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The self-proclaimed person varies from person to person.

Most of the time, Blessing called himself an old monk. After all, he was a very old man, but at this moment he had to be called a little monk.

Although the one on the opposite side didn't look much bigger than himself at this time.

"The old donor has gained a lot of fame lately.

Bian Fu had a smile on his face, and seemed to have no malice.

Qi Shi was also a little surprised in his heart.

Stuck by his ‘God’ induction, the old priest stood quietly, but seemed like an unfathomable black hole, devouring all the bright aura between heaven and earth.

Seemingly bland, in fact, his eyes fell on him, and he could never leave.

The so-called attention, but that's it.

It is difficult for him to imagine how a person who has never been baptized in heaven and earth can have such an incredible body and soul.

It took only two or three months from the moment he heard the name of the man to the door of his own. In a short period of time, he has been so strong?

Wu Anqisheng took a closer look.

The master of the veins, known as Dafeng's first practice, has a pure breath, as spotless as his moon-white monk's robe.

他 Under his thin body like a niche, he contained extremely powerful forces.

This is the strongest person he has seen since he came to the world.

He stepped slowly and stopped outside Lixu. A majestic momentum had permeated the sky, making the embarrassment hovering in mid-air a little uneasy.

"What do you care about a little bit of anonymity?"

Luan Qisheng looked dull, and there was a ripple in his eyes:

"Are you here to win the scriptures?"

"Tianyi wins the Sutra ..."

Bian Fu's smile disappeared, and she nodded slightly:

"The world only knows how to capture spirits, and not many people know this name. It seems that the old donor did have a spiritual scripture on this day ..."

"At the point where you and I should know, no matter the magic or the magic, you can't change your mind. The true good and evil are in one heart."

Luan Qisheng's tone was light, but with a hint of curiosity:

"What is the purpose of Longxiang Fasi Temple for so many years since Tianyi captured the scripture?"

The martial arts of any one of the series of spiritual veins contains the strongest will of the pioneer. With the spirit of practice, the mind is bound to be affected.

The gods and the demon gods are not all slander.

But An Qisheng's mind is firm. No matter his skill or magic, he can't affect his state of mind.

Xu Yi, he is very curious, why the Dragon Elephant Law Temple has been pursuing the whereabouts of Tianyi Dou Lingjing for 700 years.

Hate?

I'm afraid it may not be.

"The old donor sees it thoroughly, magic or magic, it's nothing to me."

Wu Fuxin glanced at his apprentice, the young monk Huiguo was playing with her little donkey.

He sighed gently:

"It's a secret to me. It's a long story."

"Let's make a long story short."

Wu Anqisheng shook his head slightly, the master and apprentice were exactly the same.

"Tianyi ’s capture of the Sutra comes from the rapture of the soul seven hundred years ago. The rapture of the rapture of the soul has reached the end of the Taiyin Promise. The top of the world is that someone in the contemporary era can surpass the others, often You can't kill him ... "

Bian Fuxin nodded, and there seemed to be no concealment.

门 This spiritual masterpiece can not only devour others' true energy, but also supplement others, and create a respected strong person. Even after his death, he can be born again in those strong ones he created.

Once He became Tai Yin Wu Ji, His Majesty was everywhere, and it was difficult for those who surpassed him to completely exterminate him.

The Dragon Elephant Law Temple had eaten this big loss at that time, and he was reborn in the Buddha body of that generation of Dragon Elephant Law Temple, and then the Dragon Elephant Law Temple was destroyed.

When this happened, An Qi was already aware of Meng Huiguo.

"It is still the master of Daewoo ’s gun that locked the‘ **** ’of God ’s soul with a soul. A shot that wiped out the whole world ’s consciousness of God ’s spirit would kill this 獠.”

Xi Fuxin said here, paused, and looked at An Qisheng:

"But Tianyi's soul-capturing scripture is strange and unpredictable. The owner of Dayu Gun once said that the soul-capturing **** still has a god. ... "

"Episodemic?"

Wu Huiguo stood up, a little surprised.

He didn't know about it.

"God is immortal, so can you live by weight?"

Wu Anqi wasn't too surprised. He might have thought about it.

大 That big skyscraper can keep a ray of divine will for 700 years, and it is not difficult to understand that the soul-giving master whose life-saving ability is still above him is not dead.

"That's right, so the little monk heard that the old donor had to break through the veins before he hurried in."

Bian Fuxin nodded slightly, his face solemnly said:

"I just hope that the old donor will not leave this harmful practice in the world."

He didn't tell too many people about this.

The reason why Xuan reveals is that the old Taoist priest did not practice this magic skill too deeply.

Twenty-two years later, this old Taoist arrogance was arrogant, and he was not sure that he could surpass it .......

"Tian Yi Duo Jing Jing is useless to me and will not be passed on to anyone."

Luan Qisheng agreed:

"However, a bead was useful to me that day, and it was not good to destroy it."

As soon as Tiantian grabbed the spirits on the Sutra, An Qi didn't care much about life. If the weight of life is really invincible, it won't be as easy to win the soul.

That's why he never took Tianyi to capture the Sutra.

