Zhutian Avenue

After two hundred years of ups and downs, the wind was blown away by the rain and the wind, and the waves were scouring the sand. In the end, it is inevitable to be alone.

Sun En shook the wine glass, and in the deep eyes, all his magnificent first half of his life passed by.

When I was young, in the Dragon Bird Gate, under the protection of Master Cao Zhan...

The horror of Feng Qingxuan, the six-prison saint who killed the Sect Tuzong, burned Wanlong Peak...

Falling down the cliff, breaking the nails on the mountain wall, smoothing the pain of the knuckles, the desperate struggle under the cliffs and cliffs, the smoke and fire...

There are the old white-haired Taoists who descend from the sky and bring hope and rebirth, and there are the demon men of the Six Hell Demon Sect who rampage across the world...

There is sadness, happiness, joy, sorrow, indignation, heroism...

In the first half of his life, he paid his teacher's favor, took revenge, eliminated evil in the world, and founded many deeds of sect.

They all gradually fell to the bottom in his shaking wine glass, and then, mixed in the wine, drank it all:

"Away, do I need to walk alone?"

......

Huhu~

The wind is blowing, and the yellow sand is full.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, electric snakes flickered, but no raindrops landed.

Outside the ever-changing Hanlong Inn, many martial arts people waited quietly, and a few folks in the Hanlong Inn looked at it from time to time.

Although I have experienced a lot, I am still a little nervous and flustered when I see these martial arts people who are not easy to provoke at a glance.

"Puff~"

In front of the entrance of the inn, a plump young woman knocked melon seeds one after another, lazily glanced at the martial arts people outside the door.

Then he glanced contemptuously at several of his fellows: "Quietly you guys who are not promising, the master hasn't arrived, what are you afraid of?"

"Boss..."

A few guys smiled bitterly. Of course, they can also martial arts. Few people who can't use martial arts today, but who are these people outside the inn?

Either the hero who is rampant, or the hero who sits on the side, is also a young warrior who comes from a sect.

Where can they be at peace?

"What is this little battle? I think it was my grandma's grandmother's meeting that the ancestor of the royal power was holding a banquet here, and it was calm!"

The young lady proprietress spit out the melon seeds, her eyes were bright: "Also, chatting and laughing with great heroes such as King Power Patriarch, Mozun, Killing Arhat, Runner King..."

"Madame, keep your voice down..."

Feeling the gaze coming over, all the guys suddenly felt a numb scalp.

They have heard these words hundreds of times.

"What are you afraid of?"

The young lady boss patted the armrest and wanted to say something hard, but she was a little guilty when she saw the gaze of hundreds of people.

How did Grandma Grandma talk and laugh in front of the King Power Patriarchs back then?

"Brother Sun, are you going to play the royal power back then?"

A chuckle came from the sky, and a figure was like a ghost, stepping out of the yellow sand in the sky, suddenly it was hundreds of meters, and the air wave was surging.

He has come before Hanlong Inn.

He is dressed in purple and has a tall stature. Although he is not young, his appearance is still extraordinary.

With a light sigh, with the vicissitudes of life, he looked to the third floor, wearing a gray gown, with white sideburns, unlike the sharp-edged Sun En before:

"But it's so bold!"

"The former Yanyang Seven Killer Ruler, Wuling City! He is here too?"

Some martial artists saw who the person was and exclaimed.

Two hundred years are enough to make most people forget many things, but there are also many people who have left traces in the world that are still remembered.

For example, the former Eight Soldiers.

However, Wang Quandao was too dazzling, the Supreme Master Wang Quandao was too dazzling, covering up other people.

After the Eight Heavens and Gods soldiers were merged into a furnace by the royal power Taoists, the name of the soldier master has completely become the past.

In its place, there is a renewed royal Taoist and the seven kings.

But as the last generation of soldiers, Wuling City is not as famous as Sun En, but there are still many people remember it.

"Five Spirit City, I heard that you were defeated by Mu Qingliu, I thought you wouldn't come this time."

Seeing the deceased, Sun En's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was calm:

"Come, just come in."

"Brother Sun is not sharp, but his courage is even stronger."

Wulingcheng's expression remained unchanged, she exclaimed, and stepped into the building. The lady boss followed up with her mates to greet her in a hurry.

The arrival of Wuling City seems to have broken a certain balance.

A group of tyrannical figures walked out of the yellow sand. There were heads with hair-wrapped hairs, Taoists in plain robes, generals in armor, monks in robes, handsome nuns, and heroes who came across with swords and swords.

"Master Su Yue, is she here too? I heard that she has stopped asking questions about the world."

"Contemporary Great Dragon Gate Master, Yan Qing, he is here too!"

"Huangjue Temple, Master Kuchan..."

Invisibly, outside the Hanlong Inn, the hearts of many people from all walks of life who have not come from far away have depression.

Wangquan has lived for more than two hundred years, and the world has changed a lot.

It travels the world with spiritual rice, spreads the law of royal power, and establishes order at the same time, it also truly changed the way of the world warrior.

The real strong come out in large numbers.

