The golden eagle faded away and soon disappeared from sight.

"Whew!"

At this time, An Qisheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

The violently boiling blood in the body slowly calmed down.

Having eaten so many punches from the Red Sun Dharma King, with his physique, he was also a little damaged.

In the final analysis, these many horizontal exercises are intertwined in parallel, and although there will be no backlash under the control of his powerful mental power, it is difficult to reach a point of perfect integration.

In order to solve this problem, it is necessary to integrate many horizontal practice martial arts, summarize and summarize them, and create a unique horizontal practice system of your own.

Martial arts are always the most suitable and the best, not the bigger the name, the better.

Ankisheng has always known this.

"Dao Chief!"

In the middle of the air a hundred zhang away, Wang Zhenlong arched his hand and smiled: "Striking the divine vein, killing the red sun, the Dao Chief's move really opened Wang's eyes!" ”

"It turned out to be the king's gang leader."

An Qisheng returned a salute:

"Don't dare to be praised as a helper."

Wang Jianlong, the leader of the beggar gang, is a strongman who unites millions of beggars in Dafeng.

The beggar gang has a bad reputation in Dafeng Martial Arts, but in fact, a big gang that lives at the bottom and has millions of people wants to be without a trace of darkness.

But that's just a bad reputation of the beggar gang, but Wang Jinlong's reputation is not a single stain.

is Yun Haitian, who disdains the beggar gang when it comes to it, and there is nothing to blame when it comes to this person.

An Qisheng knew more, in the original 'Red Sun Calamity' that he saw, the Red Sun Dharma King destroyed the Chivalrous Gate, and it was this king who descended the dragon before many masters in the imperial court attacked the Red Sun Dharma King.

Both of them have a heart to get acquainted, and naturally they talk happily with each other.

Thundered~

At this time, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, and heavy dark clouds rolled in, quickly obscuring the day.

There was moisture in the wind.

"It's raining ......"

Wang Jinlong stretched out his hand to touch the damp breeze, and couldn't help laughing:

"This rain came just in time!"

The two landed on the top of a barren mountain one after another.

In a short time, lightning and thunder thundered over the mountains, dark clouds rolled, and heavy rain poured down, enveloping the mountain fires that had been burning for seven or eight days.

Pouring rain, the steamy mountain tops, An Qisheng looked at the clouds and couldn't help sighing.

The fire that stretched between the mountains could not be extinguished even by the divine veins.

But under the power of heaven and earth, it was quickly suppressed.

As the qi veins became complete, the true qi could connect with the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, and he felt more and more insignificant.

It's no wonder that many masters in the Jiufu Realm don't care about the polishing of their physique, no matter how powerful their physique is compared to heaven and earth, it is not worth mentioning.

"After this time, no one will dare to attack the idea of the Taoist again."

The king descended and stood in the midst of the heavy rain.

He never held back the heavy rain, and even spontaneously hid his true qi and let the heavy rain wash away:

"That Yun Lao'er originally entrusted me to correct the name of the Taoist, but I knew that Yun Lao'er had always known people, so I didn't pay attention to it, and when I saw the Taoist today, I realized that Yun Lao'er was not completely blind!"

An Qisheng just smiled, unimpressed.

He has never felt that his reputation affects him, I am just me, what others think, he can't care about it, and he can't bother to care about it.

In the final analysis, what drove the endless stream of people in the martial arts to come was just because he was a big devil that everyone shouted and beaten?

If he were a monk who swept the floor and feared the lives of ants, no one would accept the reward from the court?

I'm afraid that more people will come.

"This rain is heavy, but I am afraid that it will not last........"

Looking at the mountains with heavy rain, Wang Zhenlong frowned slightly, and then arched his hand:

"Wang went to extinguish the fire, if you meet again next time, you should drink three hundred cups with the Taoist!"

"Exactly what you want!"

Anqi replied with a salute.

The king descended and the dragon turned and soared into the air, enveloping the wind and rain all over the sky, like the rain of the dragon king, and threw himself into the fire that burned in the heavy rain.

