Yang Haowen heard the language and ate the corners of his mouth. The method is simple. He became an ordinary scholar who studied hard under the cold window.

Yang Hao looked at the front of the iron sheet again.

"Heaven is dead, the yellow sky should stand......"

"Ancestor, is this the secret of heaven?" Yang Hao asked.

"Yes, although this tradition is called the Heavenly Dao, it is said that Heaven is dead, and the founder of this tradition, Huang Tian, means that Huang Tiancai should control the world. The old ancestor said lightly.

"Say it like this......" Yang Hao muttered to himself excitedly.

"Old Ancestor, the disciple can go back to Liufeng first......" Yang Hao said to Old Ancestor.

He's excited right now. Heavenly Fist is good. I don't know if he wants to get used to it and make himself stronger.

Grandfather smiled and nodded.

Yang Hao is very happy to see the outside world. He saluted his ancestors and then retired. He quickly ran out of the cave of his ancestors and flew out of the valley with his terrible sword.

At Daokou, Yang Hao glanced at the stele again, and then flew over the six peaks.

After Yang Hao left, there was no ban on the appearance of kendo rice. Kendo rice slowly disappeared. Here it turned into an ordinary hillside.

"What do you think?" said the old man in the cave.

On the side, a man dressed in black appeared. It's a perfect shot.

"This is a good man, he has a kind heart and strong fighting power, pure mana and many times monk...... I'm afraid he is already a strong man under the altar. "The sound of stopping filming is getting louder and louder, and the voice is hoarse.

"The so-called "strong battle" that is really worth the 5.1 point subscription!

"Anything else?" the old man looked at the absolute photo.

"He seems to have discovered the secret of that stone tablet...... "It took a long time to talk about it.

"I should think the stele is unusual, not something he might ask," the old man shook his head.

After a moment of silence, he stopped his big blow.

"There is a disciple of the Ticket Sect, known as talented, in the name of God's blessing, he went outside to play at the age of five, and a big tripod was lowered from the sky, which could be given to the Xuanling Treasure on his shoulder. ”

When he was seven years old, an old crane took him up the hill and came to a spear.

At the age of 11, he and his parents met thieves on a journey. One day, there was a thunderclap and the man who wanted to kill him died.

"Seventeen years of monastery, now a year later, footprints are the last step, and now it is the eighth stage of Taoist baptism......"

"Hmm...... What else?" asked the old man's head.

Ju Pai said, "Each clan has many disciples of the Heavenly Gods, and one or three Dao Great spiritual roots have been collected in the gates of several clans. ”

That's what the man said...... Five spawn points are the beginning of a world...... Old Ancestor Knife, smiling.

"This is our last chance to enter that field..."!

Stop banging your head and breathe softly.

"I didn't know ...... she grew up in this world"

"No, let me protect him in the middle..."!

The ancestor shook his head and said, "What is cultivated is a heart. If he knew that someone would hold the path for him, how could he create an invincible heart that never existed?"

At this time, at the top of the six peaks, in Mr. Fang's cave, Yang Hao was playing with an iron sheet in his hand.

"Heavenly Fist...... Yang Hao muttered to himself, remembering the words of the Lingtai monk in Qingyang Square, he said that the other half was the Jindan monk of Wannian Capital.......

"Brother Jindan is still alive......" Yang Hao enjoyed it very much. He already knew that he was going to kill 10,000 ghosts and halve the traditions of his ancestors.

"After the sect expels the Qi family, I'm afraid Qingyangfang City will disappear, I don't know what the predecessors are like......" Yang Hao frowned, it was so hot, he could hardly find the other half of Tianquan......

"The first half of the boxing can be practiced...... Yang Hao was very patient with the excitement in his heart, and he injected mana into it.

On the tin sheet, a picture of a person floats. It is a large bald bag, standing on it, looking down on all sides, surrounded by a powerful force. It has a strong ancestral flavor.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand.

None of the disciples had fanaticism in their eyes and looked at the name of the sack.

Then the photo turned around, and the name was still bald and big bag. At this time, his combat uniform was stained with blood. In the sky, there were ten of his opponents, and they all exuded a strong atmosphere.

He kept asking questions and making punch marks constantly. The people around her silk horn did not dare to go up.

"My hero Huang Tian said that you will wait for the robbery of his life!" the big man's voice began, as if thunder would thunder from time to time.

Some people are ashamed, but do not back down.

On the ground, people without the Heavenly Dao are collectively fought by people from other Taoist traditions.

The man who pursued angrily, his eyes were red, kept approaching, trying to rush out of the table.

But the man was facing him head-on, just evading and procrastinating.

With a roar, there was a punch in the man's body, and the man's combat uniform immediately broke and fell.

The big man appeared in front of the man and smashed him to pieces with a single punch.

A villain appears and says that he is the same as the murdered man, but he has shrunk several times.

The little man was scared and tried to squeeze his hands to walk.

This big bag and another fist, the villain collapsed.

"Brother Xuanyu!" someone shouted.

Suddenly, the man's head was pressed down by a large man, and his body was suddenly pulled away before looking for a job.

At this moment, a man in a moonlight-colored combat uniform appeared in the sky.

"Hahaha...... Hahaha!Haha! Zhu Nantian, you will come after all!" the big man smiled, lonely in the dark.

Then he took out a piece of metal, "Emperor Tian..."! The Southern Chu Heavenly Man was blurred, as if it was covered by something.

"It doesn't hurt..."!" the big guy shook his head.

"I just want to invite you to let go of the disciple. They are innocent. ”

Chu Tian nodded and waved his hand.

"Allies, this ......" some wanted to stop talking.

"You are gone, you have been taken back by the disciples and girls......" Chun'an Tiandao.

The group hesitated, and at last they all retreated, all of them retreated from the disciples and girls, turned into magic, and were tired of the children of heaven.

"It's inevitable..."!" the big man sighed.

Zhu Nantian took some of the growth and did not go to see the big guys.

In this battle, the mountains and rivers were cut off, and even the big stars of outer space were cut off by infinite power.

In the end, Chu Nantian's combat uniform was seriously damaged, and he died in the Han Dynasty.

Zhu Nantian took a handful, turned around and walked a few steps, suddenly turned around and looked at Yang Hao's perspective at that time.

Yang Haozhi's eyes swept away and he was seriously injured.

Yang Hao endured the sharp pain on his head and stood up without a tie.

It was discovered that the photographer on the empty gold was long gone, and the brushstrokes on the empty gold were also missing.

The voice of the Great Daoist sounded, and a bald man appeared in the void, like a boxer and the imprint of his body.

"There are enemies in heaven, and there are no matches on boxing engravings!"

"The Nine Styles of Heaven and Sky is how I do it together. If people get used to it, they should pass it on ......!

Yang Hao was taken aback.

This practice method is really powerful, this Heavenly Fist Method, everyone knows the endless occupation. Although half of the empty gold recorded these four styles, Yang Hao estimated that he could only adapt to the first style.

"Even if there are only these four forms, according to this calculation, the fourth form can at least be mastered in the infant stage of winning the lottery......" Yang Hao collected the empty gold, I said to myself.

"The weather and the yellow sky of the Chu country can plant the kingdom ...... after all"