Everyone, someone went out for a trip to relatives, and it was already late when he got home, and the manuscript of the previous period of time has been sold out (┬_┬), so Mu has a system spontaneously, sorry!

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Knowing that Qin Ya, the first seat of the predecessor Zangjian Peak, had moved to Tai'a Peak, and appeared in front of people with a completely non-governing attitude, the voice of opposition and frustration can be described as a one-sided trend, and in this one-sided trend, in addition to Jia Jia and Gu Lang being happy in their hearts, there is an emerging force that has made firm support for this matter with tenacity, not others, it is the fourteen students of Tai'a Feng Yunkai Academy.

The young man didn't know how to look at the heights, and he insisted that Qin Ya come to Yunkai Academy to teach, of course, such requirements were only revealed as child's play among the high-level leaders of Kunlun.

The students of Yunkai Academy were very courageous, and they didn't know what they were afraid of, and when they learned that the high-level leaders of Kunlun did not agree with his private request, they simply found Tai'a Feng Qin Ya's residence and wanted to "invite" him out. However, when the fourteen teenagers were full of interest, they saw that in less than a day, it had spread throughout the main building of Tai'a Peak, the first of the original Tibetan Sword Peak, and the residence of Qin Ya, the current ordinary out-of-body monk of Tai'a Peak, a pale yellow protective magic shield faintly rose in the sky, and the halo on the protective magic cover flickered. Someone who did good things secretly counted the number of halos. It was found that there were as many as seven. But none of them are the same.

"Seven Spirits and Nine Turns Protective Array?" Lu Xingluo, who was born in the Lu family of the formation mage family, was worthy of being a genius junior who was pinned on by the Lu family, but he was slightly stunned, and immediately came back to his senses: "It's actually the Seven Spirits and Nine Turns Protective Array?"

"What Nine Turns Array?" The young monk who accompanied him was confused, and he couldn't understand the excitement and emotion of Lu Xingluo, who was born in the formation mage family, when he saw this array.

"The Seven Spirits and Nine Turns Protection Array, a formation that has almost disappeared from the world, I really can't imagine that Xingluo will be able to see it in his lifetime. Lu Xingluo's breathing became more and more rapid, and his eyes were as bright as stars: none of the thirteen monks beside him were formation mages, so naturally they would not understand that they were formation mages. I thought that I would not reproduce the excitement and excitement of the formation that would not reproduce the day when it appeared in front of me.

Everyone often says: Sword cultivation is the most faithful monk in the world, born for the sword, died for the sword, the real sword cultivation since entering the Tao, no matter the difficulties and dangers, no matter the people's hearts, the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand is something that can never be thrown away at will. Give up the cultivation of the six arts of immortals, give up the hundred ways of the world, enter the way of the sword and the hundred ways are gone, and focus all your attention on a three-foot long sword. The cold wind drinks the dew and blows down the frost on the ground. In the end, I really realized that I loved the sword and became obsessed, and this heart did not change, this is the sword cultivation.

The sword is in the people, and the sword forgets the death. It is a genius boy like Li Wuchen, even if he passed the eighty-one level and became the new master of the sword of the gods, he was full of spirits back then, and he wanted to come to anyone who participated in the handover meeting, no one would forget, but one day, until the peak was knocked down to the world, the sword was snatched, no one could feel Li Wuchen's heart, what ordinary people saw was just Huafa was born early, and perseverance was as usual, but even if he did not show it at the time, and then, there will always be a seizure one day, maybe he disappeared quietly, or like Li Wuchen, he jumped off the Yunshui embankment in an almost decisive situation, and the lights went out。

But it was precisely the almost obsessive love for a seemingly lifeless three-foot Qingfeng that finally caused the sword cultivator to be recognized as the strongest among all monks.

The three-foot Qingfeng is all in one hand, if there is spirituality, the sword moves are drawn between the ups and downs of a sword cultivator's life, whether wonderful or bleak, but such a choice, no real sword cultivator will regret it.

Therefore, the strength and terrifyingness of the sword cultivation belief are recognized among the monks of the world.

With such a powerful faith in Sword Cultivation in front of him, the rest of the monks seemed to be dim in front of him.

Lu Xingluo's eyes were like candles in the night, swaying out a completely different belief, the sword cultivation belief is powerful, everyone can see it, what about the others? This belief can only be foreseen by himself.

The formation mage also has the belief of the formation mage, studying the formation, understanding the gossip of the five directions, the twelve star palaces, the several array flags, the array beads, the array plate on a piece, and the hand cloth down, just by virtue of the different arrangement, resulting in a different vision like illusion, or like a trick, stacking out a set of invisible mountains to kill people invisibly.

For the array mage, thousands of worlds are within two fingers. The same number of array flags, some people only regard it as a kind of thing, and after the interest is over, they throw it into an unknown corner, but some people are strange, borrowing the power of the invisible, and laying out a virtual world in their hands.

The sword cultivator thinks that a sword can level the world, and the array mage also thinks that the hands can spread out the world as he wants, and the world is either waiting quietly, just like a demon with a wide mouth, waiting for people to go deep into it;

Leverage the invisible force, and fight with force. There is no impermeable wall in the world, and the words of the only female preacher in Yunkai Academy back then, although her identity as a formation mage was no longer recognized, it also transmitted the words that could be called annihilation into the ears of the world's array mages.

