The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 On the tip of [Book Fun Pavilion www.shuquge.xyz] on the moon, the forest bird returns to the nest.

When there is no cloud or fog in the night sky in the northwest of Daxia, the stars in the sky are particularly bright, like a galaxy hanging above the nine sky. Legend has it that the galaxy in the sky is a dream of the avenue, and every bright spot of light preserves the world. The story that happened.

　　 "If a person's life will be preserved in the stars in the sky, where is my star?"

　　 Zhao Yu sat in the courtyard, looking up at the endless starry sky above his head, and was silent. Now this courtyard is named Kuchayuan by Zhao Yu to commemorate the bitter tea leaves that are about to run out.

　　 Under the stars, Miss Jiansheng is dancing swords!

　　 What she squeezed in her hand is just an ordinary tree branch, and her movements are not fast, but between the spines and turns, Pianruo shocked! The branches in his hand were covered with gray sword aura, making the air in the small courtyard filled with determination. Gradually, the girl seemed to become a dancing sword. She was the sword, and the sword was her!

　　 With the dance of the sword, the edge of the girl's body becomes more restrained and shrinks!

Since fishing for a sword in the Zangjian Lake, she has taken control of her sharp qi to a higher level. On weekdays, she hides her sharp sharp in her body, condensing it without sending it, and the distance of her cultivation is blurred. It's just one step away.

　　 Zhao Yu looked down at the girl who was dancing the sword. He really didn't understand the sword, but he could feel that every movement of the girl followed a rule between heaven and earth.

He could clearly "see" this rule, so he picked up a small stone from the ground and waved to the extension of the rule. The small stone was not fast, but it danced through the mountains like this magically. The shadow of the sword and the extremely sharp sword aura suddenly appeared in front of the girl's sword.

　　 Jiansheng Girl Dance Sword's figure stopped, because the branch in his hand hit a small stone, and the ordinary small stone was instantly torn to dust by the sword energy.

　　 "Have you learned this Tai Ah Wu?" Jiansheng asked questioningly.

　　 Zhao Yu shook his head, indicating that he didn't know before.

"Want to come, this Tai Ah Wu is specially arranged by the master according to my Dao Soul. It should be impossible for you to know. If you can see through my dance, it means that you really understand the sword. I now understand why the sword is. I have to choose you."

Zhao Yu's face suddenly showed a dumbfounding expression. With great blood, he has a sense and understanding of the rules of heaven and earth comparable to a saint. It is not uncommon for Tai Awu to see through the girl, so he is now considered the world's top master. It is the fruit that exudes an incomparably tempting mellow fragrance. The Tang monk meat in the previous Journey to the West, as long as it is plucked and eaten, it will be holy!

　　 There is only one sage in the land fairyland known as the vast land of Shenzhou! The temptation of sanctification for monks is beyond words.

The girl who stopped dancing the sword looked at Zhao Yu with a trace of admiration in her eyes. No wonder the master always told her that there is a sky and there are people outside the world. If you can’t catch the sword, you can’t go down the mountain at will. She didn’t understand it before, but now Zhao Yu Yu, such a gunner, could see through her sword dance so easily, which made her even more in awe of the world below the mountain.

　　The people under the mountain are like tigers!

In the hut, the new disciple of the Taoist Academy, the thin man lay on the bed tossing and turning, and there was no fat man in the hut. Since the morning self-cultivation class changed his husband these few mornings, the fat man has become a little abnormal and more reticent. And often sitting in a daze in front of the lamp late at night, which made the thin man keep an eye on it.

　　 What worries the thin man is that the fat man has suddenly disappeared since this afternoon. On weekdays, the fat man has no other friends except for practice and class. They are also inseparable every day. At this time, the night is deep and the fat man has no reason to stay outside.

　　 Suddenly there was the sound of a bird landing and waving its wings from outside the cottage. The thin man stood up from his seat, frowned and opened the cottage’s window. There was a bird flying beside the window.

　　 You Tian Ge is small in size and extremely difficult to find. It can fly with the wind and is extremely fast. However, the cost of cultivating a Yu Tian Ge is extremely high, and ordinary people cannot afford it. Therefore, it is often used by big summers to convey news.

　　 The thin man took the message paper cloth on the feet of the lower columbine and opened his eyes, his face changed suddenly. This was the fat man's information he asked the family to investigate. Now he finally knows why the fat man is so abnormal these few days.

　　 Qiu Hengji, the son of the Bibozong Sect Master of Chuzhou in Daxia, Bibozong was alleged to have assassinated his Royal Highness and was obliterated by the whole family before January.

　　 Then the thin man paced back and forth in the cottage and thought for a while, as if he had thought of something, hurriedly awarded a piece of clothing and walked out.

　　 In the dead of night, Zhao Yu lit a lamp and made a cup of tea for himself. Because the two maids were not around, he had to do some trivial matters by himself, but he didn't care. He had come here in the past ten years.

The only thing that worries him is that there are not many tea leaves baked by the rouge girl, and it will be sold out soon, but now he is completely used to making a cup of bitter tea every day, and only the rouge girl’s tea leaves will be brewed. There is this kind of smell and a unique fragrance, which makes people intoxicated.

　　 Zhao Yu raised the cup, took a sip of tea, and sighed.

On the top of a mountain peak near the inpatient of Zhao Yusuo, a figure appeared. The man was fat with a round face. The fat on his belly was trembling. The lips on his face were tight under the stars. He squeezed the ground and looked down at a light spot at the foot of the mountain, with a complex expression, that was Zhao Yu's residence.

He is the young master of Chuzhou Bibozong who has given high hopes. He also lived up to expectations. He was talented. He gradually gained a foothold in Dao Palace and became the leader of new disciples. But the bad news came one day. The Bibo Island on the Bo Lake became a ruin, and more than 1,300 people on the island seemed to have evaporated, disappearing, life and death unknown.

　　 And now the enemy is below. He knows that his Dao Soul is unique and that falling will cause damage far beyond his cultivation. Although he is bound to die, if he jumps slightly now, he is likely to die with the enemy.

The fat man stared at the faint light spot down the mountain for a long time, then he closed his eyes tightly and slowly raised his feet three steps forward. He could already feel that his feet were half suspended in the air. He took a deep breath. All he needs is Jumping down, perhaps the **** hatred can be repaid.

　　 "If I were you, I would not do such a stupid thing. You would die by yourself, but your Highness would never die."

　　 A faint voice sounded from the side, the voice was cold, as if there was no emotion.

　　 The fat man suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at him. Under the stars, a young general was quietly leaning on a foreign beast. The beast had a tiger-headed horse and a back and two wings. The blood-red eyes did not show any color.

　　 Guan Zhengqing, You Wing Beast!

　　You Wing Army is a scout waiting for the world. Qiu Hengji didn't know when Guan Zhengqing came to him, but he knew that he might never have the opportunity to look at that Highness from top to bottom in this life.

　　 "Let’s go, just as if I didn’t see you, before I changed my mind."

　　 The fat man on the top of the mountain did not speak, and shook his head after a long silence.

　　 "Even if I die today, I will swing my sword at the enemy."