God-level Stealing System

After half a year, Silence finally returned to Ziyun Sect, and there was no waves on the way. He sold seven goods to the Ten Thousand Demon Sect and caused such a big trouble, but Ten Thousand Demon Sect did not move at all.

"Can you hold back this?"

In front of the gate of Ziyunzong Mountain, he silently glanced in a certain direction in the depths of Ziyunzong, and couldn't help but mutter.

He left the sect alone, and what he wanted to catch was not the powerful of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, but...

Silence saluted another place in the space, and a corner of purple robe flashed in that space, which was regarded as a response to him.

Even if Lin Ran ran to Xingchen County with enthusiasm, Lu Shandao sent many powerful men to protect him in secret.

How could Lu Shandao be careless about the silence of the first Tianjiao since the establishment of the clan?

Ziyuntian, Zizhen preached today!

After preaching for more than half a year, the accumulation of the true disciples of Ziyun Sect has almost been transformed into strength, so Zi Zhen has long since ceased to open the mountain, and only resolves the confusion once every two months.

This time, Zizhen suddenly opened the mountain, which made all the disciples extremely happy. Although they had no question to ask, the preaching in the realm of law was so rare that it was possible to hear one more time, and everyone would never want to hear less.

After Zizhen finished speaking, Zhuzhen's disciples asked questions. The simple question made Zizhen want to hit people. One or two wanted to eat melons without even getting through Sesame. Think of him as an ordinary schoolmaster, right?

After Zi Zhen patiently solved the doubts for the disciples, he suddenly looked towards silence and said, "Silence, do you understand?"

"I don't understand." Silent and shook his head, Zi Zhen passed on an extremely profound Earth-level martial art this time. He might have understood it in a short time.

"If you don't understand, why don't you ask?" Zizhen's tone was a bit harsh. He responded to Lu Shandao's purpose to clarify the silence and Lin Ran's preaching. Lin Ran didn't like his way. After all, Lin Ran had already stepped out of him. To some extent, his Tao is qualified to be called a "dao friend" with him.

But silence made him angry with a toothache. The last two months were good. Although he often took leave, he was respectful to him anyway.

Afterwards, it was good. He didn't see any person for half a year, so he still spread the ass?

"I don't want to ask."

Silent continued to shook his head, still honestly said: "I am not interested in this martial art, and I don't want to learn it."

Zizhen's eyes widened, glaring and silent: "Asshole boy, you tell me again?!"

There was an exciting silence, and he said hurriedly: "If I want to learn, I will ask the elders when I learn."

Zizhen: "...!"

Zi Zhen said that he was really hurt. Why did you learn it and then ask me again? Why do you need to ask me if you learn it, when did the prefecture-level martial arts become so easy to learn?

Can’t help but think of the Sect Master’s message a long time ago. Lu Shandao was silent and disturbed the practice of the five Supreme Elders of the sect. Among them, there was even a senior sister who was in retreat...

Silence, comprehend that fighting Chaozong fights Chaoquan, and walked out of his own way!

The Xuanyuan Realm walked out of his own way. This matter was by no means trivial. Looking at the imperial family of the Great Chu Empire and the three super sects, only Tianjiao with natural talents could achieve this.

Silent, at the beginning, no one loses!

"Go, the road is long, one step is the first step, and every step is striving to be the first. Of course, the prerequisite for striving for the first is... to live!" Zizhen closed his eyes, saying with no joy or sadness.

Silent hand over, said solemnly: "Elder Xie Taishang preaching!"

Since then, Silence has been practicing diligently in Ziyun Sect except after returning home. Of course, what he cultivated is not true essence, but Taoism.

The feeling of playing Chaoquan made him understand what the road he should take. Other martial arts have been improved by analogy.

Ziguangbu and Jiuzhonglangquan all walked out of Zhou Qianshan's shadow, imprinting his own traces.

