Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 73 The sound of running water is nosy, the young man rides the waves and kills the dragon [Please order first! 】

Lin Mansion, Tianbo Waterside Pavilion.

In the big pool, the spring rain is falling, and there are circles, accompanied by the spring breeze that blows through the hall, causing a bit of chill.

Mrs. Hua returned to the Lin Mansion, lying on her side on the couch to rest, Xi Xiang held a candle lamp on one side, and the light slowly illuminated the scenery in the main hall of the water pavilion, allowing Mrs. Hua to quietly read the great Confucian work "On Demons" in her hand. .

Suddenly, Mrs. Hua's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she raised her eyes to look beyond the water pavilion, seeing the billions of spring rain falling from the sky, her exquisite face showed a touch of surprise.

"Wang Qinhe from Wang Guogong's mansion went to challenge Anle with the Dragon's Back Saber?"

Mrs. Hua murmured, indeed a little surprised and astonished.

If she remembers well, Anle's physical training is two levels behind Wang Qinhe's. Could it be that Anle's physical training has successfully broken through to the third level in the past few days?Condensed inner alchemy? !
The speed is really amazing.

Mrs. Hua's eyes showed interest, she got up from the couch, put on a thin shirt, and walked to the corridor.

With a thought, in Qingfengyuan, there was a figure wearing a bamboo hat and a hatchet at his waist, strolling over.

"Sister-in-law, this is the Changing Little Sage List released by First Mountain White Crane."

Fourth Master Lin handed the yellow book to Mrs. Hua.

Mrs. Hua flipped through the pages, her eyes full of smiles.

"That's right. After stepping into the three realms of body forging for the first time, I was promoted to the list of little saints. It is obvious that the inner alchemy condensed by Anle is of excellent quality."

"The battle of the little saint list is quite eye-catching, you and I will go and watch it."

Madam Hua smiled.

Thinking of An Le, Fourth Master Lin couldn't help but smile on his cool and handsome face.

Both of them looked towards the direction of the West Lake, and the primordial spirit jumped out.

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sixth mountain.

Half-mountain leisure pavilion.

Li Youan and the Sixth Mountain Lord are talking by hand, they have been talking by hand for many days, but they are good friends, Li Youan returned to Lin'an this time, so he is a close friend of the Sixth Mountain Lord.

"The young little sage was promoted to the list, and he has ushered in the first challenge. If he wins, he will truly become famous in Lin'an from today, just like Luo Qingchen back then."

Li You'an chuckled and dropped Bai Zi.

The Sixth Mountain Lord stared at the chess game very seriously. Compared with the legendary number one scholar Li Youan, his chess strength was far behind, so he had to play every game with full energy.

However, he didn't take Li Youan's words seriously: "That boy will surely win."

"Oh? Why is the mountain master so determined?" Li Youan laughed.

The master of the sixth mountain didn't even raise his head, but he was full of confidence: "It's because he got the ink pond from me."

Li Youan shook his head when he heard the words, the Sixth Mountain Master was still boasting as usual.

The two were speechless, and in the gap between falling and falling, they all looked at the West Lake in the distance.

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At this moment, around the West Lake, Taoist figures have already appeared.

Standing in the spring rain, looking at the battle of Xiaoshengbang on the West Lake.

Even though it was only the last two battles on the Little Saints list, that young man was only on the Little Saints list, and it caused the list to change, naturally attracting the attention of countless people.

Many people also want to see what kind of abilities the youngsters here have. With their physical training skills that are far behind, they overwhelm Wang Qinhe.

Two sisters, Ye Wenxi and Ye Yinping, stood by the long embankment of the West Lake with umbrellas.

Zhong Shunchao was carrying a big black iron bow with a serious face, and not far from him was Ye Family and Ye Chong.

Zhao Xianyou sat upright on a tree among the mountains beside the West Lake, without the spring breeze and rain on his body, he was out of the dust and refined.

