Great Dao Ji

scare!

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

She secretly hated him, and while running away, she didn't forget to take a hard look at the little bastard with short hair and a greasy face.

What is this place?

At the foot of King Quan Mountain!

If she alerted others, how could she escape?

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

"Huh?"

Yun Dongliu's eyes narrowed, and the long sword came out of his body as he stepped forward. The light of the sword slashed through the air like a sword:

"go back!"

The long knife buzzed, and the cold air swept across. All the vegetation within ten feet fell, and the light of the knife surged like waves, one after another, forcing Li Ling to retreat.

"Get out of the way!"

Li Ling gritted his teeth and got out of the way, raised his hands, and like a goddess scattering flowers, she spread out a large amount of gray medicinal powder. With a surge of internal energy, it was blown towards Yundong.

She condensed several Qi meridians, and her true Qi had already been condensed. With this surge, the medicinal powder spread dozens of feet.

If you want to chase her, you must survive this wave of medicinal powder.

"Strong aphrodisiac??"

Yun Dongliu twitched the corner of his mouth and walked backwards with Liu Ming in hand.

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

Even the Qi pulse can be affected by accident.

Not to mention, he was carrying a little monk.

If Liu Ming was tricked, he would have no shame in meeting Taoist Priest Wang Quan.

Forced to retreat from Yundongliu, Li Ling rolled on the spot to avoid the vicious sword energy and was about to run away.

Unexpectedly, a cold snort sounded in her ears:

"Who dares to come to Wangquan Mountain and act recklessly!"

A cold snort.

In the brightly lit Wenxin Hall, a white shadow sprang out. Its speed was extremely fast, and the air seemed to be torn apart between steps. In the blink of an eye, it had already crossed hundreds of feet of night.

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

"Fan Zimin"

Li Ling's heart sank, and he recognized the figure in white clothes as the one he had seen during the day, the master of the Earth Ranking, Fan Zimin.

"It turns out to be you."

Fan Zimin raised his chin slightly, his expression cold:

"Master Dao, spare your life, but you still dare to escape? Do you want to go 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 she run away?"

She was furious.

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

"Little brother, what's your name?"

She hates it.

She has learned an extremely wonderful sneaking method. The reason why she was able to sneak into the Chivalry Sect last time was thanks to this secret method, and she was able to escape down the mountain this time.

But he didn't expect to be discovered by this kid.

"Easy to say!"

Liu Ming broke free from Yun Dongliu's wrist, coughed lightly as he landed, and said calmly, "I don't want to change my name, but I don't want to change my surname. My surname is Sun Ming'en. Old lady, please remember it!"

Old woman?

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

He took a deep look at Liu Ming:

"Sun En, right? I remember you!"

After that, he walked up the mountain obediently.

Pa~

Yun Dongliu slapped him on the back of the head, scolded him as "slippery" and then raised his hand to Fan Zimin:

"Thank you Brother Fan for taking the initiative."

Fan Zimin also handed over his hand, with a smile on his face:

"This little lady is no match for Brother Yun, but the people are rude."

As he said that, he paused and said, "I don't know what I have to ask of Brother Yun."

"Live up to the trust!"

There was something strange on Yun Dongliu's face.

When he left the mountain last time, he was stopped by Fan Zimin, who insisted that he help him deliver some manuscripts to some storytellers, and also told him to pay him.

He had heard of people being paid to tell stories, mostly by young heroes who were just starting out to make a name for themselves.

And the manuscript that Fan Zimin handed over to him was full of praise for Taoist Priest Wang Quan's deeds, of which 70% were true, 30% were hearsay, and some were exaggerated.

What he saw made him speechless.

"So, thank you, Brother Yun."

Fan Zimin smiled even more warmly.

At the gate of Wangquan Road, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing across the night like lightning, illuminating the entire house.

His perception spreads for dozens of miles, and the entire King Quan Mountain is within the scope of his perception. He can naturally detect what happens under the mountain.

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

"Dragon Bird Knife"

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

He naturally knew why Sun En left, but it was simply that Longque Dao sensed the aura of the Dragon King's armor, or sensed danger, so he urged Sun En to leave.

Although Sun En is more determined than ordinary children, he is still a child after all. Armed with the Dragon Bird Sword, it is his instinct to seek good fortune and avoid evil.

His own existence must be an extremely dangerous existence in the perception of Longque Dao, who has not yet fully recovered.

It is reasonable to run away.

Phew~

He lifted the Dragon King Armor on his lap.

On the originally gray armor, there was now a subtle red-gold light.

That ray of red gold seemed insignificant compared to the entire armor, but the appearance of this ray of light represented that he had succeeded in refining the Dragon King's armor.

The two hundred years of national development training in Dafeng are not without effect, nor will they be wiped out by Dragon King Kai's will in a short period of time.

This is what should be done.

"If you do this every day, you can refine it in thirteen years."

