Chapter 165: On the stage of the ancient spring stage

After Linqingguan cleared the siege, but half a day later, Zhang Yan received the news that more than a hundred people who had committed crimes had been wiped out, and none had escaped. It was the greatest loss in more than one hundred years since the sword was fighting. .
What surprised him was that the letter mentioned that the three also accidentally found a place where the cloudy yin qi gathered, so they went to check to see if they could be broken up.
He nodded slightly, and would do the same if he were there.
For thousands of years, the number of demons that were destroyed by the mysterious gate is unknown, but among the demons, in addition to the six majors, there are still many small gates in the world, many of which are not unparalleled, and only one is missing. Blessed in spirit.
若 If this crypt is not managed, it will still attract countless demons.
However, because of different terrains, crypt caves also have differences. If that place is an ordinary place with dark air, it is better to deal with it. If the hidden depths are deep enough to reach the deep caves of the vast depths, it is not a yuan. Baby monks are ready to cope.
He put the letter aside, and his eyes suddenly became a little darker. Now he directly used the monk Yuanying to fight, especially the triple realm monks such as Peng Yuzhou and waited for a battle against the six major demons. Post it down and see how it picks up.
However, there is one thing that needs to be taken care of first. Since the other generation is watching Lin Yu in Linqing, if there is any action, it is very likely that they will try to find their faces there, and they will not have to be recruited immediately after being sent away. There was a while ago.
After the Zhaoyou Tianchi Altar was erected, Xu Jing could be ordered to go to this view, and redeploy the arrangement of the mountain gate that was mostly damaged.
Blood soul sect, ancient Chuntai.
Below the thousands of crypts, there is a spacious stone platform cut out from the mountain. Here, there are bright pearls, dazzling lights, warm winds, and flowers, and there are thousands of green roots on both sides. Hundreds of fresh birds and birds each pecked their feathers and cried.
Three miles past Taizuo is a sloping field, and further away, it is a smoky lake and a misty lake. Under the light of Zhumangbao, the light and shadow are blurred and colorful. There are hundreds of boats on the Panbo Lake. They are all female disciples in the door. Suyi is covered in light gauze, and she wears a raincoat. She looks slender and charming.
There are disciples in the blood family, as well as disciples with affiliated ancestors. There are only a few on the stage, and there are thousands of them. At this time, there is a lot of discussion and it seems like a noisy matter.
One of the disciples with high crowns and wide sleeves held a letter and said resentfully: "This defeat is especially the worst loss of my blood-sect disciple, and there is another old man in the pool who is in this battle. It's abominable. "
One person sitting on the side had a pale cloud, and said, "What about that? Zhang Yan was the first to fight with swords more than a hundred years ago, and the high-ranking wizards such as Bo Shi were killed by him. Eliminating the weak and the strong, this person has this ability and is qualified to do such things. Brother Wu, if you disagree and wait for the success of the Dao, you can go and find the final victory. "
The Wu Dao people were dismissed by this and suddenly stepped down, but they had nothing to say.
Although many monk monks consciously hijacked together, Xuanmen must be crushed by chalk, but in fact thousands of pressures are on the top, and there is a fear in the heart, but it is not just a few hundred Years can pass away.
Most of the people present are disciples of Mingqi Xuanguang who are the highest, but they are the highest monks. They said that Zhang Yan, who is the first of the ten disciples of the Cang Cang School, said that they were not successful, and even his teacher might not have this. ability.
Wu Wuren looked in one direction at the moment, saying, "Han Ji, I heard that you were a Han disciple who was one of the five major clan members, but I don't know how to judge Zhang Yan?"
The disciples looked together, and it seemed that even the female disciples in the lake and the sea saw a young monk sitting among the people, wearing a pinch, wearing a deep right coat, wide sleeves, a large waistband, and a cross-legged sitting Above the futon, his expression was leisurely, his eyebrows were blue, but his figure was a little thin, which was very impressive.
He stood up facing everyone's eyes and arched his hand and said, "Although the younger brother and Zhang Zhenren have met each other in the past, they did not have a deep friendship, and they are all unfamiliar with their character. It is impossible to comment. If they have to say, there is only one. Speak.
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Wudao Humane: "Speak and listen."
Everyone is also curious.
Han Ji looked around and said in a deep voice: "My younger brother now has 286 years, and he has achieved the double quality of Huadan, and Zhang Zhenren is not as old as me. , And now is the three major monks of Yuan Ying. "
After I finished speaking, he looked around and sat down.
The audience became silent. Although the people present had heard about it, they were usually subconsciously ignored. At this moment, when Han Ji said, everyone was shocked.
Dan Chengyipin, a hundred-year-old baby, was repaired to the three-dimensional Yuanyuan in less than three hundred years. These characters can no longer be measured by words, just as the moon and the moon are empty, and beyond reach, some disciples mumbled: "Is there anyone in my generation who can beat this person?"
There are a few disciples who clenched their fists tightly, and some even felt that their chests were crushed, and some could not breathe.
