Battling Records of the Chosen One

After calming down, Lin can't help but raise his eyebrows: "Why do you think that I can find the ‘predecessor’ you said?”

There is a strange color between the red-striped women's looks: "Because Jin Hao once told me that Xiaoyou is from Fangzhongshan."

Fang inch mountain!

Lin Xun’s black skull flashed and said: “You continue to say.”

It is not surprising that Kim Min Jang can see that he is related to the square inch road system. What is strange is why he told thousands of swords and flowers?

The red-haired woman took another breath and tried to calm herself, and then she looked awkward:

"The predecessor who taught me the Taoist industry came from Fang Congshan. The road number was 'Snow Cliff' and it was ranked 19th in the Fang Cunshan."

"He...should be a brother of a small friend!"

When the voice fell, Lin Xun couldn't help but lie there, opening up the wisdom for the thousands of swords and flowers, and preaching the predecessors of the Taoist industry, actually his own 19th brother?

Think about it, today's thousands of swords and flowers have already become the emperor!

How high is the cultivation of the 19th brother of his own?

"Xuankong’s brother said, I have obtained the avenue without a terminal tower, and I have the same 'daodao', which is equivalent to being the descendant recognized by the owner of Fang Xiangshan. It is ranked 50th, but the key is... myself is now I have only seen Xuankong’s brothers... Don’t talk about the owner of Fang’s Mountain, and even Fang Fangshan doesn’t know where he is...”

Lin searched for a moment of meditation.

Xuankong's brother, it is the mysterious ghost king. In the smashing city in the sacred field of "Fo Tu Tu Fan", it was the mysterious ghost king who told Lin to find some things about Fang Congshan.

However, the experience of these years of practice has made Lin Xun very rarely touched on things related to Fang Fangshan.

This made him suddenly hear about the things related to the "Snow Cliff" of the 19th brother, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of ignorance.

Obviously, the red-selling woman has already identified him as the younger brother of "Snow Cliff" and the descendant of Fang-Chengshan.

"What do you want me to do after I find the brother of Snow Cliff?"

For a long time, Lin Xun was asked out loud, whether he admits it or not, he has an inseparable relationship with Fang Congshan.

For example, the avenue in his hand has no terminal tower, which is the Fangzhongshan town weighting device.

As he practices the battle against the Holy Law, it is one of the "Nine Laws" of Fang Congshan Township!

The red-haired woman took out a bamboo sword that was only seven inches long and one finger wide.

The bamboo sword has been yellowed and has an old-fashioned atmosphere. It is engraved with the ancient characters of "Wearing Snow".

The red dress woman holds the sword in her hands, with a trace of piety between the eyebrows, and earnestly said: "I want to return this sword to the predecessors of the snow cliff. The predecessors of the snow cliff once said that he has a goodbye to the day, this sword is a token. ”

Listen to the snow bamboo sword!

The red-spotted woman’s heart is really reluctant.

She also clearly remembers that 160,000 years ago, she was still a small and incomprehensible grass.

Timid, embarrassed, lonely and helpless.

Can only hide in the cracks of the rock, secretly eat the Xia Dew, every time you have to be scared for a long time, because as long as there is a monster close, it will be regarded as a dish.

It’s been like this for many years. In a night of thunder and lightning, the night that caused her to worry most, it happened.

A huge spot of money and a big demon suddenly appeared, and the huge mountain-like body appeared so horrible and fierce in the thunder and lightning night.

She didn't have time to dodge, and she was stared at by the demon.

Until now, she remembers how desperate, ignorant and helpless she was at that moment, just as the shadow of death has covered.

There is a big horror between life and death.

She vowed at that time, if anyone can save himself this time, this life will be rewarded with his own life, never regret it!

It seems that I heard her voice, or perhaps the smell of the demon is too arrogant and fierce, causing the attention of a monk passing by.

It was a man with a wide-sleeved Confucian robe and a crowned man. He mastered a book, just like a scholar, and walked in the night of heavy rain and thunder.

His manners are slender and his eyes are gentle and clear.

At that moment, she suddenly felt that all the despair, helplessness, and ignorance in her heart were gone, just like seeing a touch of sunshine, tearing the night and rain, shining into the night, bringing a kind of indescribable Warm and bright.

Then, the enchanting man was lifted in his hand and shook his head and smiled: "The fierceness is mad, you can step on the demon to correct the road, and advise you to pay attention to a little intelligence, and there is a chance to prove."

The enchanting turned into a human form, squatting three times, seemingly expressing the grace of the point, and then disappearing into the night.

The young man crouched down and his eyes softened. He looked at her and said, "You are a pitiful little flower. What is rare is that although there is no wisdom, there is a heart for the Tao. If it is seen by me, it will open for you. Intellect, the profession, let you not be afraid of it since then."

The voice, like the flowing water of the stream, infiltrated the heart of the field, so that she could not forget it in her life, until now I still believe that this is the warmest voice I have heard in my life.

Later, the youth left, and when they left, they took out a pair of ordinary green bamboos and cut them into swords. They engraved the word "listen to the snow"...

