The white crane tore through the spring rain, flapped its wings and flew from the unreachable mountain in the eyes of the world to the Academy of Literature, where it was obtained by the master.

The news brought by it is the change of the Little Saint List.

Wang Qinhe, Lower XIX.

Anle, on eighteen.

To everyone's surprise, there was such an abrupt change, and Wang Qinhe, who was forging the four realms of refining gods and three realms, was actually overtaken......

Although the reason given was that the Nineteenth of the Original Little Saint List had broken through to the Forging Body Refining God Twin Three Realms...... But isn't there a big realm gap in the forging body?

The change and dissemination of the Little Sacred List has always been represented by the Academy of Literature, so this time is also the case.

The white crane is based on it, which brings the attitude of the first mountain, and it is also the evidence of the change of the small holy list.

Even if everyone has thousands of doubts in their hearts, they can't veto the change in the rankings.

The Academy of Literature, the Wumiao, the Lin Mansion, the Ye Mansion, the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion, and even the huge palace in the depths of Jing Street have all received the Yellow Book of the Little Holy List after the change.

Everyone's expression has a different color.

This is not unprecedented, but most of the people who are suppressed in the rankings will not be convinced, and no one wants to admit that they are inferior to others, let alone those who hold small holy orders......

Those who hold the little holy decree have the hope of talking to the holy master, and naturally they have a lot of hope for themselves and are very confident, so they will not be willing to fall behind.

Of course, most of the time, there will be no change in the Little Saint List, unless the geniuses on the list have made a major breakthrough, and there is a possibility of change, so as to stimulate the list of people to challenge each other.

Therefore, as everyone knows, with Wang Qinhe's temperament, he will definitely be uneasy, and he will challenge Anle overnight.

Many people thought about it, and they all went out with umbrellas, wanting to watch a good show.

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Qingbo Street, Taimiao Lane.

The rain alley is secluded, and the black tiles of the eaves on both sides sprinkle the bead curtain water.

The courtyard in the alley is also quiet, the old locust tree silently supports the branches and leaves, and in the two tree holes on the trunk, there is still one ink pool, but the house An Le has made a painting that expresses his heart, and there is the fragrance of books and ink curling out, which is absorbed by the ink pool.

Inside the house, the old man of Taimiao held candles in his palms, his temples were like frost, and his hair was like snow, looking at the standing window in a daze, and there was an inexplicable pride on his body that made him familiar and yearning.

With the sword of the green mountains, the past years do not emerge in front of me.

When he was young, he was extremely talented, the most of the royal family, one person and one sword went all over the world, breaking into the rivers and lakes.

He once mentioned the sword on the rotten ke, discussed the sword with the Buddha, and used the sword to participate in Zen.

He once hiked to the Heavenly Master's Mansion, waved his sword and knocked on the mountain gate of the mansion, asked the little Heavenly Master of the sword, and talked about the road until dawn.

once wandered into Kunpeng Mountain, chatted and laughed with the big demon, and had an affair with the banshee.

Those years make him sigh when he recalls them now.

With a flick of the fingers, it is 500 years, and the once heroic spirit is now classified as two temples.

From the young man, he vaguely observed a little bit of his youthful appearance, his nose was slightly sour, and the past was floating in his heart, which made him feel nostalgic.

At this moment, he looked at the young man, his eyes became more and more gentle, perhaps, he gave the green mountain to the young man, in addition to looking at his paintings, or because he saw his own shadow in the young man?

"No...... He is him, I am me, everyone's life is different, my life is not over...... There is also a bit of romance. ”

"The years are not forgiving, do you know the stars of the temples, do you know whether you know it or not, and have a glass of spring wine."

The old man laughed suddenly, and was no longer interested.

But seeing An Le also waking up, his eyes were clear, and there seemed to be a vigorous pride, washing his body, and the confidence and pride of the young man surpassed the previous ones.

This change made the old man quite puzzled, and then he thought of this clear bamboo map, and he could see the money on the clear bamboo map.

The bamboo in the chest is not the bamboo in the eye, the bamboo in the hand, not the bamboo in the mind......

A teenager is angry with a painting?

What did you learn?

The old man's talent for An Le became more and more unpredictable, and more and more unbelievable.