An Qisheng touched the red-gold color on the edge of the armor, which was cold to the touch and hot at the same time:

"If you can hold on longer, it will be better."

Compared to the magic weapon itself, the martial arts essence and fighting instincts of the successive weapon masters are more important to him.

It is better to have an opponent to verify it than to build a car with your eyes closed.

As his martial arts became more and more profound, the only one who could be his opponent in the world was the weapon master. However, at this time, the weapon masters were still young, and even if they were tied together, they would not be enough for his little finger to hit.

Therefore, the divine weapon of heaven and man was very useful to him.

For him, the battle of divine will was the same as the real battle, because he had a meticulous control over his body, and his movements and thoughts were infinitely similar and unified.

Unfortunately, the Dragon King Armor could not hold on for long.

Touching the Dragon King Armor that was cold yet hot like magma, An Qisheng couldn't help but think of Pang Wanyang.

He still had the Heavenly Man Divine Weapon to reflect on, and there might be a Weapon Master in the future, but Pang Wanyang was truly invincible.

Sitting on the top of the snow mountain for forty years, he was invincible in the world.

How boring that would be.

The thought flashed by, and he closed his eyes again, his mind flowing, and he reached out to the Dragon King Armor again.

The room was dark again, and there was no other sound except the faint breathing.

No one knew that the Taoist sitting cross-legged in meditation was actually not at peace at all, and was experiencing a thrilling battle.

The following days.

It seemed to have returned to peace.

An Qisheng still got up at sunrise and rested at sunset every day. During the day, he sometimes went to the mountains to collect herbs and looked at Bai Xian'er, Li Ling and others who were breaking rocks in the mountains.

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

The rest of the time, he would sit quietly on the top of the mountain and watch the ebb and flow of the sea of ​​clouds, or go to Yangxiao Hall to listen to a story, and taste the cooking skills of the chefs he had taught to see if they had improved.

In the remaining time, in addition to experiencing the martial arts of hundreds of schools in dreams, he would hone his martial arts and martial arts with the successive military masters in Dragon King Armor as opponents.

In addition, there was Han Changgong, who would exchange letters with him every half a month.

Han Changgong ascended the throne as king, and he was trembling with fear every day, and was entangled in many political affairs. Fortunately, he was a divine body with extremely strong energy, so he was not in a hurry.

But even so, he often wrote letters to An Qisheng to ask about various things.

It is not so easy to establish a sect, let alone a sect that is prosperous and can influence the world.

Even if he had seen something in the dream of the old monk Yixiu, it was not an easy task.

A complete set of martial arts must also have a complete set of systems, or culture.

There are many martial monks in Huangjue Temple, but why they take Buddhism as their foundation is because of this reason.

Martial arts, laws, and Taoist scriptures, these are the three thresholds set by An Qisheng for the way of kingship.

Read the Taoist scriptures to understand the essence, understand the laws and agree with them, and then, martial arts can be taught.

He naturally would not say that it was because he had not yet summarized the complete martial arts.

In addition to martial arts, the industry of the continuation of a sect and the elixir needed are all things he needs to consider.

He went into the mountains not only to comprehend nature, but also to taste all kinds of herbs, in order to summarize an elixir that is easy to find and can best increase internal strength.

Opening mountains and breaking rocks is not only for the migration and gathering of the earth veins, but also for mineral veins and cultivated land.

He founded a sect not to train a group of vampires who use martial arts to commit crimes, but to be self-sufficient.

He has the ability to enter dreams, and he is a good elixir furnace. He has eaten elixirs before, and can distinguish all the pharmacological elixir recipes. In just half a year, he has summarized the recipes for treating internal injuries, connecting muscles and bones, increasing internal strength, nourishing the spirit, and blood.

He even has prescriptions for polishing muscles and bones.

He finally made a big elixir that can increase internal strength by 100 years, which was named Wang Quan Dan.

On the contrary, because he learned too many things, his progress in martial arts was not very fast.

It was not until the end of three years that the first batch of disciples of Wenxin Hall really worshipped Wang Quan Dao.

He watched the waxing and waning of the sun and the moon, and then he suddenly realized it.

There is no perfect martial arts in the world, and then he passed down the prototype of martial arts that he combined the martial arts of the two worlds and countless martial arts essences.

He did not name it, but Fan Zimin gave it the name "Wang Quan Dao".

Since then, the foundation of Wang Quan Dao has been established.

Although there are only 1,500 people who have truly become Wang Quan Dao disciples, and most of the others are still in the Questioning Heart Hall, it is no longer the same as before when they were alone.

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

Years pass by like a shuttle, the sun rises and sets, the moon waxes and wanes, the seasons change, and in a blink of an eye, Han Hai is about to fight with Pang Wanyang and become the best in the world.

Five years have passed.

This year is his eighth year in Jiu Fu Jie.

It is also Wang Quan Dao's 100th birthday!

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