Rather, it ’s Tianyizhu, a different treasure that can purify the internal force nine times, which is of great value to anyone.

At this time, his internal force was purely purified two or three times, and the distance was far from the limit, so it was impossible to destroy it.

"Amitabha."

Even if it had been expected, Fu Xin couldn't help but recite a Buddhist chant.

He then looked at An Qisheng with a dim glance:

"The old donor is very admired for being a little monk.

"Master?"

Zhi Huiguo's complexion changed slightly.

He also knew about the killing of the Red Sun King by An Qisheng. His old monk was different from the Red Sun King by himself.

"and so......."

Luan Qisheng's eyes opened and closed, not happy or angry:

"Are you going to shoot?"

"Little monk has no injustice and revenge against you, why bother to die?"

Bian Fuxin's face glowed with golden light, like a Buddha statue in a temple:

"The little monk wants to make a bet with the old donor."

"Bet?"

Luan Qisheng's eyes moved slightly and came with a little interest:

"Tell me."

"Although the inheritance of the Longxiang Fa Temple is not as good as that of Huangjue Temple and Six Prison Demon Sects, it is also unique."

Wu Huiguo smiled slightly:

"The little monk has practiced for sixty years, and his martial arts are unsatisfactory, not higher than those few achievements, but he is only a bit confident in this practice ..."

Between his speech, a layer of glittering golden light waved around him, and the moon-white monk's robe hunted, quite a bit like the style of a monk.

"Do you want to see, how can I break your golden body?"

Luan Qisheng's eyes narrowed, and she seemed to think of something.

"....... the old donor joked, how could the little monk be so arrogant?"

Bian Fuxin's smile was a little stiff, and he immediately said:

"Little monk wants to wrestle with you!"

Wrestling?

Su Anqisheng looked suddenly strange, and looked at Fuxin with a smile, instead asking:

"Do you want to compete with me?"

If Xun really fights, he wants to surpass this monk who is far stronger than the Red Sun King, and he is not sure.

But wrestling ...

On the top of Xuan Xingxing, Dan Jinqiang's physical strength is already great, and throwing it away is enough to throw the elephant more than 20 meters away.

In this world, he was able to cleanse the flesh internally. Before the blood exchange was completed, his physical strength had surpassed all the masters of Xuan Xing.

After the trance, the blood exchange was completed, the heaven and earth reiki entered the body, the qi was condensed, and the gods were not bad, the Qi pulse was completed, and so on.

The body of the cricket is raised several times, which is ten times stronger than that of the Red Sun King created by that vein.

Someone wants to wrestle with him?

Xi Rao was based on An Qisheng's calm state of mind.

"What could be wrong?"

Wu Fuxin looked at An Qisheng's smile with a little suspicion.

不 What did you say wrong?

"There is nothing wrong with it."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

He said he was hesitant if he said that he was more energetic than energy. He had no intention of refusing to say anything more than strength.

开口 Immediately speaking:

"How do you compare the law?"

"If the heaviest thing in the world is the city of Fengdu, why the bronze statue of the prince of the dynasty before the imperial court was made of gold and iron, and the hundred-foot bronze statue of the prince of Dafeng, unfortunately the statue cannot be moved lightly ... .. "

Blessed with a little regret, she immediately said:

"In addition, there is a golden bell in Huangjue Temple, which is the gathering of mineral gold and iron obtained from the Huangshan Temple ’s excavation of Liangshan for thousands of years. It was cast 200 years ago and weighed millions of pounds .. .....

We will use this wrestle to win or lose by the number of rings! "

"Huangjue Bell ..."

Zhao Anqisheng's heart moved ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Huangjue Temple is one of the oldest schools in this world. According to legend, it was the gate established by an old monk in the mountains of Liangzhou more than a thousand years ago.

It is said that the old monk took part in the fortune-making and excavated the mountains and used various minerals to cast the gate of Huangjue Temple.

Later, Huangjue Temple also inherited this tradition. The facilities in the temple are all built with multiple systems.

For more than a thousand years, a plain of thousands of miles has been opened around Huangjue Temple, which has been lent to people living around it for many years.

Twenty-two years ago, Taifeng Taizu and the monk Yixiu argued that the place where Fanhuangjue Temple was opened was owned by them, and only eleven taxes were payable.

The Huangjue Bell, according to legend, is made from all kinds of minerals obtained from Huangjue Temple in the past thousand years.

Legend has it that it weighed millions of pounds.

In Huanghuangjue Temple, this bell can ring, but only five or six people.

This wrestling has some meaning.

At this point, he was not afraid of any fraud and promised directly:

好 "Okay! When the beast tide in Liangzhou subsides, go to Huangjue Temple to gamble with you!"

如此 "So, the little monk is waiting for the donor to drive."

Xi Fuxin smiled slightly and turned to leave with the young monk riding the donkey Hui Guo.

After a short while, I have gone far.

"Wrestling ........"

She Anqisheng shook her head and laughed, her figure rising amid the air.

Hanyu meandered, and bowed to catch An Qisheng, making a long howl, flying towards the next beast tide.