Avenue of Red Clouds

Although Su Hu has an upright personality, he is also good at observing words and colors. He was so mad at the beginning when he was in Chaoyang, so he wrote the poem regardless of the consequences in his anger, which caused a catastrophe. He has already received the news. Chonghouhu has mobilized one hundred thousand cavalry troops on the way to Jizhou.

Seeing that Yang Jian and others were so respectful to Hongyun, Su Hu's heart sank, and he knew that the person here must be a great figure in cultivating immortals. When even he pulled Su Quanzhong and bowed down to Hongyun, he bowed again.

Hong Yun smiled slightly. He didn't care about this. After all, he couldn't be familiar with mortals, and his Dao Zun name was probably not very useful in the Human Race. After all, even Nuwa was almost forgotten by the Human Race.

The world only knows that Nuwa repairs the sky and saves the common people, but does not know that Nuwa fabricated human beings. Everything is due to the slavery society. The royal power controls the divine power. For these heavenly saints, they disdain to care about the human race. This has caused the present The sight.

Su Hu invited Hong Yun into the lobby. Hong Yun took the main seat. The rest of the people stood respectfully and did not dare to be negligent. Especially the three of Yang Jian, they were all well-behaved and did not dare to be like the previous ones. It doesn't matter.

Hong Yun glanced at it, and Su Quanzhong said lightly: "Although he is not the best inheritor of martial arts, he can also practice martial arts. Would you like to worship Penglai?"

Su Quanzhong didn't know Penglai, but Su Hu had heard about it. Rumor has it that there is a fairy island in the East China Sea, named Penglai, on which there are great powers and dragons living deep, which is the first place to cultivate immortals in the wild.

Immediately, Su Hu asked his son to kneel down in front of Hongyun and whispered something about Penglai to Su Quanzhong. This is a fairy fate, this is a great fairy fate! Even a hundred generations can ask for it.

"I am willing to worship under the Penglai gate, and my disciple Su Quanzhong will see the master." Even though Su Quanzhong knelt and bowed to Hongyun, he wanted to kowtow, but he was blocked by Hongyun: "Pan Dao already has seven direct disciples. There are also five registered disciples, Zhenghe Twelve Zhizhi, no more disciples."

After listening to Hong Yun's words, the three Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief. If Hong Yun accepted Su Quanzhong as his disciple, then Su Quanzhong would suddenly become their elder. How could this be bearable? After all, they were all very arrogant before.

The seven direct disciples of Hongyun, Ao Liangchen, Kong Xuan, Xuanjun, Suiren, Chao, Jianyi, Yunxiao, five named disciples, Hu Mei, Tuntian, Fengling, Cangjie, Jiang Ziya.

The nine heavenly realms are extremely, even when Dao Ancestor first collected the disciples of the Hongmeng Ziqi, they also said that when the nine are extremely, there should be at most nine saints in the prehistoric, otherwise the prehistoric will fall into immeasurable calamity and return to chaos again.

On the other hand, the Dao Dao is twelve to the extreme. Hongyun’s seven direct disciples and five named disciples are the Zhenghe Dao to the extreme.

Where was Su Quanzhong stunned, feeling depressed, and just said that he would like to worship Penglai, but now he is worshiping, and you said that he would not accept disciples. What are you trying to do?

Su Hu also looked at Hongyun incomprehensibly. He didn't know what this mighty man was going to do, or what other way could Su Quanzhong worship Penglai.

Hong Yun smiled faintly, then glanced at Yang Jian and said, "Yang Jian, you are the body of Xian Fan. If you have some understanding of martial arts, let you be the master of this child! Also accept the first place for Penglai's line. Three generations of disciples."

Yang Jian pointed at himself in surprise, a little unbelievable. After all, he was just a Taiyi Golden Immortal. In Penglai, he was basically the lowest existence. Hong Yun actually let him accept disciples. If this is known by the group of teachers and uncles in Penglai, why? Not laughing out loud.

But Hong Yun is the ancestor of Penglai. He speaks like heaven and Tao, which is irreversible. As long as Yang Jian stands up, he respectfully said to Hong Yun: "The disciple will follow the decree of the master."

Hong Yun nodded and stretched out his hand. Su Quanzhong’s iron halberd, which was also Fang Tian’s painted halberd, fell into Hong Yun’s hand and looked at it. This weapon may be a magic weapon in the world, but In the monk's eyes, it was broken and broken.

The Five Elements Divine Fire appeared in Hong Yun's right hand, and a piece of refining material appeared on the left hand. Under the burning of the Five Elements Divine Fire, the material instantly turned into golden water. Hong Yun stroked Fang Tian’s halberd with his hand, and suddenly the Fang Tian painting The golden light is prosperous.

In a moment, it became the Houtian Lingbao, and the rank is not low, but it is the high-grade Houtian Lingbao, so it can be seen that Hongyun's refining methods are so powerful, if the original Tianzun sees it, I am afraid that he will never dare to do it again. The sage of the device claims to be.

However, this Fangtian painted halberd is currently unusable for Su Quanzhong. After all, it is a top-grade Houtian Lingbao. Even if Hongyun sets three seals, Su Quanzhong can't pick it up. It can only be done by practicing to the realm of heavenly immortals.

"On the way of martial arts, you only need to understand the true meaning of martial arts, and there is no foundation instability. It can be as little as half a year, or as long as three years, and you will surely become a god. If you don't, your master and apprentice will be expelled from Penglai. "Hong Yun said lightly.

After speaking, Hong Yun did not give Yang Jian a chance to speak, so he left Jizhou directly and went to Xiqi.

After Hong Yun left, Yang Jian's face was green, and he stared at Su Quanzhong who was kneeling on the ground. If he could not cultivate a god, even himself would be implicated, which made Yang Jian hard to tell!

"Disciple Su Quanzhong pays homage to Master." Su Quanzhong said respectfully even if he bowed to Yang Jian.

The next day, the son of Jizhou Hou’s apprenticeship was not a small event, and it was also a very grand event. Yang Jian sat above the lobby, and Su Quanzhong bowed down to worship tea and knocked on his nine heads before he was accepted by Yang Jian.

On the third day after Su Quanzhong's apprenticeship, Beibo Hou Chonghouhu had led a hundred thousand cavalry troops to the foot of Jizhou City, clamoring for Su Hu to greet him.

But where did Su Hu dare to open the city gate? At this time, Chong Hou Tiger was in anger. If he opened the city gate and the people in the city were slaughtered by him, what should he do?

Above the lobby, Su Quanzhong asked to lead troops out of the city to fight Chonghouhu. Originally, Su Hu disagreed, but Yang Jian said that on the battlefield, it is the best place to practice martial arts.

With Yang Jian's words, Su Hu naturally did not disagree. When Su Quanzhong was allowed to lead 50,000 soldiers and horses out of the city to fight, while Su Hu Yang Jian and others waited on the wall.

I saw that on the broad land outside the city, the two men and horses faced each other separately. Pioneers of both sides rode tall horses and competed in front of the battle. After the competition, the vanguard officials in Jizhou were obviously a little weak and were The opponent caught a flaw and cut off his head.

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