Zhutian Avenue

Luan Qisheng stood quietly, and there was a hint of joy in the clear star-like eyes.

He beat this bell eighty-one times, more than the harvest he had fought hundreds of times.

Under the tremendous oppression, at this moment, the qi and vein network in his body has a deeper connection with the bones and bones, and the method of horizontal training has initially achieved.

There was no sound on the Wu Yan field.

A group of monks looked at An Qisheng, who was shining with divine light on the clock tower, and fell into a dead silence.

Suddenly, the old monks such as Sankong and Sanyin watched the emperor clock, which was almost embedded in the Qinggangyan Square, and twitched.

At this moment, on the nearly impenetrable wall of Huang Juezhong, a few inches of palmprints were left.

I actually left a trace on the imperial clock ...

Although compared with the giant bell, the small palm print can't be seen without careful look, but it caught some people's eyes at once.

"Palm print ..."

Sankong's long white eyebrows provoked, and his body was sullen.

Xi Huangjue Bell is not a simple bronze bell, but a sacred soldier condensing the millennium martial arts of Huangjue Temple, which is almost invincible, and even the Taibai sword of Muqingfeng in Wanjian Shanzhuang may not leave marks on it.

At this time, such a deep palm print was actually left.

Fortunately, he was amazing in culture, took a deep breath, stood up, and recited the Buddha's chant:

"The Taoist leader is physically incomparable, and the old admirer is extremely admired. We lost this gamble! If the Taoist leader wants to cast magic soldiers, my Huangjue Temple must help."

If you lose, you have to admit it.

Sankong exited to admit defeat. The monks and monks all around nodded calmly. There was nothing to lose, how could they not admit it?

Wu Fuxin wriggled around the corner of her mouth and sighed if she wanted to say something.

Although a little reconciled.

But the fact is that he has not completely shot yet, and he has completely lost.

He was struggling to die, afraid that it would not even be possible to knock 18 times, let alone 81 times?

All the ancestors who have been promoted in the Qianlong Elephant Law Temple for seven hundred years have been resurrected. I am afraid that it is possible to beat this old Taoist prince in number of times ....

"Huangjue Temple is indeed the head of the right path, and the master's style is admirable."

Wu Anqi's angry blood calmed down, but she didn't see how to move.

He looked at Huang Juezhong, who was almost completely immersed in the stone, and was a little surprised.

口 This mouthful of Huangjue Bell is indeed the highest treasure. He gave it all out, and it was only eighty-one times before he left these three-inch palm prints, showing how sturdy the bell is.

"Abbot!"

At this moment, a few figures in the distance fell up and down from the air, and handed a red-red golden bow to Sankong:

"Abbot, someone sent a worship post down the mountain."

"咦? This post ........."

Twenty-three moved in the hollow, pinched the worship post, and asked the disciple, "Where is the coming person?"

The disciple looked weird:

"After those people left their worship posts, they turned away and left ..."

The disciple had a weird heart.

He clearly saw a group of people approaching Huangjue Temple, but somehow he suddenly turned back and left in a hurry.

"gone......."

Sankong thoughtfully opened the post.

I saw a line of ink on the big red page: it was not bad, but it was also good. It was convenient and not necessarily convenient.

Fall: Ji Chonghua.

This line of words is permeated with paper, which contains a deep divine meaning,

Sankong glanced, but his face sank:

"Ji Zhonghua ..."

Wu Ji Chonghua, Dafeng Master.

According to legend, his young family was poor. Fortunately, he met a stranger to teach martial arts, and he joined the army 12 years later. He fought horses into Hanhai repeatedly in the past few years.

Therefore, in the year of weak achievements, he has been named Hou and admiral, but later abandoned Wu Congwen, studied hard for three years in high school, and then went all the way up to achieve the position of Taifeng Taishi over 10,000 people.

He has been a master of the throne for decades, and the real power is in his hands.

His talents are full of talents, and his city is deep. Even his ancestors said that this person was a dangerous person.

Although he rarely shot, there are rumors that he is higher than the martial arts of Han Ta Gong, and he is the true master of the Dafeng court.

The meaning of this line ...

Twenty-three hollow thoughtful, could not help looking at the clock tower.

Boom!

Almost at the same time, there was a loud noise under the bell.

Under the great force shock, the large performance martial arts stadium seemed to shake it.

Sankong looked up at the same time as he saw it.

The white-robed Taoist stepped on his foot, and hit a front bump with great strength.

He slammed heavily on the bronze bell.

I heard only a thunderous roar, and the bronze bell that was buried under the slate was bumped out of the pit by that person!

A few eyelids of the monk, including Fuxin, all jumped.

Moving this bell is much more difficult than ringing it.

到底 How strong is this old Taoist priest?

"Master Abbot, I have to bother you to re-hook this bell."

Wu Anqisheng patted the dust that does not exist on her body.

口 This bell weighs tens of thousands of pounds. With his current physique and the method of horizontal integration that he initially integrated, it also needs to cooperate with many clever efforts to barely move it.

He wanted to see how the monks hung up the bell.

