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Even though An Qisheng did not have any big fanfare, but on the day of the completion of the Taoist Temple, there were still many flying pigeons. The flying eagles flew from Nanliang County, Ronghua House, and even the entire Fengzhou to spread across Dafeng Zhuzhou.

King Power Road!

It seems that overnight, the name resounded throughout the martial arts and became known to everyone.

Kingship.

These two words are taboo in the world, and that is the power of the lord.

Standing on the road to the kingship has made countless people speechless and admire them.

After all, this is a master who truly faces the court and tramples the court's dignity under his feet!

The aftermath of the battle in front of Fengfeng City has not yet dissipated. At this time, there was news of An Qisheng's founding of the school, and there were countless people in the world.

Some people yearn for it, they want to learn from the teacher, some people make fun, some simply want to inquire about the news ......

For a while, Wang Daodao had not formally established a sect.

I have already attracted the attention of countless people.

Luan Qisheng may or may not know, but he doesn't care.

After the completion of Martyrdom Conception, he kicked down those martial arts people who reluctantly reluctantly wanted to be a cow and a horse for a lifetime.

After a while, he entered the Huayan Mountains once, and found a group of birds that fly very fast and endurance for delivery.

As his ‘body’ grows stronger, the Ferris wheel method is much more advanced, and it is natural to conquer birds.

Even under his spiritual influence, these birds can send letters without training, of course, only in places An Qisheng has visited.

It is natural to have witnesses to the Kaizong School.

Although Luan Qisheng did not want to be a fan, he always invited some people to come, such as Huangjue Temple, such as Wang Jianglong.

In addition, he has neither the people he knows nor the meaning of climbing up, so he is too lazy to care about it.

........

The empty hall seemed to be filled with cold currents. Between the invisible pressure trembling, the whole hall made an unbearable moan.

A tall man stood half-knelt on the ground, shaking slightly.

"Royal Power, Royal Power ..."

King Feng Feng stood in the shadow, and there was a rush between the eyebrows:

"What a kingship!"

"King, King! That An Qisheng claimed to be a king, and although he was officially enshrined, it is true. Do you want to send someone to besiege?"

The tall figure was hoarse and tried to open his mouth.

"Why siege?"

With a wave of Wang Feng's sleeve robe, the face disappeared instantly, turning into a sneer:

"The old Taoist meritorious deeds, if you insist on fleeing, how can the army stop him? Just for the two or three little dolls under his door?"

The tall figure trembled, afraid to talk back.

"This is a good thing."

King Feng Feng lowered his eyes:

"Lonely beasts are the most frightening. With drag, they are more secure!"

为何 Why is he jealous of this old Taoist priest, not a break from Huangjue Temple, Mu Qingfeng of Wanjian Villa?

Naturally, because this old Taoist is all in one!

It's okay to take a break, or Mu Qingfeng, there are thousands of disciples under the door, countless disciples and even grandchildren, even if you have the power to impact the king, you will never dare to move easily.

I even want to make friends with him.

Because they are not afraid of the siege of the court, but those disciples and disciples have no such possibility!

Throughout the ages, there is a lone spirit, but there are few masters of loneliness.

Therefore, the court and the martial arts of the rivers, lakes, lakes, and lakes can maintain balance and fear each other.

I mean, An Qisheng's appearance really broke this balance.

老 This old Taoist priest not only became a Qi pulse without the support of a sect, but also possessed the supreme martial arts of Qi Qi, and defeated the siege of the court.

But he dared to be so bold, but it was because he was all alone.

若 And if there are thousands of disciples and many disciples, it will be different.

"Wang Shangying."

The tall figure responded in congratulations.

King Feng Feng waved his hand:

"Take a golden feather eagle and show it to the widow!"

"Yes!"

The tall figure bowed slightly and exited the hall.

After a while, he walked into the hall with a golden feather eagle.

"Go."

King Feng Feng repulsed the man, beckoned slightly, and the Jin Yuying, who was combing the feathers, could not help falling into his palm.

A letter from Wang Feng's pen was inserted into Jin Yuying's belly.

He shook his hand immediately, and Jin Yuying made a long beep, like an electric thunderbolt.

"Royal Power, Royal Power ..."

King Feng Feng read it again.

The trance disappeared into the shadows.

After the hall, there are heavy secret doors, each of which has a master shift on duty, without a moment of slack.

Even if Feng is the king, he has to match all the secrets and even verify his identity by dripping blood to enter it.

无 There is no light in the dark tunnel.

"Taizu, Taizu ..."

King Feng Feng sighed softly.

Here is Dafeng's most secret place. Even if it is him, it is only a few years after he inherited the throne.

He never wants to come here on weekdays.

King Feng Feng stepped forward and walked out of nowhere, only a ray of red-gold light appeared before the dark tunnel.

Between the faint faints, it seems that a dragon's voice can be heard.

At the end of the tunnel, a burly figure sat cross-legged.

