From the seven-story restaurant on the left side of the street, a heroic and hearty laughter sounded: "How did the empty temple monk, who ranked ninth on the Qingxian List, run to the Daozun Temple and act as a gatekeeper for others?"

Ninth on the Qingxian list?

Luo Chuan's indifferent eyes showed a hint of interest.

Bai Yiqing said that the top nine masters on the Qingxian List have the strength to challenge the six Daozangs.

I don't know how much gap there is between me and such a master now.

"This Dao is home all over the world, and I have no relatives and no reason in Tianqijing, so I have to go to the Daozun Academy. Look at the gate for a few nights and change the place to sleep. The corners of the monk's mouth raised lightly, and he looked at the restaurant: "I haven't seen you for a few years, but Young Marshal Sima is still so interested." ”

Luo Chuan turned his head, and Sima Wuji, who he met during the day, sat on the railing, holding a wine bottle in his arms, and at a glance, the wine bottle turned out to be a huge fiery red gourd.

"Zhou Zhihao?"

"Sima is not sick. Luo Chuan's voice was slightly hoarse.

"You know Ben Gongzi? Sima Wujian made a golden knife, raised his head to drink, his face was full of heartiness, and then he showed a trace of regret: "I have been waiting for you for a long time, but it is a pity that I was preempted by this lazy monk." ”

As soon as Sima Wuji's words fell, a few more sword lights fell from the sky, falling into the restaurants on both sides of Tianyin Long Street, turning into human shapes, either the sons and brothers with jade robes, or the young Taoists with high crowns and wide sleeves.

In the blink of an eye, there were twenty more people on the originally deserted Tianyin Long Street. These twenty people have a high aura, and their cultivation is all above the second order of the True Dan. They set their eyes on Luo Chuan, with different expressions, whether playful or full of interest, but they did not hide the war intent in their eyes.

Among these people, three people caught Luo Chuan's attention.

Sima Wujian was the first.

The second is an elegant young man wearing a scholar's robe in the first restaurant on the right.

Seeing Luo Chuan's view, the scholar smiled slightly and arched his hand: "This Dao is different, the eighth on the Qingxian list, and I have seen Brother Zhou." ”

Luo Chuan nodded and set his eyes on the third person.

In another teahouse, Ren Xian stood quietly.

Just like in the daytime, there is a quiet artistic conception flowing up and down his body, even if he is also full of fighting spirit, but it is as quiet as a lonely forest and deep mountains.

"This way is virtuous, and the Qingxian list is twelfth. ”

These three people each occupy a restaurant, and they are cultivated to the third order of the True Pill, and they are ranked fifth, eighth and twelfth on the Qingxian List. Counting the ninth empty temple monk on the Qingxian list in the center of Long Street, the top twelve masters of the Qingxian list actually appeared.

In the past, when he first entered the Void Mountain Realm, Qin Jiatian vaguely said to Luo Chuan that outside the Immortal Family Sect, there were countless masters of the younger generation. Tonight in Apocalypse Beijing, Luo Chuan finally met, and it was still a big group.

They were not much older than Huo Jun and Luo Fei, but they had already broken through the True Dan Realm. Although it is said that there is the full help of a huge family behind them, their artistic conception belongs to them and is unique.

Artistic conception is the embodiment of the state of mind, which complements each other. The more stable the state of mind, the less you have to worry about going mad, and you can avoid the catastrophe of your demons.

Sadly, the disciples of the sect who are cultivating on the top of the mountains and clouds are not as good as the geniuses of the family who are playing in the red dust.

If you want to be enlightened, you need to go through the baptism of the vicissitudes of the world and the experience of red dust, otherwise it is difficult to achieve.

Tianqijing, on Tianyin Long Street, Luo Chuan had a feeling.

The mood was raised, and the rotation of the two Void Pills in the body accelerated, constantly gathering and condensing. Coupled with the three thousand Qingling Stones that he had devoured in the Teleportation Courtyard, Luo Chuan clearly felt that his skills had improved better than before.

A trace of evil appeared on his pale face, and Luo Chuan's eyes were cold and thoughtful.

For some reason, these people knew him, and they all came to him.

Perhaps half of the Heavenly Masters of the younger generation of Heavenly Apocalypse Capital have gathered here.

Luo Chuan vaguely guessed that Zhou Zhihao's identity might have changed something.

"When I first arrived, I was welcomed by all of you, and I was really honored. There are also four masters on the Qingxian list, such a big formation, do you want to scare this Dao. ”

Hearing this, Sima Wuji's faces were different, but soon their attention was attracted by the empty temple monk.

As the moon slipped into the western sky, the monks took a step forward.

When he took that step, the moonlight poured all over his body, and he flowed along the long street along the monk's robe, and the whole person's bearing changed, like a horizontal mountain blocking the river, blocking Luo Chuan's way.

"In the way?" Luo Chuan raised his eyebrows.

"If you disturb my dreams, don't think about leaving. The monk of the empty temple smiled slightly, his eyes still clear.

The vigorous fighting spirit burst out from the clear eyes of the monks of the empty temple, and he stood in the middle of the avenue, like a huge mountain that reached the sky, if he did not split the huge mountain, there was no way to go.