Qin Qianqiu walked out of the carriage with a cold face, and stood quietly on the white jade embankment, watching the battle in the lake.

Fairy Yunrou watched the battle on the lake quietly and curiously in a flat boat.

This battle, from Wang Qinhe's unrelenting and majestic fighting spirit, has attracted the attention of all parties, and many geniuses on the list of little saints released their hearts to watch the battle quietly.

In the darkness, one after another strong minds were watching the battle.

A big battle broke out on the lake, Wang Qinhe approached Anle with a saber, trying to suppress him with his superbly trained physique.

However, everyone saw the West Lake on a rainy night.

The evil spirit is raging, and a phantom vision of an ancient fierce tiger appears, entrenched in the great lake, roaring at the stars.

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The tumbling white water waves exploded on the big lake.

The water float that is running fast with Wang Qinhe just happens to form a whole in series.

The water of the lake turned red, and Wang Qinhe, who was thrown into the lake, fell into a bit of confusion. The ancient monsters and five birds... It was the first time he learned about it.

He knew that the method of body training that An Le practiced was "Five Birds Body Training Kung Fu", which was of good grade, but not top-notch.

However, the power of forging body that Anle displayed at this moment seems to be the method of Tongkui cultivation!

"That day... the one who caused Wu Kuishi to release the smoke of Qi and blood in the Wu Temple... was you!"

Wang Qinhe had a guess in his mind, and opened his eyes in the lake.

A crisis suddenly came to mind!

However, the lake water was suddenly cut open silently, as if a drop of ink was scattered, bringing a sharp cut!
puff!

Wang Qinhe twisted his body, but a little bit of his hair was still cut off, and the silent ink sword came back again!

In the lake, Wang Qinhe glared angrily, naturally he was unwilling to be so passive, after all he forged his body to understand the mysteries of all realms, he suffered Anle's ancient demon tiger style, but he was still able to fight.

The inner alchemy was running, a sense of mystery burst out, and the legs kicked off the lake, and the water exploded!

Swinging the Dragon's Back Knife in his hand, the blasted water was suddenly engulfed by the aura of the knife, like a white dragon coming out of water, rushing towards Anle!

An Le tapped her fingers.

The sword chant was clear, as if ink was splashed in front of him, and the sword energy produced a vision, and black bamboos rose from the ground one by one, standing proudly, Wang Qinhe's move was simply blocked.

His cold eyes looked at Wang Qinhe through the black bamboo and spring rain, without much emotion.

If An Le remembers well, this Wang Qinhe... seems to be standing with Qin Qianqiu back then, right?

An Le didn't like Qin Qianqiu, and the other party threatened Zhu Shan to kill him, which made him even more disgusted, so he didn't even have the slightest affection for Wang Qinhe, and he would never show mercy.

In this battle, An Le wanted to raise her pride and did not want to procrastinate.

After all, there is still an old friend warming wine in the small courtyard waiting for him to return.

With a push of five fingers, the ink pool is swept out silently, the speed is extremely fast, and the refined and refined mind is displayed at this moment!
Afterwards, the demonic energy in the body surged again, and the energy and blood rushed like thunder, and he stepped down with one step, and the vision of the ancient demon deer was blurred.

An Le swept out in an instant, and a white horse appeared on the lake.

Wang Qinhe, who had just come out of the lake, pushed the Dragon's Back Saber in his hand, and at this moment his profound martial arts realm was undoubtedly revealed.

Forging his body and opening his mind, his qi, blood, strength, and explosion are all stronger than An Le!
Even if An Le's body training method ranks higher than his, Wang Qinhe still has a chance!

"Dragon Fury!"

The light of the dragon's spine is like an angry dragon, and the mysterious meaning of the dragon blooms at this moment.

An Le suddenly seemed to see an overwhelmed dragon roaring angrily at him.

But how tenacious An Le's mind is, the sword furnace is clanging between his brows, and his eyes are clear.

Closing the distance in the ancient demon deer style, Anle's demonic face was extremely stern, and the green hills floating away from his waist were spinning at high speed.