This is to listen to the snow bamboo sword, but also become an innocent year, the red dress woman is most concerned about an item, like a heart-like meat.

Later, she realized that the gentle, uplifting and chic young man of Confucianism was the 19th descendant of Fang Congshan.

Snow cliff!

......

Gazing at the red dress woman for a moment, Lin Xun finally refused, took over the bamboo sword, slightly detailed, said:

"I can't guarantee whether I can see the 19th brother in the future, but as long as I see it, I will hand it over to him."

The red-haired woman is excited: "So good, so it's good!"

Today, she is already the peak of a real place, the strength of the foundation and strength, enough to tremble in the world.

But at this time, she is as excited and happy as a girl.

"Little friend, my name is Ling Yu, I will definitely repay your kindness in the future."

The red-haired woman took a deep breath and said with excitement in her heart.

Lin seeks: "I don't ask for your resignation. I only hope that you will stay in this period of the Great Wall of the Imperial Palace. You have to reproduce the incident."

The red-haired woman named Ling Yu nodded without hesitation.

......

On this day, Mr. Shen sent off for Lin Xun. Before leaving, he could not help but ask: "Little friends, what are you going to do after you go back?"

Lin looked for a move in his heart and said: "Predecessors, do you think that with my current power, I will go to the sunset valley, will I be in danger?"

He is going to save the spirit of the innocent spirit bow!

However, the sunset valley is the old nest of Jin Wu, so Lin Xun does not dare to despise.

Mr. Shen’s look is complicated. It’s probably guessing Lin’s trip. It’s destined to have nothing to do with visiting. It’s very likely to be revenge.

After thinking about it, Mr. Shen said: "The strong imperialism of Jinwu Yimai is now also serving in the Great Wall of the Imperial Palace. However, according to my speculation, in the valley of the sunset, there must be a saint king sitting in the town, with your present strength. Unless you step into the sacred sacred place, you may not be afraid of Jinwu."

Lin searched for black and flashing and nodded.

"Xiaoyou, although Jinwu Yimai is fierce, it can be regarded as a force that cannot be ignored in my ancient wilderness, and there have been several emperors in this family. Nowadays, they are practicing on the ancient roads. If you and They are against the enemy..."

After waiting for Mr. Shen to finish, Lin Xun laughed: "Predecessors are relieved, I am just going to save a ‘friend’ who was suppressed in the Tanggu Valley.”

Mr. Shen sighed in his heart, he may not be clear, with the fierce and madness of Jin Wuyi, may you hand over Lin to find that "friend"?

However, he is not much advised about this matter.

Not long after, a moving large array, opened in the Yang Guan, came to Lin for the trip, not only Mr. Shen, but also a lot of old monsters such as Silence, Mrs. Wood, and Ling Zizi.

The red-haired woman’s spiritual feather is also there.

"You seniors, leave!"

Lin searched for a big battle and bowed his hand.

"Kid, take care!"

"There will be opportunities in the future, let me see more."

"Little friends, see you again next time, we will play again."

Qi Lian, Mrs. Mu, Ling Xiaozi and others all smiled and opened their mouths.

Hey~

With a strange wave of volatility, Lin Xun's figure suddenly disappeared from the big array.

For a time, everyone's mood was a little fluctuating.

Lin Xun, who arrived in the Imperial Great Wall for less than three months, brought them too many surprises and shocks.

Everyone knows that such a young man, as long as he does not suffer, will be destined to be above them on the road.

"Mo愁 is ignorant of the road ahead, and no one in the world knows the king."

Mr. Shen took the hand on his back and opened his mouth.

On this day, recently, Lin Xun, who has already been named Zhendiguan Great Wall, has set foot on the journey back to the ancient wilderness area and left.

Some people even secretly rejoiced, if they sent away a god, because since Lin Xun arrived at the Great Wall of the Imperial Palace, there was too much blood and turmoil.

Qiu Laodao and other quasi-emperor figures were killed, and Liangu Liangqu was suppressed for 10,000 years. This is really chilling.

Nowadays, this "sacred god"-like junior has finally left, so many old monsters have a sense of relief.

It seems that if Lin asked to stay there again, it would be like a disaster.

......

Ancient wasteland, Shenji Pavilion.

Hey~

Along with the strange fluctuations of Lin Biao, Lin Xun's figure appeared on the altar in a secret world of Shenji Pavilion.

Lin looked at him and saw the old man wearing a coat and a hat, sitting cross-legged and keeping his eyes closed.

"I have seen my predecessors."

Lin sought to walk down the altar, Christine.

This trip to the Great Wall of the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty allowed him to see the many styles of the Quasi-Emperor. With such contrast, he became more and more aware of how unpredictable this old-fashioned cultivation is. One can't exist!

The old man did not say anything, his face was silent, like a clay sculpture, with no reaction.

I’m not surprised, I don’t have to say more, turn around and go far.

Until his back disappeared, and he kept his eyes closed, he sighed: "The road of this son, the murder is heavy, and I don’t know how much tempering to go through in the future, so that I can rise to the emperor and embark on the ancient times. An unprecedented path..."

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(Second later ~)