The Great Tao Chronicle

The peerless beauty turned into a stench and filth.

This scene was too subversive, and many martial arts people who saw this scene, although they knew that they were thieves from the Demon Sect, couldn't help but feel a pity in their hearts.

If such a beautiful woman were me, could I have done such a neat and tidy attack?

The eyes of many people flickered, and the eyes that looked at An Qisheng who had slowly landed were already full of fear and jealousy.

"Good kill!"

Nangong Qing shouted, extremely happy.

All the chivalrous people also applauded.

pat~

An Qisheng gently fell to the ground, his white robe dangling down.

jingle~

A silver needle fell from his body to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The hidden weapons were overwhelming, but he didn't blow them all away, but with a weaker strength, although he could pierce through gold and stone, it was impossible to pierce his skin.

In the final analysis, this qi-breaking needle is more aimed at infuriating qi.

Unfortunately, his physique was much stronger than his own infuriating energy.

With his current physique, even a single shot from the sniper rifle could not break his skin. The terrifying increase of infuriating qi on the physical body made his physique at this time tyrannical to an inhuman level.

Not to mention Xuanxing, even if it is the Long Floating Realm, there may not be anyone who can match it.

"It doesn't matter if this Feng Qingxuan, or this woman, is much stronger than Xue Chaoyang, but far less than Tong Zhengyang."

Glancing at the foul-smelling pit, he turned and walked towards the chivalrous gate.

There was a thought in his heart.

When he first came to this world, he was deeply afraid of Qi, because Tong Zhengyang made a deep impression on him. Although he couldn't really fight against him when he dreamed of Tong Zhengyang, the feeling was real.

Tong Zhengyang's physique is not even worse than he is today, but his true qi is dozens of times that of himself at this time.

Compared with any master of Qi pulse he has seen in Jiufujie, he is more than one line stronger.

In his guess, if it wasn't for Tong Zhengyang being a peerless genius that has been rare for thousands of years, then in the past 3,000 years until the age of Tong Zhengyang, the martial arts of Jiufujie happened. major change.

So, the same Qi pulse, but there is such a big difference.

And he vaguely felt that it was the latter.

It's not difficult to understand. On top of Xuanxing, the knowledge level and depth of college graduates who are separated by decades are also very different.

tata tao~

While pacing, An Qisheng's breath fell back, and he returned to the appearance of an ordinary old Taoist before.

His spirit has reached the point where the autumn wind has not moved the cicada. As early as on the Dalong River, he has realized that if he has a chance to return to his youth, he will feel a sense of crisis.

Although his sense of crisis was greatly reduced as his Qi pulses were nearly completed, he didn't want to make extra troubles.

It doesn't matter whether you are young or old.

However, although his breath has fallen, the ruins of the earth, Feng Qingxuan, who has been lying on the ground, and the stench of the deep pit, make it impossible for anyone to ignore his existence.

As he stepped forward, many martial arts practitioners in front of the chivalrous gate were terrified and dared not look him in the eye, and what was more, they took a few steps back unconsciously from a distance of hundreds of meters.

They didn't forget that this old Taoist possessed the magic skill of stealing spirits, known as the Gorefiend, who once slaughtered hundreds of martial artists.

Only, until An Qisheng came closer.

Although thousands of people in the martial arts have different thoughts, not even a single person dared to draw his sword out of the scabbard, and he did not make even the slightest sound, for fear of attracting his attention.

In front of the huge chivalrous gate, dozens of miles of vast flat land, thousands of martial arts people with knives and swords.

And the old man in white pacing forward.

It was like a stagnant picture for a while.

Unspeakable harmony.

Again, indescribably funny.

Yun Dongliu, who was sitting slumped with Sun En in his arms, felt even more gloomy in his heart.

Why did these people dare to sneer at his master and denounce it loudly?

You must know that if his teacher makes a move, no one else will die except An Qisheng.

Of course he understood why, but the more so, the more confused he became.

What I have done, what my teacher has insisted on for so many years, is it really meaningful?

"Master Yun."

An Qisheng paced in front of Yun Dongliu, saw him in a daze, and couldn't help calling him.

There were originally many people around Yun Dongliu, afraid of him escaping, but as he paced, they had already retreated far away.

The closest one is more than twenty feet away.

"Dao, Dao Master?"

Yun Dongliu struggled to get up and smiled bitterly:

"Don't call me a hero, what face do I have now?"

"look."

An Qisheng didn't care so much, and his expression was indifferent. Under the eyes of thousands, he slowly pointed to all the martial arts people around him and asked:

"Master Yun, look at the many figures in front of this chivalrous gate. How many of them are humans, some are birds, some are beasts, and how many are animals?"

His voice was neither loud nor low, but it was just right for all the martial arts people present to hear it clearly.

He did not hide the sarcasm in his words, which made the expressions of all the martial arts practitioners change.

Hearing that he compared them to beasts, how could they take it lightly?

Some people were angry when they heard the words, some smiled bitterly, some flinched, and some were unhappy, but no matter what their thoughts were, as long as they looked up, they saw the old figure in white.

