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That's the spring and autumn

An Qisheng's eyes blinked slightly.

It seemed that the knife was born.

Or, not only that knife, but also the other heavenly soldiers.

The Universiade has its ups and downs, with troughs and climaxes. In the history of ancient and modern times, peerless people have often emerged endlessly at a certain time. After this period of time, their talents have faded.

After a lapse of 700 years, it seems that it is time for the Universiade to flourish again, and the heaven and earth soldiers are born.

With the increasing growth of 'God', he can already sense the luck in the deep.

Unfortunately, even if it was known that Sun En was the master of the queen knife, he could not lock the place of the queen knife.

However, he is not surprised. Divine soldiers are self-defeating. People from ancient to ancient times have been searching for gods and soldiers everywhere.

And even if you are lucky enough to run into the sky and get the magic soldier, it is impossible for the magic soldier to recognize the master.

The soldiers of all ages were chosen by the magic soldiers.

"Tao, grandpa grandpa."

Sun En, peeking through the corner, was startled, and walked out holding the corner of his hand.

These months have passed, although he is still not very cheerful, but he is not the original bitterness and hatred.

"Little Sun En, it's been a long time."

A rare smile leaked from Yundong Liu's face.

"Uncle Yun."

Sun En clenched his fists.

"How good."

Yundong Liu touched his head.

"Grandpa Dao, I want to go to Zhongzhou to worship Master, and in a few months, it will be Master's sacrifice day"

Sun En looked at An Qisheng.

But it was already known that the demon head of the Dragon Sparrow Gate had been killed, and An Qisheng had revenge himself.

‘Is this traction in the underworld? But it ’s a bit of meaning ’

Thoughts flashed, An Qisheng looked at Yun Dongliu and smiled slightly:

"Will the heroes take a trip to Zhongzhou?"

Touching Sun En's face with pity, Yun Dongliu nodded:

"Of course there is no problem."

"Thank you Uncle Yun."

Sun En was grateful.

"By the way, take another little ghost outside the door."

As the two were about to go out, they heard An Qisheng speak.

At the corner, Liu Ming, with a smirk on his face, also came out, scratching the back of the green stubble: "Mr. Dao, Master Yun"

Yundong Liu smiled bitterly.

With two little guys, I'm afraid this trip will take half a year.

"Going out this time, I'm afraid it will take a long time to come back"

Watching the back of several people, An Qisheng's eyes were falling.

Sun En is the owner of the finches knife. Once down the mountain, under the induction of air, maybe the finches knife will be born.

Between thoughts, he slowly closed his eyes, and from the perspective, countless spiritual imprints flickered like stars in the night.

Once upon a time, he was still unable to bear more than a hundred spiritual imprints, so what appeared, but more than thousands, thousands?

From Fengzhou to Qingzhou, Liangzhou, Zhongzhou, all the masters he has seen are among them.

There are only those who have muscles and bones, and those who have not reached the internal organs. They also have blood transfusions. Those who are really qi condensed.

Entering dreams is in itself a practice.

A brand is a person's entire life experience, a gathering of various thoughts.

Regardless of his or her martial arts level, whether it is unique or not, the realization of dreams will help the growth of ‘God’.

Since this month, he has instructed a few little guys to practice martial arts. Most of the time, he has been dreaming and digesting his gains.

Comb your martial arts.

This is an extremely long process, and even he cannot be done overnight.

But he is not in a hurry to seek success, but enjoys this process.

Just as he stood before the veins, he could step through at any time, but still not slow or slow.

Just as the world moves, the sun and the moon change, neither dying nor slowing down, not slowing down, but cannot be changed.

The slower the savings, the more irresistible.

Hum ~

With his heart moving, dozens of imprints were shining.

Countless lights and shadows flowed in his heart like water waves.

Dragon's Palm, Big Sun God, White Lotus Heart Sutra, Heavenly Devil's Seven Killing Swords, Red Dragon Sword, Undefeated Heaven Sutra, White Lotus Heart Sutra, War Demon Sutra

All the peerless martial arts flashed on those many lights and shadows, and the performers are all those who are the masters of martial arts!

Just like, many masters are teaching their own experience!

Even in a single thought, they can realize all their subtle perceptions in the martial arts from the beginning to the peak!

From the ancient times to the present, there are no shortage of geniuses in martial arts.

But compared to An Qisheng's efficiency at this time, it is not the same.

Even if it is how to copy the difficult martial arts, he can repair it in the blink of an eye, even go to Wu Cunjing, and introduce new ones!

However, martial arts has reached his level, and it is no longer possible to improve the secrets of divine powers. He has learned a hundred martial arts, and he is more aware of the essence and combing his martial arts system.

The strength of a truly powerful martial art is not in the change of moves, but in the divine will.

