Chapter 213: Taoist Riding Dragon

In the middle of the Liangzhou Prefecture, there was no human beings thousands of years ago, and it was a bad place full of anger. Now it is a fertile plain with thousands of miles of good fields.
There are stone roads extending in all directions between the Luan Plain, and there are many rivers flowing from the mountains for irrigation.
Many of the towns and villages are in vain.
On the edge of the plain, outside of the mountains and forests, some martial arts people who are driving themselves into the mountains suddenly looked up.
I saw above the sky, a dark shadow pulled out a long air flow, flying quickly.
He then pours into his ears, a burst of sound that sounds like a thunder.
"That's ... the polar concubine? Gorefiend, An Qisheng."
"Golem!"
"For more than a month, he took a walk across the mountains and rushed back to most of the beast tide. It seemed that he was not acting like the legend ..."
A group of people looked up at the sky, some people were envious, some people sighed, and they were all different.
Anyway, when it is the most powerful day today, it must be this old Taoist who is nearly a hundred years old.
Woohoo ~
Between the clouds, An Qisheng bowed his head on his knees, overlooking the vast plain above the earth, sighing:
"With this foundation, it is no wonder that Huangjue Temple has been eternal for thousands of years ..."
Mengliang Prefecture is one of Dafeng's largest states, with a radius of three thousand miles, which was originally a dangerous place that could not be cultivated.
A Huangjue Temple opened almost a third of Liangzhou, which is no less important to any dynasty than the expansion of the territory, and it is naturally courteous.
You must know that Dafeng has a total radius of less than 70,000 miles (slightly smaller than Earth King), and a slightly smaller state is less than a thousand miles away. The land opened by the Huangjue Temple is as large as a state.
The size of the two hibiscus nations is bigger than Xuanxing.
For such a feat, can the courts of all ages stay close?
At the same time, the land is so large, how many living people are there to rent to the refugees with extremely low land?
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In addition, it has a long tradition and many masters. It not only receives masters' shaving degrees, but also more popular disciples, the most widely connected.
Only when the three of them were united, did the temple of Huangjue Temple last for thousands of years.
"There are few wars around the mountains of Liangzhou, the deterrence of Huangjue Temple, and fewer bandits and thieves. Although these monks can't be considered unmotivated, they don't squeeze more.
It is no wonder that the name of Huangjue Temple is so big ... "
Luan Qisheng sighed.
I admire the old monk who opened the Huangjue Temple.
For thousands of years, the soldier's heritage has been cut off, but the inheritance he has left is still in the sky. Is it a simple matter?
He couldn't help it, and his heart moved.
若 If you develop a school, how is it compared to that old monk?
Woohoo ~~~
The air whizzed past, and An Qisheng was meditating in the air like a steel knife.
With this chilling pace, needless to say how fast it is, but it gives him more time to practice.
His eyes were half-open and half-closed, and martial arts skills would pass by in his heart.
There is no gap after the Qiqi pulse is completed and before the pulse.
He practiced his martial arts ‘spiritually’ or had a in his fist. This was already reached when he created the freehand ‘nantianmen’.
That is to say, he has reached the peak of the Qi pulse.
After Summarizing ‘Send Xiantai’, I can cast a vein at any time, if I can cast a magic soldier.
"Unfortunately, the magic soldier of the Red Sun King is not suitable ..."
Luan Qisheng held two utensils in his hands.
One is a string of relic beads, with a strong meaning of revolving law, and the other is a finger.
赤 This crimson finger is the magic soldier of the Red Sun King, among them is the breath of the Great Sun.
Divine soldiers are not made at random.
The so-called God is not a false reference, it refers to the ‘God’ of man, and casts a soldier. He wants to blend it with spirituality and God, so that he can resist the baptism of Thunder when the Yin God comes out.
In this way, slowly absorb Thunder masculinity and wash the essence of ‘God’.
Although he has also practiced the Zhuanzhuanfa and the Great Sun God, it is not suitable to use it as his own magic soldier.
的 The materials of these two are too scarce.
的 What he wants must be a thick and long large gun. Pulling his fingers, the beads, really can't interest him.
"Divine Soldier, Divine Soldier ..."