After walking out of his own way, his comprehension of the Promise Sword Technique became deeper and deeper, and he inadvertently reached the level of thirty thousand sword light, truly surpassing Zhou Qianshan!

He also practiced the other two Ziyunzong's martial arts skills, and his understanding step by step made him feel a great sense of comfort, which is a state where both good and bad are determined by the heart.

If you fight with the Demon Sect again, the Demon Sect will not have the opportunity to swallow the Heart Demon Pill, and it will not be possible to escape!

After Wu Qing successfully broke through the tenth heaven of the Profound Origin Realm, he silently approached him and asked how to refine his life treasure.

If someone else asked, even if it was Lu Shandao, Wu Jin would hide one or two, but he had no reservations about the silence that killed the Demon Sect.

"The most important thing in this life treasure is the word'fate'. Why can a martial artist in the world of seizing the sky be refined? That is because the world of seizing the sky opens the eyebrows and the sea, and the perception is strong and can be attached to weapons. repair……"

"Our Profound Origin Realm's perception power is not enough, so we have to put in more effort and energy, supplemented by the secret technique for life..."

Wu Jian’s Zihuo Peak was full of fire on the ground, and even a huge furnace was opened by Wu Jian in the middle of the mountain.

Silently jumped in, sat cross-legged in the blazing fire that could burn the heavens, took out his profound sword, and lay it horizontally on his knees.

Suddenly a white-haired old man appeared beside Wu Chen.

Morey stretched out his hand, and the two halves of the Purple Cloud God Thunder Sword flew into his hands. The fierce thunder sword seemed to feel his state of mind and gradually settled down.

In the end, Morey sighed and threw it back. The Purple Cloud God Thunder Sword was still on the fire, and it suddenly turned into the purest true meaning of Thunder, poured on the silent profound sword.

Pointing silently to the position of the heart, bright blood bursting out suddenly...

I don't know the years in the mountains, but one dream is two years.

On this day, Ziyun Tian was closed, and Lu Shandao ordered all true biography to go to the Imperial City of Great Chu to participate in the secret realm of Qianlong!

But it was not silence or Lin Ran who led the team, but Mu Tuo, the true brother of Ziyunzong before Lin Ran, and a direct disciple of the lord Lu Shandao!

This candidate made all the disciples both accidental and reasonable.

They looked at the silence on the seat of the true master disciple, their eyes were quite strange, and some people even flashed a sigh...

A few more people still flashed sneer in their eyes.

For two and a half years, Yu Ran had broken through the Heaven-sweeping realm, silent, still at the pinnacle realm of the Xuanyuan realm.

This peerless figure three years ago, the existence of the highest merit in Lingnan County, and the most stunning pride of Ziyun Sect in thousands of years... It seems that he has finally exhausted all his potential.

In the days of Ziyun, there were hundreds of laws left by the ancestors. Three years ago, no one favored silence. Three years later, no one favored silence.

Climbing to the top in March, three years without progress, or... everyone is gone!

After returning to Zimo Peak in silence, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and walked straight to the hall.

There was a person waiting for him in the hall. It was an old man in a black robe, sitting at the table, his rotten aura was not much better than Morey.

"When you saw me, you didn't run away?" Zhou Qianshan poured himself a cup of tea and said slowly.

"Since the great elder didn't kill me the first time, I must have a perfect plan. What is the difference between me and not?" Silence stopped ten miles away and arched his hand.

"It's a smart person, no matter what, I don't want a disciple with amazing potential in the sect to give me your understanding of the Promise Sword Technique. That thing does not belong to you." Zhou Qianshan's voice was very soft and his words were cold.

"My things are not in the habit of giving to others." The silent voice was neither humble nor overbearing.

Zhou Qianshan looked silent and said seriously: "You will die."

"I will not die. Actually, I have waited for this day for three years."

A sword appeared in the silent hand. It was... his natal sword, and he named it "Wan Dao"!

"Elder, take action, you only have one chance."