Anqisheng paused for a long time in the rain, and then drifted away.

........

The Red Sun King confronted people in the mountains of Liangzhou, and the fire caused by the beast tide in various places became known to the world.

Countless people are still speculating whether this matter will attract all the great masters to dispatch,

The Blood Demon An Qisheng struck the divine veins with his qi vein body, and slashed the Red Sun Dharma King in the mountains in one fell swoop, which once again caused an uproar in the martial arts!

The Red Sun Dharma King has been famous for decades, and he is also a well-known big devil in the seventy-three states of Dafeng, and even in the martial arts of other countries.

Was he killed, or was he killed by a Qi Vein master?

Countless people were shocked at the same time, but they also couldn't believe it, if it weren't for the fact that this matter was said to be said by Wang Jinlong, the leader of the beggar gang, they would all think it was nonsense.

But it wasn't until the court's bounty was revoked that everyone knew it was true.

There was an uproar.

In the exchange of blood, Dacheng has been able to become famous in the city, and the qi vein Dacheng has been able to shock a state and become famous all over the world.

The Divine Vein Master is almost a height that most people can't understand at all.

But the legend that the master of the divine vein has always had an army and was able to defeat the country, but few people don't know it.

For a while, An Qisheng's already hot reputation was even more famous, and he chased after the top ten grandmasters on the weapon spectrum.

Many martial arts people who originally gathered in Zhongzhou were even more scattered.

The Divine Vein is synonymous with invincibility in today's world, and the Blood Demon can even kill An Qisheng and even the Divine Vein, how can they be opponents?

If this is the case, maybe people with good desires will come to the door, but with the revocation of the court bounty, naturally the vast majority of people have no idea of becoming enemies with him.

Some of the 'heroes' who came in the name of avenging their friends made a fuss.

Of course, these things are unknown to An Qisheng, who is running to Liangzhou to expel the beast tide back to the mountain.

Roar~

The cold Jiao roared, roaring for a hundred miles.

The wild beasts that spread over the mountains trembled at the sound and fled with wails.

The instincts of the beasts allowed them to ignore the humans, but they could not ignore the cold Jiao that flew above the sky and let out a fierce roar.

Above the Jiao's head, An Qisheng stood with his hands in his hands, hunting in his robe.

I have to say that the vitality of this Han Jiao is strong and inhuman, and almost all of his brains were shocked out by Cao Tiangang and the Red Sun Dharma King one after another, and he was smashed to the ground several times from the sky, but he didn't die.

Just like the Golden Eagle King who was broken out by Cao Tiangang, he was even able to fly all the way back to Zhongzhou after being disemboweled.

found that this Han Jiao was not dead, and in the spirit of waste utilization, he used the Ferris Wheel Method to subdue this Han Jiao when it was severely damaged.

Although this Han Jiao is fierce by nature, his spirituality is not low, if he is not shot in the head one after another, it will be difficult for him to subdue.

In fact, with the martial arts of the Red Sun Dharma King, it took a full twenty years to barely subdue it, if the Ferris Wheel Method is so magical, the Wheel King is already invincible in the world.

Roar~

Seeing the ten thousand beasts fleeing, Han Jiao let out another roar, a dive, and the breath exploded, causing countless beasts to tremble, and fell to the ground with and urine.

Only then did he fly triumphantly into the air.

But then, it suddenly noticed something unusual.

I saw that under its ferocity, there were still wild beasts that did not kneel down to show their submission.

It was about to get angry when it suddenly heard a cold snort from its head.

Suddenly there was a shudder, and the arrogance disappeared.

An Qisheng lowered his eyes and looked at it.

Standing among the beasts was a small black and white donkey.

This little donkey is ordinary, not a rare beast, it can be unmoved under the power of Han Jiao, naturally because at this time, there is a person sitting on its back.

A monk.

A handsome little monk wearing a moon-white monk's robe, with red lips and white teeth.