The older generation of formation mages may insist on their own opinions and are reluctant to admit it, but the younger formation mages have their own ideas. Not only do they think that there is a reason, but they also secretly practice the young formation mage.

This includes him - Lu Xingluo. It was because of her ability, from the beginning, he had never questioned it, and now when he saw the Seven Spirits and Nine Turns Great Array, he thought of her for the first time.

Thinking of this, ignoring the voices of the monks of the same generation around him, Lu Xingluo raised his head and looked around. But I saw the branches of the tall and lush bamboo. The corners of the plain robe hung down.

Black hair hangs slantingly. The face was covered, and only the bun buried between the bamboo leaves told the world that this man was a man.

Lu Xingluo raised his head and shouted, "Who is the real person, how can you underestimate it here?" Unceremoniously looked at the man with his divine sense, but found that the divine consciousness on him was just like a spiritual reality entering the sea, unfathomable, and it was impossible to explore it.

"That's just the case. The man moved, and seemed to turn his face, saying that it seemed to be because it was still obscured by black hair. There is only a pair of eyes in the green silk, which seems to be smiling, but the edge is hidden, "Wei has not returned to Kunlun for many years, but he only feels that things in the world are just like the vicissitudes of life, and the mountains and rivers have overturned." I didn't know that my Kunlun Broken Army Star would also take the initiative to escape from the world, and I didn't know when there was a group of little dolls on top of my Tai'a Peak. ”

But seeing a group of teenagers with different expressions on their faces or vigilant, or indifferent, or meaningless, or curious, after a while, someone chuckled: "Real person." Your surname is Wei?", which was the most common question, but it became frivolous because of the usual tone of the person who spoke.

Frivolous. Among the fourteen monks, except for Nguyen Siming, he didn't think about it.

"Stinky boy, it's better to teach this seat to attract bees and butterflies like this, how did you survive so well?" Ruan Siming only felt that there was one more person in front of him, and the group was still talking in a whisper, and then he quieted down strangely, and looked at the person without blinking.

"It's so fast. Han Jiyin is a wind spirit root, and his dedication to speed is naturally not as good as ordinary people, but seeing that he has come to him in an instant, he can't help but ask curiously, "Real person, what kind of spirit root are you, and what kind of body method do you use?"

"Linggen?Body Method?" Although the man's hair was messy and not dirty, he didn't care that his vision was blocked behind his black hair, "Silly boy, a certain surname Wei, Mingdong." After returning from this trip, he saw that the trip was like a different world, and the changes were earth-shaking, which had long been beyond Wei's imagination. The Tibetan Sword Gentleman entered Tai'a, concentrated on retreat and impacted the Tibetan God, and the girl boy on the Tibetan Sword Peak was gone, which was a pity. ”

"Girl, boy?" Han Ji blinked, "Who are you looking for?"

"A girl surnamed Lian. Wei Dong patted his head and chuckled, "Don't talk about others, let's talk about her first." ”

"The surname Lian is a lot. Someone blinked and said.

"The most famous one?"

"It's not a girl, it's even a real person I'm waiting for, she's seventy-four years old, if it's a mortal, it's a grandmother. The one who answered the phone was still the frivolous kid, and teased softly, "In this way, you should be the old Wei senior who has returned from traveling!"

"Good boy! The man reached out and swept the black hair that was blocking in front of him to the back of his head. With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he looks amiable, and has an elegant bearing, which is completely different from the messy lazy man in his imagination.

Seeing that he looked very good at speaking, someone couldn't help but ask again: "Wei Zhenren, what kind of posture did Fang Cai suddenly appear in front of us? Can you tell me? It is even more powerful than the footwork of "Treading Snow Feather Feihong". ”

More than half of the fourteen monks present had practiced "Treading Snow Feather Feihong", and they had never seen the footwork of "Treading Snow Feather Feihong" so fast, so they couldn't help but look at it curiously.

"It's not a formality. It's supernatural powers, supernatural teleportation. Speaking of "Treading Snow Feather Feihong", Wei has never seen anyone who will step on Snow Feather Feihong to make it better and better than the girl surnamed Lian. Wei Dong didn't know what he thought, his eyes were full of smiles, and his patience was much better.

"If you talk about the footwork of "Treading Snow Feather Feihong", if she talks about the second, no one dares to call it the first. Wei Dong shook his head lightly, the journey in the land of Shenzhou has adventures and dangers, but fortunately, he has come back from this trip, not only that, but also brought back the cultivation strength of the peak of the early stage of the Tibetan God.

However, if before, the people in the sect were just passing by to him, and he didn't realize that time was passing like a fly, and now he was surrounded by a large group of young monks who he had never seen before, but he suddenly felt a feeling, and suddenly understood the feeling described in a poem of homesickness by Fan Chen.

"When I left home and went back, my hometown voice has not changed, and my sideburns have been blown. When the children don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from. "There is no young age, no leaving home, no country accent and gray sideburns. Only the young monk who he had never seen before surrounded him, and asked where he came from, but the scene was not the same, but it made him feel the same way.

I don't know how many people I have traveled abroad, but it is the first time that I feel the rapid changes in Kunlun. Wei Dong looked up, that round of red sun was in the sky, it was very dazzling, and his eyes narrowed: "Kunlun, I, Wei Dong is back." ”

But I don't know what kind of prosperous wonders will happen in Kunlun when I return this time? (To be continued......

PS: Opened a new - Lang Weibo, nickname: The starting point is a long stroll, welcome onlookers~~