crossing with green hills

In addition, they thought they were men, and they had already lost their skin when they argued with Qiu Qianchi before.

If it makes trouble at this moment, it will be a bit "depreciated".

Therefore, he turned a blind eye to his crazy behavior.

Only Sun Buer, who is also a woman, has no scruples, still remembers the grievances just now, and can't help but sneer, "Since ancient times, geomantic omens have taken turns, and everything is in the heart of the Tao. Some things should not be judged in advance. Laugh at the end." Be the winner, so as not to embarrass and increase the laughing stock."

"You...!" Qiu Qianchi was furious, struggling to get up, but his legs were weak, his body was severely injured, and he couldn't move, so he could only grit his teeth secretly and glared at each other.

Uneasy after all.

I don't know when, the dissipated clouds and mist on the top of the mountain gathered again, misty and dense, under the old pine tree, beside the brown mountain stone.

The breeze blew gently, and in the blink of an eye, the man in Tsing Yi appeared again.

Standing facing the wind, with blue hair fluttering, compared to just now, there is suddenly a dark yellow, six inch high, finely carved small tripod at the waist.

If Qiu Qianchi was here, he would be able to recognize it at a glance. This is the sacred wood king tripod that she and Qiu Qianren regard as treasures.

Now, it has changed hands and has fallen into the hands of the people in Tsing Yi.

Condescending, Li Tiansheng watched with cold eyes. Ying Gu, who had vented her depression and hatred for decades, watched her strike Baihui acupoint on the top of Qiu Qianren's head without hesitation under the dumbstruck eyes of everyone.

It was fast and ruthless, which caught everyone off guard.

"Second Brother! Ah~~!"

Witnessing the tragic death of the last relative in front of his eyes, Qiu Qianchi, who was only in his early twenties, was defeated in an instant, his mind was completely lost, his expression was mad, he roared to the sky, and his voice was hoarse.

The pain of bereavement is probably a pain that most people in this world cannot bear.

Everything happened too fast.

Qiu Qianren's consciousness gradually blurred, and at the last moment of his life dissipating, he recalled the past.

He regrets it!

If 20 years ago, when the immortal king visited and asked himself to present "Wu Mu's Last Letter" on his own initiative, he would be bold and generous instead of harboring evil intentions, hoping to make a big fortune with this.

Perhaps today he has long been a well-known hero in the Jianghu. His deeds of helping the Northern Expedition have been passed down by word of mouth, praised by everyone, and will last forever.

Immediately, thinking of the sky-shattering, unstoppable slap in the sandstorm, and the figure in Tsing Yi who appeared silently, the corners of Qiu Qianren's mouth moved slightly, revealing a light smile of relief.

He hates!

If it weren't for the fairy who always lives in Qingshan, who used force to overwhelm people, 20 years ago, he would not have almost died, like a mouse in the ditch, hiding in hiding, fearful.

Stay in the dark, can't see the light!

He is afraid!

If he is arrogant and thinks that he has stepped into the realm of legends, no matter how difficult it is to meet an opponent in the world, he can also fight with that person.

So he won't lose his life because of this, and end up dying at the hands of women.

Thinking about it now, under that palm, the strength he was proud of, the poison he was full of ambition, was crushed upright and mighty.

The terrifying strength of that person made people fear and despair.

It's no wonder that people in the Jianghu say that whoever is the opponent of the heroes in the world, Qingshan still worships the fairy king.

He is happy!

The grievances and grievances in the rivers and lakes will eventually return to ashes, ashes to ashes, the hatred that has tortured him for many years, the heavy mountain on his back, and the hostility that cannot be swallowed.

Finally, at this moment, I can completely unwind, let go and dissipate.

"It turns out that it is only at the moment of death that we can truly appreciate the beauty of this world, but it lies in the present moment."

"I only hope that you can survive in this coming troubled world!"

Smiling casually, Qiu Qianren fell to the ground with a bang, his eyes flickered, and finally glanced at Qiu Qianchi who was already hysterical.

The brilliance in the eyes faded away, they were empty and lifeless, and slowly closed.

This is a real villain in the rivers and lakes, a fake hero in the martial arts world, his mind is empty, and his mind is returned to dust.

"Qiu Qianchi!"

A mournful long drink sounded suddenly from the hills, looking at the one-eyed green robe, the blue veins and ferocity on a handsome face.

……

On the top of the mountain, Li Tiansheng has no interest.

Shenmu Wangding

All Poisons

Rubbings of Yi Jin Jing

and also……

In short, what should be taken has been obtained, and the extra gains are also in the bag, so there is no need to stay any longer.

Only before leaving, out of the corner of her eye, Ying Gu caught a glimpse of Ying Gu looking at the proud face of the old urchin and Qiu Qianren who was lying on the ground, flashing a secret smile and hidden regret.

Smiling secretly, she finally helped Yinggu teach a lesson to the old naughty boy who used his innocence as a pretense and refused to admit it.

Let him know, don't use ignorance as an excuse, naivety does not exchange for real dry food.

It's a pity because Qiu Qianren is the only warrior in this world besides himself who has stepped into the Xiantian realm. Although he has borrowed some unorthodox methods, he barely crossed the threshold of the Xiantian True Yuan realm.

Referring to the information in his mind, he knew that his strength was at the bottom of the same rank.

But indisputably, innate is innate.

There is a huge gap between the strength of ordinary warriors.

He is also a comer.

Thinking about the Sijue who are still alive, their aptitude is still higher than that of Qiu Qianren, but they are only a little bit short of luck.

Although they have all studied the "Nine Yin Manual", Huang Chang's level is still far behind Bodhidharma.

"Yi Jin Jing" was originally created by Bodhidharma, the patriarch of Shaolin. As this world, he has truly survived the thunder disaster and achieved innate existence. The martial arts secrets left behind are all hidden innate secrets.

However, for hundreds of years, there have been very few people who have truly achieved success in cultivation.