dared to take a peek. Even if there were brave ones who came, they still ended up with no news at all.

On a dark and windy night, Furukawa, dressed in black and masked, flew around the temple towards the chanting tower. During the day, he had already explored the route and marked it. At this moment, his senses suddenly discovered that there was a person in the chanting tower.

He felt that the obscure aura was hiding all his aura at the moment. He knew that the man hidden in the chanting tower was definitely not his opponent, but traveling around the continent and rarely encountering an opponent, he had forgotten what it was to be afraid because he was most afraid of it.

What he is good at is not fighting, but running away. When it comes to escaping, there are really few people in Cangxuan Continent who can match him.

Just as he was approaching the chanting tower, suddenly there was a huge fire, and ten monks dressed as Arhats with golden skin glowed floated around him and surrounded him. Furukawa suddenly discovered that none of the ten monks had a weaker aura than his.

Knowing that it was bad, the matter had come to this, and there was no point in staying. He was about to run away, but suddenly laughter came from behind: "Haha, the famous thief of Cangxuan Furukawa, the benefactor, why are you so eager to leave after you come?"

Furukawa glanced back and saw a lean old monk wearing cassocks and a gray beard appearing at the door of the chanting tower. The aura was exactly what he had noticed before. He didn't think much at the moment and flew out of the temple suddenly.

, a giant golden net transformed into golden light came overwhelmingly toward him, and soon it caught up with him and wrapped him tightly in it. Furukawa was furious: "Old monk, what on earth do you want to do?"

"Wuchen has no intention of offending, but please benefactor Furukawa to stay in this temple for three to five years." The old monk came up and smiled, his smile was extremely kind and harmless.

"Damn, are you kidding? Let me go, or I will destroy your ruined temple!" Furukawa had never experienced such humiliation before, and he became angry with shame.

The old monk and the Arhat beside him looked at each other and smiled: "It may be possible in Furukawa in Cangxuan Continent, but this is Brahma Temple, so I still ask the donor to stay for some time."

Furukawa was running the Xuan Dan at the moment, reaching out to tear the golden giant net into pieces, but even if he used Xuan Jin, the giant net would not move at all.

"Haha, with the strength of the benefactor, King Xuan, this golden body moluo net will not be in vain," the old monk said with a smile.

"Why do you want me to stay in this temple?" Furukawa gave up his struggle and asked angrily.

"The donor's disciple Qin Cang!" the old monk said with a smile.

Furukawa was shocked. Not many people knew about his recruitment of disciples, let alone the Brahma Temple on an isolated island far away in the sea.

"I also know that Furukawa came here this time for his disciple. However, it is not the right time for the benefactor to leave. The "Xuanshen Creation Sutra" stored in our temple has not yet been destined to the little benefactor Qin Cang. It can take as short as three years, or as long as

In five years, Lao Na will personally escort the benefactor out of the temple and help the little benefactor during this time of crisis. Our temple will definitely entertain the benefactor and do him a big favor!"

"What's the business?" Furukawa asked

"Haha" the old monk stroked his gray beard and said with a smile: "I guess that although the Furukawa donor has reached the late stage of Xuanwang, due to the wind attribute and the practice of "Yun Zongbu", the speed is far better than the effect of the late stage of Xuanwang.

, but the combat strength is not as powerful as the late Xuan King. Is this true?"

"It's true, how did you know?" Furukawa asked in surprise.

"As you can see, the donor shouldn't be surprised. Lao Na can help the donor overcome this weakness of the wind attribute!" the old monk said solemnly.

"If this is true, Furukawa would like to thank the master." Furukawa's current weakness of Taoist attributes has always been his only concern. The old monk's clear explanation also made him believe in this old monk. What's more, Buddhism does not lie. Since he has practiced to

Of course this old monk knows about such a realm

In this way, Furukawa stayed in Brahma Temple and practiced all day long.

Since Qin Cang reached the Xuan Realm, he has been practicing all day without any pause. What awaits him is no longer just the expectations of his family. Hou Shan wants to take his own life. He must avenge this in order to swallow the bad breath in his heart. Although

His strength is low, but he is still young and has plenty of time. As long as Hou Shan does not die, he will have his revenge one day. Sishui Pavilion has been kind to him. Now the situation is urgent. The Shuangshan Alliance formed by Hou Shan and Lin Shuang is recruiting troops. He has been guilty for a long time.

When the time comes, I will do my best to help Sishui Pavilion, but this also requires strength. Moreover, although the marriage between myself and Xiao Yinger is silent, many people have ideas in their hearts. After all, Qin

Cang's strength is too weak, and none of them can see the future development. If he is still average by that time, someone will definitely stand up to oppose him. Even if Xiao Ying'er likes her again, she must bow before her strength.

In this way, Qin Cang practiced hard under a lot of pressure, and it all fell on his weak shoulders! He endured the loneliness, the pain, and the hardships

In the blink of an eye, two years later, in the woods, a handsome young man in black closed his eyes tightly, concentrated his strength on two fingers, and tilted his body slightly. Suddenly, the young man opened his eyes fiercely, and shouted loudly: "Kawajiang Finger!"

The light circle flashed, and the light blue beam of light hit a thick tree trunk in the direction of the finger. When the trunk touched the light beam, it exploded violently. The young man sniffed slightly with his finger and smiled.

On the mountain rock, the young man held his breath and concentrated, staring fiercely at a huge rock. A golden light flashed out of his right arm. From time to time, the golden light bloomed! "Golden Arm!" The young man shouted loudly, raised his right arm and slammed it on the rock.

Suddenly, the rock exploded, throwing up fine dust and falling on the boy. The boy patted the dust on the clothes and smiled innocently again.

In the forest, a male lion glared at the young man in black in front of him, his eyes were red, and he had obviously been hungry for a long time. From time to time, he roared and suddenly pounced towards the young man. There was no trace of fear in the young man's eyes, but there was a cunning hand seal.

He groaned, "Fen Huanshen!", and in an instant, a fire python suddenly jumped up from behind the young man and roared towards the lion. As soon as it touched the lion's body, it showed huge strength and entangled itself with silk threads.

This male lion struggled several times to no avail, and lay limply on the ground, with a burning smell coming from its fur from time to time.

The young man in black smiled and looked up at the sky. At the age of fifteen, he had reached the late stage of the Mysterious Realm. He was the leader of the younger generation of Sishui Pavilion, the youngest member of the Qingjiang Army, and the proud son-in-law of Pavilion Master Xiao Sheng, Qin Cang!

(The story will soon reach its climax. I hope everyone can support Xiaobao and Xiaobao to repay the brothers with more exciting plots!)