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Golden Eagle gradually drifted away, and soon disappeared at the end of sight.

"Hoo!"

At this moment, An Qisheng slowly exhaled a spit.

The violently boiling blood in the body slowly calmed down.

Zhi Gangsheng took so many punches from the Red Sun King, and was somewhat injured by his physique.

In the final analysis, these many horizontal exercises are intertwined in parallel. Although no backlash collision will occur under the control of his strong mental power, it is also difficult to achieve a perfect integration.

解决 If you want to solve this problem, you must integrate many horizontal exercises, summarize and summarize them, and create your own horizontal training system.

Wu martial arts has always been the most suitable and the best, not the bigger the better.

At this point, An Qisheng never knew.

"Master!"

In the midst of the air, a hundred feet apart, Wang Jianglong laughed and said, "Crossing the veins and beheading the red sun. The move of the Taoist Master has really opened Wang's eyes!"

"It turned out to be the lord of the king."

Luan Qisheng returned a gift:

"Dare to praise the Lord."

King Wang Jianglong, the beggar helps the master, unites Dafeng with millions of strong men who count beggars.

The Beggar Gang has a bad reputation among the Dafeng martial arts, but in fact, a big gang who lives on the bottom and has millions of people, it is impossible without a trace of darkness.

But that ’s just that the bad comment of the beggar gang is bad, but Wang Jianglong ’s comment is not stained.

He is Yun Haitian. When he mentions the beggar, he disdains. There is nothing to criticize when mentioning this person.

Luan Qisheng knew more. In the original "Red Sun Disaster" he saw, the Red Sun King defeated the Chivalry Gate, and it was this king Jianglong who shot the Red Sun King earlier than many masters in the court.

Both of them know each other, and naturally they enjoy each other.

Rumble ~

At this moment, the sound of sullen thunder came from the sky, and heavy black clouds rolled in, quickly blocking the day.

The wind of the masterpiece is moist.

"It's raining......"

King Wang Jianglong reached out and touched the damp breeze, and couldn't help laughing:

"This rain is coming in time!"

The two fell on top of a barren mountain.

After a short while, lightning flashed over the mountains, dark clouds rolled over, heavy rain poured down, and shrouded the forest fire that had been burning for seven or eight days.

With the heavy rain pouring and the water vapor surrounding the mountain top, An Qisheng looked at the sky and couldn't help sighing.

The fire that stretches across the mountains is indestructible even though the veins are immortal.

But under the prestige of this world, it was quickly suppressed.

As the Qi pulse is completed, the true Qi can penetrate the heaven and earth, and he feels more and more small.

It's no wonder that many masters in Jiufu Realm don't care about physical polishing, no matter how strong their physical fitness is in comparison with heaven and earth, it is not worth mentioning.

"After this time, no one will dare to think of the Minister."

King Wang Jianglong stood in heavy rain.

He never held back the heavy rain, or even spontaneously lost his anger, and let the heavy rain rush:

"Nao Laoer originally asked me to correct the name of Taoist Chief, but I know that Nao Laoer has always been ignorant of people and ignored it. I saw Dao Dao today and I realized that Nao Laoer was not completely blind!"

But An Qisheng just smiled and didn't care.

He never felt that the reputation affects himself. I'm just me. What other people think of him, he can't control it, he can't bother to manage it.

In the final analysis, it was only because he was the big devil that everyone shouted and drove him in a continuous stream.

I changed to be a monk who is a monk who threatened to kill the life of the ants, so no one will receive the reward from the court's monarch?

I am afraid that more people will come.

"It's raining hard, I'm afraid it won't last ..."

Looking at the heavy mountains with heavy rain, after Wang Jianglong frowned slightly, arched:

"Wang went out to extinguish the fire. If we meet again next time, drink 300 cups with the Taoist Master!"

"Wish it!"

Luan Qisheng returned a gift.

The King of Dragons turned and emptied, wrapped in the wind and rain, just like the rain of the King of Dragons, and flew away from the burning fire in the heavy rain.

Lu Anqi stopped for a long time in the rain, and then left.

........

The prince of the Red Sun confronted people among the mountains of Liangzhou, and the fire that caused the fire was known to the world with the tide of beasts everywhere.

When countless people have speculated whether this matter will attract a lot of experts,

The bloodthirsty Demon An Qisheng struck down the veins with Qi Qi, and beheaded the Sun King in the mountains in one fell swoop, causing a great uproar again in the martial arts!

For decades, the Red Sun King became famous, and in the seventy-three states of Dafeng, and even in the martial arts of the rest of the countries, he was a well-known big devil.

He was killed, or was he killed by a Qiqi master?

Countless people are shocked, but it is also unbelievable. If it was said that Wang Jianglong, the beggar's helper, had said it in person, they would think it was nonsense.

But until the reward of the court was revoked, all the people knew that it turned out to be true.

Immediately uproar.

I have become famous in the exchange of blood, and the gas pulse has become a state of prestige, and is now famous all over the world.

神 Master is almost a height that most people cannot understand.

But the legendary masters have always been one, and the legend that they can defeat the enemy is rarely known.

For a short time, An Qisheng's already-famous reputation was even more famous, chasing the top ten masters in the weapon spectrum.

Many martial arts people who originally gathered in Zhongzhou were scattered as birds and beasts.

Shenmai is synonymous with invincibility in today's world. The blood demon even An Qisheng can kill even Shenmai. How are they rivals?

If this is the case, it may be true that those who are interested in smoking will come to the door, but with the withdrawal of the court reward, naturally most people will not have the idea of ​​being hostile to him.