Wu Daoren looked wrong, and suddenly laughed. After attracting everyone's attention, he pointed to several people and said, "Look at you waiting for this desolate look, for my disciple, now The luck is in me. The rise of my spirit gate is a general trend. No one can stop it. How can this one be strong? "
Hearing this, many of the disciples finally recovered.
Wu Daoren took the opportunity to say: "My monk of the Blood Sect cannot die in vain. Although it is not yet possible to destroy the Xuanmen giants such as Han Cang, but Xiaolin's clear view is not yet in his eyes. Chailao, kill Qingniu Mountain, level it completely, and take comfort as the spirit of the same door! "
There was a lot of echoes at the bottom, but Han Ji stood up again and said loudly, "No!"
师 Brother Wu has a displeased face, and snorted, "Why not? Brother Han, do you still want to make it to Han Cang?"
All of a sudden, many bad eyes stared at Han Ji, and it seemed that he was going to peel off a layer of skin, but when he saw it, he was about to speak, but someone suddenly exclaimed, "The real person is coming Now. "
弟 All the disciples in the presence looked at each other and immediately sat in a tight position, afraid to speak again.
济 Han Ji also hurriedly received the sound and leaned down on his knees.
After a few breaths, a bright rainbow of Changhui shed like a waterfall, with a crisp sound, constantly pours on the jade platform, and drops of broken jade hit numerous mysteries, scattered and scattered, crystal beads falling, and half rested.
After a moment's glare, they saw a young Taoist standing on a lone stalagmite. His skin is white and greasy, like a beautiful jade, without any flaws, his eyes are as clear as a child, his lips are slightly smiley, and his eyes are very good-looking. However, everyone is very cautious. Real person. "Then he bowed down and bowed down.
This man is Wen Qingxiang, the master of the blood sect, and one of the four innocent people in the door. He smiled and said, "I just heard you say that Zhang Yan, this man is Da Cang. It ’s just a pity that I ca n’t find any such figures in my blood.

The words of his words were regretful, and the meaning was utterly insipid. The disciples listened to them, and they immediately refused to accept them, but the other party was a real person, and no one dared to refute.
Wen Qingxiang looked at Han Ji and smiled, "Because of my reason, you haven't finished your words. Let's go on. I also want to hear your truth."
Han Ji said with a loud voice, he straightened up, calmly said: "In the Cang Cang faction, the people who can board the top ten seats are mostly preached by Dongtian people. Only Zhang Yan is a stranger. He is not at all in the door. Deep, it is bound to fight around to consolidate our own status. If we go back for revenge, that is what the person meant. "
Someone said, "Did you just ignore it?"
Han Ji shook his head and said, "No, my monk ’s monk, is there a moment of success or failure? Why bother with the current gains and losses, after the cultivation is successful, it is not too late to find it back, then Zhang Yan is the person, watching the past He is not a person who doesn't care about the consequences. Since he dares to do so, he should be judged afterwards. If I jumped out in a hurry, wouldn't he be right in the arms? "
Wen Qingxiang praised and said, "That's a good thing."
In fact, this matter is not so complicated. Xuanmen dispatched the monk Yuanying triple monk. If you want to compete with it, then at least you must also practice at the same level. However, anyone who has reached such a level is expected to be a person who can achieve the sky. However, this cannot be easily broken.
Zhang Yan did not cover up his purpose, but at a glance, Wen Qingxiang could see that this is the advantage of Xuanmen, which is still powerful today. He pushed it with dignity, depending on whether his side dare to go now Pick up.
They have been suppressed for thousands of years, and their heritage is not as profound as that of Monk Xuanmen. For this trivial matter that does not involve fundamental interests, it is clear that it is impossible to send a triple monk to fight. This is obviously impossible, and no one of the six denominations will be like this. do.
But this retreat ~ EbookFREE.me ~ has brought a bad result, and now when walking outside the magic repair will be afraid of this, and will most likely become convergent, at least in a short time will not be the same as before That's so scrupulous.
This is Yang Mou. Regardless of whether or not this round is taken, Mozong is a loser.
However, it is true that Mozong is not as good as Xuanmen at the moment, but these words cannot be said to the affiliated monks and those younger disciples. Otherwise, it will be difficult for them to accumulate their hearts for more than a century. .
However, Han Ji's speech is a very good interpretation, which is very good to him. The reason is sound. The key is that he is still a disciple of Han Cang Han. It is more convincing and can be used to soothe the following. "Han Ji, come to my Dongfu tomorrow afternoon. "
同 Each of you in this room is envious of envy, but more of it is mixed with jealous eyes.
High above Shitai Baizhang, there is a volley cave house, and another Wen Qing elephant is sitting here, and the person sitting opposite him is exactly the same as him, and the two seem to be looking at each other in the mirror at the moment. Play.
The former laughed and said, "You must say that you must attract jealousy to that Han Ji. Out of this ancient Chuntai, you may not be able to save your life."
He said oppositely, but he said indifferently: "It is just like that, and depending on how he handles it, if he can really enter Dongfu at noon tomorrow, why not give him a chance."
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