Chapter 539, quarrel, cliff, predecessor

Time passes by one minute.
Li Lan’s body left the atrium and suddenly shot a golden jade beam of light, which flashed away.
A light group with the color of gold and jade is shining from his body, and gradually disappears, but the force slowly released from his body is tens of times. The illusory pattern of the nine-day battle of the immortal king became more and more realistic, releasing the prestige, and setting off Li Lan as the king of the gods, there is a strange magic, irresistible.
Slowly opening his eyes, Li Lan converges on the golden jade.
The mysterious spirit of his cultivation is actually a kind of variability. It is from the alienation of Jinmu Xuanqi, and it also has peculiar power. Each kind of variability is more sharp than ordinary invisible Xuanqi, such as Ding Hao’s prison. Ice scent, in fact, is the water property of the five elements.
Feeling the new strength in the body, especially the speed of mysterious operation, reached a new level, Li Lan slightly surprised.
"This should not be the strength of the two great masters, far more than many, why is this?"
Li Lan frowned.
The road of martial arts, every step must be carried out in a down-to-earth manner. The inexplicable increase in strength is not necessarily a good thing. It is very likely that there will be hidden dangers. However, this thinking has no special results. The only doubt is that Ding Hao’s mysterious spirit has just entered his body...
"Is it because of this reason? A Hao's mysteriousness, can resonate and stimulate with my mysteriousness, to achieve some effect similar to double repair?"
Li Lan’s face changed.
He turned his head and looked.
Not far from the side, Ding Hao quietly sat in the small inscriptions, and rushed to the flames, his hands constantly pinching out the fingerprints.
Fingers phantomly open and close, leaving behind the afterimages, such as the blossoming lotus flower blooms, extremely glamorous, that group of golden flames, contains a very terrifying power, enough to instantly make a strong king of Wuwang realm Turned into ashes, at this time, like a well-behaved elf, relatives around Ding Hao, under the command of his fingers, wrapped a dozen flavors of medicine.
Ding Hao's movements are extremely beautiful.
Under the golden eyes, the delicate face is more and more dazzling and handsome.
"God is really too fond of A Hao, any good things, as if they are concentrated on him."
Li Lan sighed softly.
"Why would it be you?"
He looked at Ding Hao's face quietly. The expression on his face was extremely complicated. He gnashed his teeth for a while, and his brows were wrinkled for a while, and a smile appeared a little later.
The atmosphere in the big account is a bit strange.
time flies.
Ding Hao’s forehead pulled out a drop of sweat.
The flames of the ten fingers are gradually weakened, and a scent of medicine is diffused. It is only a slight breath. It makes people feel refreshed, and the green flames are moving away, as if they are one by one. The subtle tentacles are generally wrapped in Ding Hao.
"Walk the world, Jiuyang is alive... Dan Cheng!"
Ding Hao suddenly opened his eyes, bursting into the light of his eyes, pulling his hands, stretching his long sleeves, and swiftly sweeping through the void, it is [Shu Yun Fu Juanjuan]'s method of collecting Dan, a dozen green light clusters like streamer Generally, it was released for a moment, and it was taken by Ding Hao, and it was fished in the left hand.
The right hand licks a touch, dozens of Chinese characters fall, and the twelve green remedies are all sealed.
The medicinal herbs, especially the high-ranking medicinal herbs, are the crystallization of the refining of countless gods. The alchemy itself is a process of creation. The true Dan is refining the gods, which is the soul conscious. The elf, from the moment of Cheng Dan, will escape spontaneously. If it is not sealed, it will soon escape.
Ding Hao spread his hand.
Twelve longan eyes, crystal clear, like a jade-like round medicine, converge on Guanghua, quietly lying in Ding Hao's palm, exudes a divine nature.
"This is... the seventh-order remedy? You have become a Dan?" Li Lan exclaimed.
Being able to refine the sixth-order medicinal herbs has already left the ranks of ordinary medicinal pharmacists and can become a sacred teacher.
Looking at the whole Xuezhou, only Xuezhou Danwang Chen Nanchao can be regarded as a half Shendan division, but it has already made countless Zongmen guests in Xuezhou graciously treat, and dare not have the slightest scorn. I don’t think Ding Hao actually surpassed it now. Chen Nanchao, the name of Dan Wang...
Li Lan is somewhat rude.
Although Ding Hao will have long been known for alchemy, Li Lan never imagined that Ding Hao’s accomplishments in medicinal herbs have reached such a level.
Ding Hao smiled, he was in a good mood and was about to show off a few words.
at this time--
"Ding brothers, have already negotiated with the old demon, can open the next section of the ancient road..." There was a lack of voice outside.
Li Lan frowned and put on her coat for the first time.
