I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Baihua Prefecture, on the Xilong Mountain, where people come and go, all the way is lively and festive.

On this day, Baihua’s top ancestral gate, Xuan Qingzong’s lord handover ceremony, is ready to be held.

A glamorous Tianjiao of Baihua Prefecture will be the leader of the sect.

Countless dignitaries and high-ranking Zongmen, went to Xilong Mountain to congratulate the new star of the Kyushu world.

The new master, Duan Yong, is well-dressed, standing in the center of the grand ceremony, his eyes are full of enthusiasm, and the atmosphere is full of vitality.

He smiled and received VIPs from all over Kyushu.

The old generation of the lord's grandson and grandson was a kindly smile, and looked at the man who was surrounded by the stars like a star.

"Gongsun's predecessors, congratulations, this time you can be regarded as a complete retreat of merit." A strong man looked enviously to the side of Gongsun, praised.

"Yeah, the famous teacher is a high-ranking teacher. You can teach such a good apprentice. It is really admirable for me!" Another old man who needs to be white is also open to the road.

"Ha ha ha ... Liang Chengdao friends, Wu Lao, what are you talking about, the old man is just just picking up the treasure." Gongsun machine caressed to be humble.

Even though his words are full of modesty, he looks at Duan Yong’s eyes and still reveals a sense of pride and pride.

Duan Yong came out with his hand and saw that the apprentice was so good, and the nature of Master was also happy.

Xuan Qingzong’s arrogant son Duan Yong, his face always has a gentle smile on his face, waiting for people to pick up people like a spring breeze, and the representatives who came to contact him to congratulate him, are not praised again and again.

"Duan Zongzhu, long-awaited your name, today, I was really impressed by your peerless style. Can there be several men in the world who are as good as you?" said a representative of the Tang Dynasty.

"Right right, Duan Zongzhu is a model of young and promising. In my opinion, this vast Kyushu border, and only the Emperor Anlin of the Forty-nine Emperor Sect, can compare with you." A representative of Zongmen The opening is attached to the road.

Duan Yong heard the words but looked down and opposed: "Anlin's lord is very talented and shocked. It is a model pursued by my generation of monks! Where can I qualify for Amrin? I only want to target him. Try to catch up, don't be too far away!"

"The Duan Zongzhu has such strength, and he is so modest and polite, and my generation is not as good as it is." A representative also felt a lot of emotion.

Duan Yong laughed and said nothing, but with a confident smile on his face.

After a while, he said with some regrets: "Unfortunately, Anlin is in heaven, and there are things to be busy. If he can come here to participate in the celebration, I believe that he and he will be good friends."

The public representatives heard another episode.

"Want to be friends with me? You still don't deserve it!"

A voice rang and echoed over the entire celebration.

All the representatives, the words are a glimpse, staring at the man coming in front of him, followed by a white giant dog.

Behind him, a large array of guards, all silently turned their eyes white, and the mouth spit fainted to the ground.

Duan Yong had not spoken yet, and a general began to anger: "Come on! This person is good at sacred doors, hurts the guards, and takes me to him!"

A **** rushed to the man, posing a joint attack.

"Roll!" The man looked at the eyes, the supreme Wang Wei spread, the golden ripples instantly enveloped the kilometer, impacting the void.

All the guards, including the generals, were all scared and turned white, foamed at the mouth, and fainted directly to the ground. At the celebration, tens of thousands of representatives who came to congratulate and the disciples of Zongmen also stunned a large piece of the film. Most of them did not faint and fell off the ground, as if they were welcoming their king.

Duan Yong calmed his mind, but his tone was hard to conceal: "An Lin Daoyou?"

The man smiled a little: "You are Duan Yong?"

Duan Yong reveals a natural and appropriate smile, and slightly confuses: "Yes, I am Duan Yong, Anlin Daoyou came from afar, there is a far-reaching welcome, please forgive me!"

When everyone saw this scene, they all changed their faces. I didn’t expect the legendary Anlin to come to the celebration in such a hegemonic way.

