The master of the courtyard, is being beaten?!"

In the White Horse Academy, Cheng Ru and the other disciples looked at Zhang Lanjiang who was embarrassed outside the academy, their eyes were dull and they couldn't believe it.

What did they see, the master of the dignified White Horse Academy, the one of the best Xuanxuan powerhouses in Luoshui, and Zhang Lanjiang, who was known as Haoran and upright, was actually being beaten.

Even if he was beaten, he was still beaten by Wang Luo (rì), who was not as strong as him, and he had no strength to fight back!

Blind their dogs.

"Mountain Lord, are you beating people?!"

At the foot of the mountain, the disciples of the mountain were also dumbfounded, their faces full of surprise.

But behind this surprise, there is shock, and more often than not, ecstasy.

Although they are called the three major sects of Luoshui along with the White Horse Academy and the Blood Shadow Divine Palace, they have always been suppressed by the White Horse Academy and the Blood Shadow Divine Palace.

Half-step Tongxuan sounds no different from Tongxuan, but the difference between half a step is worlds apart.

But now, the mountain master of their falling (rì) mountain, the king of the half-step Tongxuan, is pressing Zhang Lanjiang in the Tongxuan realm, which shows that the mountain master of their falling (rì) mountain is not Tongxuan, but better than Tongxuan.

In this way, when they go out in the future, who would dare to say that they did not have a strong Xuanxuan in the mountain?

Our White Horse Academy master is a master of Tongxuan, and his realm is profound, I'm sorry, he was beaten by our mountain master!

Our White Horse Academy master can call the wind and rain, exhale into thunder, sorry, he was beaten by our mountain master!

Our master of White Horse Academy is a protégé of a saint, I am sorry, he was beaten by our mountain master!

It's exciting to think about.

The disciples of the White Horse Academy were puzzled, the disciples of Luo (rì) Mountain were happy, and Zhang Lanjiang was depressed.

His strength is obviously much stronger than Wang Luo (rì), but under the influence and suppression of the purple qi, either the qi is sluggish, or the gang qi does not run smoothly, and even the longer the time, even the consciousness and reaction become a little sluggish, and the strength of the empty one (shēn) cannot be exerted.

Not only that, but even the power of the Bafang Wind and Rain Bell has been affected and suppressed.

Obviously, the culprit is the purple qi in the air.

In fact, this was also the first time he had seen the true power of the Purple Qi Donglai Monument.

The purple qi comes from the east to the stele and is the treasure of the town of the mountain of the falling (rì) mountain, and the soul is hooked, and it is naturally declared to be great.

According to legend, the purple qi donglai monument was made by the patriarch of the mountain who intercepted a wisp of innate purple qi between heaven and earth. The innate purple qi, which does not enter the five elements, is a symbol of the emperor, and all things are subjugated when they see it.

And the Purple Qi Donglai Monument refined by the innate purple qi, although it is not known for attacking, but it is powerful, but if it falls into the innate purple qi, the strength will be suppressed, and there will be no one or two out of ten.

It's just that he had only heard of his name before, but had not seen his face, so he also had some doubts about the power of the Purple Qi Donglai Monument, thinking that it was just a rumor by others, or that the falling (rì) mountain deliberately used it to elevate himself.

Therefore, if there was no precaution beforehand, the result was tragedy.

"Bang"

In the blink of an eye, Wang Luo (rì) smashed another fist on the Bafang Wind and Rain Bell, the bell shadow shook, the bell rang like a roar, and the sound waves (dàng) opened layers of ripples, while Zhang Lanjiang flew out upside down without accident and crashed into a hill, and the entire hill exploded.

"Haoran is righteous Zhang Lanjiang, it's nothing more than that!hahaha......"

After a punch flew Zhang Lanjiang, Wang Luo (rì) wrapped his hands around him, laughed loudly, and was arrogant and wanton.

Of course, he also has the capital to be arrogant, and with the Purple Qi Donglai Monument, he can be invincible, and if he doesn't take the opportunity to ridicule the other party, how can he get back the face he was beaten just now?

In addition, although the Purple Qi Donglai Monument is powerful, the consumption is not small, and the innate Purple Qi also has a certain suppressive effect on him, although it is not as obvious as Zhang Lanjiang, but it also exists, which is also a major defect of the Purple Qi Donglai Monument.

So, he had to pause and take a break to replenish the consumption of self (shēn).

"Wang Luo (rì), don't be arrogant, you are just relying on the relics of the sect and foreign objects, do you really think that you are invincible in the world?" In the smoke and dust, Zhang Lanjiang slowly walked out, holding the Bafang Wind and Rain Bell in his left hand, and the Bafang Wind and Rain Bell slowly rotated, and the wind and rain were like obscurity, blowing away the smoke and dust.

"Haha...... The world is invincible, and dare not be. Wang Luo (rì) laughed wantonly: "But against you, it is more than enough." ”

"Zhang Lanjiang, today I will let you know that I fall (rì) on the mountain, and I must not be humiliated!"

"I am the king of the fall (rì), even more insulting!"

"Wang Luo (rì), you are too arrogant, do you really think that with the purple qi from the east, you can be presumptuous in my White Horse Academy?"

Zhang Lanjiang snorted coldly: "Today, the old man will let you know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky!"

When the words fell, Zhang Lanjiang put away the Bafang Wind and Rain Clock, turned (shēn), turned his back to Wang Luo (rì), faced the White Horse Academy, brushed away the dust on (shēn) with his hand, wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and his movements were soothing and serious, meticulous, and solemn.

See the saints.

Seeing Zhang Lanjiang's actions, Wang Luo (rì) was puzzled at first, but then immediately felt a touch of uneasiness in his heart.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Wang Luo (rì) roared angrily, and (shēn) was like a big (rì), and rushed straight to Zhang Lanjiang.

