Traveling through the heavens to become a bandit

Chapter 233 [Confucian saints, land gods]

According to common sense, Xuanyuan Jingcheng is not yet 50 years old, and Xuanyuan ancestor said that he lived a lifetime, but it is not appropriate.

The reason why he said so, it can be seen that he must have seen through Xuanyuan Jingcheng's method of exchanging his life for realm.

Furthermore, after today's incident, Xuanyuan Dapan no longer intends to let this scholarly junior continue to live.

It is enough for Huishan to have a land fairy.

There is a saying in the rivers and lakes, to enjoy the happiness of land alone.

On Huishan, if there are two land gods, what is the order?
How can I talk about it alone?
In the past few decades, no genius was born in Huishan, and no master was born.

The reason for this, which is about to come out, is now clear.

Back then, if Xuanyuan Jingcheng was willing to practice martial arts according to his wishes, Xuanyuan Dapan would not mind letting him take over Huishan after he ascended.

However, if this grandson Xuanyuan Jingcheng is expected to step into the realm of land gods before his ascension in his lifetime, Xuanyuan Dapan will not let him continue to live.

It must be killed!

Xuanyuan Jingcheng is a man with deep scheming in the city, and he can understand the truth of it. Therefore, this is also the crux of his repeated refusal to practice martial arts.

It's just a pity that Xuanyuan Jingyi is dead now.

If he is still alive, he will feel reassured on a regular basis when he hears this statement.

Because this time, the ancestor finally won't tolerate the elder brother's misbehavior anymore.

Stepping into Daxueping, Xuanyuan Qingfeng was surprised when he saw the expression of his grandfather Xuanyuan Guoqi.

Why is grandpa so dignified?

Immediately afterwards, his father Xuanyuan Jingcheng said a word, which made Xuanyuan Qingfeng dumbfounded:

"Heaven's evil is forgivable, but self-inflicted evil cannot live.

Today, I, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, will act on behalf of the heavens and sweep away the dust that has accumulated in Huishan for 500 years.

As for how many points you can score, it depends on God's will.

Half a cup of tea time, I used the celestial phenomenon to compete with my ancestors, and it was already 210 six.

Did the ancestors ever have a slight chance of winning?

That being the case, why bother with words? "

Xuanyuan Dapan is on Huishan Mountain, and has accumulated more than a sixty years of prestige. Hearing this, his expression is calm.

He didn't take it seriously, and said tit for tat, saying:

"You spare your life and do your best, but have you ever hurt me?"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng, dressed as a middle-aged Confucian scholar, smiled lightly and said:

"My ancestor has been in martial arts for nearly a hundred years. As far as Huishan is concerned, there is no credit but hard work. If I win easily, my ancestor will die unwillingly."

The surrounding audience only felt that the eldest son of the Xuanyuan family had lost his mind.

After listening clearly, the two had just talked, suddenly, a monstrous coolness filled the bone marrow.

To be able to fight the ancestor for more than two hundred moves without losing?
To be so despised by a younger generation and provoked repeatedly, even a clay figurine is also a little bit angry.

Although Xuanyuan Dapan was shameless, at this moment, his expression was already a bit ferocious, and he said:
"I want to see what other tricks you can do!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said plainly: "In the past 20 years, Jingcheng has read extensively and practiced Huishan martial arts. Now that he has accumulated a lot of knowledge, he will definitely not disappoint the ancestor.

Now, since everyone has arrived, I will make the first move.

If the ancestor continues to hide and suppress his own state in the middle sky phenomenon, he has to be more careful, I am afraid that the ancestor will never have a chance to use the big sky phenomenon again! "

Xuanyuan Dapan sneered and said: "Oh? If you make such a big commotion, that woman with broken shoes can't wait to go to Huangquan Road before she comes here to watch the battle?

Or, with your current state, you can't last until then?

Your method, mysterious is mysterious, but unfortunately, it is nothing more than heresy..."

Now that life and death are facing each other, Xuanyuan Jingcheng has no heart to listen to the old ancestor's nonsense.

Turning his head, he looked at his daughter from a distance, with an open-minded smile on his face.

Self-cultivation lies in straightening one's heart.

Scholar Mo Dao has no guts, dare to make the world sink into the sea.