The green hills are on the bank, facing the sword-like dragon.

At this moment, the young man was filled with arrogance, he took a bath, and in Daoguo [Arrogance], arrogance intertwined with his body.

A palm pierced the hilt of the green mountain, and the green mountain swept out, like a long rainbow in an instant, piercing through the saber aura dragon created by Wang Qinhe's Xuanwu intention!
Stepping on the waves and cutting the dragon!
"A tattered bamboo sword dares to kill my dragon!"

Wang Qinhe opened his mouth coldly, with the dragon's spine knife in his hand, the light of the knife was shining, he swung it up without hesitation, and slashed at the bamboo sword that pierced through the dragon's energy.

He doesn't recognize Qingshan, so he is naturally fearless!

However, among the many strong men who watched the battle around, some people seemed to recognize the sword, their aura was shocked, and they looked at Wang Qinhe who was swinging the sword towards the green mountain, and sighed.

Slashing the green mountain with a knife, Wang Qinhe only felt that what he was cutting was not a yellowed and tattered bamboo sword, but a mountain that was pressing across.

The Dragon's Back Saber let out a whine, the long saber cracked a small hole, and flew out of his hand.

Qingshan Bengjian's strength remained undiminished, and it directly penetrated Wang Qinhe's chest, piercing a big hole, blood and flesh spilled across it!
At the same time, the An Le Shang Ancient Demon Ape approached.

The demon tiger roars, the demon ape neighs, and the ferocious roar...

The majestic physique forged by the ancient monsters and five birds fell on Wang Qinhe's body like a violent wind and rain.

Wang Qinhe's body was beaten so badly that he couldn't even fall down.

The spring rain is pattering.

The boy on the lake beats people like a painting.

The sword furnace clangs between the brows, and the sword energy surges from the whole body, controlled by the refined mind, every drop of water blown up in the lake, every grain of spring rain falling from the sky, is all infected with sword energy at this moment, like a waterfall of swords !
Sword Qi is close to everything in the world!
Clenching five fingers together, countless sword qi cut through.

Wang Qinhe was instantly submerged by the sword energy at this moment, and with a bang, a blood mist exploded in the air!
The old man said that the challenge should be treated as a life and death fight, and An Le was naturally merciless.

After this trick, the suspense has been eliminated.

A mass of white light suddenly flashed in mid-air, and the small sacred order held by Wang Qinhe emitted brilliance, as if going back in time, allowing his injuries to be eliminated.

And Wang Qinhe fell on the lake, floating, looking at the sky in a daze.

He suddenly understood why Luo Qingchen's Dao heart was so fragile...

It turns out that the feeling of being crushed by someone is really... very uncomfortable.

In this battle, since he was bombarded by the Anle ancient demon and five birds since he made a mistake at the beginning, he was completely at a disadvantage. Even if he continued to fight back, it was just a desperate struggle.

That boy suppressed him from beginning to end.

With the pattering rain in spring, the surface of West Lake suddenly became quiet.

The ink pond and the green mountain swept over the young man's body, and were worn around the waist by a young man in green clothes. His energy and blood were restrained, and the vision of the ancient demon had long since disappeared, and he had regained his youthful appearance.

Without looking at Wang Qinhe who was lying on the lake doubting his life, Anle walked away from the lake on foot, set foot on the long embankment, and picked up the oil-paper umbrella.

The energy and blood in the body circulated, the water droplets evaporated, and the oiled paper umbrella was propped up.

With two swords on his waist, the young man walked away with countless thoughts and gazes.

In spring, flowers, mist and waves shine, and willows blow on embankments and rain lightly.

The sound of running water is nosy, a pot of rice wine and a burner of incense.

From the young man's point of view, the battle of the little sage list was nothing more than an idle affair.

Stepping on the stagnant water and splashing two feet, the young man in green clothes and swords brushed his clothes when he was done.

Chic.

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West Lake.