Luan Qisheng whispered to himself.
He promised Fuxin to go to Huangjue Temple. In addition to the wrestling that made him a little interested, he also wanted to take a look at the many mountains and preserved many strange irons in Huangjue Temple, whether he had the spiritual material he needed.
Even if he does not follow the way of Tai Yin and Wuji, the magic soldier is also indispensable. He is also very interested in the legendary portal of heaven and human.
Purr ~
Amidst the turbulent air, he closed his eyes slightly, and moved into his dream while carrying the Qi.
His Qi network is too complicated, and the world's martial arts are not enough to show his full strength.
Whether it is Sanshou, horizontal training, qi, light work, or runner method, it needs to be deduced and evolved.
Xi Xiu never makes himself closer to martial arts, but makes martial arts more suitable for himself.
Embracing her dreams and mind, An Qisheng has enough confidence.
Even if he re-develops a more perfect system based on many martial arts in this world, he has enough patience.
He just picked up people's teeth and wisdom, how could he be right to such a great fortune that he entered the dream world.
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Huanghuangjue Temple.
Liangzhou, the first school of Dafeng.
Zhe and Zhuanlun Temple, the six prisoners and the Zongzong became the heads of Zheng, Demon, and Evil.
It is better than the main gates such as Jishenzong, Dalongmen, Yueyue Shanzhuang, Zhenzhengdao, Dalongmen, Wanjian Shanzhuang, etc. It is better than gangs, twelve serial docks, Tangmen, Shendaotang and other schools Is too strong.
Xihuangjue Temple is located in the Qianli Plain. It was originally a mountain and was excavated after many years.
寺庙 This temple occupies a huge area. I do n’t know how many temples there are. The little monks who go to the main hall every morning to scent incense, even run by horses.
I can say that the magnificence is extreme.
At this moment, the sky will be unlit. On a straight avenue, two people and two donkeys come in dust.
"Accumulated for thousands of years, the Dragon Elephant Law Temple can be compared."
Looked at the distant temple to the extreme, Fuxin couldn't help but sigh.
The accumulation of more than one thousand years as the leader of the right path is unimaginable. On this land, the dynasty before Dafeng has changed five times, and the once powerful dynasty disappeared.
Hehuangjue Temple still exists.
I am even as lucky as ever.
"Like a country within a country."
There was also a fascination flashing on the face of Wu Huiguo.
"That said, there is no mistake. Any major gate is like a country in the middle of a country. It is no wonder that the Dafeng court wanted to collect swordsmen from the world. If an emperor temple was to be launched, hundreds of thousands of monks would be raised in an instant. Many people are bound to gather ... "
Bian Fuxin said for a while, shaking his head to stop:
"I don't need to say these words. Huangjue Temple has a good relationship with my ancestral gate, and it is more gracious."
Wu Huiguo nodded.
The owner of Daewoo Gun 700 years ago is said to be an ordinary disciple of Huangjue Temple, saying that Huangjue Temple has kindness to them, but it is true.
"Let's go and meet Master Yixiu."
Bian Fuxin said softly.
One teacher and one apprentice urged the donkey to move forward, hurriedly toward Huangjue Temple.
I came closer, and felt the solemnity and grandeur of Huangjue Temple more and more.
At this moment, the sky was just bright.
When the two of them arrived, the middle gate of Huangjue Temple opened immediately, and many monks rushed out, side by side from the steps.
"I don't know if the abbot of the Dragon Elephant Law Temple arrives.
In the middle of the gate, before the person arrived, Hong Zhong's voice had broken the silence, spreading for many miles, showing the deep internal force of the person.
The two masters and apprentices led the donkey, and a few tall and tall monks walked out of the middle gate.
"It turned out to be the Master of Three Seals."
Bian Fuxin saluted slightly.
"Dare, dare."
The monks, who were standing together, had gone down hundreds of steps, and the headed monk heard the gift in return:
"How can you be called a master before you?"
"Your letter, Brother Abbot already knows, please come in and talk in detail."
Sanyin monk smiled slightly and waved his arms please.
"This time is trouble."
Bian Fu heart smiled back.
Afterwards, the two masters and apprentices, under the support of a group of monks, followed the several monks into Huangjue Temple.