In the past two hundred years, the situation has changed, and the big waves have been scouring the sands. Those who can come here are all outstanding.

And those who are eligible to enter Hanlong Inn are the worst masters who have cultivated Yin and Yang Promise, who can set foot in the Nine Heavens and Humans in just one step!

There is even a super master who has stepped into the Nine Layers of Heaven and Human!

"Old, old..."

With a light sigh, a gray-haired old man walked out of the crowd with a light cough and walked towards Hanlong Inn.

"Senior, there are sword intents in that inn. Don't enter!" Someone yelled when he saw that he was about to break through the door.

People in the rivers and lakes do not like to obey the rules, so that they can stay quietly and dare not cross the thunder pond. Naturally, it is the dragon bird sword intent all over the inn and out.

Although there is no killing intent, but the yin and yang have never been unified, they can't take one step at all.

However, the old man turned a deaf ear and walked towards the Hanlong Inn.

"Wait, the old man..."

Some people were startled, thinking hard, and finally remembered the identity of the old man: "He, he seems to be Fan Zimin!"

"Ok?"

Hearing these words, the white-haired old man paused at his feet, and looked back and glanced at the person who was opening, not without approval:

"The young man has good eyesight."

"Uh."

The person was taken aback for a moment, and he felt a little guilty in his heart.

Fan Zimin ignored the others, walked into Hanlong Inn, and stepped onto the third floor.

Hanlong Inn has been renovated several times in the past two hundred years, but the style is the same as it was two hundred years ago, without much change.

Fan Zimin has been following the ancestor for many years. I don't know how many times this Hanlong Inn has been here, so he is naturally familiar.

The third floor is not big, there are more than a dozen people at this time, but it is already a bit crowded.

"Are you, Senior Fan?"

Fan Zimin walked into the third floor and was immediately recognized. Many people immediately got up and bowed their hands.

Many people at the scene recognized Fan Zimin.

Although Fan Zimin doesn't show up in front of people very much, his works are widely circulated in the world. Any city, any restaurant, teahouse, there is his personal storyteller.

In a sense, he is also a patriarch.

"There are talented people from generation to generation, and they have led the way for hundreds of years. Only then did I understand the true meaning of what the patriarch said."

Seeing the dozens of people present, Fan Zimin was deeply moved.

Although the former Eight Great Soldiers had no devas, but those years with the blessings of devas were enough to make them reborn.

But until now, the only ones who are still active in the arena are Wulingcheng, Sun En, and Mu Qingliu.

Young masters are emerging in endlessly, and everything seems to be changing except Wang Quandao.

No one could have imagined that a grain of spiritual rice planted by the ancestor back then caused such an earth-shaking change in the martial arts.

"Senior Brother Fan, don't come unharmed."

Sun En, who had never gotten up before everyone came, got up at this moment and brought wine to Fan Zimin's body:

"It's been a long time. I went to Wangquan Mountain to meet with the brothers the day before, and I never saw the brothers. Today is indeed just right."

Fan Zimin used his teacher to serve the king's power, while Sun En considered himself half a man of the king's power, but both of them were always worthy of being a brother.

"The changes in Junior Brother over the years are much greater."

Fan Zimin took the wine and drank it with Sun En.

Two hundred years of changing circumstances, the dead will eventually be eliminated. Sun En has the power to step into the heavens against the current, and he understands the hardships in his heart.

"Brother, UU reading www.uukanshu.com sometimes leaves a way behind, but it may not be a good thing. If you retreat, you will not make progress. You should know this."

Sun En stared at Fan Zimin with profound meaning in his words.

He naturally knew what An Qisheng left behind, but that, of course, could make people live forever, but it was not what he wanted.

He even thought that it was the worst thing left by Grandpa An.

"Everyone has aspirations."

Fan Zimin shook his head and said no more.

"Ugh!"

Sun En sighed in his heart, but didn't say much, just took a step forward, raised his hand, squeezed his breath into a glass, and attracted the wine.

With a wave of his hand, dozens of drinks flew to everyone present:

"You guys are here today, Sun is so glorious, please drink this cup."

Everyone picked up their wine.

"Daxia Sun is polite, how can I not wait for such a grand event?"

A Taoist smiled and drank it.

The same goes for others.

The royal power has been passed on for two hundred years, and the unique learning may be in the royal power, but its essence has been spread all over the world. Everyone present is practicing both inside and outside, and also cultivates Yin and Yang.

He is not afraid of being poisonous at all, and Sun En, as a man, behaves upright and honest throughout his life.

No poison at all.

"it is good!"

Everyone drank it.

He heard Sun En’s voice again, his tone clanging like a sword clank: “It’s a pity that some people dare not come, for fear of being a ghost under the sword by Sun.

Stepping stones,

unfortunately,

What a pity, what a pity..."

It is a pity that three in a row echoed.

The wine entered the abdomen and the cup fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Sun En has already stepped into the air, his body turned into a streamer, like burning, like a rainbow, disappearing into the sky:

"It's a long way to go to Tianmen. Everyone is destined. See you next year. Sun will definitely drink with you all!"