The Great Tao Chronicle

scare!

Li Ling was so frightened that he shivered all over, jumped up, and was about to run away.

She secretly hated in her heart, and at the same time she ran away, she didn't forget to take a hard look at the little **** with short hair and a slick face.

What is this place?

King Power Down the Mountain!

If she disturbed others, how could she escape?

Among the people who came to greet him during the day, there was a master of Qi pulse.

"what?"

Yun Dongliu's eyes condensed, and a long knife came out of his body as he stepped, and the light of the knife slashed across the sky like a piece of training:

"go back!"

The long knife hummed, the cold air swept across, and the grass and trees fell within a dozen feet, and the light of the knife rose like a wave, wave after wave, forcing Li Ling back.

"Step aside!"

Li Ling gritted his teeth away, raised his hands, and like a goddess scattered flowers, he swayed a large amount of gray medicinal powder, and the internal force swelled, and it was already blown to the east of the cloud.

She condensed several Qi meridians, and the infuriating energy had already condensed. This time, the medicinal powder swayed several dozen meters away.

If you want to chase her, you have to carry this wave of medicine powder.

"A strong aphrodisiac??"

The corner of Yun Dongliu's mouth twitched, and he stepped back while holding Liu Ming.

After condensing his true qi, except for some rare poisons, he was invulnerable to all poisons, but aphrodisiacs were not poisons.

Even if the Qi pulse is not careful, it will be hit.

Not to mention, there is also a little monk.

If Liu Ming was recruited, he would have no face to see Daoist Wang Quan.

Forced to retreat Yun Dongliu, Li Ling rolled on the spot to avoid the wicked sword energy, and was about to run away.

Don't want to, a cold humming sound exploded in her ears:

"Who dares to come to Wangquan Mountain to be presumptuous!"

A cold hum.

In the brightly lit Wenxin Hall, a white shadow burst out, its speed was extremely fast, the air seemed to be torn apart between the steps, and in the blink of an eye, it had already spanned hundreds of meters across the night.

Amidst the howling wind, he stood a hundred feet in front of Li Ling with his hands behind his back.

"Fan Zimin"

Li Ling's heart sank, and she already recognized that the figure in white was the one she had seen in the daytime, Fan Zimin, a master of the Earth Ranking.

"Oh it's you."

Fan Zimin raised his chin slightly and his face was cold:

"The Daoist spares your life, but you still dare to escape? Are you going back by yourself, or do you want me to do it?"

Li Ling forced a smile: "What did the senior say? The little girl just saw the beautiful moonlight tonight and went out for a walk, how dare you run?"

She was in a hurry.

She turned around and walked towards Wang Quanshan. After taking two steps, she stopped again, looked back at Liuming who was being carried by Yun Dongliu, and asked with a smile:

"Little brother, what's your name?"

She hates.

She has learned a very wonderful sneaking method. The reason why she was able to sneak into the chivalrous door last time was also thanks to this secret method, and she was able to escape down the mountain this time.

Unexpectedly, it was discovered by this kid.

"Good talk!"

Liu Ming broke free from Yun Dongliu's wrist, coughed lightly on the ground, took a good posture, and said lightly, "Young master can change his name, sit or change his surname, his surname is Sun Mingen, old lady, you can remember it!"

old woman?

Li Ling's breathing was stagnant, so he didn't bite his tongue.

Take a deep look at Liu Ming:

"Is it Sun En? My mother remembers you!"

After all, he walked up the mountain obediently.

slap~

Yun Dongliu slapped the back of his head as he slapped him, scolding "slick head" before thinking about Fan Zimin and slapped his hands:

"Thank you Brother Fan for your shot."

Fan Zimin also folded his hands, with a smile on his face:

"This little lady is not the opponent of Brother Yun, but the people are abrupt."

After speaking, he paused and said, "I don't know if I'm going to ask Brother Yun."

"Don't bear the burden!"

Yun Dongliu's face was a little strange.

When he left the mountain last time, he was stopped by Fan Zimin, who insisted that he help him hand over some manuscripts to some storytellers, and also asked him to give money.

He had heard about giving money to people to tell stories, and most of them were young heroes who made their names for themselves.

And the manuscripts that Fan Zimin handed over to him were full of deeds touting the king's power and the Taoist priest. Seven of them were true, three were anecdotal, and some were exaggerated.

It made him look a little stunned.

"So, thank you Brother Yun."

Fan Zimin smiled more warmly.

At the gate of Wang Quan Dao, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes flashed across the night like electricity, illuminating the entire house.

His perception spreads for dozens of miles, and the entire Wangquan Mountain is within his perception range. He can naturally perceive what happens under the mountain.

Whether it was Sun En's departure or Li Ling's escape, he could see clearly.

"Dragon Sparrow"

An Qisheng's eyes fell back, and the scattered ray of divine light converged.

He naturally knew why Sun En left. It was only because the Dragon Sparrow Knife sensed the breath of the Dragon King Armor, or sensed danger, and urged Sun En to leave.

Although Sun En's resolve is stronger than that of ordinary children, he is still a child after all.

His own existence must be an extremely dangerous existence in the perception of the Dragon Sparrow Sword, which has not yet fully recovered.

It is reasonable to run away.

huh~

He lifted the Dragon King armor on his knees.

Above the gray armor, there was now a subtle red-golden light.