The trees in the Huanghuangjue Temple are towering, and the air is filled with the smell of incense. From time to time, you can hear chanting verses and the sound of crisp wooden fish.
At the feet of Xi Wuzhi's feet, it was not too long, and he had already walked away ten miles away. At this time, his eyes suddenly opened, but he had already come to the hall of Huangjue Temple.
This place is extremely empty. At this time, thousands of fierce monks are punching under the leadership of a skinny old monk.
演 The Wuchang whole body here is a piece of blue steel rock that has been beaten by the wind and rain for thousands of years.
Tong Qinggangyan is known for its hardness and thickness, but at this time left deep footprints.
Not far away, a large bell hangs above the stone platform, and the bell skirt part is carved with pictures of mountains, rivers, sun, and moon. There are countless inscriptions on the bell wall, like Buddhist scriptures, but also like Martial arts cheats.
口 This big bell is strangely large, bigger than the house, and it is golden, like gold and bronze pouring, full of desolation and heavy.
I was just Huang Juezhong.
"Amitabha."
Everyone came here, and couldn't wait to see more, just listening to the chanting Buddha's chanting out of the hall.
An old monk with short stature, thin and old, and even his eyebrows wandered off.
I came to the square.
"I've seen the abbot!"
Except for many monks who are performing martial arts, all the other monks worship.
"The trivial matter didn't take us far away, and I hope my brother forgive me."
The old monk said a little salute.
"Uninvited, what is the crime?"
Xi Fuxin shook his head and flashed.
Nanglong Xiangfa Temple and Huangjue Temple have a deep relationship. Although he is the body of a vein, he does not dare to accept this gift easily.
"But I don't know if Yixiu can go out?"
Bian Fuxin asked again.
Xi Yixiu is the most respected person in Huangjue Temple. According to legend, he has lived for nearly three hundred years, which is longer than the founding of Dafeng.
The two hundred years of Xihuangjue Temple in Liangzhou had nothing to do with, and he also won the gamble with Taifeng Taizu.
"The ancestor was closing his doors to answer the contract with that Pang Wanyang. The brother asked, and the brother gave the answer."
Thirty-three blank eyebrows moved slightly and answered.
"Master really wants to fight Pang Wanyang?"
There was a dignified color on Xinfu's heart.
He is also a vein, he knows exactly what it means.
Has Pang Wanyang reached such a point?
"No. 1 in the world for decades, Pang Wanyang has cultivated a profound trend, and the War Demon Heart has been cultivated to an incredible state."
Sankong sighed:
"A few months ago, he wrote a letter in his hand, and his spirit was stirred. His ancestors were moved by it, and the thunderous Buddha sound was issued overnight before it was worn away."
Speaking of this matter ~ EbookFREE.me ~, several monks around him also looked down.
That night, the sound of the Buddha shook the sky, and the collision shook many monks.
"No, he has reached this point."
Bian Fu was amazed, but took it for granted.
He Pang Wanyang has been cultivated into Tai Yin Promise decades ago. He is known as a genius figure born of the Six Prison Demon Sects, and he is the one who smashes the world's demon head.
It seems natural that such a character is approaching the gate of heaven.
"After the ancestor saw the man's handwriting, he said nothing for a day, then sent a letter, and sent him to Liuzong Mozong. The ancestor did not say anything, but just shook his head, and closed the next day.
Sankong's eyes were dignified.
He was studying wushu with a break from childhood, saying that he was an ancestor and master, and he was naturally touched in the battle of life and death.
"The master Yixiu has already written war books and wants to come with confidence."
Bian Fuxin can only comfort one sentence.
"I only hope that the ancestors will succeed in demon magic, otherwise the world will be troublesome!"
San Sankong didn't talk too much about it, and his voice turned and asked:
"The brother's golden body, actually wrestling with people, is really incredible, but that person hasn't formed a vein, but is already overbearing?"
"Such a character, I only saw it in my life."
Wu Fuxin slowly spit out eight words, and looked up as if his heart was moving.
A large number of great monks also followed. .
I saw the clouds tumble above the sky, and the dragon came winding.
On the bow, the Taoist stood with his hands on his shoulders, and his hair moved with it.