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The Imperial Alliance Platform Hall has a dust-washing banquet that gathers all the heroes. However, there is a small wine shop next to the street called Dangtan in Wuli Changguan, an outer city.

Three teenagers were sitting and drinking opposite each other.

The streets of the thunder beasts are surging in full view of everyone, from the Tiandong Temple, named Chen Yanzhen. The sword energy is clear and breeze is surrounded by the sleeves, or as thin as a string of a piano, or as thick as a dragon, and is not smiling. It is called Yu Qingqi. The face is smiling.

Yi's eyes are deep and bottomless, from the Imperial Alliance, calling himself Shi Zongliu.

It is different from the Dust-washing Banquet. The three teenagers talk about customs and family matters.

For example, Shi Zongliu said that when he was three years old, he learned to lie down on the window and ears. He got up on time at midnight at the middle of the night, sneaked to the window of the widow named Du in the village, and listened to the widow and the bachelor, Brother Gan, playing a song with a gangster.

The thoughts are often filled with endless joy.

After hearing this, Chen Yanzhen slapped his legs and laughed, saying that the town in his hometown was boring. There were dozens of miles of mountain desolate, and the town on the other end of the river, only a hundred of his peers were.

And none of them can fight.

Poor that I was young, I was deeply troubled by the invincible hands of the world. I could only accompany the divine beasts at the bottom of the river all day long. I drove a toad in the east, a crab in the west, a dragon and a snake in the tree, and then a centipede.

The poisonous scorpion traps several masters in the star formation set by himself to fight against each other. Only by leaving the strongest one is qualified to fight with him.

Yu Qingqi said boringly.

The two of them looked at him together.

I heard from him that the place where it grows is called Xuanwudang. There is clear water and beautiful mountains, simple folk customs, and no dispute with the world.

After more than ten years of experience, the one who remembers the deepest is not the waves and clouds by the cliff, but the old man and woman who live by the river by the mountain lake and respect each other as guests as they stand together.

One is called Sun Jiawu, the other is called Chen Yiwei...

Speaking of this, Chen Yanzhen, Qingyi and Shi Zongliu, who had a smile on his face, were reluctant to listen. The two of them drank tacitly and thought, indeed, even if they lived for a lifetime, this guy could not escape. That year, there were two disciples in Jiange, one

For the sake of the sword, for the sake of love, for the sake of the old fate.

Boring.

Yu Qingqi didn't care at all.

He told the story of the old man and his wife on his own. From meeting each other in a young age to getting to know each other in a young age, to staying with each other in an old age, he was in a few decades, but he was not as good as a practitioner for thousands of years.

However, the young man with clean arms was immersed in it and could not extricate himself.

Smoke on the Mo.

Wind, snow and cold.

Ordinary.

Clear and light.

...

Platform Hall.

After three rounds of wine, and after five flavors, Zhao Wumian, the old leader of Xuanyang Sect, stood up with a cup, and respected the emperor of the Dong family on the top of the position. He drank the wine in the glass and said, "The alien race naturally needs to be eliminated, and he must

Get rid of it all.”

"The key is, who will remove it? How to remove it?"

"When the strong people in the hundreds of schools disagree, what should they do? It can't be like a pile of loose sand made up of a mob, and the wind and snow blew through the traces without traces, right?"

Zhao Wumian made a generous speech, which aroused ripples in the platform hall.

Luo Changfeng and Li Xingyun looked at each other, thinking that from the beginning of the banquet, they finally got back to the truth after some people were interested in guiding and tempting them.

There are many people who nodded and echoed, and there are also many people who whispered to each other.

The strange-looking Mulang Xiejun, who was in the Tiandong seat, giggled on his forehead and said, "Do you dare to ask what your elder Sect Master Zhao has?"

Zhao Wumian smiled and said, "Xuanyang Sect believes that at this time, we should select a fellow hero from the world who is both moral and moral, and who is capable of great civil and military affairs, and is regarded as the leader of the world to issue orders and command the heroes."

