Taoist master wants to ascend

So domineering.

Seeing the horses slowly walking on the long street, with Yan Chunyang shouting in front and back like a tiger cleaning the street, Li Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and two golden lights, one shallow and one deep, complemented each other.

[Little Dragon Divine Sword (Level 7)]

[Using a complete dragon king as the material, supplemented by ten thousand kinds of refined iron, and tempered by the heavenly luck mysterious weapon and the demon-suppressing dragon's divine sword energy, the divine weapon is born]

[Conditions for mastering: Perfection of Demon Subduing Tiangang and Perfection of Dragon God Sword Technique]

[Control effect: Level 7 (Light Gold): Demon-Conquering Tiangang Dzogchen, Dragon God Sword Technique Dzogchen

Sixth level (yellow): thunder dragon shape, dragon shape]

[Little Dragon Divine Armor (eighth level)]

[Mainly made of dragon scales, supplemented by hundred gods incense, spirituality has been born]

[Conditions for control: pure yang body, ultimate level of horizontal training, Dzogchen perfection]

[Control effect: Level 8 (gold): Blessing of a hundred gods

Level 7 (Light Gold): Hard to be damaged by a thousand blades, talent for horizontal training]

Seventh-level divine sword, eighth-level divine armor!

He is still a treasured boy...

Looking down at the long street from the sixth floor, Li Yuan couldn't help but be a little speechless. Thinking about Lao Dao Nie who didn't have a magic weapon, he wanted to shed bitter tears for him.

"People are more likely to die than others.'

Li Yuan's attention was focused on the magic weapon, and he only remembered who this person was when he heard Shi Yushu's murmur.

The only king with a different surname in the Universiade, the only disciple of Zhenwu King Wan Zhuliu, he was granted the title of Marquis at a young age, had extraordinary talents, and was a proud young man.

It is said that when he was born, thousands of temples in the imperial capital were shaken, and the gods blessed him, which caused a sensation in the world...

"Yan Chunyang is actually here too?"

Shi Yushu was shocked in his heart. He looked back at Li Yuan and saw that he was looking at him with great interest. He didn't seem to recognize who it was, so he couldn't help but whisper:

"Junior Brother Li, this person is the only disciple of King Zhenwu, the number one among the younger generation of Wanlong Dao..."

"heard about it."

Li Yuan nodded, but something moved in his heart. He remembered that it seemed that Long Xinglie came down from the mountain half a year ago, and it seemed that he was going to 'greet' this person?

'Where's Senior Brother?'

Li Yuan changed his mind and looked towards the long street. Yan Chunyang reined in the horse. At the end of the long street, Long Xinglie stepped over, followed by Xin Wenhua, Shan Hong, Lin Fangchui and others.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and the long street seemed to become quiet.

"Long Xinglie."

Yan Chunyang held the reins of his horse and looked calmly at Long Xinglie at the end of the long street. His voice was not loud, but everyone inside and outside the long street heard him clearly:

"Is the injury healed?"

There was a hint of joking in the indifference, and Li Yuan in the restaurant frowned a little when he heard this.

"Some minor injuries, nothing serious."

Long Xinglie's expression remained unchanged and he responded tit for tat: "I heard that the imperial court's 'Yulu Pill' is a holy medicine for healing. Originally, Long didn't believe it, but now it seems that it is indeed well-deserved.

Marquis Yan's serious injuries are now invisible. "

"~"

Yan Chunyang twitched his lips: "You overestimate yourself. How have I ever been injured?"

"Yes or no, you know and I know."

Long Xingliejing did not dwell on this and said calmly: "Although Mr. Yanhou has many places to go, as the host, Long still asked as a routine, if Mr. Yanhou wants to stay at the inn?"

"No need."

Yan Chunyang flicked the reins of his horse, and a group of martial arts masters in front of him and behind him had followed him away. Before leaving, he raised his head as if aware of something and looked at the restaurant beside him.

Shi Yulou was watching, and when he suddenly caught a glimpse, he was slightly startled.