The words in a cavity were dissipated.

If a gentleman deceives him, what will happen to the devil?

Just have to bear with him for a while.

How many devils have been through the ages, and who can live happily ever after?

Some people are ruthless.

"what?"

Yun Dongliu was startled, not knowing what An Qisheng wanted to say.

But still picked up the voice:

"I don't know, what does the Taoist think?"

At this time, he was in a state of confusion, but in addition to himself, he also hated these many martial arts people.

His chivalrous family has been kind to people for decades. They came and gave everything to entertain them, but they were faced with a lot of malice. How could he be relieved?

"Looking at the old way."

An Qisheng held Sun En's little hand and walked towards the chivalrous door without haste.

Wherever you go, the breath is quiet.

Between the opening and closing of his eyes, in the depths of the perspective that no one can see, in the darkness as silent as the night sky, there are more than a thousand 'stars' flickering and slowly forming.

As his spirit continued to grow, it was no longer the time when he was overwhelmed by storing dozens of spirit imprints.

With his current spirit, will, and the spiritual imprint of thousands of people, he can also bear it together.

Gathering here, there are more than 1,500 masters from all sects and factions, and for him, it is undoubtedly a 'feast'.

Naturally, I won't let it go.

"Master Xia has been upright all his life, abide by his original intentions, and be consistent. He is not only a human being, but also a great good person."

An Qisheng looked at Yun Haitian and nodded slightly.

"Brother Miao Zan, I'm ashamed to be worthy of it."

Yun Haitian coughed lightly, the redness on his face persisted, but a wry smile appeared.

He was one of the few people who knew much about An Qisheng's deeds. Yun Dongliu brought the second child to the chivalrous door, and naturally told him all the secrets.

Naturally, he also knew that An Qisheng was not as rumored in Jianghu.

"Deserved."

In front of the main entrance, An Qisheng's eyes were dull, and he turned to look at a person not far away:

"Nangong Qing? You are known as a madman. Although you are paranoid, you are also considered a person."

"This old man has lived for more than 70 years, but this is the first time he has been evaluated as a person."

Nangong Qing's expression was not worried.

He himself still had a good impression of An Qisheng, but when he saw what he said, he was naturally displeased.

An Qisheng took a deep look at him, and the latter's heart was full of hair before he shifted his gaze to look at the disciples behind Yun Dongliu:

"Abide by the original heart, practice the teacher's way, quite the style, and be considered a good person."

Yun Dongliu followed An Qisheng step by step, lowering his head and daring not to look at the fellow apprentices.

But hearing An Qisheng's words, he couldn't help but feel joy in his heart.

He remembered that his evaluation in the eyes of the Taoist priest was also a 'good person'.

This would be a disdainful title from many Jianghu people, but in the mind of the Taoist priest, it seemed to be a very high evaluation.

"You, serving your parents, taking care of your wife and children, being friendly to your neighbors, but despising others, calculating other people's wealth but not taking it away, you are the best of the best."

An Qisheng glanced at a short man with a knife.

The man's expression changed, he cupped his hands, hummed a few times, and responded in a muffled manner:

"Thank you for your review, senior."

"Tiger poison does not eat offspring, otherwise it will eat everything!"

An Qisheng looked at the vulture-looking man and said:

"You kill your neighbors, and you're a disaster for the other side. Except for your sons and mothers, your wives and concubines are not as good as clothes, and you treat people like blood. You can be regarded as a beast!"

The man gritted his teeth, and cupped his hands without saying a word.

In front of the chivalrous door, all sounds were silent.

Only a low sound of footsteps and occasional comments broke the silence.

The strange feeling in the hearts of the martial arts people deepened, and they had no idea what the devil wanted to do.

Those who are called human by him are not happy, those who are called good people have a weird face, those who are called birds have anger on their faces, and those who are called beasts are even more indifferent.

But seeing that he didn't seem to have any intention of doing it, the masters of the list were even more silent, and they naturally didn't dare to attack.

From their point of view, it was enough to force all the top players to dare not take up the fight, causing chaos in the chivalrous gate~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and even the red-clothed woman who secretly calculated that the chivalrous king Yun Haitian was already a top player.

But such a master was just shot to death, how could they dare to take the initiative to make trouble?

An Qisheng's movements were fast, or in other words, there were not many comments, so he quickly glanced at everyone one by one.

His thoughts are so tyrannical now that he doesn't even need to concentrate when he falls into a dream. He can see his general life at a glance and comment on a person every time his mental imprint is formed.

The distance from west to east is only a thousand feet, and within a moment, I have already understood the lives of nearly 2,000 people present.

huh~

At this point, An Qisheng stopped and responded lightly to Yun Dongliu's question:

"This time, there are one hundred and thirty-six people in front of the door, three hundred and twenty-one birds, and two hundred and seventy-two beasts."

Without waiting for Yun Dongliu to reply, he turned to look at the rest of the people:

"The rest are not as good as beasts!"