"What about me, now that I'm a Qilin body, I should be able to cultivate as well, right?

Li Yun stared at the Tianxin Qilin, eager to seize the secret art cultivation and enhance his strength.

Dong Hao, a disciple of the Liyang Sacred Palace, is a big mountain in front of him, and he must cross it, otherwise the fate of the Mu sisters is worrying, and he will never allow this to happen.

"Well, this one."

Tianxin Qilin hesitated a little, hesitated for a moment, and told Li Yun with a solemn face.

"This kind of secret technique, which fits the physique of the Jiao clan, may not be suitable for your Qilin body, but take a look at the spirit again, maybe this incomplete Jiaolong Blood Escape Technique may have an effect on you, after all, you are now majoring in physical body qi and blood and spiritual power in the body, hold your breath and concentrate, don't be distracted, I will pass on the Fa to you!"

"Good!"

Li Yun closed his eyes and stood still. Mobile SM:

In my mind, a law decision suddenly came, only less than a hundred words, but it was very mysterious and difficult to understand.

"This technique is not an attack method, but an escape technique, using the qi and blood in the body to turn into a blood jiao, tearing the void and achieving a space jump"

Tianxin Qilin tried to cultivate for a few days, and he had some experience with this secret technique, and told Li Yun one by one.

This temple fell into a dead silence again, Li Yun was practicing the Jiaolong Blood Escape Technique, and he was comprehending the secret technique in his mind.

And in Liyang City, there are more and more disciples from other holy places, leading elders, etc., and they are becoming more and more lively.

The disciples of the Holy Land had a bad relationship with each other, and even hostile to each other, and several battles broke out in various areas of the city, winning and losing each other.

Somehow, Li Yijian, the holy son of the Ten Thousand Saints Sword Sect, and Qiao Yu, the little poisonous girl of the Poison King Sacred Valley, fought that day and were spread by people with hearts.

Of course, the two of them are extremely outstanding geniuses in this starry sky, one Holy Son, and the other Holy Son's own sister, and the battle between the two is very exciting, and it should be followed by many people.

However, the focus of their attention was a little weird, not the process or result of the battle between the two, but the focus on the Holy Son Li Yijian, the mount that was plotted.

Afterwards, a monk spoke, and saw a young monk, a strong man, and a blue pony, and the three of them were in a mess, killed the golden eagle and carried it away.

Li Yijian, who got the news, had a gloomy look on his face, his eyes were full of fire, and he frantically searched for the three of them in the city for a long time, but unfortunately found nothing.

"No matter who murdered my Xiaojin, your life will be collected by my Li Yijian, and even the sky can't collect it!"

A violent sound of anger echoed in a prosperous area of the city, and all the nearby monks looked shocked.

Some people who were not highly cultivated were even shocked by this voice containing powerful spiritual power, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of their mouth.

"Which bastard actually dares to stroke Li Yijian's tiger whiskers?"

"It's appalling! A great saint-level Tianjiao powerhouse has one day actually been robbed of his mount, it's ridiculous!"

Of course, these people didn't find any trace of the trio of knocking sticks, otherwise they would be stunned again, and the mount of the Holy Son Li Yijian was roasted and eaten by the three of them.

Liyang City is located at the foot of a series of mountains, and above it is a group of volcanoes, which is where the mountain gate of Liyang Sacred Palace is located.

Near the volcanoes, there is an area that is specially prepared for distinguished guests by the Holy Land Liyang Holy Palace.

Among them, in a courtyard with an elegant environment, the old monk of dry water and other people of Sumeru Temple temporarily live here.

Lu Xiong, Yandian Longma, and the two were hiding in the room of the monk Zhenxing, feasting, and on the table next to them, there were a bunch of discarded wine jars.

"Enjoyable!"

Lu Xiong's mouth was full of oil, his hands were full of grease, and he screamed a few times excitedly, and the table was about to be smashed by his palm.

"Keep it low! Big man, we're going to keep it low!"

Yandian Ryoma had a big tongue, drunken eyes, no mount at all, leaning on the table, looking like a senior drunkard.

"Alas, sins and sins, and broken the vows again"

While chanting the Buddha's name, the monk Zhenxing gnawed on the golden oily pieces of meat, so he was not chic.

"The glow is shining, the blood is surging, it is really a great supplement!"

In recent days, the three of them have eaten the barbecue meat of the Golden Condor every day, devouring qi and blood, and strengthening themselves, not only satisfying their appetite, but also increasing their cultivation by a few points.

Of course, they do keep a low profile enough to hide in the area, not worrying about someone coming to find fault.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

"Senior Brother Zhenxing, Uncle Dry Water has called you something, why does the little monk smell meat?

Inside the house, the three of them suddenly felt a pang in their hearts.

The face of the monk Zhenxing changed slightly, and he suddenly coughed lightly, and his treasure was solemn, exuding a wisp of the bearing of a Buddhist monk.

"Really hurt junior brother, you must have had a delusion, most likely because your cultivation has been slackened recently, and you chant for an hour every morning and evening, have you ever slackened?"

Outside, the monk suddenly cried and mourned, his hands joined together in shame, and he recited the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, what Senior Brother Zhenxing taught me is that the little monk and I have recently entered the world, and occasionally have chaotic thoughts, and there must be hallucinations."

After a while, Monk Zhenxing walked out of the room with his big sleeves fluttering and wearing a monk's robe.

His face was solemn, as if he had changed from the monk who was full of oil just now, looking at the really hurt monk, and smiled faintly.