"Very proud."

After watching King Zhenwu and his party leave, Li Yuan said something to Shi Yulou, then quickly went downstairs and found Long Xinglie.

"Big Brother."

Li Yuan bowed his hands in greeting.

Shi Yulou also hurriedly followed, bowed his hands and saluted, and announced his home.

"It turns out to be the young owner of the village."

Long Xinglie returned the favor without rejecting their invitation, and led Xin Wenhua and others upstairs.

At this time, the waiter in the restaurant brought the food and drinks.

"Senior Brother, have you fought against Yan Chunyang?"

As soon as he sat down, without drinking a glass of wine, Lin Fangzhui couldn't wait to ask. This true disciple who was ranked fourth on the Dragon Ranking had a dark and honest face and a deep voice.

"We fought seven times in half a year."

Long Xinglie held the wine glass, his expression calm with a hint of solemnity: "This person's talent is probably not inferior to that of his master Wan Zhuliu. I have not been able to find a chance to win in seven fights."

Seven battles all drawn?

The expressions of everyone in the box changed.

No one present knew much about Yan Chunyang, and their knowledge was limited to information. But how could everyone not know about Long Xinglie's innate martial arts?

It was recognized by the world as the true seed of a land god.

and......

"Then, it seems that Yan Chunyang is not even forty yet?"

Xin Wenhua couldn't sit still.

"Thirty percent."

Long Xinglie's heart was obviously not as calm as he appeared on the surface: "This person is proficient in many kinds of secret arts, and has even practiced Wan Zhuliu's two magical skills of 'Subduing Demon Tiangang' and 'Dragon Divine Sword' to above the fourth level..."

"Talent, better than me."

this......

Everyone in the box looked at each other and could hear the fear in Long Xinglie's voice.

"Another Wan Zhuliu?"

Lin Fang was squeezing the wine glass, and his heart was shaken: "Then this time the various martial arts performances..."

"I can't find a chance to win, and neither can he."

Long Xinglie drank all the wine in his glass and poured it down heavily: "After returning to the mountain this time, I will go into seclusion to prepare for the various martial arts performances in two years."

"I wish Senior Brother a successful start."

Everyone raised their glasses.

The atmosphere in the box was a little solemn. Long Xinglie drank a few glasses of wine and asked:

"By the way, when I just returned to the city, I heard that there were two dragon and tiger appearances in half a year?"

"true."

Xin Wenhua nodded and talked about the shock caused by the two dragons and tigers appearing together.

"After the first dragon and tiger appeared together, I was looking for this person, and even stayed with several elders of the sect for a while..."

Lin Fangzhui added.

"There are many speculations inside and outside the sect that this person is probably the rumored Black Whale Hammer Master Li Yuanba."

Shan Hong spoke very little, and then she spoke hoarsely.

"Li Yuanba?"

Long Xinglie frowned slightly: "Li Yuanba is probably a pseudonym, but it is indeed possible that he is the master of the Black Whale Hammer. If true, it may not be a good thing."

"They are all thinking about me.

Li Yuan drank in silence, listening to everyone's discussion, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

"Um?!"

While everyone was talking, they suddenly heard an extremely high-pitched roar of a tiger in the distance.

"The Patriarch's Stone Plaque?"

Long Xinglie frowned. Xin Wenhua, Shan Hong and others had jumped out of the window. Li Yuan followed the sound and saw that at the gate of Longhu Mountain,

The wind roared, and the shadow of a huge white tiger appeared in the sky, roaring upwards to the sky. The sound shook dozens of times, attracting the attention of countless people.

"The shadow of the white tiger appears."

Shi Yushu jumped up to the high place. From a distance, he could see the crowds of people at the gate of Longhu Mountain. There were even more people like him standing on the high place and looking far away.

"Which comrade is this?"

Shi Yushu was a little jealous.

The founder of Longhu Mountain Gate, Shi Bian, has a great reputation. For more than a thousand years, there has been no shortage of geniuses from his sect who have come here to experiment. He had deliberately gone back and forth several times before, but he had found nothing.

