This formula, there is no mana. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info like a mortal warrior, close, punching, and slapping in the face. The Maha is highly guarded, and within ten zhang, the water purification law realm dominates everything.

The Dharma Realm, the Dharma Realm, the Outer Dharma, this is the sign of the Dan Period. Breaking the Dharma Realm, there is only a stronger Dharma Realm, or, higher, quoting rules. But today, the cultivators witnessed an unimaginable scene, using their strength to break the Dharma Realm.

The law of water purification, the law of stagnation, should be unimaginable. But this is not the case, Zhang Fei entered the water purification realm, like a fish entering the water, without the slightest obstacle. Immediately, the punch that was punched out formed a vacuum in the water purification law realm and hit Maha Jie directly in the face.

This punch is very different from the two kicks that were stunned at the beginning. The monks who were originally going to burn on the jade slip were stunned, and the truth once again exceeded their imagination. Is this still, is it a powerful fighting method? The Dharma, one side has it, the other side has nothing, but the Maha Maha Master who has the Dharma was punched and spit out, and his mouth was full of teeth.

"You're a physical cultivator!" Master Maha yelled wildly. The teeth were almost knocked out, and they roared clearly, and they also fought hard. "I'm worried that using mana will hurt the harmony." If you open it, it will be like ice. At the same time, with a finger of pinching, the shadow of the mountain peak hangs above the head of the Maha and can fall at any time.

Physical cultivation is a taboo in the cultivation world. But the monks who watched the battle felt that the Maha Grand Master was talking nonsense. The phantom of the mountain peak, although it has not fallen, but this method can crush the city. The master of the Bitter Cold Star Sect, with unparalleled mana, how can it be a physical cultivation, and the point is so far, it is not triggered, and the heart of compassion is comparable to that of the Garan Temple.

said three forms, but only used one style, and the Maha was defeated. "Ah, Buddha Mita! Dharma friends are superb in cultivation, and Mo can come to ask for advice. "A high-ranking monk appeared out of thin air. Fang City is a cultivator, no one knows him, but his identity is a good person. The guardian court of the Garan Temple is in charge, the great mage of Mo Neng, and the combat power is in the forefront of the great mage.

The situation in Fang City has long attracted the attention of the court. It's just that the comer is polite and courteous, and in the process of dealing with Maha, there are many inappropriate, so the court guards the court and waits for changes. But the current situation has made the court have to come to the forefront. Friction, in fact, is also a bit of a skill itch, putting aside the right and wrong, being able to fight against masters is a rare opportunity in practice.

Garan Temple, sure enough, has a profound heritage. This monk did not have any coercion, and he seemed to be light and light, but it made Zhang Qi feel that he was rarely afraid. "It's a great pleasure to be able to learn from the monks. But you know who I am, and you know my purpose, and you know that you can be the Lord. He stared at Mo Neng for a moment and asked.

The more powerful you are, the more cautious you are in your words and deeds. It is not easy to practice, and later, it is difficult to advance an inch, and for hundreds of years of life, why fight and kill, and both will lose. What happened in the city that day, it was said that it was big or big, and it was small or small, but Mo Neng really couldn't be the master.

Garan Temple, strict rules, yes. The Bitter Cold Star Sect, to save the disciples, is even more right. What seems to be an irreconcilable contradiction is actually a lot of room for manoeuvre. It's nothing more than strength and interests. As a senior head of the court, Mo Neng knows the mystery.

In full view of everyone, Garan Temple was very passive. "Friends of the late Qing Dynasty, please go to the main hall to speak." A voice came from the top of the sacred mountain, indifferent, but everyone could hear it clearly. At the same time, a long rainbow paved down from the top of the holy mountain.

Those in the know were shocked. This is the presiding officer of the Garan Temple, and the decree has been handed down. The law is very polite, and Changhong paves the way, and the specifications are very high. But according to the current situation, there is no return, and the monk is very good, but in the Garan Temple, it is really not enough to see.

All the cultivators in Fang City looked at Zhang Qi with sympathetic eyes. Some monks also speculated that the power of this Bitter Cold Star Sect would immediately ask for sin to succumb. "Ha, ha, ha------ what about seeing you!" Spread his back hand and stepped on Changhong, walking steadily. Looking up to the sky and laughing and stepping on Changhong, my generation is a Penghao person.

Dao Sheng and Maha looked at Zhang Qi who was strolling leisurely, their faces solemn. This Changhong is not only a welcome, but also a test. Above the long rainbow, the spells are dense, and the magic circle is linked. Walking on it, those who are not strong in mana and are not strong in their minds will be full of ugliness.

You can open up and walk on it, and where you pass, Changhong, collapse! What does this mean? It shows that this person is not only not affected by the spell array, but also understates and destroys Changhong everywhere he passes. If you embarrass me, I will demonstrate!

With every step, the power of thunder is emanated. Comprehending the origin of Lei, is this still a monk of the Jiedan? Judging from the fluctuations of his mana and divine sense, this person is indeed a monk of Jiedan. There are strange things every year, but there have been a lot of them in the past few years, and Daosheng and Maha finally felt that the situation was serious.

On the top of the holy mountain, the spiritual mist is shrouded, and the pavilions and pavilions are looming. Zhang Qi stood on it, staring at it, without any sense of amazement or panic. It's really nothing, the Bitter Cold Star Sect, although it is still simple, but the intensity of the aura is more than here. Not to mention that extraterrestrial peak, there is no comparison.

At the end of Changhong, the monk and the others introduced Zhang Qi into the hall in awe. "The Sect Master of the Bitter Cold Star Sect, Zhang Qi Zhang Qingmo, has seen two holy monks." Raise your fists and salute, maintain due etiquette, this is self-cultivation, there is thunder in the chest, and the face is like a peaceful lake.

"Your sect disciple, acting recklessly in the Fang City, my temple will deal with it according to the rules, what's wrong?" Dao Sheng put away his contempt and asked cautiously. "Who's doing it? Those pair of broken fist gloves are worth a lot, you should know. My apprentice was deceived, and he rejoiced with three spirit crystals, why did the monks in your temple still fall into the well and not forgive? Zhang Qi asked coldly.

Everyone must know what happened. Zhang Qi asked the main point, the cause, and the loss of the Garan Temple. "Taking the monks of our temple hostage will be punished!" Maha has a heavy tone. "Heh, heh------" Zhang Qi laughed instead of anger: "Just allow you to be a monk of Garan Temple, act arbitrarily, and do not allow others to resist, is this your rule of conduct?" ”

After a few words, I was stunned. To those who openly provoke, the Garan Temple is still very polite, not necessarily exterminated, but it is necessary to stay for a while and listen to the scriptures and teachings in the Garan Temple. The golden light in the main hall flickered, the white lotus blossomed in full bloom, and Dao Sheng and Maha had already laid a powerful Dharma Realm. "You can't keep me, and the price you pay for it is unimaginable." Zhang Qi had no reservations, his body exuded a strong starlight, and his body was hazy. The Gale Banner suddenly appeared overhead, ready to break through the air.

The bell, the holy bell that can only be heard above the Yudan, suddenly rang. Starlight, the starlight that has never appeared before, the Ingaran Temple's mountain protection array, is fully activated, shining on the holy mountain. Snowflakes, overwhelming, falling, the temperature makes everyone feel cold, cold to the bone marrow.

Everything is there, instantaneous, without warning. "Monk, monk, take the monk as the monk, alas!" A deep sigh, an old voice, echoed in the sacred mountain of Garan Temple.