A person's self-name varies from person to person.

Most of the time, Fuxin calls himself an old monk, after all, he is too old, but at this moment, he has to be called a little monk.

Although the person on the other side didn't look much older than himself at this time.

"The old benefactor has recently become famous, and it is gratifying."

Fu Xin smiled, seemingly without malice.

In fact, there was a hint of surprise in his heart.

Under the induction of his 'god', the old Taoist priest stood quietly, but it was like an unfathomable black hole, devouring all the light and aura between heaven and earth.

It seems to be unremarkable, but in fact, the light of his eyes fell on him, and he could never leave.

The so-called attention, but that's it.

It was hard for him to imagine how a person who had not been baptized by heaven and earth could have such an incredibly strong body and mind.

It was only two or three months from the time he heard about this person's name to the time he came to the door, and in just a short period of time, he was already so arrogant?

An Qisheng took a closer look.

This divine vein master, known as the No. 1 in Dafeng's horizontal practice, has a pure breath, as fine as his moon-white monk's robe.

And under his thin physique, which is like a small student, there is an extremely strong strength.

This is the strongest person he has ever seen since he came to the Floating Realm.

He came slowly and stopped outside Lixu, and a majestic momentum like a mountain had filled the sky, making the Han Jiao hovering in mid-air a little uneasy.

"What's the point of having a little fame?"

An Qisheng's expression was flat, and there was a ripple in his eyes:

"You're here to capture the Spirit Sutra for Tianyi?"

"Heavenly Soul Sutra ......"

The smile on Fu Xin's face disappeared, and he bowed slightly:

"The world only knows the spirit snatching magic skill, not many people know this name, it seems that the old donor has indeed obtained this heaven to seize the spirit scripture........"

"At the point where you and I should know that no matter whether it is magic or magic skills, it is impossible to change our minds, and the real good and evil are in one mind."

An Qisheng's tone was light, but with a hint of curiosity:

"What is the Dragon Elephant Temple pursuing the Tianyi Spirit Sutra for so many years?"

Any martial art of the divine vein level contains the strongest will of the pioneer, and with the spirit of cultivation, it will inevitably be affected.

The gods and the demons are not all slander.

But An Qisheng was determined, and neither divine nor demonic skills could affect his state of mind.

Therefore, he was very curious about why the Dragon Elephant Temple had been able to pursue the whereabouts of the Tianyi Spirit Sutra for seven hundred years.

Hatred?

I'm afraid it may not be.

"The old donor has seen it thoroughly, whether it is magic or magic skills, it is nothing to us."

Fu Xin glanced at his apprentice, and the little monk Huiguo was fiddling with his little flower donkey.

He sighed lightly and said:

"It's a secret for me, and it's a long story."

"Let's make a long story short."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, this master and apprentice are the same.

"Tianyi Soul Snatching Sutra, originated from the Soul Snatching Master seven hundred years ago, the Soul Snatching Master's skill and creation, has reached the Taiyin Wuji, the top in the world, that is, there are people in the same era who can defeat others, and often kill him ........"

Fuxin nodded, and didn't seem to have any intention of hiding it.

This Heavenly Soul Sutra can not only swallow the true qi of others, but also supplement others, create a venerable and strong person, and even be reborn in the body of those strong people created by themselves after their own death.

Once he cultivates to Taiyin Wuji, his command is all over the world, and even those who are stronger than him will be able to completely exterminate him.

The Dragon Elephant Temple suffered this big loss at that time, and he was reborn in the body of the Buddha of that generation of the Dragon Elephant Temple, and then there was the destruction of the Dragon Elephant Temple.

This matter was already known to An Qi when he was born in the dream of Huiguo.

"It is still the Daewoo spear master who locks a wisp of 'divine will' of the Spirit Snatcher with his divine soul, and sweeps away all the divine will all over the world with one shot, so that this fang can be regarded as exterminating."

When Fu Xin said this, he paused and looked at An Qisheng:

"But the Tianyi Soul Capture Sutra is strange and unpredictable, the Daewoo Spear Master once said that there is still a god who still exists, if someone cultivates the Tianyi Soul Capture Sutra to the fullest, it is difficult to say that he will not be borrowed by him to reincarnate........"

"Epiphysis?"

Hui Guo stood up at once, with some surprise on his face.

He didn't even know about it.

"The will of God is immortal, so can it be reborn by borrowing?"

An Qisheng was not too surprised, he had actually thought about this possibility.

It is not incomprehensible that the great heavenly heaven can retain a wisp of divine will to stay in the world for 700 years, and that the Venerable Master who is still above him in the ability to save his life has not died cleanly.

"Yes, yes, the little monk heard that the old benefactor was about to break through the divine vein, so he hurried over."

Fu Xin bowed slightly, and said with a solemn face:

"I just hope that the old donor will not leave this harmful practice in the world."

He didn't confide in too many people about it.

The reason why he confided was that he had not practiced this magic skill too deeply in his senses.

Second, it is also this old Taoist priest who has a strong aura, and he is not sure that he can defeat .......

"The Heavenly Soul Sutra is useless to me, and it will not be passed on to anyone."

An Qisheng agreed:

"However, that day, a pearl was useful to me, but it was not possible to destroy it."

Tianyi snatched all kinds of divine will on the Spirit Sutra, An Qisheng actually didn't care much, borrowing rebirth if it was really invincible, it was as simple as snatching the spirit master would not die.

Therefore, he has never taken the Tianyi Spirit Sutra to heart.