Zhao Wumian was halfway through his words, and his cunning eyes began to secretly look at the reactions and expressions of the people in the hall.

All the seats are extraordinary.

More than ten years ago, Mu Yun Jiancheng, the leader of the Seventy-Two Sword Peaks of Kunlun, who was sitting and watching the mountain with millions of swords, was almost recognized as the best in the world. Mu Yun Jiancheng, the master of the Seventy-Two Sword Peaks of Kunlun, was drinking with his junior brother Wang Xiaoer, and his mind seemed to be not here.

The saint said that no one was perfect. In the eyes of the Eight Hundred Sects in the Tiandong East, when the ancient saint said this, he certainly did not expect the appearance of the senior brother thousands of years later.

Otherwise, this supreme philosophical saying will become: if a saint has a word, no one will be perfect; except for the Liancheng Rule.

At this moment, Tiandong New Saint Liancheng Jue left his seat and sat cross-legged beside Li Xingyun, the Buddha of Nanshan who had achieved success. From the remarks of hundreds of schools to Buddhist scriptures, from songs and poems to sings and lyrics, the two chatted with each other.

There are frequent golden sentences of coming and going. Even though Li Xingyun, who was both a Buddha and a saint, cultivated the golden position of the Buddha in Nanshan, after a few times, he had to look at some of the views of Liancheng Jue with admiration.

I feel that my reputation is worthy.

The demon emperor Lin'er was even more indifferent.

Finally left Jueyunling to get rid of the "demon emperor" in my sister's mouth

With the rules and regulations of Wuyi, you must eat and play enough to make this trip worthwhile. As for the general trend of the world, turning into a foreign demon... According to my sister's instructions, Tiannan Jueyunling and Bodhi Academy Luo Changfeng attacked and retreated together.

I believe that the same is true for the Tiannan Alliance such as Zhujiancheng and Qizhanchaxing.

When the sky fell, there was a tall man holding him. Although Lin'er had turned into a great demon to swallow the sun, fortunately he was still not the highest person on the top of the mountain.

That's the case.

Why worry about these tedious things?

Thinking of this, he smiled at the demon clan's grand tutor, his mentor. The old tutor had no choice but to stroke his beard, held a cup, and respected Luo Changfeng, Bodhi Academy.

Beside Luo Changfeng, he looked at his nose and nose.

The little saint Wang Tingji was drinking the Qingshenshan wine he brewed and was still copying the calligraphy.

The leader of the army and lake soldiers, Xiao Bolian, was thinking about something.

Liang Bing, who was wearing armor at his waist, was silent.

Dao Zun Qiu Beixue's eyes were fixed on the thin old man next to the head of the Duan Family with a terrifying aura, as if he was speculating how different the two sword cultivation skills were from Duan Qianjie.

As for the old monsters who live as adults in the tenth valves of the six surnames, they cannot tell the depth... After some observation, Zhao Wumian suddenly felt that the Yuetai Hall seemed messy. Except for the vassal sects of the Imperial Alliance nodding in approval, even

It was the remaining forces that did not seem to take this suggestion as a matter of time.

Stones are like the sea, silent and waveless.

What should I do?

He turned his head and looked at the leader above the high position.

Di Wulei smiled with a smile on his face. He said nothing, but just took a sip of tea.

Then someone stood up.

Wujing Mountain practiced hard for 30 years and practiced the word "Golden Body" is called "One man is the gate of ten thousand men" and the Great Wuzong Han Yi broke the words in the hall and said with a voice open: "Gather strength."

, it is better than fighting alone. What's more, the alien demons are our clan's enemies, and we already know the mountains and rivers. In that catastrophe ten thousand years ago, the first senior Tianjiu Blade who has been the first in ancient times to pay a heavy price to equip the world with the power of the world.

How can later generations play?”

The moon platform hall became clear in an instant.

Han Yi glanced at the dozen important figures in the hall and continued: "Han is vulgar and knows that he can't get involved in the grievances between the giants of the clans. But here I still have to advise you... The world is the world.

The world of man! If the people in the world are disunited, the world will never exist."