"Oh, I am Anlin, but not your friend."

"Because... you are a beast, don't deserve to call my name! I don't deserve to be my brother!"

Anlin’s figure flashed and rushed straight to Duan Yong.

Duan Yong’s face changed, but he was a great newcomer to the virtual world. His reaction was not weak. When he stepped on the footsteps, he appeared an extremely powerful red-red guard wall in front of him.

Anlin’s fists shrouded Jinguang, and a punch slammed. The power of the horrible earth spurted out, and the red-brown wall was shattered in an instant. The energy was destroyed and the Duan Yong was suddenly shocked and vomited.

Duan Yong was shocked and did not expect his strength to be so vulnerable in front of An Lin.

He hadn't done anything yet, and he saw that Anlin's figure had flashed to the front, and there was no expression on his face, as if he looked at a dead man, his fists shrouded the golden light of the monks.

Bang!

It was another loud noise.

The earth shook violently, and the terrible golden energy split the big earthquake in the square.

"Coughing cough..." Duan Yong was lying on the ground and shivering. He felt that the internal organs were shattered and he vomited blood.

Anlin is like a **** of war, looking down on Duan Yong, one foot on his chest, so that it can not move.

The crowd looked at the scene in front of them with a shocked look.

Baihua’s arrogant arrogance, so that Anlin was killed by a word of disagreement? This strength is too weak!

"Stop! Anlin lord, what is the matter to say!" The old lord Gong Sunji shouted and hurriedly rushed over.

The rest of the monks also recovered from the shock and came to persuade.

Duan Yongqiang resisted the injury and still calmly said: "An Lindao friends, are there any misunderstandings between us, I met you for the first time, and there is no hatred."

Anlin waved with one hand, and Dabai heard the words immediately took out the crystal, and began to record.

"What did you do on May 11, 8872, the first calendar year?" An Lin faintly opened.

Duan Yong heard that his face changed slightly. That day was very profound for him. Why did Ann Lin mention that day, did he know something? Is it...

Duan Yong did not speak yet, and Gongsun’s machine opened his face in an open-minded manner: “The old man had an impression on this. During that time, for the stability of Baihua, he went to eradicate the evil of the Red Lotus.”

"Then, you know, he killed all the innocent 28-person people because of a murder of a foreign sect, and he humiliated an empty drunken woman to death?" Open the road ~www.readwn.com~ This statement came out, the audience was at a loss.

Duan Yong is also shouting: "You nonsense, can you have evidence of Anlin? You say that it is empty, it is filthy! I dare to swear, I have never done what you said that day!"

An Lin took out the Suzaku from his pocket: "Zhu Quejing, Duan Yong said the truth?"

"Nothing is true." Suzaku's words are concise.

Anlin looked up and looked around at all the monks present. He once again said: "I heard no, I am here, just to return the more than 20 people to get back a fair! Let you see what this man looks like, what is it?" Kind of animal!"

Many monks heard the words, and the look of Duan Yong finally changed.

Duan Yong is a look of anger and anger: "An Lin Daoyou, I have no enmity with you, why do you want to harm me? This artifact is obviously your thing, what do you let it say, what it naturally says!"

"Yes, our Xuan Qing faction is a famous decent. The deceased person's life is demonized by the people. How can I do this kind of thing?!" The grandson machine also loudly defended.

An Lin put away Zhu Jujing: "Zhu Quejing is an independent consciousness of the Suzaku source, it can be without the habit of lying, this can go to Suzaku Zong to verify."

"Against..." Anlin's eyes narrowed, looking down at Duan Yong at the foot, sneer, "What kind of shit's famous decent, even the lord is a personal scum, but also with a self-proclaimed decent?"

"I am not here to debate! I am here to tell you a fact, and then send the beast to hell!"

The black sword flashed and the blood splashed.

With a scream of screams, Duan Yong’s limbs were cut off by An Lin with a sword!

"That's it!"

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