Who knows why I was suddenly able to perform the True Transmission Sword Technique of the Supreme Induction Sect?

Historically, the Shenying Kongmen Sword has only been passed down in the names of the three Yuanshen Zhenyi Divine Monarchs of Luo, Chen, and Yao, and everyone who can be taught must change their surname and become their descendants. And because there is the primordial god true one god monarch on the top, it is impossible for the true legend to leak out at all. Because he couldn't get the guidance of the Yuan Shen Zhenyi Divine Monarch on the divine soul, even if the disciples of the thief sect stole all the words about this sword technique, they still couldn't practice it in the end.

So, when I say the people of the Supreme Induction Sect, who can refute it?

I didn't see Cat Yasha pinching his eyebrows, stinky face, and I wanted to knock on my head a few times to vent my anger.

But who can know the whereabouts of Yuan Chenzi? Who can know what kind of tragic fate he had? Who can know everything in his memory, everything and everything, from the time he killed his first murder when he was fifteen years old to the time he is now 7,614 years old? Who can know how many masks this guy has, how many identities he has disguised, how many secret organizations he has joined, how many headless unsolved cases he has created, and how many evil deeds he has done?

I know it all.

Because this guy was killed by someone with a sword, his body had almost fused into the Xuanyuan Sword fragment, and the divine soul had almost devoured the Yuan Spirit that was reborn from the Xuanyuan Sword fragment, and the Yuan Shen had almost manifested and corresponded to the Heavenly Dao, so he was killed.

Then he was pushed into the void with a sword, stuffed into a very mysterious place, and then washed away everything except the essence of the primordial god, and threw it there along with countless other countless things. Only one n-light little guy snatched the green leaf-like thing and was thrown out of the sky by a big hand.

That's right.

That is a very mysterious place, it is my golden finger space!

So I said that I am the true disciple of Yuan Chenzi, who can refute it?

I said that I am a loose cultivator in the East China Sea, homeless, and have no door to follow, is there anything wrong with that?

I don't say anything about my past, I don't say why I wrote the two words between the flowers, whether there is any pain of life and death behind it, I don't want to say why I want to be an ascetic and be so free!

A circle of Jin Dan, casually sat down in this place at the stern of the cloud boat. Naturally, a large group of disciples rushed forward to clean up the surrounding weeds, naturally a large group of servants rushed forward to set up the table, put down the screen, pour the wine, and bring out the crystal clear fruits, and naturally there were a large group of cooks who set up a pot stove not far away and began to cook, and naturally a large group of female cultivators who really studied various songs and dances rushed forward, making flying shapes around, plucking the strings, and sprinkling flowers and herbs.

Do you think that when the Jindan bigwigs get together, they must talk about a Taoist method, a sword technique, or a discussion and study of alchemy techniques, refining techniques, magic circle rheology, and rune factions? Do you think that the Jindan bigwigs are so extravagant, they really shouldn't be, and they really look like they are a bit hateful?

But!

A group of birdmen surrounded me, but they were holding the image of the beautiful woman I drew a few days ago, and carefully exchanged their experiences. This said that the roadside flower seller girl I painted smiled very well, and understood that the male cultivator who bought the flowers was a stupid goose, and the female cultivator who received the flowers was wrong, and the three of them had their own part. The bathing picture that said that I drew for the wood fairy of the purple jade gate really opened her eyes, and the male cultivators who seduced her drooled and then were found by the wood fairy and slashed several times.

What's more, pointing to the pen and ink swaying out of my paintings, pointing at the sword books hidden inside, only scolding me for being a dog blood sprayer, bullshit doesn't make sense. Some of them are pointing to the rune routines left on my paintings, and they actually use the fake to make the truth, and take the ghost drawing runes that I scribbled at a while, and really scrutinize to see what can come out.

As for the surrounding things, it was indeed a bit excessive for the monks below the golden pill. You don't see the small plate of dried fruit I have in my hand, which is a specialty of the West Sea worth 3,000 spirit stones, and it is the addition of a Jindan Taoist over there who invited me to paint a special painting for her.

Spice up.

Three thousand spirit stones were the number that the foundation-building monk standing behind me had earned in a month's hard work, but now it was a small dish of dried fruit for me. And he stood less than three feet away from the plate, but he didn't even dare to have the slightest strange look, he didn't even have the courage to stretch out his fingers, so he could only stand there as a screen.

But such a luxury, above Jindan, suddenly depreciated, and it depreciated like an avalanche of diving cliffs. With the expansion of Jindan Zhenren's combat power by a thousand times, and even the more it expands, the more terrifying it becomes, this depreciation is even more distorted and exaggerated.

When you are a great monk of the Jindan Dragon and Tiger Realm, you can kill a 10-million-pound deep-sea whale demon king with a single sword, you can refine the gold veins at the bottom of the entire mountain range with a spell, and a magic circle can pull up the spiritual veins to create a small spiritual stone mine out of thin air, and you can casually copy and kill those nests of thieves, thieves, stolen cultivators, evil cultivators, and inferior cultivators, and it is not too easy to make money.

Not to mention, these things in front of him were all willing to be offered by the foundation-building monks who surrounded them.

Otherwise, it is only natural for a master to teach the Fa to his apprentices? Is it true that when you are his own son, he will feed you hand in hand when he accepts you as an apprentice? Is it true that when you are the woman next to his pillow, the crotch mount, the pet beast at hand, and the puppet at the door, can you get his trust for three points, and then get some inheritance for free?

It's really laughing to death!

You must know that this world is a world of Dao manifestation!

In this world where knowledge is the most naked and represents power, it represents everything, and knowledge is the most expensive and the most difficult.

You don't see, I talk to those Jindan real people, I have never had stage fright, no matter what absurd and out-of-tune things they mention, or what profound and subtle conjectures, I can pick them up. For example, we were looking at whether the white girls were bigger in Poland or Latvia, and then we were looking at which senator was behind the reduction of steel imports from China5 and which big corporation was doing, and then we might talk about the use of number theory in the astronomical deep space field for galaxies that were 12 billion light-years old.

I can't say it, it's just an hour's nonsense, and we can see each other's goods clearly. I know what kind of birdmen they are, and they also understand that I am definitely and destined to be a "dark son" of the Supreme Induction Sect.

Carefully cultivated, specially survived this upcoming catastrophe, and planned to shine again after the catastrophe.

But it was accidentally washed up on the shore by a monstrous tsunami and fell in front of people.

In particular, I really took out my paintbrush and made a picture for the Gongsun Fairy of Long Gaoshan, which made everyone even more sensational.

Just one stroke, just draw a beauty.

With just a sword, a country is drawn.

The light fog rises from the cape, a sword cages the rivers and mountains, and a good Gongsun Yuan outside the fog!11

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