The Great Tao Chronicle

Yun Dongliu sighed in his heart.

He had a very deep memory of this matter.

Because his master Yun Haitian, after hearing about this, traveled across the two countries and traveled tens of thousands of miles to bury the bodies of Lin Wanwan's family first.

Immediately, he hit the Six Prison Demon Sect and killed the perpetrator, but he was finally injured in the hands of the Chi Lian Dharma King, breaking the path to the divine vein.

To this day, there are still people who laugh at him for being too self-sufficient to the point that he has no way forward

"It's a pity this Lin Daguan"

Other guests have heard of this matter, and others have only learned about it after explaining it, and they can't help but feel sorry for it.

An Qisheng shook his head slightly. He had heard of this, but he was not surprised.

In the martial arts, some people love luxury, some people love chivalry and righteousness, some people love magic, soldiers and beauties, and some people love food and wine.

But the only thing is that people in the martial arts have a strong will to win.

Even if you don't care about this ranking, you won't be happy if someone puts pressure on your head.

You are a mere businessman, and you are also worthy of ranking for me?

The funny thing is that after Lin Wanwan's death, this weapon spectrum has spread, and many people are convinced of it.

At least the evaluation of it has changed from 'stupid' to 'pity'.

"No one knows why Lin Wanwan's generation of giants ranked this weapon list. Maybe he really admires martial arts, or maybe he wants to be famous for a hundred generations, or maybe he was instructed by the Dayan Dynasty.

None of this matters anymore. "

Yun Dongliu took another gulp of wine, but became a little sober:

"Now the world recognized the strongest person is the ninth in the weapon spectrum, the Six Prison Demon Venerable, Pang Wanyang."

Weapon Spectrum.

The first eight are empty.

Of course no one objected.

There is no doubt that the Eight Great Soldiers will be able to stir up the world and ascend to the position of the strongest under heaven and man.

But now, when the gods and gods have never come into the world.

The Six Prison Demon Venerable Pang Wanyang is the most powerful grandmaster in the world today.

As soon as the name came out, the third floor of Yangxiao Hall fell silent, and all the guests held their breaths involuntarily.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

In the martial arts, anyone who can leave a name will step on the bones of countless people under their feet.

And Pang Wanyang is undoubtedly the number one in the world.

This was recognized by martial arts people long before the weapon spectrum appeared.

According to legend, Pang Wanyang became famous very early. At the age of 21, he had already gained fame in the Demon Sect, far exceeding his peers and able to compete with the elders who had been famous for a long time in the Demon Sect.

After that, he measured the land of the Seven Kingdoms on foot, and walked barefooted in the world for more than ten years.

No one knows what happened in those years.

But when he returned to the Six Prison Demon Sect, the many Demon Sects that had been divided for countless years were unified under his unification and became the Six Prison Demon Sect!

And that year, he was only forty years old.

In a blink of an eye, now he has been shocking the world for fifty years!

True invincibility.

Some people say that he has already reached the level that can only be reached by the eight major soldiers, and is infinitely approaching the legendary barrier of heaven and man!

"As a peer of the same age, this old Taoist is a world apart from others."

Sweeping across the dead third floor, An Qisheng shook his head.

If calculated by age, Wang Quan is one or two years older than the others.

Yun Dongliu glanced at everyone, shook his head in his heart, and his thoughts of continuing to speak faded.

People in the world are often very strange. They are both big sects. When they hear the name of Huangjue Temple, they don’t care in their hearts. When they mention Mozong, they are afraid.

Even though, Master Yixiu of Huangjue Temple and Pang Wanyang listed the same weapon spectrum.

"Master Yun."

Someone bite the bullet and said: "Do you have to say, is the deeds of this Six Prison Demon Venerable?"

"Of course not."

Yun Dongliu put down the wine bowl, stood up staggeringly, his red cheeks gradually faded, and his sallow face showed a hint of coldness:

"Yun Mou just sighed, the devils in this world

How can you not kill it! "

Zheng~

Yun Dongliu's body swayed and staggered, and a snow-white sword light suddenly burst out from his waist.

The light of the knife swept past like a piece of training, and the light of the knife, which was like water and ice, shocked everyone on the third floor.

boom!

In the corner of the third floor, the tables and chairs were broken, and the wine and water were mixed with air waves rolling out.

Between the lightning and flint, only An Qisheng could see clearly, a figure flashed out from the corner, kicked over the table and chair, and the two guests on it, and threw it towards Yun Dongliu's knife light.

As soon as he turned around, he broke the window and walked away.

"what!"

Screaming, sword lights staggered for a while, many guests all stood up to dodge, and the third floor of Yangxiao Hall was in chaos for a while.

"you!"

As soon as the air wave was forced, Yun Dongliu's alcohol smell dissipated, and the slashing sword light passed around the two guests like a silver snake.

With a sharp turn in the air, he once again slashed at the figure who was about to break through the window:

"Want to leave, how can it be so easy?"

Yun Dongliu's heart flashed coldly.