With such intelligence, it is not appropriate to start practicing enlightenment at the age of eighteen...... wasted the early years and missed the opportunity to build the final foundation.

"An Xiaoyou, have you realized?"

The old man smiled with a smile.

An Le smiled kindly, looking at the old man with frosty white temples, he suddenly felt a little trance, in the golden years, the old man was still a young man, and he dared to fight the first in the world with a bamboo sword.

And now, such a heroic person who used to be a man in the sky has also grown old, and it is pitiful to happen.

Time may be the most hurtful force in this world.

"I do understand." An Le clenched his fists and bowed slightly towards the old man, this bow was to thank the old man for his golden years and his help in condensing the Dao Fruit [Heroic Introduction].

The old man looked at An Le and vaguely felt that the young man's attitude seemed to have changed, but he didn't care.

"In this world, can't a strong person like his predecessors be immortal?"

An Le suddenly asked curiously.

The old man's beard was sluggish, and there was some anger in his eyes: "Immortal, ......"

"It's difficult, it's too difficult, if you practice into the Six Realms, you can live for 300 years, and then you can live for 100 years in one realm, and you can live for 600 years in the Nine Realms, but in the world, how many characters can set foot in the Nine Realms? Stepping into the Ten Realms can continue to prolong one's life, but there are also limits...... Immortality, just ethereal words. ”

The old man sighed.

Hearing this, An Le could feel the helplessness in the old man's words.

However, soon the helplessness in the old man's eyes was swept away, his eyes fell on An Le, and he said earnestly: "My generation of cultivators, don't take the goal of seeking immortality, but the purpose of becoming stronger, when you become strong enough, stronger than the world, immortality will come naturally." ”

An Le heard the words and bowed solemnly.

Suddenly, the old man walked to the window with the lamp in his hand, and the spring rain in the courtyard could be seen outside the window, but there was a faint sound of footsteps.

The boots rose and fell, crushing the stagnant water on the ground, and there was a sonorous knife breath, like a bell ringing in the dark night, and the sound of the waves came from Qingbo Street.

"This sword aura, the one from the kingdom's family."

The old man raised his eyebrows and said in surprise.

Then, as if he had thought of something, his face couldn't help but become strange, and he looked at An Le, as if with a bit of banter.

"On the Little Saint List, you may have risen to the ranks."

The old man said.

An Le was at a loss, he didn't do anything, Wang Qinhe, who hadn't yet challenged the eighteenth place, how could he be promoted?

"It's not you challenging Wang Qinhe now, it's him who is challenging you."

The old man's face was ruddy, and he smiled and spoke, looking like he didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement.

An Le's face returned to calm, and he also had a thought in his heart, probably because he broke through the three realms by forging his body, which caused the change of the Little Saint List.

"It's relatively rare for the Little Saint List to change, but if the First Mountain Master of the First Mountain thinks that your combat power is higher and allows you to rise to the ranking, it is nothing."

"Most of the time, there will be none, but those who fall down the rankings are not convinced, and it is common for them to challenge overnight, and some people directly pick them up and regain their rankings, after all, there are many influences on actual combat experience, combat skills, etc., and they cannot be counted all."

The old man said with a smile: "I was waiting for you, a newcomer on the list, to challenge, but the ranking fell behind you, so I naturally felt that my face was dull, and I couldn't sit still, and I didn't allow my heart." ”

An Le couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this.

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On Qingbo Street, hundreds of millions of drops of spring rain fell from the sky, smashed on the ground, and were suddenly cut into mist by the swept knife qi.

A figure came with a knife, dressed in a gorgeous costume and with a solemn face.

Step by step, stepping into Qingbo Street from the direction of Jingjie Street, on a cold spring night, only the sound of rain falling on the long street remained, and the man's footsteps crushed everything and echoed emptyly.

Wang Qinhe has a depression in his heart, in fact, anyone will be depressed in this way.

The Little Saint List automatically changed, ranking a young man who had just been on the list for only a few days above him, and that young man's cultivation was not as good as him, and he was a big realm behind him in terms of forging body.

But it can crush him, isn't this humiliation?

Those who dare to hold the little holy decree have no mediocrity, and he Wang Qinhe is naturally not mediocre, and he also has an arrogance in his heart.

Stopping on the long street and looking at the empty Taimiao Alley, the alley was extremely dark, and Wang Qinhe's heart suddenly quieted down.

