Martial Arts: Marry Wang Yuyan at the Beginning, Sign in Luowang

Half-step land fairy!

I only saw the bullwhip in the hands of the shepherd boy Qinghui gently waved, and the dense rain of swords automatically separated two paths, all of which fell on the tomb of the Da Sui Dynasty.

Seeing this scene, Yang Guang was stunned.

There are many evildoers between heaven and earth, but recently, how often do evildoers appear? Zhu Wu, the prince of the Ming Dynasty, is already a evildoer, only sixteen or seventeen years old.

But the shepherd boy who was riding a green bull upside down in front of him looked like he was only twelve or thirteen years old. He wore a child's hair in a bun and held a bullwhip made of green willow wood in his hand.

With a wave of his hand, he blocked all the bows and arrows shot by his three thousand archers.

"Monster! Demon!" Yang Guang only hated that he was born in this emperor's family, and could only suffer this unprovoked pain on weekdays.

There are many evil spirits in the sky, but there is no one that he can rely on, although he has a million army under his command.

But in the eyes of these evildoers, this army of millions is like a blank sheet of paper, and it will be broken with a stab.

"Let him go." A strong voice came from the tomb of the Great Sui Dynasty. The voice was loud and loud, and the voice reverberated in the ears of every archer.

Even Yang Guang is no exception.

And this familiar voice, Yang Guang is all too familiar, it is the ancestor of the Great Sui Dynasty, Yang Shanhe.

The eunuch next to him saw that his master was frightened, and hurried up to shake Yang Guang's body.

But Yang Guang can't hear anyone else talking now, and he keeps repeating that sentence in his heart.

"Let him go."

"It's the ancestor!"

People around him heard this voice one after another. In this rainforest army, there are also some people who followed the ancestors to fight in the past.

Most of these soldiers have now become high-ranking officials, but the scene of them following Yang Shanhe, the ancestor of the Sui Dynasty, is still vivid in our minds.

How can I not recognize the voice of Yang Shanhe, the ancestor of the Great Sui Dynasty.

The weapon in his hand fell slowly, and the strong air pressure scattered from the shepherd boy who was riding the blue ox.

None of these three thousand elite cavalry dared to resist.

The crowd automatically separated a path, and the shepherd boy riding a green ox slowly passed through the crowd and disappeared into the vast green hills.

"Ancestor! You are still alive!" Yang Guang couldn't contain his grief at this time.

"Do you know what kind of humiliation your grandson is suffering now! Please invite the ancestor of the Sui Dynasty to come out! Do justice for the grandson!"

"Please come out of the mountain!"

"Please come out of the mountain!"

The sound of the three thousand cavalry roared and smashed the mountains and rivers.

Yang Guang knelt down to the ground and bowed to the royal tomb of the Great Sui Dynasty.

"Pass my order to kill Zhu Wu, the prince of the Ming Dynasty." Another deep voice came from the forest.

Yang Guang was shocked. The first surprise today was that the ancestor of the Great Sui Dynasty was still alive, and the second surprise was the first order from the ancestor of the Great Sui Dynasty.

It is to kill Zhu Wu, the prince of the Ming Dynasty.

The color of firmness gradually rose from Yang Guang's body. Since it was an order issued by Yang Shanhe, the ancestor of the Great Sui Dynasty, he only had the duty to execute it.

"Come here, I want to go to the army personally!" Then Yang Guang was also unequivocal, and directly greeted his army class teacher to return to the dynasty.

In the Tianshan Mountains, thousands of miles away, a figure wearing animal skins was walking on the snow step by step, leaving only a deep footprint on the pure white snow.

And the old man in the animal skin had a dry face and only a pair of eyes that looked like real fire of samadhi.

On the body of the old man, he just wore a simple animal skin under his body. The animal skin was a set of leather skirts made by a tiger weighing [*] kilograms torn open by the old man himself at that time.

Or the old man is all over his body, and only this thin piece of skin covers himself to protect himself from the cold.

The old man was walking barefoot on the snow, his muscles were shriveled, and his skin was shriveled like dry cypress.

On top of this, it is covered with snow all the year round, dripping into ice.

Snowflakes are like swords. Ordinary people are in danger of dying at any time just by walking in this snow-capped mountain.

But the old man was like a flame, and even the surrounding snowflakes melted together.

The old man walked up step by step, and a magnificent palace appeared in front of him.

Misty Peak Spirit Vulture Palace.

"King Wuyun, I didn't know that you came to the humble house today, and you will be far away." The girl's voice came from the Miao Miao Peak Spirit Vulture Palace.

"Now that the Haoran Righteous Martial Dao is out, why don't you and I join forces to take down this Haoran Righteous Martial Art." The old man in the animal skin sat down with his legs crossed.

The wind and snow hit the old man's side and was melted by an invisible True Qi, which looked extremely strange.

In this white world, there is only a black spot, the old man.

"I have already sent someone to kill this prince Zhu Wu. I don't know how many troops your Meng Yuan can send." Another voice came from the misty Fengling Old Palace.

Chapter [*] Half-step land fairy!Tianshan child grandma!

"Now a large number of masters in my Mengyuanzhong have been hidden in batches in the Daming Wu Dynasty, and I can take down this Zhu Wu just waiting for my order." King Wuyun took out a piece of shriveled jerky from behind, Then swallow it.

If Yan Kuangren was here, he would be able to recognize who the two were in front of him.

