The white-bearded old man Ye Qiqiu first looked at the woman in sackcloth with her back to her and her excellent figure.

Then his eyes looked over the woman and looked at the tall gilded martial ancestor elephant.

Even the old man who had cultivated to be among the top few on this continent, and after reading the classics on the mountain and the mountain, he could only have an extremely rough and vague statement about this Dharma Statue that had to be supplied to all martial cultivators.

This statue is almost a temple built by a mountain, and everyone worships the Dharma in it, but there are very few records of its origin, and even an accurate sentence or two cannot be found, as if something from outside the sky suddenly came.

It's just that all the martial arts in the world are passed on to his hands, but he, Ye Qiqiu, doesn't believe in these words at all.

If this is the case, then the mountains of the large and small sects on this continent are not all surnamed one person.

It's just that it's okay not to think about some things, but if you dig into them, the ocean is deep in it.

It's just that after years of in-depth research, the old man finally found the clues in it.

The white-bearded old man spoke to the woman's back, "It's almost time, and those things that should have been done a long time ago should also be done." ”

Bai Kanqing snorted coldly and said, "Do you think you will succeed? But you just discovered the slightest loophole between this heaven and earth, and delusionally wanted to use this loophole to steal the martial arts in the entire world and seek to use it for your own use? Do you really think you have that ability?"

The white-bearded old man said indifferently: "What about him? What are you afraid that such a person like he, who has never seen or heard of before, can do these things? Why is there only him who can do it? Just because he is a Martial Ancestor? Who knows that he is the real Martial Ancestor? Besides, there really is a Martial Ancestor on this continent? And if I don't try, how do I know that I can't do it myself?"

Bai Kanqing meditated cross-legged, still with his back to the old man, not speaking, after all, it was not once or twice that such a verbal dispute was made.

The white-bearded old man obviously knew the woman in front of him, and paused: "I know that you can see the martial arts of heaven and earth, so I want to borrow your eyes to watch." ”

"Do you want to set up a martial arts hall golden body to replace the martial ancestor?"

The white-bearded old man sighed lightly and said, "Now no matter how I practice, I only feel that it is a little bit worse, that is, such a very small and very small point, but I can really feel that there is a higher and broader world above that point, so I want to go to that piece of heaven and earth to see what this heaven and earth are like, just like him." ”

After the white-bearded old man spoke, he looked at the statue, his eyes were firm and resolute.

The old man shook his head, and then spoke again: "And I don't mean to replace it, it's just to add a golden body next to the statue of martial arts, just like you said, to share a wisp of luck in it." ”

Bai Kanqing sneered and said, "It's just that you're afraid." ”

The white-bearded old man opened his mouth and laughed dumbly: "Yes! ”

Only those who stand tall can know the higher one, just like he stood on the top of this ancestral mountain, and when he looked up, he could see that there would be a higher peak than the ancestral mountain before this ancestral mountain, and those who were still stranded on the mountainside at the foot of the ancestral mountain could only look at the top of the ancestral mountain from afar.

The old man waved his hand, and a mirror appeared in his palm, glowing with golden light.

The palm-sized mirror with ancient meaning is called the Rice Grain Realm, which is one of the treasures of the Zhenwu Sect at the bottom of the most pressing box, and the reason why it is named Rice Grain is because of the sentence that a flower and a leaf is a world.

Although this small bronze mirror grain of rice is not as big as the world, there is also a very large world in it.

In the midst of the golden light, a small ball rolled down, followed by a thud, followed by a "Oops!" sound.

Wu Er was half lying on the ground, rubbing his hands on the two buttocks that had fallen lightly.

When he raised his head and saw the white-bearded old man, he shouted, "I don't know how to lighten it!

After the majestic words, Wu Er was a little weak-hearted, after all, this person in front of him was not like that stupid girl, it was not easy to deceive at first glance, if he angered the other party, he might have to suffer a lot.

But after thinking about it, he Wu Er spitted and nailed, so he couldn't hit himself in the face after all.

Bai Kanqing had already turned around, looking at the extremely small guy who was already trembling with two hands of golden light, frowning, and then stretched his brows and said, "Have you thought about the consequences after adding the golden body?"

The white-bearded old man smiled to himself and said, "Naturally." ”

Bai Kanqing looked at the old man's face.

The old man was slightly stunned, and then chuckled and said: "Don't worry, as long as the white girl does what she should do, she will leave the ancestral mountain, get rid of this true martial arts sect, and let the world be left to the girl." ”

It's just that the woman opposite is still frowning.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then saw the little guy with golden light, and said with some worry: "This little guy is very similar to the martial soul recorded in the sect's classics, but if it is successful, let the martial girl take it away with him at that time." ”

The woman in sackcloth nodded slightly.

Wu Er raised his head as if he understood, looked at the white-bearded old man, full of doubts, turned his head to look at the woman in white and said, "He won't be ........"

Takeshi's face was full of disbelief.

A woman dressed in sackcloth Bai Kanqing bowed slightly.

Wu Er quickly turned his head and looked at the white-bearded old man, regardless of whether he was the other party's prisoner or not, and said with a frightened face: "Old man, you are crazy." ”

The white-bearded old man didn't pay any attention to Wu Er, his eyes looked straight at the Martial Ancestor Elephant in front of him, suddenly frowning, and suddenly laughing frequently.

Wu Er's mind was slack, and he sat on the ground with his butt, regardless of whether his two stomachs hurt or not.

Looking at the old man, he whispered, "Crazy, crazy!"

There are still people who want to be in that position with his master.

It's all a grasshopper shaking the tree, it's ridiculous!

It's just that when I think of my appearance, if I am seen by my own master, I don't know what kind of ridicule it will be.

Outside the gate of the Martial Ancestor Palace, Zhan Mu looked at the sect master beside him, and said in confusion: "Sect Master, what does Uncle Ancestor want to do?"

At first, the bald old man who didn't pay attention to the exhibition curtain looked straight at Wudianzhong, the corners of his mouth moved up and down, and said softly: "Chengzu." ”