Immortality Cultivation Era

At the foot of the mountain.

A Confucian old man squats and walks on the mountain road, his footsteps are light.

By his side, a middle-aged man supported his arm.

"Xianxian College is really not a good place for you. It is not bad to stay here," the old man said softly.

"Teacher, the disciple has something to know."

"But it's fine."

"That's not to say."

"Well?" The old man glanced.

"If there is no room, there may be no daughter-in-law." The middle-aged man snorted and smiled.

The old man made a mistake and looked at the disciples around him with a complicated look. This is the most promising student he once had. Now he is depressed and may have his reasons, but more reasons are still in this disciple. On the body, the road under the feet is chosen by himself. Some people choose the wrong ones, and they lose their way, but some people go wrong. They have to go to the black for the so-called road, and they are riddled with scars and scars. Excuse me.

"It can be said that you can say something like this." The old man sighed. "If you can get to know Xiao Yao earlier, maybe you can be more open-minded."

Middle-aged men are also feeling a thousand.

"Although he is my student, I always feel that being a teacher can be the biggest opportunity for me."

Then, the middle-aged man continued to say: "And, since I met him, I suddenly felt that life is still very good. At the very least, there is a person who wants to protect, but I am too weak."

"So?"

"So I am coming." The middle-aged man's eyes sparkled with a smattering of the eyes, calm and calm. "You see, the kid hit the Wu family's Wu Hao, so Wu Hao's grandfather, Dad came, the kid killed Yang Yan of the poison sect, Yang Hao, the old man of Yang Lan, went to find him to avenge him. He killed the guardian of Jiuyangzong, so the lord of Jiuyangzong went out. I always feel that this is not right."

"Where is it wrong?" The old man's eyebrows were slightly picked.

"I think so, this is a child's own business. Their children can't beat my students. Then they have to hold their noses and recognize them. Why do they have a small one? Didn’t you have a big fight? Isn’t it a bully? There’s no backstage? Those who are good at the heavens, one by one, all the noses, always feel that my students are talented, but they still have a distance, they want to play with them. How do you play with it, is this really the case? I think they are doing this wrong."

The old man's footsteps are gradually accelerating.

The speed of middle-aged men has also been raised.

"He Chuang Niang was bullied. He did not say anything to Shanxi. He wanted to make a fuss for his students. At first I felt that it was wrong, but later I felt that if this is not right, there will be no right thing under the sun. He is also my student. I am a teacher. Because of him, I became the vice president of Haicheng Xiuxian College. That position is really like a needle felt. I touched my chest several times and asked myself, I don’t deserve it. What do I rely on?"

The old man stopped.

Middle-aged men continue to run on the mountain road.

It is obvious that the distance between the two is constantly being opened, but the voice of the middle-aged man still lingers in the ear of the old man.

"So, I am here today."

"I want to talk to the old guys."

"I have to let them know that Gaoge is not alone."

"I have to let them know that my Liu Zhongyi students are not weeds on the roadside."

"Teacher, you once told me that if the reason says that the other party is over, it's okay, it's a big deal to pick up the sleeves, oh. Dry."

"Today, I am Liu Zhongyi, uphold the words of the saints, cover up the wind for my disciples, and block the rain."

Between the trees.

Hey.

There are countless voices that walk through the trees.

There are also dozens of gaze, staring at the two people on the mountain road.

Close your eyes, as if you can hear the sword.

On the floor, I stopped at the foot of the building and watched the apprentice who was drifting away. The expression on my face was full of gratification.

"Jiuyangzong, 300 people, a great master, two masters. Poison, 50 people, three thousand poisons, Wu family, one hundred people, Laoshan Jianzong, two masters..."

For a long time, Lou Zhou slowly opened his eyes.

"In addition to those already on the mountain, this mountain forest is waiting for the above slogan to rush to kill the stars of the ancestors?" Lou Zhoutian sneered, "On these people's words... too not enough."

The back of the middle-aged man is more generous.

A glimpse of white Yingying's light shrouded the whole body.

"This is..." In the distance, another guardian of Jiuyangzong suddenly rounded his eyes.

"Guarding the law, who is that person?"

"The disciple of Zhou Xiantian, Xiu Xian College, Liu Zhongyi." The Grand Master's protective method frowned.

do not know why.

He suddenly realized that the guy named Liu Zhongyi was spreading a miracle of terror.

suddenly.

There was a flash of light in his mind and his face changed.

"Not good, run!"

"Ah? Protect the law, isn't the lord already on the way? Are we going to evacuate?"

The great master's law has no intention to explain this. It has already rushed down the mountain at an extremely fast speed. It seems that he wants to leave this place in the shortest possible time.

On the mountain road, the middle-aged man named Liu Zhongyi stopped slowly. He turned and walked high. He looked at the hundreds of people hiding in the jungle and murderous, his face showing a smirk.

For a long time, his eyes tightened, and he extended a finger and wrote a word out of thin air.

No thick and no pen.

The spirit of the gods.

"punish."

Meditate in the mouth, with the words and the law.

In an instant, the wind was raging, the treetops creaked, and thousands of pine needles were swept from a distance.

"Dr. Liu Zhongyi, a half-life, has not lived in a sigh of anger. He has never realized the words of the saints. He did not have the meaning of a gentleman. Today he is willing to abandon fifty years of Yangshou, in exchange for the day of Confucianism, singing for my disciples. The world is evil!"

Raise your hand and drop it.

The pine needles fall and fall, such as a root and a smashing needle, passing through the woods.

There was a scream of screams.

He turned and continued to move forward, stepping out of the body, and the body vacated. A beam of light fell vertically from above the sky, and once again shrouded it, looking far away, the old man with a white lantern in his hand, light Snorted.

"Destroy."

In an instant.

A blast hit.

The white lotus, the lotus elder suspended in midair, lost its halo instantly.

"broken!"

"砰".

The lanterns shattered, and a piece of confetti fluttered in the air.

"Is it worth it?" Lou Zhoutian looked up at the neck and looked at the people in the sky and asked a question.

His eyes fell on him, and he was still respectful. He spoke. The building was able to clearly perceive it, the exquisiteness and freedom of the other voice, and the firmness in the eyes.

"Teacher, I may not be completely for him."

On the floor of the building, the tip of the jaw is slightly silent.