Pull out the dragon's spine knife, the tip of the knife touches the ground, as if there is a knife echo, such as listening to the dragon's groan.

Wang Qinhe bathed in the spring rain, and the rain instantly soaked his clothes, gathering into silk threads and dripping down his chin.

He took out the yellow book of the Little Holy List, wrapped it in his heart, and knocked it with his fingers.

In an instant, the yellow book broke through the rain and galloped towards the small courtyard in Taimiao Lane.

Inside the yard.

An Le stood in front of the window, looking at the relaxation coming, faintly wrapped in the heart of the yellow book of the little holy list, his face did not change, and he did not add the slightest coercion.

is also the third realm of refining gods, and An Le is naturally fearless.

The sword furnace in the Mud Pill Palace trembled slightly, and a mouthful of sword qi erupted, shattering the other party's mind attached to the yellow book, reaching out to take the yellow book, turning to the end, and sure enough, he saw that his ranking had risen by one place, and he had already reached the eighteenth.

Spring is coming, and there is such an improvement, and An Le is quite happy.

Qingbo Street.

Sensing that his heart was shattered, Wang Qinhe's complexion remained unchanged, he was on a knife on a rainy night, his qi and blood were surging, his fighting spirit was rising, and he opened his mouth to fight the spring thunder.

"The nineteenth king of the Little Saint List Qinhe, who fell by one place, is uneasy, he is here to challenge tonight, and Gongzi An is willing to fight!"

Wang Qinhe's fighting spirit became more and more boiling, and his voice exploded, lingering on the long street and the rainy alley.

Wang Qinhe once said that if you want to wait for peace to challenge, you must learn what is commendable about the genius who has obtained the small holy order with his own strength.

But now that there has been a change, it is the same for him to challenge.

Around Qingbo Street, there was a faint stream of mental probes, with curiosity in their hearts, wanting to see if An Le had the courage to take on this challenge.

Of course, comfort can be refused, but there is only one chance to refuse.

This challenge must not be avoided, the lower ranking of the small saint list challenges the previous one, after refusing once, three days later, you can challenge again, then you can't refuse.

Once the challenge is accepted, there will be a victory or defeat, and the victory or defeat will have a great impact on the holder of the Little Holy Order.

It is not only a mood impact, but also a belief impact.

The sound of shaking and shaking, like the spring breeze coming, shook the leaves of the old locust trees in the silent courtyard.

The old man stood aside with a lamp in his hand, looking at An Le curiously, not knowing if An Le would accept it.

An Le closed the yellow book, but there was no pressure on his face.

There is even a pride surging out of his heart, since he has suppressed Wang Qinhe in the rankings, what is there to fear?

Just watched the golden years, and saw the old man of Taimiao holding a bamboo sword and three swords against Emperor Yuanmeng, and he was arrogant.

How can Comfort retreat?

Even, An Le is also a little looking forward to this battle, and taking advantage of this battle to cultivate the pride in his heart.

Just got the Dao Guo [Heroic Introduction], and he was unwilling to retreat.

Crossing the border to fight, he is not unprecedented, Luo Qingchen's coachman Zhushan was a great realm higher than him in the forging realm, but An Le still fought against it and won.

Wang Qinhe is far superior to the coachman Zhushan in terms of talent and cultivation methods, but so what?

An Le slowly closed his eyes, and the picture of the old man of Taimiao carrying Qingshan and Emperor Yuanmeng reappeared, rushing into the sky, as if breaking through the picture!

At that time, Emperor Yuanmeng had already set foot in the Ten Realms and was the strongest man in the world, Zhao Huangting was inferior, but he was still courageous, he was not afraid, and he carried a sword to kill!

Today, Comfort is not willing to retreat.

Although it is not as good as wielding a sword to kill Emperor Yuanmeng, it can be regarded as a genius of cross-border warfare!

You can also raise a heart of pride!

When he opened his eyes again, An Le's eyes were full of fighting intent, and he turned his head to look at the old man of Taimiao beside him, and clenched his fists: "I'll go and go back, and when I come back, I will drink the remaining old rice wine with my predecessors." ”

The old man of Taimiao stroked his beard and smiled: "Go, the old man has a good wine, and he will leave you a sip." ”

An Le couldn't help but smile.

