The First Sword of the Earth

Knowing how much the troubles of the world are, it is rare to spend a half-day leisurely.

For twelve years, the Tianfengmen and Fenglimen fought endlessly. Both sides suffered casualties and one or two cultivators from the Celestial Wonderland were seriously injured.

The flames of war did not affect Feng Mo star, perhaps because of this, many casual repairs settled on Feng Mo star, bringing more income to the initially stable Xinghai Gate after the expansion of the power.

It is not an easy task to maintain the operation of the entire fairy gate. Under the advice of Wang Sheng, Xinghaimen has carried out a series of small reforms. Each perform its own duties, with dedicated personnel responsible for Cai, Bing, Bao, and Dan, and a simple operating system has been established.

Of course, these management experience Wang Dao leaders do not understand, purely the specific plan given by the "rice ball" instructor in Xinghai City.

These twelve years have been the most pleasant and comfortable twelve years since Wang Sheng arrived at ten three stars.

The elder sister is right by her side, and the spiritless sword is by her side. When she meditates and wants to move, she goes to Li Chang or Lin Yuan to drink and have fun, or go to the head of Yao Xingzi to ask for some knowledge about Yuandong and Guaxiang. .

He also blatantly helped Senior Sister survive the catastrophe...

At that time, Wang Sheng asked Elder Lin Yuan to arrange a twelve-layer formation, but the senior sister stubbornly walked out of the formation range, letting the tribulation attack one after another, hoping to get more tempered in the tribulation.

However, she forgot that she was still wearing a defensive spirit treasure. The first eight stages of the Nine Tribulations were unharmed, and the Ninth Tribulation Lei shook her body gently.

Successfully tempered a wave of little blue birds.

Regardless of Wang Sheng's previous ‘abnormal’ situation, the nine heavenly thunder tribulations induced by the senior sister really amazed many Xinghaimen cultivators.

The number of heavenly calamities is three or six nine, and most cultivators have six heavenly tribulations, and only those who have strong aptitude and strong cultivation skills can be smashed into nine times.

When Mu Wanxuan entered the Xinghai Gate, in the eyes of the Xinghai immortals, she was actually just the beloved woman of their elder Pi. At most, she was a Taoist couple, and it was amazingly called the enemy of the deputy head of life...

But a catastrophe caused these monks to pay more attention to Mu Wanxuan, and then these Yuanxian and true immortals all discovered that they could not see Mu Wanxuan's Taoist rhyme...

The avenue of Yin and Yang is clear and confusing, how can it be so easy to identify.

After the elder sister breaks through, she retreats again. It seems that she wants to rush to the flying fairyland in one breath; but to practice fast, she will not be able to achieve it. The elder sister retreats for another two years, that is, only recently did she come out of the quiet room.

It's the bottleneck stage that is accustomed to.

Opening her eyes, Mu Wanxuan lowered her head to look at her palm prints, her palms were shining with yin and yang, and she still had a little thought in her eyes.

There were a few crisp bird sounds on her shoulders, and the blue bird gently flapped its wings and circled her for several weeks, causing Mu Wanxuan to smile suddenly.

Hearing the sound of sword whistling from outside the building, I also felt that the aura of Junior Brother had not gone far; so he got up and pushed open the quiet room window.

The light of the sun star shines through the light wall of the formation. It is not warm or thorny. The juniors who practice swords in the morning light are more and more unrestrained. The sword moves are always so eye-catching, making people immersed in it. More insights.

Mu Wanxuan sat on the edge of the window sill, letting the blue bird spin beside her, her fingers combing through the long hair on her chest, the smile on her mouth was always a little sweet when she looked at Wang Sheng.

It would be great if I could live like this with my younger brother.

There is a way to be pursued, there is a long life to catch up, and being with the younger brother, I never feel boring and lonely, and when the two people are more advanced, they will have another son and a half...

"Senior Sister?"

The voice of Wang Sheng made Mu Wanxuan wake up from her trance, and the picture she had just imagined appeared in her heart, but Shuangxia was flushed, and she smiled contentedly at Wang Sheng.

"Wander around the city and bring some condolences to the masters."

"Okay," Senior Sister agreed, and then said again, "Li Chang."

"Are you going to find the deputy head?"

"Yeah," Mu Wanxuan nodded slightly and made a few gestures, explaining that she had an appointment with Li Chang before, and she would go to the lotus Xiaozhu to meet up after leaving the customs.

Wang Sheng smiled and said, "The two of you are getting closer. I'll change my robes."

The elder sister looked down at the long skirt she was wearing. She wanted to change it. After all, she had worn it for more than ten years. But when she thought of her previous instructions, she decided to continue wearing it.

—Fairies can’t sweat.

When the two stepped out of the retreat, Wang Sheng found that the small building headed by Yao Xingzi was also enveloped by the formation, and apparently began to retreat;

Li Chang shouldn't be in a state of retreat, after all, the sect needs to have a backbone to deal with urgent matters at any time.

Leading the senior sister down towards the back mountain valley, opening and closing all the way, she landed on the side of the lotus pond without any hindrance. Wang Sheng shouted "deputy head", and the Li Chang who was practicing at the bottom of the lotus pond was renown again. They sat in the attic first and waited for her for a while.

At the bottom of the lotus pond, Li Chang, whose skirt and long hair fluttered all around, looked down at the fairy skirt on her body, frowning and muttered:

"Why hit the dress again."

After a while, she found an emerald green fairy skirt, and the clothes were not invaded by water or fire, and she took off and changed on her own underwater.