Ye Wenxi showed a virtuous smile, as if he vaguely saw the young man approaching the top three mountain peaks step by step like a waking tiger.

"It's so chic." Ye Yinping pursed her lips, looking at the boy in a state of brushing his clothes, feeling inexplicably infected by Lin Zhuifeng.

"This Wang Qinhe is so weak, a crush is completely boring, I thought there would be a close battle." Ye Yinping said with a nympho for a while, pouted.

"It's Mr. An who is stronger. He fought across borders and won with a crushing attitude. It's surprising but not surprising."

Holding an umbrella, Ye Wenxi led her sister towards Ye Mansion.

"Because, this is the gap between the genius who obtained the Lesser Order by himself and the genius who obtained the Lesser Order through the strength of his family."

"Like clouds and mud."

"Sister, do you think this Wang Qinhe will be as dusty as Luo Qingchen?"

"Probably not. After all, Wang Qinhe himself came to challenge An Le, but he was unwilling to reconcile. In fact...he didn't have the belief that he would win. It should be fine if he lost. Besides, tofu like Luo Qingchen Dao heart... is rare."

"Then I'll challenge Wang Qinhe too?"

"We want ladies, don't bully people."

"Oh."

The voice of the two women communicating was gradually washed away by the sound of spring rain.

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The rain fell on the roof of the car, bursting into misty mist.

Qin Qianqiu looked at Wang Qinhe who was crushed and defeated with a cold face, feeling a sense of gloom rolling in his heart.

Seeing how proud the young man was, he felt so depressed, and he couldn't help but think of that day when he asked Zhu Shan to kill An Le, but Luo Qingchen beat him up.

The memory of that day is deep into the bone marrow, and the humiliation of that night is engraved in my heart.

Luo Qingchen wants to settle the case, and this young man Anle...he also doesn't like it!
"Is this the young man who came to Wukuishi to burst into flames of energy and blood in Wumiao that day?"

"The demonic aura is soaring to the sky, is this body forging method related to the demon?"

Qin Qianqiu thought for a moment coldly, then got into the carriage.

The wheels crushed the accumulated water on the ground, and never waited for Wang Qinhe who floated on the water of the West Lake and doubted his life.

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Lin Mansion, in Tianbo Water Pavilion.

With his mind back, Mrs. Hua and Fourth Master Lin looked at each other and smiled, with emotion on their faces.

"From the Wukui stone, the ancient monsters and five animals deduced with the help of Wukui's will in the past dynasties, it seems that the rank is higher than I imagined, and the boy has his own chance..."

Madam Hua smiled.

Fourth Master Lin touched the hatchet on his waist, and praised: "This son, a genius, has a promising future."

"The more talented you are, the less you can let him get involved in this turmoil."

Mrs. Hua said softly: "However, it's okay, with that old senior protecting him, the storm will naturally not touch him."

Fourth Master Lin stroked the hatchet and nodded.

Suddenly, the two looked at the octagonal double eaves dripping water Tianbo Tower in the distance.

Vaguely, one could see the old figure of the old Madam Yu on the Tianbo Tower, leaning on a dragon-headed crutch, waving towards them.

The two looked at each other, left the water pavilion one after another, and boarded the Tianbo Tower.

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In Taimiao Lane, spring water drips from the corner of the eaves.

An Le's heart was full of pride, and the first battle raised his pride, which made his mood change considerably.

Although An Le was very confident in the past, he lacked the arrogance and arrogance that a genius should have. This battle has given him a whole new look with his arrogance.

Stroll through the long and lonely rain alley.

In the small courtyard, the lights are faint.

Under the gate, the old man was holding a lamp, and the warm old rice wine was burning, emitting a strong fragrance.

A piece of green clothes and a green mountain, with a heroic spirit for three or two days...

Looking at the young man returning from a stroll in the courtyard, the old man stroked his beard and smiled, his eyes blurred in the dim light.

It seems to see the once young self, walking through the years.

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