Chapter 340: Barbarian Sword Saint!

Gongsun Xin'er read a piece of "Xiaoyaoyou", and there are signs of comprehension of literary and Taoism, which is several years ahead of the time in Chen Xinglie's memory!
It seems.
If this world, there have long been works that can be compared to the great works of the Chinese philosophers Baijiahong, so that Gongsun Xin'er has a book to read, I am afraid that this martial arts world's first talented woman has already practiced in Wendao and has come out of one. Your own sunshine avenue.
What is talent?
This……
It's talent!
Chen Xinglie sighed secretly and sighed with emotion, but he didn't complain about himself at all.
Isn't it just talented?
It is impossible for this seat to maintain the Chinese capital all the time.
After a short while, when the Niu Baiye refines the catalyst, this seat will digest the drop of thunder-tone cleansing water in the body, and this seat will also have the talent that all living beings look up to.
The rising sun is in the sky.
There was no light breeze in the sun.
But Gongsun Xin'er's long hair and dress, but there is no wind.
Martial arts practice polishes blood.
Wen Dao practice gathers Wen Qi.
When Gongsun Xin'er read "Xiaoyaoyou" aloud, she was full of literary spirits, gathered around her like the wind, gently blowing, and at the same time there was an extremely unique meaning pouring out of her.
This meaning...
The guests below suddenly looked up.
Especially the eyes of the land gods became extremely complicated at this moment.
Everyone held their breath.
It’s because they all felt that the meaning of Gongsun Xin’er, although completely different from the meaning of martial arts, had a mysterious and indescribable feeling, as if at this moment, Gongsun Xin’er had already read the "Easy Travel" with her. Here, the fish of the North Ming and the giant Kunpeng bird are integrated, and there is the faint roar of the boundless ocean tide and the roar of the nine-day wind, hidden in the sound of Gongsun Xiner's reading.
Before you know it.
The rising sun in the middle of the sky turned into a setting sun.
Gongsun Xin'er finished reading a Zhuangzi and closed the book, but the whole person was a little dumbfounded.
She is the party.
In the process of reading the book aloud, Gongsun Xin'er felt more direct and stronger than anyone else. He only felt that there was a door to literary and Taoism, which was huge, standing right in front of her, and the door had been opened. The gap is located in the front and within reach. With a light push, you can walk into it and enter the path of Wendao.
Her eyes were obsessed.
As if wandering away.
This state...
Called Epiphany!
People who practice martial arts, the most dreamed state, people with mediocre talents, will not be able to enter the state of enlightenment throughout their lives, and those with extraordinary talents will hardly have this opportunity.
Even if a woman like Zhao Yumeng is still practicing in her womb, there have been very few cases of epiphany over the past ten years.
The last time Zhao Yumeng had an epiphany, he was still in the underground temple of the king's tomb. Chen Xinglie disturbed a pool of spring water in his heart.
At that time, Zhao Yumeng suddenly realized a kind of swordsmanship.
Named: Love Silk.
This kind of epiphany is extremely rare.
Chen Xinglie turned a little, looked at Zhao Yumeng who was praying for the formation, and nodded slightly.
Zhao Yumeng He Qilan is very intelligent.
There is no need for Chen Xinglie to speak, Zhao Yumeng palms his hand, and a ball of Nanming Lihu appears in the palm of his palm. He presses the dragon scale that will be made into an array and presses it under his palm. At the same time, his other hand squeezes out a shape that controls the formation Tactics.
The Fuzhong Array is operating.
Upstairs.
Gongsun Xin'er has been shrouded in the formation, and will no longer be affected by the outside world, and can stay in a state of enlightenment with peace of mind, unless someone takes action against the Nanming Lihuo formation in the mansion and breaks this formation.
"Everyone!"
Chen Xinglie lifted the hip flask, shook it towards the guests below, and said, "Gongsun Xin'er read only a book and immediately had an epiphany. From this point of view, this path of Wendao in this seat is very promising. Congratulations, please drink this cup."
Everyone toasted.
Only at the table in the corner, there was a guest. Not only did he not raise his glass, but his face was full of disdain.
Chen Xinglie's eyes sank.
The few land gods in the banquet,? Immediately observe the words and colors, and look in the direction Chen Xinglie is looking.
"Hahaha..."
The one who hadn't raised his glass stood up with a big laugh, the laughter trembling and roaring. This man has an ordinary appearance, simple face, thick eyebrows, thin eyes, full face and beard, not tall or short, not fat or thin, but the bronzed skin is a bit dark, looking like a weather-beaten vendor's pawn.
but.
Just as this person laughed, his skin and flesh trembled slightly. His body, which was not tall or short, seemed to be irrigated by "Golden La" fertilizer. It thrived in the laughter, and instantly became an extremely tall and burly body. A giant who measures more than two meters and is full of tendons, shaped like an iron tower!
Wow!
The man raised the wine jar with his hand, took a big sip, looked up at the tall building, laughed: "Hahaha, good! Very good!"
Where is it?
Chen Xinglie didn't bother to think.
Du Heiyan's mind, if others can guess it, then this person is not the Northern Frontier Barbarian, the sword sage of the Black Rock clan, and the land immortal Du Heiyan. Of course, the title of the Sword Saint of the Black Rock family is the honorific name given to Du Heiyan by the Barbarians in Northern Xinjiang. In fact, Du Heiyan is a person with a black face and cruel face.
This is a celebrity.
The prestige in the northern Xinjiang is grand, like the sky.
Chen Xinglie just glanced around and saw the origin of this person, and said in his heart: "It really is this Du Heiyan!"
As early as Lin Daoyuan mentioned, when Cangming Temple had leaked the news and proclaimed the mantra that went into the ground to death, Chen Xinglie secretly speculated that the masters of the barbarians who did this thing were most likely Jing Wuxia and Du Heiyan and Weng Shenyang are one of these three.
Now it seems that it must be Du Heiyan.
"Hey!"
Du Heiyan stared at the tall buildings in front of him, and said with a strange smile: "Unexpectedly, Master Chen is not only Wushuang Wushuang, but also a sword to slay dragons, and even Wendao is a unique way of practicing Wendao. It is a pity that this kind of practice, This Juggernaut doesn't believe it at all."
"There has always been only one way to practice in the world."
"Budo!"
"Other than that, there is no other way!"
"But you, Master Chen, keep saying that you have created a path of literary cultivation that can be compared with martial arts. This matter, in the eyes of this swordsman, is simply a big joke. Unexpectedly, Master Chen not only In the martial arts, he is the best in all directions, and even the ability to tell jokes is rare in the world. Anyway, no matter if others find it funny or not, this Juggernaut is really amused by you."
"Hahaha..."
Du Heiyan laughed unscrupulously, the laughter condensed into sound waves, wave after wave spreading around.
Those strong generals in the army ran their blood one after another to resist the sound waves.
In addition to those who are advanced in martial arts, there are many people in the banquet, such as Shangshu Ba Jitian of the Ministry of Industry, who rely on martial arts to build their bodies and cultivate their bodies. They are instantly spitting blood from the sound wave. , Faltered, and even fainted in severe cases.
This scene made Chen Xinglie's eyes cold.
Make trouble at the banquet in this mansion and make the guests vomit blood!
This Du Heiyan...
Obviously came here deliberately to smash this place!