"Do the achievements of the world be counted by age and seniority?" Li Zehua rarely sneered, "Then what kind of Tao and what method are cultivated, it is directly better than who lives longer and who is powerful." Having said that, although it is disrespectful, how old can the ancestor of the Northern Hell Son be to dare to be called the Nine Heavens Hongjiao Puji Daojun? This is not the fault of the master, and your uncle is too arrogant.

Li Laojun is the ancestor of the world, and he is still sitting on the right side of the Taiqing Dynasty; Buddha Rulai is the ruler of the world, and he still sits under the roc; The Confucian sage is the honor of Confucianism, and he is only called the master. And these great sages and virtuous people are still under them, and the cultivation of the master and ancestor must be subtle and mysterious, and they are unrecognizable, and they will not do such a thing that provokes ridicule.

And Uncle Shi, you have always had a good attitude, there is no distinction between "hate" and "like", and you don't agree that others take life and death too seriously, which can be described as a model of quiet inaction. But when the disciple looks at it now, it seems that this is not the case. It's not much different from those who fish for fame and fame out there. ”

It's that it's already a naked slap in the face here, and even these words are more vicious than material slaps in the face. But Xiaomeng didn't care, but smiled, looking at the apprentice nephew in front of him.

"You have a master and an uncle, but there is no respect in your words. It seems that Xiaoyaozi has finally found a good apprentice to inherit the mantle. ”

Xiaomeng's sentence is not derogatory, but rather appreciative.

In addition to the title of Bei Yingzi just now, she can indeed be described as a pure state of mind of "not being happy with things, not being sad about herself", and indeed as Li Zehua said, she also does not agree with the moral and ethical constraints in the world, this attitude is really an outlier even in Taoist Tianzong. Therefore, seeing Li Zehua's attitude, he felt a little "like the same".

However, the senses belong to the senses, and Li Zehua insulted him like this, which just gave him a reason to test a thing or two.

And Li Zehua definitely didn't expect that in this case, she would dare to fight.

"It's too vile, it's too shameless."

The spring light revealed made him unable to exert seventy percent of his ten successes, and the two white flowers shaking in his chest directly emptied his blood groove.

"The world is declining, and people are disregarded." Li Zehua was pinched by the throat, and he screamed hoarsely like a duck, but his backhand was to grab the milk dragon's claw and hand print.

The water moved, the bamboo leaves were foggy, and the fog that shook deeper finally stopped.

After a fight, both of them lost their strength.

It's more of a mental exhaustion.

It is rude to take a step closer, and it is wrong to take a step back, this kind of torture is really uncomfortable for Li Zehua.

As for Xiaomeng leaving without telling him, Li Zehua didn't pay attention to it, but he recovered his spirits, but found that the golden light was shaking on the bluestone where the beauty used to be.

It was dozens of golden runes, but when Li Zehua touched it, it turned into a three-legged round wine bottle, which went directly down his fingertips and sank into his body.

"Dialect... Yes. Li Zehua's confused eyes instantly became clear.

Speak of the sunrise, and the day.

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The land of Qilu, the city of Songhai.

An extremely oppressive atmosphere condensed over the land.

The breath of death caused vultures to wander the sky, and dark clouds obscured the sky.

Rich businessmen fled, and civilians without money were all locked up, and they did not dare to set foot on the avenue.

prosperity, the people suffer; Death, the people suffer.

This is turmoil, rebellion, and it is also the Six Nations and the Hundred Schools that have set off the flames of revolution!

Heavy rain falls on the swallows, and the white waves are surging. Fishing boats outside Qinhuangdao, there is no ocean, I know who is going.

"Hundreds of schools, are the six countries rebellious, it's really a big show." The strange man in red stood on the city wall and looked down on all this.

As far as the eye can see, under the sky.

The eagle flutters its wings and flies in the vast sky, and the koi fish jumps over the water and throws a circle of splashes.

Thirty miles away, the young spear of the Seven Seas Jiao Dragon Armor pointed at it, and he laughed loudly in his spirit, and the 10,000 iron horsemen behind him followed.

"The Xiang clan is still there, and the Chu State is not dead!"

With his roar, flames burned in the eyes of everyone behind him, and the horses roared in unison.

"The Xiang clan is still there, and the Chu State is not dead!"

The flame of revival burns mightily in the hearts of all, and it will scorch everything that dares to stand in their way.

However, a black-haired and silver-armored general let out a cold snort, and the high-headed horse let out a long howl, intersecting with Xiang Shaoyu's two soldiers.

"You and other rats, you dare to bark in front of Ben Hou!"

Wang Qian's grandson, Marquis Wang Li of Wucheng, was the two major generals of the empire with Meng Yi, and led a hundred armor-piercing soldiers to come.

And in the city of Songhai, the big ship has not yet left the shore.

"It's so courageous." Someone stroked his hands and sighed.

Knowing that his goal is it, he has laid out thousands of sieges, but he still does not move.

It is worthy of being the yin and yang family that is famous all over the world at the moment, whether it is bad or good, but this kind of courage is enough to make people admire.

"The other party is so entertaining, we also have to be polite."

The thief leaped a thousand times, and the disciples of the Mo family followed closely behind him.

Although the thieves in this world are not on the edge, but in fact, he is the first heroic person to set off the fire of the uprising, even if the most outstanding Taizu in the past and present in later generations has also spoken out to praise.

The song is unfinished, Dongfang White.

It's not just the thieves, the snow girl of the Mo family is gradually leaving, but these two pairs of people are on the left and right.

In the center, however, is the team of the Taoist sect, and then there are totem masters in the Wu clan climbing the rock.

"This time, if you don't destroy the Yin and Yang family, you vow not to return it!" The sledgehammer raised its hammer to the sky and roared.

Although Confucianism is neutral, quicksand is cold-eyed, and Loulan is beyond the reach of the whip. But the power of the five families is enough to turn him upside down.

"That's a big breath." Someone said coldly from a high place.

Dark pattern armor, black outfit, unchanged bearing, and no change in appearance.

Shadow Secret Guard Zhang Han, this time he directly picked the strongest team.

At the same time, the five centaurs who attacked the middle ground all encountered their own opponents.

Exhausted all their efforts to collect the net, the generals sent from the four directions guarded, this time they had already laid an ambush, so they chose to attack with all their strength when the opponent was difficult to evacuate to the rear, and wiped out with one blow.

"Obviously it's just a rat but you still dare to divide into four teams, should I praise you for being brainless, or brave?"

The shadow guards wrapped in from all directions, Zhang Han's gaze at everyone in the Mo family was like a salted fish on the board.

"You want to exterminate the Yin and Yang Family, but in fact, you are just sending yourself to the deepest hell."

Under the dark clouds, Zhang Han pulled out a white blade. Under this hazy sky, a cold light is reflected.

"Then I'm afraid you're thinking about it." Someone said in the air.

The giant thing shot from a distance, like a meteor falling in a fierce posture, Zhang Han hurriedly dodged it, but the giant thing stirred up a large area of dust and mist.

A rugged and bold man strode from the fog, holding a blood-colored giant sword, and countless disciples of the Kui Hall behind him also stared at the person in front of him.

"I think you'd better stay."