Some of the ‘heroes’ who came under the name of revenge for their friends were even ashamed.

Of course, these things, An Qisheng who is running away from Liangzhou and expelling the beast tide back to the mountain, is unknown.

Howl ~

Han Han shouted and roared.

The beasts roaming the mountains and the mountains shudder when they heard the sound, and wailed in sorrow.

的 The instinct between the beasts allows them to ignore humans, but they cannot ignore the chirping roar that flies above the sky.

On the bow, An Qisheng stood with his hands in his robes and hunted.

I have to say that this cold-hearted vitality is inhuman and inhuman. After being attacked by Cao Tianzhang and the Red Sun King, almost his brain was shaken, and he hit the ground several times from the sky, but he did not die.

As the Golden Eagle King who was broken by Cao Tianzhang, he could even fly back to Zhongzhou after being opened.

He found that the cold urn was not dead, and in the spirit of waste utilization, he facilitated the cold turmoil to conquer it with the Ferris wheel.

蛟 Although he is cruel by nature, his spirituality is not low. If it is not a headshot, it is difficult for him to conquer.

In fact, the same is true. With the martial arts of the Red Sun King, it took twenty full years to reluctantly conquer it. If the ferris wheel law is so magical, the King of the Wheel is already invincible.

Howl ~

Seeing the thousands of beasts running away, Hagi made a roar again, a dive, the breath erupted, scaring countless beasts trembling, and they fell on the ground and pissed.

Then I was proud to fly into the air.

But then, it suddenly found something strange.

I saw that under its fierce might, there were still beasts who did not kneel to show their surrender.

It was about to get angry, and suddenly heard a cold hum.

Suddenly a moment of trembling disappeared.

Wu Anqisheng looked down.

Standing among the beasts, is a small black and white donkey.

小 This little donkey is not ordinary, it is not a rare bird or a strange animal. It can remain indifferent under the cold and mighty power, naturally because at this time, there is a person sitting on its back.

A monk.

A handsome young monk wearing moon-white monk robes with red lips and white teeth.

At this moment, the little monk was holding a relic with a faint red light, talking to himself:

"Why is it so bright?"

Purr ~

The air screamed, and the chirping bow hung down the large bow, An Qisheng stepped down, stomping on the air like stepping on the ground.

"Little monk, meet again."

Luan Qisheng smiled a little, this little monk is naturally Hui Guo.

A few months ago, in the King of the Snake Mountain, a small monk Huiguo from the Dragon Elephant Temple who had killed him for killing a mountain donkey for a donkey.

I am no better than then, at this moment he can detect the realm of this little monk.

He condensed the meridians such as the torso of the hands, feet, and trunks, which has become a small week, but he has not condensed. Obviously, it is necessary to achieve the weather of the week.

"Provide the donor."

Wu Huiguo came back to God. Although At this time An Qisheng turned white hair and green hair, the whole person seemed not much older than him, but he recognized it at a glance.

He rolled over the donkey, while the little flower donkey lay down on the ground while he rolled down, his limbs twitched, his eyes rolled, but he was fainted.

He held the reddish relic and walked around An Qisheng a few times, looking at the faint red light on it, and looked at An Qisheng in confusion:

"Are n’t the leaps and bounds of Anshou a year, isn't it because of gaining magic?"

Wu Huiguo was very surprised.

In the past year, An Qisheng's name is like a thunderbolt. In fact, he also looked for An Qisheng for several months.

He originally thought that An Qisheng was really a spiritual master, so he could be promoted at such a fast speed.

I just didn't expect that the red light above this relic was still so weak.

"Little monk, you are too rash."

Luan Qisheng glanced at the little monk who seemed to be a little stiff, and said lightly:

"With your martial arts, I can poke you to death with one finger, that is, I have practiced the demon spirit, what can you do?"

"It seems that the donor is not practicing this magic."

Wu Huiguo breathed a little sigh of relief, and folded her hands together:

"The Anshi master has really cultivated this magic skill and will not kill the monk."

"He knows?"

Jian An Qisheng raised an eyebrow, moved her mind, and asked again:

"What now?"

Qionglongxiangfa Temple 700 years ago was also a martial art that was comparable to Huangjue Temple and Jishen Sect. Many of its martial arts passed down were naturally very amazing.

This martial art he had seen and even learned when he entered the dream fruit.

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"Answer?"

Wu Huiguo's eyes widened and she was quite surprised.

Wu Ruofei watched, he almost thought that there was no one in front of him.

心 He knows his heart for a long time, but he can't feel his emotion.

"The donor has a deep spiritual cultivation."

After being taken aback, Huiguo expressed his admiration.

"In the end you can't think of nothing."

But An Qisheng shook his head.

There is no good and no disgusting body. There is good and malicious movements. If he fails to resolve, he will be detected by Huiguo. The Buddha's other minds can't perceive half points.

"Little monk, you relish feels pretty good, and the magic of magic is on me."

I sighed, An Qisheng answered softly.

He raised his eyebrows as he spoke.

The Dai language was not spoken to Huiguo, but was another monk who was coming from a distance.

That is a middle-aged monk also wearing a moon-white monk robe.

The figure is tall and slender, with a face like a crown jade, eyes like a morning star, and slender eyebrows.

There is a long-running word in Minjiang.

What I said is that few heroes in the world are handsome, but none of them are ugly.

For seven hundred years, this has always been the case.

"Amitabha."

Middle-aged monk folded his hands and saluted slightly:

"Little monk blessed the heart, I have seen the elder donor."