"Another genius with the qualifications of a master!"

Shi Yushu's eyes flashed and he hurried over. Xin Wenhua, Shan Hong and others also hurried away, and countless people watching the excitement rushed over.

Li Yuan followed the trend and followed up leisurely with Long Xinglie.

After a while, Li Yuan saw the young man standing under the stone plaque at the mountain gate. He had a long sword on his back, his expression was cold and solemn, and he was as sharp as a sword.

"Table nine!"

Seeing this person, Xin Wenhua's face suddenly darkened and became very ugly.

"Biao Jiu of the Changhong Sword Sect?"

Li Yuan's heart moved, and Long Xinglie's voice came to his ears: "Among the great sects, the Changhong Sword Sect has the worst relationship with our Longhu Temple.

This Table 9 is the second contemporary true successor of the Changhong Sword Sect, and has excellent talent. "

The Changhong Sword Sect had a bad relationship with Longhu Temple. Li Yuan knew this when he first entered Hengshan City. After all, a master of the Changhong Sword Sect was killed in Hengshan City, and his name was still hung on a stone tablet as a warning to future generations.

‘There are so many masters. '

Feeling the dazzling light of the weapons, Li Yuan couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

These masters and geniuses, who are rarely seen in ordinary times, have gathered together with various martial arts performances. At first glance, they don't look like a cloud of masters?

"Pretend to be nine!"

Li Yuan heard Xin Wenhua's scolding, but it was soon covered by all kinds of noise. As Pei Jiu attracted the white tiger's shadow, countless people followed suit.

"Xin Wenhua has not yet exchanged blood, and his qualifications are high. Without the magic weapon in hand, he is not worth mentioning."

"The same goes for Lin Fangzhui and Shan Hong."

"This generation of Longhu Temple is not outstanding, but there is Long Xinglie. This person is much stronger than the previous generations of true disciples such as Dou Yueseng, Han Tong, and Lin Jia."

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In an ancient house in the east of the city, Yan Chunyang sat quietly drinking tea under a tree, while several old servants softly reported various information.

"Roar!"

When the sound of the white tiger roaring came, Yan Chunyang raised his eyebrows slightly.

Phew~

As soon as he moved his brows, one of the servants serving in the courtyard shot away with lightning. He had excellent light skills. He quickly returned and bowed to report:

"Zhang Jiu, the true successor of the Changhong Sword Sect, has a natural sword shape...

"Pretending to be ninety-nine? I have some impression..."

Yan Chunyang thought for a while, and then it became clear after listening to the report of the old servant: "I remember that there are two old ghosts squatting on the stone plaque at the gate of Longhu Mountain. Is it Pei Jiu's talent that led to one of them?"

"Master Hou, be careful what you say."

The old servant lowered his voice. He didn't have the courage of the Marquis, and his words sounded a little hairy.

Although Longhu Temple is famous for its elixirs, its strength is also extremely terrifying, and it is definitely not something that this group of people can offend.

"interesting."

Looking at the white tiger roaring in the sky, Yan Chunyang narrowed his eyes slightly. The old servants on both sides had already told him the origin of this stone plaque and the names of the people who had caused turmoil in this monument over the years.

"Long Yingchan, Nie Xianshan, Long Xixiang? Well, Long Xinglie, Li Yuan? There is this person in Longhu Temple? Oh, a newbie."

Yan Chunyang listened to a few words casually and became a little curious:

"How to lure out these two old ghosts? Have to walk through the mountain gate? How troublesome?"

"Master Hou, you..."

Several old servants, as well as the Zhenwu Hall masters in the courtyard, all felt nervous. They were really frightened by what the Marquis was doing.

"Back off."

Yan Chunyang raised his hand to repel everyone. He gently turned the bead string on his wrist, and a faint light and shadow emerged from the bead string and fell into the shadow.

"Ying Xin, where is my master?"