It was this man who sat here on his knees, and the omnipresent red-golden light behind him was blocked by him, and only the filaments scattered.

When he saw King Feng, the man never opened his eyes. Instead, he was King Feng, giving a gift first:

"Well, how's it going?"

Uh ~

It seems that there is electricity across!

For a few moments, it was dark and bright!

Immediately, the light dimmed.

But I can also see that the man is really a real man, in red, with red lips and white teeth.

"The king shouldn't come here much."

The thick and soft charm is mixed, and the sound like the vigor and softness echoes in the ear of Feng Wang:

"In another 20 years, you're done!"

"Twenty years, too long ..."

King Feng Feng frowned:

"Um, is there a way to speed up this process?"

For twenty years, I'm afraid that the world has already had swordsmen, and how many dragons and snakes have landed.

"Two hundred years have passed. Twenty years, how can you wait?"

Red clothes 音响 sound like men and women.

His voice is strange and inexplicable, but not unpleasant, but with a strange charm, it makes people listen and feel happy.

"Twenty years later, I'm afraid I don't know how many people will be king. My Dafeng family business is afraid that it will be corrupted in the hands of widows."

King Feng Feng was a little gloomy.

"Taizu's fists still lay the land for thousands of miles, and the magical soldiers are in your hands, do you not have the confidence to sweep the world?"

Hongyi 姥姥 responded slightly:

"Keep in mind that Taizu, Taizong, Xuanzong and other monarchs planned for two hundred years, just for you!"

King Feng suddenly became silent, and then said:

"Han Ta Gong Jing is ventilated, can he be joined?"

"Impossible!"

I seem to have a thunder, and the red stern shouted:

"Two hundred years of hardening, the magic soldier hates me and so on. If someone else comes, the magic soldier must choose it as the master! Anyone except you and me know the news!

Only,

kill! kill! kill! !! !! "

The wind howled in the tunnel, and the promenade of miles was full of thunder.

In the dust of the violent air, Feng Wang wiped the dust from his face and nodded indifferently:

"I understand."

Uh ...

Dafeng is 30,000 miles north of it, an extremely bitter cold place.

This place is based on the heavens, the earth, and the Arctic. The environment is extremely violent. Nearly half of them are ice oceans. There is very little land, there is almost no human beings, and even few living animals.

Surrounded by several ice oceans, there is an ice peak.

Among them, there is a mountain range facing the sky, like a backbone of heaven and earth, penetrating into the clouds.

This mountain, originally unknown, is now called the Six Prison Sacred Mountain.

On top of it, there are six prisoners.

Above Wu Bingfeng, there is a silence like a mortal village of the Six Prison Demon Sects. Only the snow and the wind roar, it seems that no one has seen people for a long time.

Uh ~

But just as a golden light passed by.

A figure suddenly emerged from the snow and wind, and between the waves of tumbling waves, it jumped up and down, holding the golden feather eagle that flew like an arrow in its hands.

Boom!

The man landed, setting off a storm.

In the sharp cold wind, he showed a majestic dragon-like body, and a smooth-looking head, which could not even be seen by the five senses.

I have no face, so I can change.

This person, but it is the Lord of Hell's Demon Sect, the ever-changing devil, and the sheep snake.

"Lamb Snake! Stop!"

There was a cold hum in the village.

鬼 A skinny old man's ghostly appearance appeared, his voice was cold:

"This is the golden feather eagle of the Dafeng court. It should be to seek the lord, and you dare to kill."

"Sovereign ..."

The tall and burly man almost pinched the golden feather eagle, and when he heard that the electric shock was released.

I let the golden eagle scream and run away.

Uh ~

Uh ~

The golden feather eagle screamed in horror, flew into the air, and suddenly accelerated, as if it was going to be killed on the iceberg ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ what a bad thing! "

Suddenly, the old man with a ghost-faced face changed, and was about to capture it.

Humming ~

Suddenly, the air ripples in the sky.

A slender crystal, like the most perfect creation in the world, stuck out the palm, pinching the golden feather eagle that escaped the sound barrier.

The two looked up.

I saw the distant sky full of wind, and a looming face appeared in the sky.

That face is indifferent and sacred.

Once Xi appeared, the cold wind above the ten thousand feet seemed to stop.

"Master!"

The old man and the man were shocked, kneeling in the snow.

The master of this face is Pang Wanyang, the master of the Six Prison Demon Sects, who is known as the closest to heaven and man for the first few decades.

六 prison Mozong supreme existence.

"Royal Kings ..."

The sound of Qingyue like Jinyu collided down:

"Lambsnake, go to Dafeng and send a letter ..."

"Yes!"

The sheep snake slowly got up, and then fell from the sky, like a letter of ice and snow condensing, and white jade.

There is no word on it.

The words of the sheep did not fall, the figure of the sheep snake had disappeared into the snow.

I actually jumped directly over the peaks of hundreds of feet and jumped into the sky.

I am like a meteor, falling to the vast earth, without ice.