Chapter 1760: My heart is a bit more [first]

Try it, Zhang Hongtian found the barrier in front of him, hard as iron, knowing the strength of this Yan Qing, indeed far more than himself, snorted: "Since Yan Qing Gu Sheng opening, temporarily do not care with you!" /
When finished, the wrists trembled, the long sword hangs again at the waist, and returns to the sky above the famous teacher's hall. It seems that I am not angry because of the incident.
It’s like a rabbit, it’s quiet.
This ancestor of Hong Tian, ​​every move, has profound meaning.
It seems that I know that my strength is not Zhang Hongtian’s opponent, nor is it the opponent of Yan Qing’s ancient saint. The white tail’s thick tail is stunned and back to the sacred herd. More nonsense.
"The main temple of Confucius Temple appeared, but it has not yet entered. Let's fight for you to die and live, it is worth the loss!"
See them stop, Yan Qing Gu Sheng retracted his palm, smiled slightly, and once again looked at the crowd: "Going back to the truth, since everyone has already understood how to open the main hall, then, how to allocate the quota, must be made in advance!
"Yan Qing Gu Sheng said this, surely there is a mind in mind, what is the idea, directly said that if appropriate, everyone will agree!"
Seeing that he said the distribution again, Zhang Hongtian frowned and said.
"Yes, I do have a little thought!" Yan Qing Gu Sheng smiled: "By six divisions, we should all know that even if the main hall is opened, there will be a prohibition left by the Confucius, and there is no passing day. There is no way to enter it!"
The crowd nodded at the same time.
The Temple of Confucius was divided into six halls. They all tried and tested. They did not pass the world, or the corresponding special constitution, and it was impossible to enter them. Especially, once they shot, the counter-attacks suffered even more!
The ancient saint is very strong, but it is still far worse than the Confucius who left the relics.
Not at the same level at all.
So, the other party said it is good, even if the main hall is opened, there is no natural sign, it is impossible to enter.
"The six major halls, corresponding to the six big sons, the main hall, the corresponding mother symbol ... divided into a sub-character, can take ten places to enter, and the main hall, the mother, can lead 15 people to enter!
Yan Qing ancient holy road.
There should be a voice.
These things, after entering the Confucius Temple, are fully known, not a secret.
"Mothers, don't know where they are now. If they are not in the hands of these people, can't they just watch them, can't enter again?"
White sages are cold.
At this point, in the hands of the child, basically know, but the mother has not appeared yet.
As for Zhang Hang, he has been able to enter several halls. Others have always thought that his students with special physiques have succeeded in using blood.
Moreover, everyone thinks that the mother can only enter the main hall, it is not clear, even the temple can enter.
"I dare say this, naturally because I know where the mother is!" Gently smiled, Yan Qing Gu Sheng eyebrows raised, with arrogance on his body: "I don't care, the world is in my hands!"
After speaking your finger, a symbol appears in the air, gently shaking, giving off a strong breath and pressure.
"This is the world's mother?"
"A strong atmosphere!"
"The child is much more powerful..."
"With this, you can enter the main hall?"
The square was awkward, and everyone looked at the air, full of fiery.
With this symbol, it is equivalent to having the entry volume into the main hall of the Confucius Temple. There is only one step difference from the Spring and Autumn Festival.
"This is..."
The people were shocked, but Zhang frowned and frowned, and his face was crying and laughing.
This Qingcheng mother symbol held in the hands of Yan Qing Gu Sheng was the one that Yan Xue, who was snatched away in Baixi Mountain...that is, the fake one!
"So strong ancient saint, actually did not see... is it fake?"
It’s full of doubts.
This guy, but more powerful than the ancestors of Zhang Hongtian, the ancient sacred, Fu Zhen true and false, can not tell, make such a big joke?
"The preaching of the mother is the refining of the Confucius. At the beginning of the seventy-two holy, I have not seen it. At first glance, I almost got it wrong. How can he tell the difference between true and false..." His doubts, Luo Ruoqi passed over.
At present, I know that this thing is fake, only myself, Luo Ruojun and Yi Chen.
Yan Xue and others, I don’t know, I thought I’ve got it.
When I first saw this thing being robbed, Luo Ruoyi did not recognize it. It was full of urgency, or Zhang Hang. It was speculated that the stone boy had problems, only to realize that it was the real mother.
"Yes!" Zhang Hangou’s mouth raised: "It’s fun, I don’t know if it’s fake. I’m still talking about the distribution conditions. I’m going to have a look, what can I assign...

If it is true, all kinds of distributions will be over, and now take the fake, here I am trying to see, after a while, how to end...
And, to his curiosity, this guy clearly got the handed down, why should he allocate the quota to others.
Not asking for trouble?
"The mother-in-law is the key to entering the main hall. We have hundreds of families, first take one-third of the quota, I believe no one will refuse it!"
The poems will be put away, and Yan Qing Gu Sheng will be seen to everyone.
"I have no comments!"
I want the old ghost to nod first.
"We have no comments!"
Others have hesitated and agreed.
There is no mother character, even if the hall is open, you can only watch it. The other party only takes one-third of the quota, which is five, which is very fair.
Seeing everyone agree, Yan Qing sighed and continued: "I took five, there are still ten, four forces, in order to prevent contradictions, get one everywhere, fair and just!"
"I have no opinion!" Bai Zun said.
It doesn't have anything, get a quota, it's one.
A lot of strong men in the famous teacher, looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.
Get one more first.
"You take five, and now one party is divided into one, and there are still six places left. How to distribute?"
"It's very simple!" Seems to know that he will ask this question. Yan Qing Gu Sheng smiled: "If you want to enter the main hall, you must first open it. To open it, you must use the core of the six worlds. Six cores, each one, corresponds to a quota! Whose hands are in the hands of the people, so that they are assigned, so that no one can say anything!"
"This..."
"It's really fair!"
"If you want to enter, you must open it, and the credit for opening it is not small. If you have a heart, you are indeed qualified and get a place..."
Many ancient saints nod again.
There is no right to speak about these things.
"One heart, take a place?" Zhang hangs a slap, scratching his head: "Looks like... I have a lot of heart..."