Chapter 310: Roadblocker

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"Booming!"
In the valley not far from the cave of the Silver Mountain Wolf King near Jiuhua Mountain, there was a roar of earth-shattering sounds.
Then there is a round of blue moon rising slowly from the valley, compared with the curved moon in the sky, the general trend of the world.
"Hey..."
After the beasts near the valley felt the blue moon, they felt a powerful atmosphere, all madly running towards the distance.
"I finally succeeded in cultivation."
Among the moon, a slender figure slowly stood up and stretched out, she was Chen Yuanqing who had been closed for many days.
During this period of retreat, Chen Mengqing finally passed on all the strengths of the Qingyue Fairy, and all the inheritances obtained were absorbed. At this moment, she is no longer the little white that she did not understand before.
"Before you go further, you can step into the realm of comprehension. When you come to the realm of cultivation, you can get all the treasures of the real Qingyue fairy, but..."
Chen Mengqing whispered quietly, she slowly extended her hands, and there was a qi that was condensed into a liquid. No, it should be said that it was already flowing slowly. In her dantian, one exudes a cyan glow. Neydan is about to be formed. As long as Nedan is 10%, she is free from the shackles of the common customs and truly becomes a comprehension of the Golden Age.
It is very difficult for others to break through to the Golden Age in the secular world, but for Chen Mengqing, she can break through to the Golden Age at any time, and do not do it all between her thoughts.
Standing in front of the Golden Dan, she can surpass the secular and become a true comprehension as soon as she takes a step, but Chen Mengqing has stopped. She does not want to break through so quickly.
Chen Mengqing's cultivation has truly reached the peak of the peak, and has begun to automatically condense Jindan in the body, even if she does not deliberately break through, after a period of time, it will automatically break through the Golden Age, becoming a Jindan period of comprehension. By.
"I haven't seen you for a long time, I don't know... Are you okay?"
The sound of the thoughts sounded, and the blue light flashed away. The shadow of Chen Mengqing did not know when it had disappeared. Everything in the valley was restored.
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Xiang Yang did not know that Chen Mengqing had already gone through the customs. After he left Qingcheng Mountain, he did not immediately return to Tianhai City, but turned to the nearby Xiqiao resort.
In the Xiqiao area, there have been many dangerous mountains since ancient times. In ancient times, there was a poem of the immortality of the poems, and the word
蜀道难
was given. However, although the martyrdom is difficult, there are many mountain resorts in the west, and the mountains and rivers everywhere are rich in spirits. The best place for practitioners to live in seclusion.
The migration of time, although the development of modern civilization is very fast, but the environmental damage to the mountains in the Xiqiao area is not large, and it still preserves the style.
The night is warm and the cool atmosphere is spreading in the mountains. The mountain road is steep, even if it is during the day, there are few people coming, not to mention the moment in the middle of the night.
The sound of insects and birds and beasts continued, and Xiang Yang took his hands on foot and walked on the road, while walking and looking at it with a faint smile on his face.
"I haven't seen it for ten years, so the scenery is still there."
Xiang Yang smiled softly and looked around with nostalgic eyes. He walked out in a leisurely manner and did not seem to be very fast. However, each step spanned several hundred meters.
"The rule of the world, the legendary method of shrinking the ground into inches, no, it should be said that it is a supernatural power, even I was trained."
Xiang Yang was impressed, and the cultivation of this fascination into this magical power, even he himself did not know how to cultivate successfully, although the current lack of skill, step by step, can not cross the distance of thousands of miles, but this Hundreds of meters have already made him very excited.
"After the improvement of the realm has been raised, this step has taken a thousand miles, what kind of situation it should be."
At the thought of such a scene, Xiang Yang was very excited, and his footsteps were much faster. He carefully understood the wonders of this ‘the world’s end.’
In a short time, Xiangyang has already reached the front of a cliff. The cliff is as smooth as jade, but it is located at the top of the mountain. It is surrounded by lush vegetation, and it is laid out in a random way, but it is placed regularly. It is obviously a battle.
When it came to this cliff, Xiang Yang didn't even show the 'foot-footed world', but turned left and right, and the footsteps were very weird. The distance of hundreds of meters, he was spared nearly two or three kilometers long. Only walked to the front of the cliff.
"Tibetan Cliff"
The cliff is so smooth that it is like being cut out by a sword. In the center of the position, three characters are engraved with a sword.
"Tibetan old man, you honesty, did not lie to me, huh, huh..."
Xiang Yang chuckled softly, and his right hand shook. He only heard a loud bang from the bang, and the place where the three characters of the Tibetan sword were located exploded, and countless chaos fluttered.
"choke…"
At the same time, with a sound of the sound of the sword, the three long swords flashed with dazzling sword light and the rock fell down.
"Ha ha..."
Xiang Yang suddenly burst into laughter and flew up. He took all three swords in his hands, and arbitrarily swayed, and countless swords flew, suddenly the sword light flashed, the cliff shivered, and countless stones fell. Come down.
"Without a sword, Tibetan sword cliffs are also useless."