The man's hidden aura was very good. If it wasn't for the unstable aura when he mentioned Pang Wanyang, even he hardly noticed it.

But once he finds out, he will kill anyone from the Demon Sect!

"Yun Dongliu, if you have the guts, go after him!"

The man avoided the knife light and jumped out, and he was in the air and had time to talk.

Only then did someone see his face clearly.

It was a middle-aged man with a short stature wearing a black bunt. He had a short beard and a sneer on his thin face.

"court death!"

Yun Dongliu snorted coldly, his expression chilled.

A little under his feet, his body broke through the window with the knife light, wrapped in the airflow whistling, and chased after him.

"Six Prison Demon Sect"

The third floor of Yangxiao Hall was in chaos, only An Qisheng was sitting by the window, and his expression did not change.

Until the knife light broke open the window on the third floor.

Yun Dongliu and the man jumped out one after the other, chasing on the nearby roof, and he slowly got up.

He didn't care about the messy crowd behind him and walked downstairs.

"Master, what happened?"

In the empty hall on the first floor, Zhang Haohao, who was a guest guest, ran over with a look of panic:

"A few people carried a corpse downstairs before, and all the guests ran away"

"The money hasn't been paid yet."

Zhang Haohao was crying.

"It's okay, someone will pay,"

An Qisheng smiled slightly and didn't care:

"Since there are no more guests, just close the door when the guests at the back leave."

"Huh? Who will pay?"

Zhang Haohao was a little confused.

What more did he want to say, An Qisheng had already walked slowly into the backyard.

call!

call!

Under the old tree in the backyard, Jiang Tingting with a small face and serious face was punching.

More than two months have passed, and the little guy who has not yet developed his inner strength is already a little anxious.

An Qisheng watched quietly, without telling her to stop.

There are some things that you have to realize by yourself, and she will be unwilling to tell her to stop at this time, but it is better to wait for her to realize this truth.

Emotional ups and downs are taboo for cultivating internal strength, but they are actually helpful for cultivating boxing.

As for the competitive spirit, for a martial artist, it is naturally nothing.

After a while, Jiang Tingting slowly stopped.

She first raised her eyebrows with both hands, and then slowly pressed down, as if she wanted to press the boiling breath in her body to her dantian, and spit out the turbid breath from her mouth:

"call!"

"Master?"

Only then did Jiang Tingting see An Qisheng behind her.

The already stable little girl suppressed her excitement and showed off:

"Master, brother, he can't beat me!"

"Really? Don't slack off, or you won't be able to beat Haohao next time."

An Qisheng scratched his apprentice's nose and smiled.

Two children who have only practiced martial arts for a few months, even if they have developed internal strength, their muscles, bones and flesh are still soft. When they fight, it is natural that the martial arts routines are more powerful.

"The disciple remembers."

The little girl was in a good mood and ran to the front.

"Youth's Vitality"

An Qisheng looked at it and felt something.

He has been a human being in two lives, and his mood has long been different. With the deepening of kung fu, his mood has become more and more stable. For him, this kind of vigor has been a long time ago.

Sighing slightly, An Qisheng walked into the room.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, he closed his eyes slightly, and in the deep perspective, many rays of light flickered like countless stars in the night sky.

These are the spiritual imprints he collected.

After Daoyitu recognized his master, his spiritual power has grown tremendously, and the spiritual imprint he can accommodate has more than doubled compared to before.

Since the opening of Yang Xiaotang, there are only a few spiritual imprints that can make him look at it, and it is far from his current upper limit.

"I want information about Yundongliu"

An Qisheng's thoughts moved, and the Tao Yitu in the depths of his soul vibrated:

[Are you consuming eight points of Dao to search for Yundongliu information? 】

These days, every time he encounters a person, he will ask Dao a map to find out how much Dao strength he needs to determine whether the person is important.

In the past two months, he has asked no less than a thousand times, and most of them only need a little Dao strength.

Even if the six gates were to capture Ming Tang, the Dao Strength required was only three points.

Yun Dongliu was the person he needed the most Taoism after Kong San.

Through the research over this period of time, he already knew that the amount of Dao power required not only represented the future achievements of this person, but also represented the influence this person could have on the world.

In other words, the amount of Dao strength required by ~www.readwn.com~ represents the person's 'qi luck'.

The reason why he didn't want to pay attention to the Demon Sect person who appeared in Yangxiaotang was because he was at the last juncture of embracing the Holy Womb.

The thought flashed by, An Qisheng nodded to confirm:

"Yes."

In the past two months, he has obtained several cheats through some other channels, and his Dao Strength has broken through the fifty mark.

Those who need more Dao strength, that is, those who have great luck in their bodies, are often extraordinary.

For example, he obtained the opportunity to travel through Tong Zhengyang, and obtained the Heavenly Destroying Spiritual Sutra and the Heavenly Pearl from Kong San.

The power of searching for Yun Dongliu's information is second only to Kong San, so it is conceivable that he must not be an ordinary person.

hum~

With An Qisheng's confirmation, Dao Yitu swayed a lot of words and flowed down like water.