At this time, the little monk was pinching a relic that emitted a faint red light, and said to himself:

"Why is it only so bright?"

Call~

The air flow was whistling, Han Jiao hung down the huge Jiao's head, and An Qisheng paced down, trampling the air as if he were stepping on the ground.

"Little monk, meet again."

An Qisheng smiled slightly, this little monk is naturally Huiguo.

A few months ago, he killed a mountain of thieves for a donkey in the Snake King Mountain, and the little monk Huiguo of the Dragon Elephant Dharma Temple who also fought with him.

Not as good as then, at this time, he could detect the realm of this little monk at a glance.

He condensed the meridians such as the hands, feet, and torso, and he could already become a small Zhou Tian, but he did not condense it, obviously to achieve the Great Zhou Tian vein.

"Lord An."

Hui Guo came back to his senses, although at this time An Qisheng's white hair turned green, and the whole person seemed to be not much older than him, he still recognized it at a glance.

He turned over and got off the donkey, and the little flower donkey fell to the ground on his stomach at the same time as he rolled down, his limbs twitched, and he rolled his eyes, but he fainted in fright.

He pinched the reddish relic and walked around An Qisheng a few times, looked at the faint red light on it, and looked at An Qisheng in confusion:

"Lord An Shi has been making rapid progress in the past year, isn't it because of the Spirit Snatching Demon Skill?"

Hui Guo was very surprised.

In the past year, he has heard Anqisheng's name like thunder, in fact, he has been looking for Anqisheng for several months.

He originally thought that An Qisheng had really practiced the Soul Snatching Demon Skill in order to be promoted at such a fast speed.

It's just that I didn't expect that the red light on this relic was still so faint.

"Little monk, you are too reckless."

An Qisheng glanced at the little monk who seemed to be a little tendoned, and said lightly:

"With your martial arts, I can stab you to death with one finger, even if I have cultivated the Soul Snatching Demon Skill, what can you do?"

"Then it seems that Lord An Shi has not practiced this magic skill."

Hui Guo breathed a sigh of relief slightly, clasped his hands together and said:

"Even if Master An Shi really cultivates this magic skill, he will not kill the little monk."

"He's got a heart?"

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows, his heart moved, and he asked again:

"And now, so what?"

Seven hundred years ago, the Dragon Elephant Temple was also comparable to the Huangjue Temple and the Great God Sect, and many of the martial arts it handed down were naturally extremely miraculous.

He had seen this martial art when he was in his dream of Huiguo, and he had even learned it.

His name is his heart, and it is the martial arts that can perceive the kindness and malice of others after the heart sutra is condensed.

"Lord An?"

Huiguo's eyes widened, quite surprised.

If he hadn't watched it, he would have thought there was no one in front of him.

He has been practicing for a long time, and he can't feel a trace of his emotions.

"The donor has a deep heart cultivation."

After being taken aback, Hui Guo expressed his admiration.

"You can't just think about it."

An Qisheng shook his head.

There is no good and no disgusting body, there are good and malicious movements, he will not be able to calm before Huiguo will detect good and evil, if he can't think of it, don't say that it is Huiguo's heart, that is, the legendary immortal Buddha's heart, and he can't perceive half a point.

"Little monk, your relics are well perceived, and the soul snatching magic skill is on me."

With a sigh, An Qisheng replied softly.

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows.

The words were not said to Hui Guo, but to another monk who was pacing in the distance.

It was a middle-aged monk who was also dressed in a moon-white monk's robe.

Its body is tall and slender, its face is like a crown of jade, its eyes are like the morning star, its eyebrows are slender, and it is no less handsome than Huiguo, and even surpassed.

There is a saying in the rivers and lakes that has been circulating for a long time.

What is said is that there are few heroes in the world who are handsome, and the descendants of the Dragon Elephant Temple, but none of them are ugly.

For 700 years, it has always been this way, and it has always been.

"Amitabha."

The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and bowed slightly:

"The little monk is blessed, and I have seen the old benefactor."

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