"Let's go!"

"Yes, brother. ”

The true wounded monk looked in admiration, looked at the dashing back of the true monk striding away, and said secretly in his heart.

"Brother Zhenxing's Buddhism is too profound, and every line is secretly in line with the Buddha's intentions, and he is the most amiable of the three Buddhas in my Sumeru Temple, which makes people have to be convinced."

He didn't believe it when he was killed, and Senior Brother Zhenxing, whom he admired so much, was hiding in the house just now, munching on meat, breaking the precepts of Buddhism.

Of course, if the dry water monk learns about this, he will definitely be angry that the first Buddha was born and the second Buddha ascended to heaven, and he can't wait to set a ban on the true monk to prevent him from going out.

"Uncle Dry Water, what are you calling the little monk?"

At this time, the monk Zhenxing came to a quiet room, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, which was very different from the image of drinking wildly and eating meat just now.

The thin old monk sat cross-legged on a futon, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, bare head, long eyebrows and beard like snow, quite the appearance of a high-ranking monk.

Some time ago, he fought with the poison king Elder Shenggu Zhu, and he was poisoned, but now he has completely improved, and he hurriedly called Monk Zhenxing to come here and explain the matter.

"Really good, you were abandoned by your mother when you were young, and it was the temple owner's brother who went out to meet by chance, so he brought you into my Sumeru Temple, and this temple can be said to cultivate you with all its might."

"Now, there seems to be turmoil in this star field, and it is said that the Blue Water Sword Palace has gone deep into the Demon Cave"

"You are one of the three Buddhas of my Sumeru Temple, although you are the youngest and the weakest, but you have won the love of the temple master and brother, and even intend to let you inherit the mantle in the future, but you still lack experience"

The old monk of the dry water rambled a lot, and finally told the monk Zhenxing a word.

This time, there will be an exchange meeting of the younger generation of strong people in the Liyang Holy Palace, so that the true monk must participate, and it is best to take the lead in the exchange meeting and raise the prestige of the Sumeru Temple.

"Of course, just defeat your opponent, don't kill"

The old monk of the dry water earnestly advised, and the monk nodded as if the chicken pecked rice, and the atmosphere was harmonious, but the two were separated by a layer of window paper, and no one pierced it.

Time passed, as the day of the grand ceremony approached, more and more holy places came to Liyang City, and the city was mixed, and there were battles breaking out every day, and the disciples of the holy places clashed.

On this day, Qingcheng Wudian and others, under the leadership of Elder Qi, stepped into the city.

In the crowd, Yijun's son Xu Yijun, Wu Yiyong, Lan Xiang and others were impressively listed, and there were even Mingqi, Lan Bing and others.

"The Gathering of Storms and Clouds, this grand ceremony is not only an opportunity for Liyang Sacred Palace to show off its heritage, but also an opportunity for you to experience and see the world, you must seize it!"

Last time Elder Qi auctioned a lot of things in the Demon Cave for the Qingcheng Martial Palace, and was highly praised by the Great Elder and others, and got a lot of benefits.

"Yes, Uncle Qi is right. ”

Xu Yijun and the others felt a pang in their hearts, and nodded yes one after another.

The group went into the city and inquired about some recent news.

"Except for the Blue Water Sword Palace, the other holy places have basically come, and there are even a few holy sons and saints who have come in person."

"For example, Li Yijian, the Holy Son of the Ten Thousand Saints Sword Sect, has superb swordsmanship and heroic posture, and is an amazing and brilliant archery genius!"

"Also, although the Poison King Sacred Valley did not have the Holy Son and Holy Maiden to arrive, there was a little poisonous girl Qiao Yu who appeared, although she was slightly inferior to the Holy Son Li Yijian, but she retreated safely."

"In addition, there are also the Holy Water Rou Fairy of the Bishui Divine Sect, the Holy Son of the Dao Xuan Temple, the Holy Son of the Dao Xuan Temple, the Holy Son of the Shenmu Sect, Mu Yingjun, etc., there are as many as five or six!"

"These great sons and saints have had several fierce battles, and they have not decided the winner, because there are powerful people who have stopped them. ”

"In addition to these, there are also rumors in the city that the Golden Eagle, the mount of the Holy Son Li Yijian, was taken away by a group of thieves, and it is said that it was roasted and eaten, because someone found a huge wing bone in a remote place in the city."

Xu Yijun and the others, with different colors on all sides, were in a daze for a while.

They can understand the battle between the Holy Sons, but how could someone be dizzy and actually make a black hand to the Holy Son Li with a sword?

A rare breed of mount, for a holy son, is far more than a means of transportation, and it can even be said to be Li Yijian's face.

Now, someone actually tore off Li Yijian's face nakedly, which can imagine the anger and grievance in Li Yijian's heart.

"What strange guy has done such a lack of virtue?"

Xu Yijun laughed secretly, happy to watch the excitement.

The group found a place to live in the city, recuperated and prepared for the upcoming festival.

In another area of the city, in a hall of the Starry Sky Palace, there was a young man in a green shirt, his eyes were like electricity, and he strode out.

This person is Li Yun, he has been in retreat for two months, and now he is finally out of the customs, and his whole person's spirit has climbed to an unimaginable situation, and his cultivation has crossed several small levels, which can be described as a lot of gains!

Suddenly, he stared at it, and noticed that not far away, an old man with a kind face was staring at the sky with his hands behind his back. read3;