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The night is like blood.
The air is still filled with a touch of taste.
Asked above the gate of Jianzongshan, the lights are bright, just like the white.
This is the first time that there has been no fighting night for so long. Many of them asked Jian Zong disciples to take time to heal their wounds, run their mysterious spirits and restore their strength.
Located in the third step area [dividing rock] next to the Zongmen high-level temporary command big account, there are at least fifty or sixty high-ranking strongmen who ask Jian Jian.
Everyone’s eyes are fixed on the big account.
There are only three people in the big account.
Decided to ask the three people of the fate of Jianzong.
What worries everyone is that there is also a whistling noise in the faintness. Among them, the first Tang Buddha tears of the sentence are the loudest, seemingly extremely angry, and arguing loudly, and occasionally the head Li Jianyi will refute a few Sentences, and abandoned the green shirt did not speak from beginning to end.
It is a pity that the big account itself has the blessing of the inscriptions, which isolates most of the power and sound. The outsiders can only be discerned. The three are quarreling.
But they don't know what the three giants are fighting for.
About an hour later, the first Tang Buddha of the Court of Punishment came out of tears with tears, and snorted, not watching everyone, vacated, disappeared in the distance and asked the direction of the torture hall.
After a while, Li Jianyi, the head of the company, slowly came out of the big account.
The eyes of everyone are concentrated on him.
Everyone is very worried.
At this moment of wind and rain, the Big Three can't be split.
Otherwise, asking the situation of Jianzong can be even worse.
Feeling the eyes of all people concerned, Li Jian seemed to be extremely exhausted. He smiled slightly and said: "Everyone is scattered, take time to rest and prepare, maybe there will be another battle tomorrow, I and Tang Shidi, but only There is a little bit of contradiction, nothing."
The crowd will leave the letter suspiciously.
Wait until everyone is scattered, Li Jianyi looked up at the moon, shook his head slightly, looked like a sorrowful, and turned to step by step to the distant stone cliff, slow pace, seems to be thinking about something.
Mountain wind hunting, pulling his robes.
At this moment, the snowy master of Xuezhou’s heaviest authority, the thin back, under the moonlight, seems to be lonely and sullen. Like an ordinary old man, he fell into deep thoughts and was helpless.
There was a footstep behind him.
"You...come." Li Jianyi gave a slight glimpse.
Although he did not look back, he also knew who the person was from the first time.
"What happened in the end? You and Tang brothers..." Shui Shuifeng peak Lord Roland, a sky-blue palace dress skirt, noble dust, like a nine-day mysterious woman, the face of Fenghua, with a trace Silk's worries are slowly approaching.
Li Jianyi’s mouth is a bitter smile:
Nothing, just... the idea is a bit different.

Roland walked gently.
She did not ask anything again, standing quietly beside Li Jianyi, shoulder to shoulder, looking down at the vast land below, the mountain wind swayed her long hair, dancing with the wind, like a pair of fairy monks.
With a sigh, Roland said with no worries: "In fact, for many years, the gap between you has not been completely resolved. The last time you used Ding Hao to rob the traitors who smashed the interior of the Zongmen, it seems that they have joined hands to cooperate. Actually Is it in the interest of asking Jianzong? Hey, the broken mirror, want to recover as early as, where is it easy..."
Li Jianyi is undecided.
He turned to look at the woman around him, his eyes calm and soft, and smiled: "So many years have passed, you are still so clever and smart."
Roland smiled a little, and there was a rare sweetness on his face that flashed away.
Li Jianyi slowly reached out and after a slight stagnation in the air, as if he had made up his mind, his fingers crossed Roland's long hair and helped the gentleman of the palace to be gently gathered behind his ear. Authentic: "If I really can't escape the limit tomorrow, Alan, are you willing to forgive my persistence over the years?"
Roland sighed: "Now, what is the use?"
"You still hate me?" Li Jian said with a bitter smile: "Indeed, I am not a good father, I am too selfish..."
"You are indeed not a good father. You sacrificed our children in order to ask the swordsman." Roland quietly said: "However, there is no one lord of the whole of Selangor, who will contribute everything as you do. Give Zongmen."
"Don't you ask the sword of the robbery today? Is it the retribution of God to me?" Looking back, Li Jianyi suddenly discovered that his persistence in these years did not know whether it was right or wrong.
"Maybe it is not retribution, but a test, a chance to resurrect the fire?" Roland suddenly reached out and gently held Li Jianyi's palm.
Who can believe that the head of the first door of Xuezhou, the palm of the hand, is actually rough, that is, the old man who keeps the sword at all times, the time of his sword is too long and too long, even if it is one The sturdy and unmistakable ambition is not able to erase this scar.