…

On the edge of the ancient battlefield, in front of the very hidden Buddha, a figure stood in the void, as if blending with the void.

Even if Long Zhuotian, the highest cultivation base among the ten three stars, is here, I am afraid that there is only a faint figure here with the naked eye, and the fairy consciousness cannot perceive the slightest outline of this figure.

This is a gray-haired old man with sunken eye sockets and a little thin, as if he has been tortured by illness for many years, but he is also full of energy, not a sign of serious injury or serious illness.

He stared at this great Buddha at this time, and a little light was reflected in those pupils that looked like a bottomless abyss.

Well, let's not go back.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief. It was just the place where he had stayed in the past, and he was in bad luck. What can he do when he goes back?

Just never thought that he still has a mantle to pass on.

The old man came to search for an answer. He crossed the boundless starry sky and arrived here from an unknown distance, but he remembered that the answer was not here.

"Finally, what can I do if I find the answer?"

The old man shook his head and sighed.

It happened that Wang Sheng and Senior Sister left the mountain guard formation of Xinghaimen Gate at this time; Daochang Wang urged Xianli to make a white cloud and led Senior Sister towards Xinghai City.

Huh?

Pure Yang Gong?

The old man's figure flashed and disappeared. He reappeared after a while, but he was already above Feng Mo Star, his eyes penetrated thousands of miles of smoke and clouds, and locked on Wang Sheng.

Shaking his head and chuckling, the old man's figure turned slightly, then disappeared.

"Um?"

At the city gate, Wang Sheng suddenly turned his head and glanced; behind him were more than a dozen monks flying from all directions, and all of them were at a loss at this time.

Wang Sheng pulled a somewhat ugly smile, and then entered the gate of the city hand in hand with the senior sister.

"What?" The senior sister blinked a little curiously.

"It feels like someone is staring at him," Wang Sheng muttered, and asked Yaoyun from the bottom of his heart, but Yaoyun said that he didn't feel anyone spying.

It's weird, the monk's spiritual sense is definitely not chasing after the wind, maybe some monk behind him gave himself a quick glance.

Wang Daochang was in a good mood, and he hummed casually: "It's just because I looked at you more in the crowd..."

The senior sister sneered, "What!"

"Uh, what do you want to eat today? Let's find a better restaurant and buy some wine and vegetables to take."

"Well," Mu Wanxuan's eyes lit up in an instant, and the fairy consciousness began to search the city continuously.

With the expansion of Xinghaimen's sphere of influence year by year, its influence at the ten-star is increasing day by day, and Xinghai City, which is at the core of Xinghaimen's power, has also ushered in a greater development.

For casual practitioners, when they choose a place to practice, most of them will give priority to stability and safety, and then also consider the distance between the "spiritual tax" and the ancient battlefield. Xinghai City is naturally the best choice among the ten three-stars at this time.

-Tianfeng and Fenglimen collected slightly more spiritual stone taxes for loose repairs.

At this time, Xinghai City was almost ‘overcrowded’, the houses in the city were no longer idle, and the city walls had moved dozens of miles to the outside, but there were still some unstoppable casual repairs that had been arriving here one after another.

Wang Sheng walked around the city with his senior sister for half a circle, and he was a little proud of the development of Xinghai City.

After all, he also made a lot of effort.

Coming out of a restaurant called "Zhaoyan Pavilion", Wang Sheng carried a cloth bag. This is a simple storage utensil and a "packed dining box". There are more than a dozen delicacies and delicacies in it. He is about to go with his senior sister. Look for Huai Jing to rub them together.

Just two steps out of the restaurant, a hello came from behind...

"This little friend, can you ask me a way?"

Wang Sheng Xianzhi swept behind him, and he noticed a peaceful and familiar atmosphere. UU reading www.uukanshu. He turned around, but saw an old man in a white robe standing there with a smile on his face and calm eyes. The light of the sun star made him softer.

Celestial?

No, it should be a true immortal who is about to break through the heavenly immortal, but it is similar to his own cultivation level.

With a sigh of emotion from the bottom of my heart, there is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger in the casual cultivator, and he smiles a little, and said: "Naturally, where is the senior going?"

The old man smiled and said: "Pan Dao likes something in the cup, passing by here is thirsty and unbearable, but I don't know where there is a good wine."

Eh? Ask the wine?

This is surprising.

However, Wang Sheng didn't think much about it. He took out two bottles of immortal brew in the ‘meal box’ of the cloth bag. This was already the most valuable spirit stone drink in Xinghai City.

"If you talk about fine wines, there are some here for juniors. If seniors don't dislike it, you can quench their thirst."

"Oh?" The old man suddenly squinted his eyes, and caught the fairy brew that Wang Sheng had handed over with Xianli.

While speaking, the old man fumbled for a while on his cuff and took a thin book of scripture...

Wang Sheng was also dumbfounded. Is this the rhythm that triggered the adventure?

No, there’s nothing really good for nothing in this world; this old man appeared strangely, and his eyes were also a little close. At this time, he took out two pots of immortal wine and took out the scriptures. This was obviously before. Deliberately want to give yourself something!

Between the lightning and flint, Wang Sheng shouted in a low voice: "Wait a minute!"

The old man was dumbfounded by Wang Sheng's shout, and then looked at Wang Sheng with some puzzlement.

Wang Sheng smiled and said, "There are only things in the cup, so why do you have feelings?

There is something to accompany wine next to him. Why don’t the seniors admire their faces and have a few drinks with the juniors? "

"Hahaha," the old man couldn't help but laughed, and tucked the scriptures he was about to take out back into his cuffs, "the poor way, it's better to be respectful than fate."