With Bai Wuchen lifting his right hand, the farce caused by Lin Yanli also ended.
Lin Yanli put his hands on his hips and his waist was straight, enjoying the glory that attracted thousands of people.
The woman in the skirt prepared early on the platform handed over the two items in the storage bag to Lin Yanli.
One is the spiritual treasure of the semi-immortal soldier order handed over by Quzhe of Thousand Demon Sect, and the other is the Geng Jin Stone of the Lingpu Sect.
Lin Yanli held the Geng Jinshi in his hand, weighed it twice and put it in the storage bag. She looked up at Bai Wuchen and said quietly: "What did you say just now? You can stand at the top of the world without much effort, you know
I have suffered so much, I am less self-pitying. Some people may have a higher starting point. Looking at the entire world of practice, there are many grassroots monks."
"Even if Jiang Wanli, who was a skilled practitioner, was just an ordinary girl in the fishing village back then."
Lin Yanli snorted lightly, walked past Bai Wuchen with his steps, and gently patted Bai Wuchen's shoulder with his hand and said earnestly: "No one can stand at the top of the world of cultivation without hard work, do more and more
Practice, read less and think less. As for this, you should do it yourself!"
Bai Wuchen's lips moved slightly, and he swallowed his words when he reached his mouth.
Lin Yanli suddenly remembered something, turned around suddenly, walked to Bai Wuchen, tiptoed and said with his ears: "I'm only ten years old now, I'm eleven in a few months, how about it? Is there a
I feel a sense of depression, don’t worry, your senior brothers and sisters will be bought by others later!”
Bai Wuchen looked at Lin Yanli's pride and asked carefully: "Who else wants to ask the Sword Spirit Puppet Sect?"
Lin Yanli narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to point at the rostrum.
Bai Wuchen looked up and saw a handsome man carrying a long sword imitating Lin Yanli to raise his middle finger to the old man surnamed Xu of Lingpu Sect and shouted: "Xiao Luan from Sanqingmen asks Jianlingpu Sect here, I want it
Fight ten!"
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Traveling north, the mountains and rivers are far away, and the clouds are vast.
After crossing more than ten mountains in the clouds, the ferry boat clearly felt the hot flash.
This is the edge of the central China. Looking down from the ferry, it is flat.
At the northernmost point, two mountains fall across the central territory of China. Between the two mountains, there is a black city tower with thousands of miles long.
This is Mutian City!
After seeing the magnificent long line, the ferry slowly lowered its speed and finally slowly drove into the Xianjia Ferry in Mutian City.
As soon as the ferry entered the ferry, several meteorites fell from the sky.
An old man in the ferry suddenly rose, and a yellow light appeared in his palms, and he threw the meteorite ten miles away.
"Old man Zhou, it's well received!" Someone on the ferry cheered.
The old man surnamed Zhou snorted lightly, grinned and smiled at the person below, "Is there any more to say?"
Before he was happy, a flying sword penetrated the old man's head, and together with the Nascent Soul, it was shattered by the sword energy.
The old man's body fell into the lake water, splashing huge waves, and circles of ripples spread around, and finally returned to calm without a trace.
In the ferry, everyone was shocked and could not believe that Old Man Zhou, who was chatting and laughing with them these days, died just like that.
A big hand pressed down on the ferry, scaring a group of low-level monks to curl up with their heads in their arms.
At this time, a sword light soared into the sky, instantly shattering the big hand. Then the sword energy turned into a blue eagle and galloped northward, catching up with the transformed monster who had attacked. He waved the long sword in his hand, and counted
The Dao Sword Light slashed the transformed monster to the ground.
On the roof was a gentleman wearing a Confucian robe. He raised his hands and snow-white words all over his body formed poems and essays, floating and falling, turning into shackles to capture the giant monster into the black tower in the distance.
"This monster is so hiding magical powers. I have been searching for it for several months but haven't found its trace. Today, I can't help but appear. Thank you for your sword to help me!"
The Xianjia Ferry is located at the last side, so there will be no danger. The old man surnamed Zhou met a giant monster who had been dormant in the city for a long time as soon as he got off the ferry. It was really unlucky!
Chen Moshui's eyes were cold and he was too lazy to talk nonsense. He stepped on a sword light to the top of Beichu City.
He glanced at the old man in Huacan beside him, slowly drew his sword from his arms, "Who is it?"
The old man with a flower crown raised his mouth and his thin fingers were facing the sky and the plump woman sitting on the throne.
"good!"
In the attic in the sky, two old men made a fuss.
Kong Gu looked at Chen Moshui who suddenly appeared on the top of the city, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, saying, "You seem to have a few amazing people."
Lin Qingxuan fell into his hand, defeating Kong Gu with one hand, and said calmly: "I will defeat one son first."
Chen Moshui drew his sword and looked at the beautiful woman sitting on the throne in the distance and slashed out a sword. The two of them were dozens of miles apart, but they seemed to be close to them.
The sword light cut through the sky and arrived in an instant.
The next second, a red line appeared on the beautiful woman's neck, and blood was dripping from her body, and the seductive head fell down.
When the monks on the city tower saw this scene, they all looked at the young man who came from the city.
There was a tall building in the distance, with spiritual energy flowing, dazzling and twelve floors each. A female monk came from the eleventh floor to carry a sword, came to Chen Moshui, bowed with her hands, and said, "Second Brother."
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Chen Moshui nodded silently and said softly: "Isn't it worthy of the twelfth floor?"
Chen Qiuyu looked ashamed and said weakly: "It was me who lowered the number of layers of the Buddha."
The Flying Sword Tower has twelve floors. As for the grade of the Four Swords of the Futu, it should be on the twelve floor. However, the twelve floor monks are all old sword cultivators who have been famous for the fifth realm for a long time. The flying sword has a great killing power.
Chen Qiuyu's cultivation is indeed hard to distinguish at the twelfth level.
"Young junior sister, don't be discouraged. You are only one opportunity away from the fifth realm. When I and my senior brother find that opportunity for you!"
After saying that, Chen Moshui's eyes condensed, and his sword intent locked on the throne in heaven.
The beautiful woman who was sitting on the throne and was cut off by his sword, had a head at some point, and she looked like a new look.
Hua Gu touched the scar on his neck, patted the surging waves, and laughed and said: It's so dangerous, I almost asked you to kill it with one sword! What a handsome young man, I really made me feel moved by my heart.
What's the point of fighting and killing? Come here, I will make you feel comfortable and drunk..."
Before he finished speaking, a water mirror appeared behind Hua Gui, and a sword light fell, and Hua Gui's head fell into the yellow sand below.
"Teaching on my junior brother? I'm afraid I'm living too long." Gu Xuanbei suddenly appeared beside Chen Moshui with his sword in his hand, his eyes narrowed, and his words were a little cold.
The monks around looked at the two young men standing on the top of the city and talked a lot.
"Why did Gu Xuanbei and Chen Moshui come to Mutiancheng? Seeing these two guys, I feel uncomfortable."
"What if he doesn't matter, as long as he can kill the monster, I have endured that big monster with a charming voice for a long time. I was really happy to see her head flying around."
Another head was born on Hua Gui, and he stared at Gu Xuanbei and Chen Moshui with anger, "Can you wait for my words to finish!"