After Hongjun raised his eyebrows and broke through, he began to walk in the wilderness here, and one day he was in a mood as if he was going to have some big opportunity. Hongjun pondered for a long time, looking at the flowers, birds and trees around, feeling their pursuit of the avenue, and feeling the loss that they wanted to pursue the avenue but couldn't, he made a decision, he decided to help them. Hongjun did it when he thought of it, and sat cross-legged. Hongjun began his first sermon. At the beginning, Hongjun's sermon made people listen to the clouds and mountains and fog. Hongjun spoke heartily, but unfortunately it was not of much help to the flowers and birds under the spiritual wisdom. So Hongjun began to reflect, after all, the right one is the best. Xiao Xia Dao grew up in the next generation, and there was a second-grade math problem on the earth, but it stumped a large number of adults. The reason is very simple, children's thinking is often different from that of adults, and by extension: "If a teacher wants to teach and learn well, he must think about what the learner thinks and think about what the learner thinks." "As a teacher now, if you want to do a good job, you have to conform to the thoughts of those grass and tree elves. After that, Hongjun explored while preaching, and his understanding of the avenue became deeper and deeper. The path of teachers is getting darker and darker??????。

On the other side, Xiao Xia looked at Rahu, who had already broken through, and was about to go up to say hello. Then Luo Hu shook his head, his figure flashed, and he was gorgeous, so Xiao Xia Daochang ignored it.

Xiao Xia Daochang looked at Luo Hu, who had left in a dashing manner, and smiled bitterly. Xiao Xia Dao Chang looked at Luo Hu, looked at the white tiger and the red bird beside him, and continued his journey to the desolation without speaking. I've been wandering aimlessly before, so why don't I set a goal this time. Daoist Xiao Xia has decided, let's go to the Great Zhou Mountain, the pillar of the desolation!

Xiao Xia Dao Chang happily went to Da Zhou Mountain. And after Luo Hu left Xiaoxia Daochang, he met his fateful opponent. One day, as usual, Hongjun arrived at a place and began his preaching. When Hongjun was preaching and getting better, a black shadow flashed from afar, it was Rahu who had just separated from Xiao Xia Daochang, An Luohu's character, what he paid attention to was the survival of the fittest. As soon as he saw Hongjun's actions, he was unhappy, and Xiao Xia Dao Chang was unhappy, maybe it would be over with a slight smile. Hongjun was unhappy, and Luo Hu was unhappy, so the next moment, a sword qi stabbed at Hongjun. Well, in this way, Rahu still has his hand. Of course, such an attack is a drizzle for Hongjun. With a flick of Hongjun's robe, he had easily defused Rahu's attack. If ordinary people see this, they will inevitably have the idea of retreating, but Luo Hu is not an ordinary person, so the next moment the first killing array of the flood has appeared in front of Hongjun. Hongjun looked at the sword array that rushed to his face, his face remained unchanged, but his heart was already in the spirit of twelve points, Hongjun appeared on the top of the three-flower Hongjun Avenue, forming a canopy on the top of the rotation of the distant glow. Hongjun Avenue Huagai is currently relying on Luo Hu's Zhuxian Sword Array, but he can't move it in the slightest. Hongjun is not Xiaoxia Daochang, he can attack, Hongjun flicked the dust and shook a chaotic qi to separate the heavy sword shadows, and came to Luo Hu. Luo Hu was not nervous when he saw it, he collected the sword formation and turned into nothing, forming a sword and slashing towards the chaotic qi, the two collided with each other and were unremarkable, the chaotic qi disappeared and the immortal sword array dispersed, and the two fought a draw. This aroused Rahu's fighting spirit. The Zhuxian Sword in his hand drew a mysterious trajectory of the Dao, as if it was the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao, and Hongjun was not in a hurry, and the dust in his hand was constantly flicked to resolve Rahu's attack. I don't know how many rounds of the battle has been fought repeatedly, and this battle can be said to be a dark day. If it weren't for the incomparably strong Flood Desolate Continent, I'm afraid it would have been torn apart long ago!