Da Bong fights more people

"You can't make it, you can't make it." Xu Qi'an waved his hands again and again.

"Why?" Nangong Meiren frowned.

"The position of wife, I will leave it to His Highness Lin'an, or His Highness Huaiqing." Xu Qi'an was serious.

"roll!"

Nangong Qianrou said angrily.

Believe it or not

Soon, the two came to the compound of the main peak of Mount Quanrong, and after being informed by the management of the alliance, they were ushered into the living room, where Cao Qingyang, the leader of the purple-robed alliance with a dignified and dignified facial features, was sitting in the hall.

After exchanging simple greetings, Cao Qingyang said: "Nangong Jinluo wait a moment, I have something to say to Xu Yinluo alone."

He got up from his seat, walked silently, and left the living room.

Xu Qi'an went out with him, passed through the living area, walked towards the back mountain, and gradually moved away from the building complex.

"The ancestor wants to meet you."

Cao Qingyang led him into the dense forest, walked deeper along the path, and said, "Don't worry, the ancestor is not a bloodthirsty and violent person. He just heard about your deeds and was very interested."

Xu Qi'an first introspected for a while, and after wearing the jade given by the supervisor, Shenshu fell into a deep sleep, and now he is just an ordinary Xu Bai whoring.Seeing the boss, there shouldn't be any problem.

The most important thing is that the other party is a warrior, even if there are some minor problems, they probably won't be able to see them.

In fact, he came to Quanrong Mountain for the banquet, and it was a little bit of luck that he might be able to meet the ancestor of the Wulin League.

Hey, I really am a person with great luck. He made fun of himself with complicated emotions.

After walking through the forest path for a stick of incense, Cao Qingyang led him to a huge mountain wall. When Fang Fu stepped out of the dense forest, Xu Qi'an's hairs stood up for no reason, and his scalp felt numb.

Subconsciously looking at the source of the danger, on the cliff, a huge monster hung its head down, with two water tank-like scarlet eyes, watching the two of them faintly.

The monster was completely black, with thick short hair, shaped like a dog, but had a human-like face.

Alien Beast Dog Rong Dog Rongshan is named after it. It is a very powerful alien. I can't beat Xu Qi'an. Various thoughts flashed in my mind.

At this time, Quan Rong retracted his head and disappeared on the cliff.

"The Dog Rong is the guardian animal of the Martial Arts League. It used to follow the ancestors to fight in all directions, just like the spirit dragon and the emperor." Cao Qingyang said with a smile:

"Spirit Dragon, you should know. There is one in the capital, which breathes purple energy. It is a top-notch beast. But it is only close to the royal family."

There's no need to explain it so clearly, it's just a humble licking dog Xu Qi'an complained in his heart.

He followed Cao Qingyang, stopped in front of the stone gate on the cliff, and heard the purple-robed leader say respectfully: "Old ancestor, Xu Yinluo has arrived."

An old voice came from the stone gate: "The foundation is solid, the spirit is restrained, not bad."

Xu Qi'an clasped his fists, and said in a respectful tone, "I've seen you before."

The old voice sounded from inside the door again:

"I heard about you. Smart people should leave the capital as soon as possible. If you are interested in working in our Wulin League, I can accept you as a disciple. Hehe, you have already proved your character with your actions.

"With a few more years of experience, it will be more than enough to be the next leader of the Wulin League."

Why does everyone want to be my father? Xu Qi'an refused neither humble nor overbearing: "The matter in the capital is not over yet, and the junior already has a master."

"It's Wei Yuan." The old man in Shimen hit the nail on the head.

Xu Qi'an was silent.

"What do you want to ask me?" The ancestor of the Wulin League didn't bother with the question of apprenticeship, and was quite free and easy.

Senior, you are really on the right track.Xu Qi'an happened to have some doubts, so he immediately said:

"The younger generation has read some files about you, and knows that you were a strong man who could compete with Emperor Gaozu. 600 years have passed, why is Emperor Gaozu already in heaven, but you can be at the same age as the country."

His answer was silence.

Just when Xu Qi'an thought that the other party would not answer, an old sigh came from the gap in the stone gate: "With your current level, these things are too high-level, and you shouldn't actually know about them."

After a pause of a few seconds, the ancestor of the Wulin League said: "In the Dafeng imperial family, there are many masters, among them there are many such figures as Emperor Gaozu, Emperor Wuzong, and King Zhenbei.

"But none of them survived until now, do you know why?"

"Senior, please clarify."

"Those who are entangled in luck will not live forever."

This answer was like a heavy hammer hitting Xu Qi'an's head, making his head humming.

"Why is that?" he murmured.

"Then I don't know, maybe it's the rules of heaven and earth. For the specific reason, you can ask Confucianism, or the supervisor of Si Tianjian." The old man laughed.

The Confucians knew this secret, Xu Qi'an's pupils shrank, and he said in amazement: "So, the Confucian sage is really dead?"

For a long time, Xu Qi'an had always had a guess in his mind that the Confucian sage was not actually dead, but just pretended to be dead. After all, how could a being beyond rank live only to be 82 years old, isn't this an insult.

"Confucian saints are no exception." The old man replied.

If what the ancestor said was true, then the saint could not be alive. The fact that the Dafeng royal family did not have a strong man who lived forever proved that the ancestor did not lie.

Confucianism is really dead

Xu Qi'an couldn't hide his regret in his heart. At the same time, he solved some doubts in his heart. No wonder Emperor Yuan Jing was so "tolerant" to King Zhenbei. Pure martial arts, he sure

"wrong!"

Xu Qi'an blurted out.

Cao Qingyang turned his head suspiciously and glanced at him.

"You seem to have thought of something?" said the old man.

Xu Qi'an ignored the conversation of a peak martial artist, his eyes were lowered, his face was numb, but the pheromones in his brain were like boiling water.

First: Those who are lucky cannot live forever. This is not enough reason for Yuan Jingdi to trust King Zhenbei, because King Zhenbei is Prince Dafeng, and he also cannot live forever.

History has proven this.

Therefore, there is an unknown reason behind Emperor Yuan Jing's trust in King Zhenbei.

Second: Emperor Yuanjing is the king of a country. It is impossible for him not to know this secret, but he knows that it is impossible to live a long life with good luck, but he still has been practicing Taoism for 20 years and longs for longevity. There is a paradox here.