"choke…"
Xiang Yang held three long swords at the same time, accompanied by a screaming sound, and a sword smashed toward the Tibetan sword cliff. He suddenly heard the loud bang of the 'bang' and the whole cliff trembled and crashed down. .
Since then, Tibetan Jianya is no longer.
"The old man of the sword, I don't owe it, hahaha."
With the laughter of Xiang Yang, his shadow turned into a ray of light disappeared.
"Ugh…"
Just after Xiangyang left, an old man appeared on the rock pile of the collapsed Tibetan sword cliff. He looked at the incomprehensible and helpless smile. "This kid can really bear it. His bet, even after waiting for ten years to take away three swords, if you come early, I will be forced to accept him as a betrayal of the reputation of betrayal, but unfortunately, after all, there is no point."
"I haven't seen it for ten years. The little guy has even reached the realm of great perfection. It's just that I have no relationship with him."
The old man sighed. He is the owner of the Tibetan sword cliff, named the old sword sword, a strong man who sensationalized the world decades ago. However, he has not been born for decades, and the world has forgotten the existence of such a peerless powerhouse.
Ten years ago, when the old man of Tibetan swords traveled the world, he occasionally saw Xiangyang, and was suddenly shocked by the talent of Xiangyang. He wanted to accept Xiangyang as a disciple and teach Tibetan swords to learn. Unfortunately, at that time Yang Ning died unyielding, and there was no way for the old man to use the Tibetan sword to exhaust Xiangyang. In desperation, he had to move a ghost idea and gamble with Xiangyang, betting on his own three master swords. Xiang Yang lost his disciple, and if he lost three swords to Xiang Yang.
The old man of the Tibetan sword thought that he and a young singer could easily win the game. A disciple came to the hand. What he did not expect was that the final result turned out to be Xiangyang’s win.
The old man of Tibetan swords is inexplicably inexplicable. He has lost to a small child for a few decades. He almost made him angry and almost committed suicide. So he moved a little ghost and hid the three swords. In the Xiqiao Tibetan sword cliff, and set the law, the appointment of Xiang Yang if you want the sword to take it yourself.
As a cost of breach of contract, the old man of Tibetan swords passed his own sword to Xiangyang, and then returned to Zangjianya to sit on the door and take the sword. He made up his mind as long as Xiangyang came to Tibet Jianya, even if it was strong. Retaining this apprentice, what I didn’t expect was that this time was ten years, and his apprentice’s dream was so silent.
"It's a pity that a great apprentice, if you haven't seen it for ten years, this kid's cultivation is no less than me, but unfortunately."
The old man with the sword stood in the same place, helplessly smiled.
"But it's okay. He passed my Tibetan sword to school. Even if he doesn't admit it verbally, it is actually my disciple. This time, my old man can finally let go and rush, can you achieve it in the present."
With a loud laughter, the figure of the old sword of the Tibetan sword suddenly turned into a sword light disappeared, and it was almost without a trace. His cultivation has reached the peak of the peak.
"Old man, take care."
At the same time, the eyes of Xiang Yang, who was leaving Feifei, showed the color of blessing, and the shape of the back turned like a meteor disappearing into the sky.
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"Three swords, Monica, a principal's wife, a child... As for Qin Xiaoniu, um, just give her mysterious soft sword to her."
Xiang Yang flew in the night sky, holding three swords in his hands, and calculating the distribution of these three swords.
"Oh, what about a Chen Xiao Niu?"
Xiang Yang even sent out his beloved Xuan Qing soft sword, but there was one less Chen Mengqing, and suddenly his face showed helplessness.
"Cough, Chen Xiaoniu's cultivation has reached the great perfection, and after undergoing retreat, he has been rushing forward and perfecting his own strength. I am afraid that even if I am not her opponent, let her know that I am alone. If she misses her, it is estimated that she will kill me."
Xiang Yang muttered, and when he thought of Chen Mengqing's temper, he suddenly had a headache.
"The old sword of the sword is also true. Can you not hide more than a few swords? Only three are so few."
Thinking about it or not knowing what to do, Xiang Yang vented all his grievances to the old man of Tibetan sword.
"Hey, how can I forget that the benefits of joining the Dragon Group have not been given to me? Well, I remember that Xiao Laotou seems to have a good sword. It is the welfare of my joining the Dragon Group."
Suddenly, Xiang Yang slaps his head, revealing the color of excitement, and his heart is excited about his wiseness and flies faster toward Tianhai City.
"Hey..."
At this time, in the night sky, a dark cloud was accompanied by countless sharp and unpleasant voices into Xiang Yang's ears, blocking his way forward.
"Bat blocking the road?"
Xiang Yang’s figure stopped in the sky, his eyes staring at the large dark clouds in front of him, where is the dark cloud, and it is clear that countless bats are gathered together.
"Hey..."
The sounds of countless bats were cluttered and unpleasant, and Xiang Yang’s eyes gradually became dignified. He placed the three swords in his left hand and the right hand touched the black sword in his waist.