The two people in front of them both left an indelible mark in history.

Tianshan Tonglao, the owner of the Spirit Vulture Palace on Misty Peak.

The Great King Wuyun, the great national teacher of Mongolia and Yuan Dynasty.

"I never would have imagined that after so many years of waiting, this mighty righteous martial arts would be inherited by such a young man." Tianshan Tong opened the heavy stone door, and cold air spurted out from the vulture palace.

The snowflakes outside were attacked by the cold air in the Vulture Palace, and they turned into ice in an instant.

"Heavenly Dao is here, and God arranged for the young man to inherit Haoran Righteous Martial Dao." King Wuyun grabbed another piece of jerky and devoured the jerky.

Standing in front of King Wuyun is a girl.

The girl's pink-carved jade bracelet looks extremely cute, but only the Great King Wuyun knows that this girl is now a half-step land fairyland, and according to her age, she may have lived for thousands of years.

In addition, this Misty Mountain Spirit Vulture Palace is cold all year round, which can delay the speed of human aging.

Tianshan Tongmao maintains her appearance all year round, and even gets younger as she lives.

"Haoran's righteous martial arts have come out, and there is chaos between heaven and earth." The two recalled that year.

In this martial arts forest, it was also bloody and bloody. In order to compete for that person's martial arts, everyone fought in the dark.

However, in order to protect Haoran's righteous martial arts, that person chose to commit suicide, and those people who were in those days are now mixed with the ancestors of these dynasties, or the founders of the sect.

"The present world is no longer the one it used to be. Half-step into the land of gods and gods, it is not owned by us, but these people can't understand martial arts." King Wuyun wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth.

After eating one, I was satisfied, and the infuriating energy in my body gradually resumed operation.

The realm of ice above the Tianshan Mountains.

On the top of the Tianshan Mountains, the flow of his true energy will also be suppressed by the chill of the sky, but as long as he is full, King Wuyun will not be afraid of ice.

King Wuyun clapped his hands, and a large circle was left in the surrounding snow, and the ice and snow that did not melt all year round turned into a trickle at this time.

"Such a hot kung fu, your kung fu still hasn't regressed in the slightest for so many years." Tianshan Tongmao praised from the side.

"I usually wander on the grasslands, and my heart is full of firepower." King Wuyun didn't dare to underestimate the Tianshan child in front of him.

The meaning above Tianshan can suppress the movement of infuriating energy, which is equivalent to weight-bearing training. If Tianshan Tongmao goes down the mountain at this time, I am afraid that even those who have realized martial arts in those days, few are the opponents of this Tianshan Tongmao.

Grandma Tianshan nodded.

The first time when Zhu Wu, the prince of the Ming Dynasty, awakened his righteous martial arts, Tianshan Tongmao noticed it.

After Tianshan Tongmao noticed this, she immediately used her spiritual sense to investigate Zhu Wu, the prince of the Ming Dynasty.

In the end, I couldn't help but admire, what a heroic young man.

Although the person in front of him is sixteen or seventeen years old, he has a very good body and is born with the material for martial arts. Coupled with these years of hard work and hard work, he has reached the peak of the realm of heaven and man at a young age.

It is only half a step away from entering the land fairy.

In this world, the only person who can compare with this young man's temperament and talent is the one who has entered the land of the gods.

But in this world, that person has long since disappeared, disappeared, and even the legend between heaven and earth has long been lost.

But those people have been pressing in the hearts of these half-step land immortals, and they are always a lingering shadow.

"To visit an old friend today, of course, I want to bring some gifts to the old friend." After the King Wuyun had eaten and drank his fill.

The infuriating energy on both hands surrounded, standing in front of Tianshan Tongmao in the posture of an eagle, behind the head of the Great King Wuyun, the pure white light shone on this chilling Tianshan, instantly turning the perennial ice and snow into the sky. Tianshan melted clean.

Grandma Tianshan waved her finger lightly, and the wind and snow between heaven and earth increased instantly, and the water and the snow were constantly changing. It was just two or three breaths, and it had already changed a few times.

above the Tianshan Mountains.

Misty Peak in front of the Vulture Palace gate.

The two fought for a dark night, and it was difficult to see the difference for three days and three nights.

And outside the palace of the Daming Wu Dynasty.

Zhu Wu was standing on Zifeng Mountain at this time, and the scene in front of him was like a purgatory on earth. Tens of thousands of Mingjiao gang members had died tragically on Zifeng Mountain at this time, and only one person was left on Zipeng Mountain.

The Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace.

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Yang Xiaoyao.

A sense of sadness rose from Zhu Wu's heart. His original intention was to use his arrogance and righteousness to sweep peace in the world, but he did not admit that so many Ming Cult gang members died tragically for himself. The man in front of him stood with his hands behind his back, without any sense of guilt. .

"Why did you kill them?" Zhu Wu asked.

"Because of you." The man stood with his hands behind his back, fluttering like an immortal. Although he killed tens of thousands of Ming Cult gang members just now, it was light and cloudy at this time, as if he had just tasted the perfect taste.

"You took the lives of so many people just to force me out of the mountain..." Zhu Wu choked a little.

"These people's lives are like ants, and living in the world is nothing more than an increase in troubles. I will send them to the Western Heaven to see the Buddha, so that they can enjoy the Paradise of Bliss as soon as possible." Yang Xiaoyao, the master of the Tianmo Palace, said lightly.

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