Luo Chuan's black-robed bloody knife stood straight at the other end of the long street. The night breeze blew, lifting the sleeves of the robe and flying, like a lone eagle with feathers in the wind.

When the moonlight flows along the monk's robe, it will overflow to Luo Chuan's feet, and Luo Chuan's long-held fighting spirit finally bursts.

"Is it ninth on the Qingxian list? Let this Dao meet for a while. ”

Uninhibited daxiao, Luo Chuan's figure disappeared.

The next moment, he appeared in mid-air, his body stretched, the sleeves of his robe bulging and churning, and the long knife of the day and sun clenched in both hands drew an impeccable arc, and the fifty zhang Danmang was like a moon across the sky, slashing across the long street and slashing towards the empty temple monks.

Under the moonlight, a young Taoist monk dressed in cross-dressing looked up at Luo Chuan.

There is a little more childishness in the clear eyes, and the eyes shine with innocence, curiosity and fearlessness, which constitute a very attractive quality.

Fifty zhang of the sword smashed the night and descended on the head of the monk of the empty temple.

The monk of the empty temple smiled slightly, and shouted in his mouth: "Duh!"

A wave of qi like a black abyss swung out from his body, his white jade-like palms were put together, and the majestic energy rose from under the monk's robe of the empty temple monk, gathering into a huge transparent round shield above his head.

Luo Chuan slashed down with a knife, and the knife strength that enveloped the momentum of heaven and earth gathered and concentrated, and slashed at the middle of the round shield without deviation.

Clang!

The monk of the empty temple did not move at all, and the transparent round shield above his head shook slightly, and his strength was like the sea water at low tide, flowing from the round shield to all directions.

The two knew that this first move was just a temptation.

The sound attack technique of the empty temple monk contains Zen, changing into a shield, and steadily blocking Luo Chuan's volley blow.

"It's me. ”

The monk of the empty temple said lightly, and he didn't know when there was an extra bronze Zen staff in his hand, and the Zen staff was like a green dragon crawling on the ground under the glow of the moonlight, lifelike.

"Dawei Zen Sutra, the dragon and snake surrender!"

A fifty-zhang Dangang gushed out from the Zen staff, like thin ice, indestructible.

In mid-air, Dangang suddenly scattered and split, turning into thousands of ways in the blink of an eye, like a dragon and snake flying. The dragon flew for nine days, and the snake soared in the wilderness, gathered into a formation, evolved a wonderful trajectory, and flew densely towards Luochuan.

The third order of the true pill, the Dao Dan period, can be alchemy.

Compared with the Dansha of the second order of the True Dan, the quality of the Dangang is superior. Dangang is like fine iron, Dansha is like rotten wood, and the Danmang of the first order of the real Dan is even less worthy of mention than that.

In the face of the overwhelming Danmang, Luo Chuan was not afraid at all.

As soon as his eyes were closed and opened, his mind ascended to the gate of heaven, and the trajectory of thousands of Dangang was all taken into Luo Chuan's eyes.

With a strong battle intent in his eyes, Luo Chuan took a step forward. His body suddenly became natural, and there was not a trace of flaw in his whole body, like a majestic mountain standing in the midst of a frenzy, no matter how huge the waves were raging, he couldn't shake half a minute.

"Good!"

Cheers rang out from the attics on both sides.

The people who came here to watch the battle were all first-class masters among the young generation of Apocalypse Jing, and their eyesight was beyond the ordinary.

Luo Chuan slashed out with a knife before, and many people still had some doubts in their hearts. But when Luo Chuan took this step, his body method was perfect, and he seemed to be impeccable, and the doubts in everyone's hearts faded a little.

Angry and angry, Luo Chuan drew his knife again.

The long knife rose to the sky, and the danmang was not fired, but the seven-foot long knife seemed to extend infinitely, and the blade twisted and inserted into the overwhelming dangang.

The sky was full of Dangang, like a dragon and snake killing array, but it was stopped by Luo Chuan's whimsical sword, and it was extremely strange to stop in mid-air.

Luo Chuan's knife seems to be ordinary, but in fact, he has brought the skills he has mastered to the limit, using the knife to control the qi and break the face. The "Dawei Zen Sutra" method of the empty temple monk is powerful, at least it belongs to the method of the middle and third grades, but it was also restrained by Luo Chuan for a while.

The eyes of the empty temple monk flashed, and the battle intent between his eyebrows became stronger.

I didn't see him make any movements, his body had already swept over a dozen steps, and appeared in front of Luo Chuan in the blink of an eye.

Stretching out his hand to the sky, the Dangang was retracted by the empty temple monk and gathered into a seed-sized point of light.

"Dawei Zen Sutra, Bodhi flowers bloom!"

The empty temple monk approached.

He didn't walk fast, but every step he took left traces of a five-petal white lotus at the bottom of his feet. When he came three steps in front of Luo Chuan, the cyan Zen staff "buzzed", and a transparent Dangang white lotus bloomed, enveloping Luo Chuan.

The Dangang White Lotus is flying in mid-air, lifelike, and each petal is growing and spreading at a speed that is difficult for the naked eye to keep up with. The white lotus, which was originally full of holy aura, was transformed, like a big open mouth, spreading a terrifying aura that captured people's hearts, as if it could devour all things in heaven and earth.

At this moment, Luo Chuan's heart entered a state of ancient wells without waves.

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