That ray of red gold looked insignificant compared to the entire armor, but the appearance of this ray of light represented his success in refining the Dragon King armor.

Dafeng's two-hundred-year national fortune training was not ineffective, nor was it wiped out by the will of the Dragon King Armor in a short period of time.

This is what it was meant to be.

"If this is the case every day, it can be refined in thirteen years."

An Qisheng touched the red gold on the edge of the armor, his tentacles were cold and hot:

"It would be better if it lasted longer"

Compared with the magic weapon itself, the martial arts essence and fighting instinct of the soldiers of the past dynasties are more important to him.

Compared with building a car with closed eyes, it is naturally better to have an opponent to prove it.

As his martial arts became more and more sophisticated, the only person in the world who could be his opponent was the soldier master, but at this time the soldier master was still small, and it was not enough for him to fight with a little finger.

Therefore, the gods and gods are very useful to him.

For him, the battle of divine will is the same as the real battle, because his control of the physical body is meticulous, and his actions and thoughts are infinitely convergent.

Unfortunately, the Dragon King Armor couldn't last long.

Stroking the dragon king's armor that was cold and hot like magma, An Qisheng couldn't help thinking of Pang Wanyang.

He still has divine soldiers to reflect, and there may be soldiers in the future, but Pang Wanyang is truly invincible.

Sitting on the top of the snow-capped mountains for 40 years, the world is invincible.

How boring would that be.

The thought was fleeting, and he closed his eyes again, his spirit flowed, and he probed for the Dragon King Armor again.

The room was dark again, except for the faint sound of breathing, there was no strange sound.

No one knows that the Taoist who sits cross-legged in meditation has not stopped for a while, and is experiencing a thrilling battle.

the next days.

It seemed to be calm again.

Every day, An Qisheng still rises at sunrise and rests at sunset. During the day, he sometimes gathers medicinal herbs in the deep mountains, and takes a look at Bai Xian'er, Li Ling and others who are breaking rocks in the deep mountains.

After that, he instructed the three disciples. Outside, he gave lectures at Wenxin Hall, and discussed the essence of Taoist possessions with many disciples.

In the rest of the world, or sitting on the top of the mountain to watch the ebb and flow of the sea of ​​​​clouds, it is to go to Yangxiaotang to listen to a story, and taste whether the skills of the cooks who have been taught have improved.

In the rest of the time, in addition to dreaming and comprehending hundreds of martial arts, it is to use the military masters in the Dragon King's armor as opponents to polish his martial arts and martial arts.

In addition, it is Han Chang Palace, who will communicate with him in letters every half month.

Han Changgong was enthroned as king, and he was trembling every day, and was entangled in many political affairs. Fortunately, he was in the body of the gods, and his energy was extremely strong, so he would not be in a hurry.

But this was the case, he also came to write every letter and asked An Qisheng about various things.

The founding of a sect is not that easy, let alone a sect that needs to be prosperous and influence the world.

Even if he had seen something in the old monk Yixiu's dream, it was by no means easy.

A complete set of martial arts requires a complete set of systems, or, alternatively, culture.

There are many monks in Huangjue Temple, but it is because of this principle that they take Buddhism as their foundation.

Martial arts, Fadu, and Taoist possession, these are the three thresholds that An Qisheng set for the way of kingship.

After reading the Dao Zang Ming and understanding the essence, understanding the law and agreeing with it, only then can the martial arts be taught.

Naturally, he would not say that it was because he had not yet summed up the complete martial arts.

In addition to martial arts, Fang Zongmen's continuation of the industry, the medicine pills he needs, all need to be considered by him.

He went to the mountain not only to understand nature, but also to taste all kinds of herbs, and he wanted to summarize the materials that were easy to find and the most powerful medicinal herbs.

Opening up mountains and breaking rocks is not only for the migration and consolidation of the qi of the veins, but also for the mine veins and cultivated land.

He founded the sect, not to cultivate a group of vampires who use martial arts to be self-sufficient, it is very important.

He has the method of dreaming, and he is a good pill furnace. He can distinguish all the medicinal pills from the pills he has eaten. It has only been half a year. Nourishes the spirit, qi and blood.

Even to polish the muscles and bones and other prescriptions.

He also finally let him practice one side, a great pill that can increase Jiazi's internal strength, and was named Wang Quan Pill.

On the contrary, it is martial arts, because he has learned too much, but the progress is not very fast.

Until the expiration of the three-year period, when the first batch of disciples of Wenxintang really worshipped the sect of Wangquan Dao.

It was only when he watched the sun, the moon, and the shortage ~www.wuxiaspot.com~.

There is no perfect martial arts in the world, and he immediately passed down the prototype of martial arts formed by combining the martial arts of the two worlds and countless martial arts essences.

He didn't have a name, but Fan Zimin, who gave him the name "Wangquan Dao".

Since then, the foundation of the way of kingship has been laid.

Although there were only 1,500 people who really worshipped under the sect of Wangquan, most of the rest were still in the Wenxin Hall, but compared to the previous one, it was no longer the same.

Compared with An Qisheng's slow pace, time flies much faster.

Time goes by like a shuttle, the sun rises and sets, the moon rises and the moon disappears, cold and summer come and go, and in the blink of an eye, the battle between Han Hai and Pang Wanyang will make him number one in the world.

Five years have passed.

This year is the eighth year that he has come to Jiufujie.

He is also a Taoist with royal power, a hundred years old!