On the contrary, it is the Tianyi Pearl, this strange treasure, which can purify the internal force true qi nine times, and is of great value to anyone.

At this time, his internal force true qi was only purified two or three times, and he was still far from the limit, so it was naturally impossible to destroy it.

"Amitabha."

Even though he had expected it, Fu Xin couldn't help but recite a Buddha name with some disappointment.

Then, he looked at An Qisheng with faint eyes:

"The old benefactor is very admirable as a young monk, but this day the spirit scripture cannot be preserved in the world......."

"Master?"

Hui Guo's complexion changed slightly.

He also knew that An Qisheng killed the Red Sun Dharma King, and his old monk was similar to the Red Sun Dharma King, and if he fought each other, he was afraid that he would not be able to beat him.

"So ......."

Anqi's eyes opened and closed, not happy or angry:

"You're going to make a move?"

"The little monk has no grievances with you, why fight to the death?"

Fuxin's face is glowing with golden light, like the Buddha statue in the temple as solemn:

"The little monk wants to make a bet with the old benefactor."

"Bet?"

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, and he was a little interested:

"Tell me about it."

"Although the inheritance of my Dragon Elephant Temple is not as good as that of Huangjue Temple and the Six Prisons Demon Sect, it also has some uniqueness."

Hui Guo smiled slightly:

"The little monk has practiced for sixty years, and his martial arts are not satisfactory, not higher than those few achievements, but he is only a little confident in this body.......

Between the words, a layer of glittering golden light rippled around him, and the moon-white monk's robe hunted, quite a bit of the demeanor of a high-ranking monk.

"Do you want to see how many moves I can make to break your horizontal training golden body?"

An Qisheng's eyes froze, as if he remembered something.

“....... The old donor laughed, how could the little monk be so arrogant? ”

Fu Xin's smile stiffened slightly, and then he said:

"The little monk wants to wrestle with you!"

Lock horns?

An Qisheng's face suddenly became a little strange, and he looked at Fu Xin with a smile, and asked rhetorically:

"You want to compete with me?"

If he really fights, he may not be completely sure that he wants to defeat this monk who is far stronger than the Red Sun Dharma King.

But wrestling .......

Above the Xuanxing, the physical strength of the Dan Jin powerhouse was already extremely great, and a casual throw was enough to throw the elephant more than twenty meters away.

He used his internal strength to refine his physical body in this realm, and before the blood exchange was completed, his physical strength had surpassed all the Danjin Grandmasters of Xuanxing.

After that, after the exchange of blood, the aura of heaven and earth enters the body, the true qi is condensed, the gods are not bad, and the qi and veins are completed.

The physique has been raised several times, and it is ten times stronger than the physique of the Red Sun Dharma King forged by the divine vein.

Someone wants to wrestle with him?

Rao is in Anqisheng's calm state of mind, and at this time he can't help but have a hint of amusement.

"What's wrong?"

Fu Xin looked at An Qisheng's smile, and was slightly surprised in his heart.

What can't you do if you say it wrong?

"There's nothing wrong with it."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

If it is said that it is more than true anger, he will hesitate, and compared to strength, he has no idea of refusing at all.

Immediately the opening should be as follows:

"Say, how do you compare the law?"

"If you say that the heaviest thing in the world, it is nothing more than in the city of Fengdu, how is the bronze statue of Taizu of the imperial court melted before the dynasty made of gold and iron, and the bronze statue of Dafeng Taizu, but unfortunately the statue cannot be moved lightly......."

Fu Xin felt a little regretful, and then said:

In addition, in the Huangjue Temple, there is a golden bell, which is the gathering of minerals, gold and iron obtained from the excavation of Liangshan Mountain in the Huangjue Temple for thousands of years, cast two hundred years ago, weighing millions of catties.......

We wrestle with this and decide whether we win or lose by the number of times we ring the bell! ”

"Emperor Jue Bell ......"

Akisheng's heart moved.

Huangjue Temple is one of the oldest sects in this world, and it is said that it is a sect established by an old monk in the mountains of Liangzhou more than 1,000 years ago.

It is said that the old monk participated in the creation, excavated the mountains, and took all kinds of minerals to cast the mountain gate of the Huangjue Temple.

Later, Huangjue Temple also inherited this tradition, and the facilities in the temple should be excavated for the mountain.

For more than 1,000 years, a plain of thousands of miles has been carved out around the Huangjue Temple, and the people who have gathered around it for many years have been loaned to live in the surrounding area with extremely low land taxes.

Two hundred years ago, Dafeng Taizu and Yixiu monks discussed the Tao, and decided that all the places opened by Huangjue Temple were owned by him, and he only needed to pay the tax of eleven.

And the Huangjue Bell, according to legend, is the millennium, the Huangjue Temple obtained all kinds of minerals refined.

Legend has it that it weighed millions of pounds.

In the Huangjue Temple, there are only five or six people who can ring this bell.

It's kind of interesting to wrestle with this.

Thinking of this, he was not afraid of deception, and directly agreed:

"Good! When the beast tide in Liangzhou subsides, I will go to Huangjue Temple to gamble with you! ”

"In this way, the little monk is waiting for the donor."

Fu Xin smiled slightly, turned around and left with the little monk Huiguo riding a donkey.

After a while, it was already far away.

"Wrestling ........"

An Qisheng shook his head and smiled, and his figure rose into the air.

The cold Jiao meandered, and the Jiaoshou caught An Qisheng, let out a long roar, and flew towards the next place where the beast tide started.

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