At least, with his current physique, moving the bell is barely possible, and he can't do it if he wants to hang it.

念 He flashed his thoughts and looked at the red greeting in Sankong's hand:

"But there are guests coming again?"

Purr ~

Sankong flicked his wrist, closed the worship post, folded his hands together, and said positively:

"I don't know when Chang plans to cast soldiers, old 衲 is ready to prepare in advance."

No matter what Ji Zhonghua wants to do, what he promised is beyond remorse.

Xi Ji Chonghua is not easy to mess with, but this one is not a bully.

This is already the case with Shen Weicheng's veins. The veins have been achieved. I'm afraid that a leap is the top ten master of weapons.

It is not necessarily better to offend such a lone master than to offend that Dafeng Master.

"Sooner rather than later."

Luan Qisheng smiled slightly, his face was soft, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

With his eyesight, he could see the writing on the worship post.

I naturally knew the meaning of that Dafeng master.

He is just that the master Dafeng's hidden work is indeed true. With his current spirit, Wang Qi cannot be detected.

如此 "In this case, you also asked the Taoist Chief to rest in the temple for a few days, and Rong Laoyu prepared one or two."

Sankong smiled.

如此 "So, naturally it can't be better."

Lu Anqisheng smiled and looked at Fuxin.

俊 This handsome and beautiful woman-like monk smiled bitterly in return.

........

Dozens of miles outside the Huanghuangjue Temple, a number of full-bodied and healthy 蛟 horse-drawn carriages were slowly driven on the official road.

The horse-drawn carriage has a lot of space, and it smells of incense.

The Confucianist with a blue shirt leaned on a seat spread on a good mink blanket and looked at an ancient book.

Standing next to him, the two-faced, well-built cardamom girl carefully peeled fruit for him.

"Master, aren't you going to Huangjue Temple? How come back so early?"

Looking at Tsing Yi, the delicate and picturesque woman asked softly.

She was holding a cup of hot tea and let the carriage be bumpy, but the tea did not even show a ripple.

I also have high martial arts.

"Take me to worship, San Kong should know what I mean. It doesn't make much difference whether to go or not."

Qing shirt Confucian gently sighed:

"I don't want me to be away from Dafeng for only two years, so there is such a mess. Yang Lin is still too underestimated, and at this juncture, it will cause damage to soldiers!"

The Tsing Yi woman seemed a little puzzled, but she didn't ask.

I followed this day, and she knew that there were some things that could be asked, and some things that could not be asked.

"Tsing Yi is becoming more cautious, but there is no need to be so careful."

Qing shirt Confucian smiled:

"It's no secret. An old priest got an adventure. The waste of Jin Yiwei and the six doors was turned into a climate without any notice. It hurt a lot of people and added an enemy, but it was helpless."

"Hoo ~"

The woman in Tsing Yi blew tea and handed it forward:

"Did Grandpa say that Jin Yiwei rearranged the weapon list and ranked No. 1 on the top of the list?"

"First on the list?"

The gentleman in the blue shirt took a sip of tea, put down the book, and shook his head slightly:

"Where is the first place on the list? Already ascended to heaven, that man is now ranked 17th in the weapon spectrum!"

"Seventeen?"

Qi Qingyi's eyes widened and she was a little surprised.

The arranging of weaponry is based on Jin Yiwei's supervision of the world for decades. Although it has hidden some people, it is also very fair.

The seventeenth weapon spectrum is already the real top in the world!

With a population of tens of billions, it ranks seventeen, how powerful it is.

Especially, the rise was only one year.

This is simply myth.

"It's just so easy to reach the sky ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ An old Taoist priest is fun."

Confucianist Qing Tsing said something interesting, but without half a smile on his face:

"Yang Lin really **** it, **** it!"

The woman in Tsing Yi silently left this sentence behind, afraid to talk.

She is also a court giant, and Yang Lin's gossip is not something she can interject.

"Master Taishi."

At this time, a respectful voice came from outside the carriage:

"Your order has been conveyed by Jin Yuying from Jin Yuying, and you will be able to serve whatever you need."

"Ji Liu."

Xi Ji Zhonghua said lightly.

Outside the carriage, a middle-aged man bowed slightly and followed the carriage: "Subordinates are here."

"Wait here with Ji Ba, wait for that person to get out of Huangjue Temple, and you will send things up."

Ling Ji Zhonghua's eyes glowed with a ripple:

"Put away your meaningless 桀骜, be humble and respectful, you know?"

"Subordinates understand."

Xun Ji's face grew tighter, her attitude more respectful.

"Go."

Wu Ji Chonghua stopped talking.

Then a few maids handed over the tea and fruits.

"Master, are you buying that An Qisheng?"

The woman in Tsing Yi heard the meaning of the two and asked curiously.

"Fish Leaping Dragon Gate is no longer a fish. Buying it is naturally what it should be."

Xi Ji Chonghua leaned back on the chair lazily, and tapped the back of the chair gently, saying leisurely:

"He wants a magical soldier, why should he ask for Huangjue Temple? This seat can give him better!"