Truly domineering martial arts can even change a person's spirit and will.

Only when one martial art is practiced spiritually, can he communicate the heaven and earth with the true Qi, and influence the heaven and earth, and those who are in the veins have their own Qi pulse as the source and the true Qi as the touch.

And the reason Qi can affect the heavens and the earth is because their own will has been imprinted on their bodies and spirits.

It ’s not qi that affects the world, but ‘God’!

Divine pulse means that the Qi pulse has God, and the Qi Qi has God.

A **** of martial arts must also have 'God'.

Therefore, An Qisheng does not simply practice many martial arts, but uses his spiritual martial arts to confront the gods of countless martial arts in order to polish his martial arts.

At this time, a lot of light and shadow flashed, just like a master martial arts played the most skilled martial arts, and started a collision with him again and again.

Under such collisions, the flaws in his martial arts are not satisfactory enough, he will enlarge infinitely, and then draw the essence of many martial arts to make up for the flaws.

There is no perfect and undefeated martial art in the world, and his martial arts naturally have flaws.

Under such a collision, he naturally gained a lot.

And every time he has gained, he will fall into his dream and choose the day when the kingship was enacted, and he will meet with Pang Wanyang who borrowed from him to prove it.

As the first person in martial arts in this world, Pang Wanyang, although not coming in person, is also the best target for martial arts.

Since January, he has played against Pang Wanyang thousands of times, and each time he has gained something.

Gradually, An Qisheng's understanding of martial arts became more thorough, and his martial arts heritage became deeper and deeper.

Time is like water, years are like shuttles, and the sun and the moon change on the mountain of kingship.

At a glance, half a year passed.

Over the past six months, with the spread of news on the royal road, more and more people have come to worship.

Many tyrants from the rivers and lakes all came with their son-in-law and wanted to send their disciples under the gate of the royal road, and it was better to worship directly under An Qisheng.

As for the name of An Qisheng's blood demon, nobody seems to care.

It is a pity that even if it has been six months since the beginning of the royal road, none of the people who really worshipped the gates.

Many people in the rivers and lakes who brought Zizi Xun were disappointed.

It stands to reason that after the establishment of the school, it will be necessary to collect the disciples, and the actions of Wang Daodao have left many martial arts people confused.

On this day, there are still people coming and going down the mountain of king power, some people go up the mountain, some people go down the mountain, and many people stop in front of the sword stone, and want to understand the secret of the sword stone.

In the past six months, as someone insisted on holding the sword up the mountain and descending the blood, the sword stone contained a powerful martial art, and it was naturally known.

Unfortunately, for the past six months, the predecessor of Jie Jianshi has been visiting thousands of people, but no one can learn martial arts from it.

However, some people always feel that they are special, and what others cannot do, they may not.

For example, at this time, the old and the young stop at the stone monument.

In the eyes of passing people, such people.

The young man looked about eleven or twelve years old, with a handsome and fair face, which made people feel good at first glance, but the old man had a large body and a gray hair puffed out like a burly lion.

Such an old and a young, naturally attracted many people's attention.

"This young, old and young man is so extraordinary, I wonder who is sacred?"

"There are too many masters in the world, and no one knows them? They will come to worship, and they are probably scattered masters."

"Unfortunately, it seems that Kingship did not mean to receive disciples widely. I'm afraid this one will not see the Kingship Master."

Several people in the neighborhood talked about it, some guessed the identity of the old man, and some watched the joke.

Other people's discussions, this young and old, seem to have not heard, just watching the stele into the god.

After a long time, only the old man sighed:

"This martial art is amazing."

"Uncle, do you see anything?"

The teenager heard something curious.

The old man did not answer, but asked:

"Kaiyu, what do you think of the three characters on this stele?"

"The words are beautiful"

The boy named Kaiyu said without thinking:

"Iron paintings with silver hooks are strong and powerful, and they have never seen such fonts with strange strokes. Apart from the other three characters, few people in the world can write them. The king ’s calligraphy must be very good and good. "

The old man laughed: "That's right."

"What about Uncle?"

The teenager asked again.

"I saw a dark red trowel"

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As soon as the teenager was in a hurry, several other people heard this.

He took another look at the stele and wondered how the old man saw the trowel.

"Let's meet the King and Taoist Chief."

The old man ignored the others, and walked past Jie Jianshi, picking up the ranks.

The teenager also followed.

Others were pondering his words and turning their heads to look at them, they were shocked. The young and old had disappeared on the mountain road for such a short time!

Once at the top of the mountain, the old man's heart moved and raised his eyebrows to look.

I saw the dark clouds rising sharply above the sky, just like the ink rippling, and in a moment, it covered the entire King Power Mountain!

"Is this a trick?"