Those who succeed, not only have talents beyond the world, but also must have perseverance.

In Xuanyuan Qingfeng's mind, he walked around watching the lights, and the poems and articles written by his father emerged one by one.

Smiling kindly at his beloved daughter with kind eyes, Xuanyuan Jingcheng slowly closed his eyes and whispered:
"Enter the land fairy!"

In an instant, the seven orifices bleed, which is extremely terrifying.

Even so, the middle-aged scholar looked calm.

Spread your hands out, as if you want to contain the whole world.

With him as the center of the circle, layers of accumulated water exploded outwards on the snowy plain.

In an instant, nine thunderbolts came from heaven.

Li Chungang, who had been silent all this time, was lazily sleeping, finally opened his eyes, and sighed:
"This boy, who is not a Confucian scholar, he is clearly a Confucian sage now!"

After all, the old man in sheepskin fur cast his eyes on the young man in white who was standing with his hands behind his back, and said doubtfully:
"If you meet the strong, you will be strong. Now that the land gods are in front, this kid, isn't it possible that his realm will be improved to a higher level?

What is the realm above the land gods? "

With this in mind, the old sword god suddenly had the urge to draw his sword.

Meet the mysterious realm for a while.

Looking at the Jiang girl beside him, Li Chungang finally put away this idea.

Accepting apprentices is much more interesting than fighting.

Li Chungang knew in his heart that if he wanted to see that level of state, he had to open the gate of heaven with his sword, so that he could get a glimpse of it.

However, even if he opened the Heavenly Gate with a single sword, he might not be able to survive.

In this way, it is more important to accept apprentices.

There is always a chance to fight.

It won't be too late to fight against him when he returns to the Land of Sword Immortals on land.

In the cloud layer, the sky thunder was as thick as a hugging tree, and in the blink of an eye, they had all exploded on the snowy plain.

Nine large holes were blasted.

Those who watched the battle were all safe and sound.

Daxueping is divided into two parts with the Confucian saint Xuanyuan Jingcheng as the boundary.

The nine purple thunders were all hitting Patriarch Xuanyuan's side.

This old guy didn't even dodge, his fist the size of a sandbag slammed into a purple thunder pillar.

The two phases collide, and the earth shakes.

On the big snowy plain, there was a flurry of flames in the form of a net.

Everyone hurriedly looked, the burly man was still standing tall under the lightning attack.

It's just that one of the arm sleeves has been burned.

Meanwhile, residual purple electricity flickered.

Looking around, it looks like a god of thunder and a general.

With the strength of mortals and the might of the enemy, how many people are there in the world for such a feat?

Xuanyuan Guoqi is superior in strength and profound realm. He has long been free from confusion and knows the destiny.

Seeing this scene, I was still terrified in my heart.

On Mount Hui, he is the only one who is qualified to have a few words with Xuanyuan Dapan, who has a cold temperament.

But it's just talking, far from being equal.

Even if he is already a master of swordsmanship, in front of his ancestors, he still has to lower his eyebrows and speak respectfully.

Huishan Xuanyuan has a long history of martial arts, and learns from others. The descendants of Huishan's direct descendants except for a few exquisite and unique methods, the elders cultivate the younger ones, and most of them teach according to their aptitude.

Xuanyuan Guoqi was hailed by the masters as having an innate sword embryo since childhood, so he learned swords early.

Now that he is a great master of swordsmanship, that's how he is. Facing this useless son of Huishan's eldest grandson, whom he has always looked down upon, he knows that he is definitely no match for him.

What a great irony!
On the side, the second son Xu Fengnian was holding the handle of the knife, and he rarely stopped to rub his hand. He was about to ask a question, but was interrupted by his elder brother Xu Qianqiu, saying:

"Open your eyes and look carefully.

Next, the two competed, fighting like this was hard to see in a hundred years, and hard to buy with a thousand dollars.

Don't care about the mediocrity of both sides' moves. After returning to the basics of martial arts, it is to seek simplicity.

Qi machine running, timing is the key to success or failure.

Comprehending it will be of great benefit to your state stability. "

Hearing this, the second son, Xu Fengnian, nodded his head and focused his attention on the field, trying not to miss any details of the battle.

(End of this chapter)