"Brahma Temple, I finally found you. Hey. Furukawa chuckled, and then turned into a streamer of light and rushed into the temple.

From the entrance of the Brahma Temple, you can see a magnificent building called the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas, in which there are many Buddha statues, all of which are different and cast in pure gold. There are more than 100 towers around the Ten Thousand Buddha Palace, among which there is one of the highest, which is extremely eye-catching, called the chanting tower, although the name is so, but it is indeed the place where the Brahma Temple collects books. Brahma Temple has been named for 10,000 years, and it can be said that it has the same history as the existence of the Cangxuan Continent, and the martial arts background is very high. I don't know how many martial idiots coveted this chanting tower, but no one dared to come to peep at one or two, even if there were those who dared to come, they ended up with no news at all.

On a dark and windy night, Furukawa dressed in black and masked, flew around the temple towards the chanting tower. During the day, he had already figured out the route and marked it, and at this moment, his perception suddenly found that there was an aura in the chanting tower that made him feel indistinct. At the moment, he hid all his breath, and he knew that this person hidden in the chanting tower was definitely not his opponent, but when he traveled around the continent, he had forgotten what it was to be afraid of when he met an opponent. Because what he is best at is not fighting, but running, if it comes to escaping, Cangxuan Continent really can't find a few opponents for him.

Just as he was approaching the chanting tower, suddenly there was a burst of fire, and ten monks dressed as arhats with even golden skin surrounded him. Furukawa was shocked to find that none of the ten monks had a weaker aura than him. Knowing that it is not good, the matter has come to this, and it is useless to stay, and he was about to escape at the moment, when suddenly there was a laugh from the rear: "Hehe, the famous thief Guchuan donor, why are you in such a hurry to leave." ”

Furukawa glanced back, only to see a lean old monk wearing a robe and a gray beard appear at the door of the chanting tower. It was exactly what he had perceived. I didn't think much about it at the moment, and flew out of the temple vigorously. Suddenly, a huge golden net of golden light came towards him. After a while, they caught up with him and wrapped him in the slightest. Furukawa was furious: "Old monk, what the hell do you want to do." ”

"No dust and no intention to offend, but please stay in the temple for three to five years. The old monk stepped forward and smiled, his smile was extremely kind and harmless.

"Damn, what are you kidding, let me go, or I'll tear up your broken temple!" Furukawa had never been insulted like this, and he was angry at the moment.

The old monk looked at each other and smiled at the arhats beside him: "In the ancient river of the Cangxuan Continent, it may be possible, but this is the Brahma Temple." So please ask the donor to leave some time. ”

Furukawa turned on the Xuandan at the moment, reaching out to tear the golden giant net apart. But even if the Xuan Jin was used, the giant net still did not move.

"Hehe, this golden-bodied Moro net will not be tossed in vain with the strength of the late stage of the benefactor King Xuan. The old monk smiled.

"What is your purpose in asking me to stay in this temple?" Furukawa asked angrily, giving up the struggle.

"Donor's apprentice Qin Cang!" the old monk said with a smile.

Furukawa was shocked, few people knew about his disciples, not to mention this isolated island Brahma Temple far away in the sea.

"I also know that Furukawa must have come here for his own disciple this time. However, it is not time for the donor to leave, and the fate of the "Xuanshen Creation Sutra" in my temple and Qin Cangxiao's benefactor has not arrived. It is as short as three years, but not as long as five years, and the old man will personally send the donor out of the temple. When the time comes, you can also help this little donor in danger. During this time, our temple will definitely entertain the donor. And can help the donor a big favor!"

"What's the busy?" Furukawa asked.

"Huh. The old monk stroked his gray beard and said with a smile: "The old man guessed that although the Guchuan donor reached the late stage of King Xuan, because of the wind attribute and the reason for practicing "Cloud Vertical Step", the speed was far better than the effect of the late stage of King Xuan, but the combat strength was not as powerful as the late stage of King Xuan. Is that a lie?"

"No, how do you know?" Furukawa wondered.

"See, don't be surprised, the donor can help the donor restrain this weakness of the wind attribute!" the old monk said solemnly.

"If that's the case, Furukawa thanked the master. Furukawa said. The weakness of the wind attribute has always been his only heart disease, and the old monk's words also made him believe in this old monk. What's more, Buddhism doesn't speak, since he has cultivated to such a realm, of course this old monk knows.

In this way, Furukawa stayed in the Brahma Temple and practiced all day long.

Since Qin Cang reached the Xuan Realm, he has been cultivating all day long, without a pause, waiting for him is no longer just the expectation of his family, Hou Shan wants to take his own life, he must take revenge, in order to swallow this evil breath in his heart, although his strength is low, but he is still young, there is time, as long as Hou Shan does not die, there will be a day when he will take revenge. Surabaya Pavilion is kind to himself, and now the situation is urgent, Hou Shan and Lin Shuangsuo formed the Shuangshan Alliance to recruit troops, and they have been guilty for a long time, and they must do everything they can to help Surabaya Pavilion at that time, but this also requires strength. Moreover, although the marriage between himself and Xiao Ying'er was not mentioned in the cabinet, many people had ideas in their hearts, after all, Qin Cang's strength was too weak, and no one could see the future development, if he reached that time, his strength was still average, and someone would definitely stand up against it, even if Xiao Ying'er liked herself again, everything would have to bow her head in front of her strength.

In this way, Qin Cang worked hard to cultivate under a lot of pressure, all of which pressed on his weak shoulders! Endure loneliness, endure pain, and endure hardships.

Two years passed in the blink of an eye, and in the woods, a handsome young man in black closed his eyes tightly, his strength condensed into two fingers, and his body was slightly oblique. Suddenly, the young man opened his eyes sharply and shouted: "Chuanjiang finger!" A circle of light flashed, and the light blue pillar of light shot violently on a thick tree trunk in the direction of his finger, and the tree trunk exploded violently when he touched the pillar of light. The boy sniffled lightly with his fingers and smiled.

On the rock, the boy held his breath and stared fiercely at a huge rock. A golden light flashed from his right arm, and from time to time, the golden light flourished!"Ring the golden arm!" The boy burst into a loud shout, raised his right arm and slammed it on the rock, and suddenly the rock burst, raising fine dust and pounced on the boy's body, and the boy slapped the dust on the clothes, and let out an innocent smile again.

In the forest, a male lion glared angrily at the black-clothed young man in front of him, his eyes were red, obviously he had been hungry for a long time, and from time to time, with a roar, he suddenly pounced on the young man. There was no trace of fear in the young man's eyes, but there was cunning. His hands formed a knot, and he whispered, "Burn your body!", and suddenly, a fire python suddenly jumped up from behind the young man. With a roar, he ran towards the lion. As soon as he touched the lion's body, he showed a huge amount of strength, and the slightest trace of it wrapped around the lion. The male lion struggled several times to no avail, and collapsed weakly on the ground. From time to time, the smell of burning comes from the fur.

The black-clothed young man smiled and looked up at the sky, at this time he was fifteen years old, he had reached the late stage of the Xuan Realm, the leader of the younger generation of the Surabaya Pavilion, the youngest member of the Qingjiang Army, and the proud son-in-law of the pavilion master Xiao Sheng. Qin Cang!

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