Since you are uneasy, then strike first.

However, Zhang Lanjiang, who was standing with his back to Wang Luo (rì), didn't seem to feel Wang Luo's actions, and as if he didn't care, he was still solemn, his hands were hugged, and he bowed (shēn) three times to the White Horse Academy, performing the three ancient rituals.

The three rites, the ancient Confucian rites, the children see their parents, the students see the masters, and the Confucians see the sages, which is a noble ceremony.

"Please Saint's Codex ......"

With Zhang Lanjiang's voice, a streamer suddenly flew out.

The streamer is unpretentious, but it is extremely fast, and it transcends time and space, and it actually appears next to Zhang Lanjiang (shēn) one step before Wang Luo (rì), which is a broken book.

At the same time, Wang Luo (rì) threw a punch right on the book.

On the broken book, a layer of soft white light opened, the white light seemed to be soft and fragile, and it was powerless, but Wang Luo's fist fell on the white light, but it kept disappearing, and then without waiting for him to react, the white light gently spread outward by an inch, and Wang Luo (rì) was like dust, and he was dusted away, staggering back, and only after a dozen steps did he stop (shēn) in shape.

Wang Luo's face was ugly, staring at the broken book, and a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Although the previous ray of white light did not cause him any harm, he felt a terrifying and irresistible force from it.

At this moment, Zhang Lanjiang turned around (shēn) and reached out to catch the book in the air, and the white light on the book slowly dissipated, revealing its true face.

The book is wrinkled and broken, and the cover is still stained with black ink stains, and in the middle of the cover, the seven characters of "Notes on Tianyong Fengwuzhi" are written in ancient seals.

No matter how you look at it, this broken book seems to be a chronicle of local customs that has been looked at countless times, and there is nothing special about it.

But it is this book that has nothing special about it, (bī) retreats from Wang Luo (rì).

"What the hell is this?" 王落 (rì) (tiǎn) lips, 神 (qíng) solemn.

Zhang Lanjiang held the broken book and said slowly: "This is the sage's codex, you have the relics of the sect in the mountain, and my White Horse Academy also has the blessing of the sage." ”

"Wang Luo (rì), my White Horse Academy, I can't be humiliated!"

"The land of sages and sages is not allowed to wait for a small night!"

"Hahaha...... What kind of dog (pì) saint's codex is just a broken book, see if I don't burn it. ”

Wang Luo (rì) showed disdain, but when he struck, he was thunderous, strategically despising the enemy and tactically valuing the enemy.

Wang Luo (rì) takes a step forward, clenches his right hand into a fist, and hands it forward.

At first, it was unremarkable, but every time he handed an inch forward, the fist was raised by half a foot, and the fist momentum was condensed for a minute, like a round of green sun, slowly rising from the horizon.

After three inches, the fist is higher than the top, and (rì) ascends to the sky.

In the center of the big (rì) is a stone stele, a purple gas from the east of the stele.

The purple qi from the east came to the stele and shook slightly, and the rich purple qi overflowed from the stele, the big (rì) became purple, the light became purple, and the eastern sky became purple.

(rì) ascends to the middle of the sky, and purple air comes from the east.

The next moment, the fist falls, (rì) falls, and the sky falls.

Under the big (rì) transformed into the Purple Qi Donglai Monument, a terrifying coercion and aura spread, all spirits surrendered, and the sky trembled.

Everyone, including the disciples of the White Horse Academy and the disciples of Luo (rì) Mountain, felt a burst of suffocation and oppression, their qi was stagnant, their spirits trembled, and they could not give birth to the slightest courage to resist.

"Don't be ashamed. ”

Zhang Lanjiang could naturally feel the suppression of the Purple Qi Donglai Monument in the air, but he was not afraid at all, holding the Sage's Codex in his hand, slightly half an inch above his head.

Above the head, salute the sages.

"The students respectfully ask the saint to take a hand and bless the holy land of our college. ”

"Boom la la ......"

The next moment, the sage's codex in Zhang Lanjiang's hand turned the book without wind, the pages were turning with a bang, and the sound was crisp and pleasant, like the sound of the wind and the sound of rain.

The sound of the wind and rain, the sound of reading, the color of the mountains and the water, the color of the world.

As the pages of the book turned, a figure came out of the book, there were men and women, old and young, the figures were full of figures, talking and laughing, and the wind of heaven and earth (qíng) was in the world.

Behind the world, there are mountains, or delicate and exquisite, or majestic and precipitous; mountain barriers, rivers like jade belts, through the mountains and mountains, by virtue of the city wall.

Between the mountains and rivers, birds and beasts chirp and leap.

Mountains and rivers, birds and beasts and the world are painted into a slowly unfolding ink painting, splendid and colorful, with thousands of winds (qíng).

What a picture of the world's mountains and rivers.

The purple qi came from the east, and all the spirits surrendered, but they couldn't help the mountains and rivers in the world.

Mountains and rivers move, rivers flow, red dust is disturbed, under the picture scroll of mountains and rivers, purple gas is scattered, fist strength is eliminated, the coercion and terror of the sky disappear, only tranquility and peace remain, there is a world of heaven and earth, mountains and rivers.

"This ...... How is this possible? How can your broken book suppress my Purple Qi Donglai Monument?"

Feeling that the power on the purple qi from the east was getting weaker and weaker, Wang Luo's eyes widened in disbelief.

Even though he had paid enough attention to the Sage Codex, he still didn't think that the Sage Codex was so powerful that it could suppress his Purple Qi Donglai Monument?

Obviously, that saint's codex is also a soul-hooking level trick, and the grade is higher.

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