"The little holy order will protect life and death, don't be merciful when you shoot, it is regarded as a life-and-death fight, and it should be a life-and-death fight." The old man revisited the painting, and the sound floated slowly.

An Le responded with a good voice, and walked outside the courtyard, opened the oil-paper umbrella, and the rain smashed down the umbrella surface, splashing the water like fog.

With a move in his mind, the ink pool inserted in the old locust tree trembled slightly, broke away from the hole in the tree, and suddenly swept over, pinning it to his waist with Qingshan.

Walking in the deep and lonely rainy alley with an umbrella, Anle sensed the surging blood and war spirit on Qingbo Street.

The tiger hidden in the young man's heart seemed to raise its head at this moment, revealing its fangs and claws.

On Qingbo Street, Wang Qinhe bathed in the spring rain and stood with his sword.

In the dark rain curtain all around, one by one, a pair of hearts and eyes, looking at the dark Taimiao alley.

saw a young man in Tsing Yi, strolling out of the court.

He wears a bamboo sword and an ink sword on his waist.

The bewitching and handsome face, like a fairy in the dust, charming eyes.

"Let's go to the West Lake to fight, don't disturb the neighbors' sleep."

An Le said softly.

Wang Qinhe's sharp sword aura shook suddenly, his eyes were sharp, staring at An Le, and he vaguely felt that the young man seemed to be very different from the last time he saw him.

More confident, more heroic, more domineering......

Forging the Three Realms...... Can you be so confident with him?

"Okay." Wang Qinhe replied in a deep voice.

The two of them walked in the rain like old friends, along Qingbo Street, and walked to the West Lake.

The slight clouds and water are confused, and the light of the mountains in the distance is low.

On a rainy night, the West Lake is dotted with ripples.

On the flower boats, the lanterns are on, the warblers and swallows are swallows, and there is a faint sound of piano and bamboo, and the sound is in the ears.

Wang Qinhe and An Le walked to the lakeside.

But they didn't stop for half a minute, and the two of them stepped on the surface of the lake, as if they were walking on the ground.

The two walked on the lake, ten feet apart, looking at each other.

Wang Qinhe held the dragon's spine knife obliquely, and the qi and blood on his body emerged from under the membrane, and the spring rain was evaporated before it fell.

"On the Little Saint List, you should have challenged me, but now you and I have changed positions."

"I'm not convinced."

Wang Qin River Road.

An Le had no umbrella for a long time, and the oil-paper umbrella was placed on the lakeside causeway.

At this moment, bathed in the spring rain, the ink pool on his waist with a sword groan, levitated, hidden in the night and spring rain, and could not be found.

"If you don't accept it, then you will be beaten until you are convinced."

Ann Ledao.

However, before the words were finished, Wang Qinhe had already set off, running quickly, and the distance of ten zhang was instantly closer.

Bang bang bang!

The surface of the lake is like a series of ripples of water that have exploded!

Wang Qinhe had watched the battle between An Le and the charioteer with a knife to cast the mountain, and knew that An Le's swordsmanship that he had learned since he was a child was superb.

However, the disadvantage is that the forging body is cultivated.

Wang Qinhe naturally would not make the mistake of casting a mountain, and besides, he was not a mountain!

Quickly fit and play your own forging advantage!

However, the next moment, Wang Qinhe, who was approaching the range of An Le's body, was about to swing his knife, and his pupils shrank suddenly!

But I saw An Le posing in a tiger pose, playing a type of tiger palm, the green clothes were drumming, the qi and blood were like a drying oven, and there seemed to be a blood-colored scripture looming from between the epithelium.

The majestic demonic energy, blood energy, spiritual energy, and strength gather and disperse at the same time!

The handsome and elegant young man in Tsing Yi suddenly turned into an ancient fierce demon tiger who roared and fell from the stars!

The Five Ancient Demon Birds, first displayed in battle, open their fangs to the world!

Wang Qinhe's heart was suddenly shocked!

This...... What kind of five birds are these?!

The knife that had not yet been swung was pressed back by An Le, and it was smashed down with a tiger palm.

Wang Qinhe only felt the terrifying huge force pressing, with a little dazed and incredulous, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Boom!

There was a loud explosion on the lake!

The whole person was smashed directly into the bottom of the lake!

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