Super Dragon Cultivation System

"You go to the grave and burn the newspaper to fool!"

Zhang Xing scoffed, and in his heart was a hundred unbelievers.

I think he only took out 200,000 top-grade spirit stones when he was a huge man of a mountain.

"Since your door is in trouble, I will not reluctantly. If it is convenient, I would like to visit these millennium ancient peaks."

As soon as Zhang Xing's topic changed, he flashed everyone on the spot.

What does this boy mean, do n’t want a spirit stone, but want to visit Wanli Mountain?

There must be something tricky.

"Zhang Menzhu, our Shanmen is nothing to look at. It's an ice and snow world. Let's talk about Lingshi."

Wan Zhongshan (touch Mo) was not clear about Zhang Xing's thoughts, and tried the Tao.

"Lingshi is of no use to me. I don't need it anymore. Just let me visit your gate."

Zhang Xing's face didn't have any expression (qingqing), it seemed like a temporary intention.

"This ... then the old man will accompany you to visit."

Wan Zhongshan thought, even if Zhang Xing had any bad idea, he could not make any big waves in the mountain gate.

After all, the two sides shook hands and made peace, and if he tried to pick something, he would not be able to do so.

We won't be finished without giving you a chance.

"Oh, let's go, I will leave after a short walk."

Zhang Xing smiled slightly.

As soon as Wan Zhongshan waved his hand, more than a dozen other elders followed (body sh 陪 n) and accompanied Zhang Xing to start the tour.

An hour later, Wan Zhongshan and a dozen elders were bitterly complaining about Zhang Xing.

The boy flew to the east without flying on the target. He seemed to be interested in everything and seemed to be interested in nothing.

Unconsciously, they came to an ancient iceberg in the depths of Wanyu Mountain.

"Well? What's that?"

Zhang Xing saw the iceberg peak alone at a height of nine feet nine and a foot wide of ice crystals. Viewed from outside, it looked like a giant sword.

"Oh, this is the treasure of Zhenshan left by the ancestor of this holy saint."

Wan Zhongshan looked at this ice crystal with pride and regret in his eyes.

"This seems to be a sword." Zhang Xing looked.

"Yes, this is the sabre of the ancestor before his death, but ... hey, forget it, don't say it."

Wan Zhongshan seemed unwilling to say anything about this sword, he shook his head and sighed.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is a holy sword."

Zhang Xing smelled this ancient vicissitudes.

Just walking around just now is just a cover up.

"Zhang Menzhu really good eyesight, my ancestors are saints, of course they must wear the saint's sword."

Wan Zhongshan proudly said.

"A holy treasure is just thrown here casually, aren't you afraid of losing it?"

Zhang Xing asked strangely.

"Ha ha……"

Don't smile deeply, Wan Zhongshan, then turn to look at the other elders.

The dozen elders also (showed) a mocking smile.

"Hehe, Zhang Menzhu's worry is a bit redundant. No one in the world can steal him."

"Oh? Elder Wan, why is this?" Zhang Xing went to the holy sword and watched it carefully.

"Haha, don't hide the master of the door, the ancestors passed the holy order that year, and the sword was reserved for the people in love."

"Whoever it is, and whoever is in the empire, whoever can pull the holy sword from this mountain, whoever owns it."

"A thousand years have passed. All heroes and heroes in the world, everyone in the realm of the Lord, no matter how many stars, want to have this sword, but no one can have this blessing."

"They all went out of their way, and by now, no one has tried."

"And my disciples can only stare at the holy sword and sigh!"