Puzhi sighed. With my level of cultivation, just a mountain road might make me feel tired.

Over the past eight hundred years, the vast land of China has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Puzhi breathed out a breath, dissolved into a long white line, flew down about four feet, and then dissolved into a ball of air in mid-air. There was no faint golden light shining around the body. From a distance, it looked like the Buddha was standing on the ground.

"That's right. The old monk has reached the lower eighth level and is preparing for the lower entrance examination. It cannot be said that he has not yet stepped into the threshold of elementary school. He should have been arguing with big demons like him, but he refined the poisonous blood banner.

, killed hundreds of creatures, the old monk must kill the demons today!"

Liangzhu's basic training materials are distributed for free without any reservations. They have not spread all over the sky yet, attracting various sects to compete to learn. Even our Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley in southern Xinjiang finally resisted because of the small people living in Gungun.

The potential to devote oneself to Lu Fan's standard.

That sect came into existence eight hundred years ago, and everyone seems to accept everything when it comes to Taoism and Demons. The master of Qingyun, Daoxuan Zhenren, even wants to have a relationship with his peers, the master of Liangzhu.

Dafan shouted loudly, lunged and punched Wu.

"He's bad, he's a low-level old monster!"

Dafan waited for Jingyu's answer before continuing: "Uncle Taishi said that kung fu takes time to develop."

"Now, you've been practicing martial arts since you could walk. With ten years of practice, can he block that punch?"

"Qingyun is indeed full of talented people. The Qingyun Sect is already like this, but you don't know what the legendary pillars are like."

"Buzz!"

Although the small sect was forced to accept it, to the large sect and the casual cultivators, Liang Zhu was an everlasting little good person.

After I said that, I exhaled, and the white clouds above my head condensed into arrows, and I shot towards the white clouds emanating from the person opposite.

"That's for sure. Look at my profound cultivation, and the Qingyun Sect will also treat me with courtesy." Lu Fancui replied.

Pu Zhi exclaimed, "Two great friends, do you know the way to Lu Fan Mountain?"

Now eight hundred years have passed, and every practitioner in the vast land of China has learned the basic method of beams and pillars. A few people have attended the training courses taught by Qiu Wangyu, and they will consciously divide their strength according to the academic system of beams and pillars.

grade.

Puzhi narrowed his eyes slightly, formed the dark lion seal on his hand, and raised his hand to wave.

The strength of each of the disciples in the sect is measurable. They kill demons and demons, perform chivalrous acts of justice, let go of the spirit of chivalry, and are carefree and elegant. They are all in awe of Liangzhu.

In the white mist, the man let out a strange roar, full of fear: "Bad Thief Bald, that's at the level of a middle school student!"

"He has mastered the ten pieces of Changquan Jin, but he still wants to learn Mianzhang?"

"You're talking about me, Dafan, will his 'Mianzhang' teach you whether it's bad or not?"

"That's right." Jingyu rubbed his shoulder joints, walked around Dafan twice, and asked suspiciously: "You have learned his techniques, how come you still beat him?"

With an old admiration, the old monk who came up from Qingyun Mountain stood at the door of the temple, looking at the two children in the temple with wonder in his eyes.

"Old monk Puzhi has just come up from Qingyun Mountain." The old monk returned the salute with his hands clasped and looked at me even more surprised, "You are old and have an extraordinary bearing. Do you know that your great friend is a disciple of Qingyun?"

"Master Daoxuan's cultivation is far better than yours, but after all, he is special to these eight senior brothers of yours, whether it is to open up a new family or to increase his status. Alas!"

"That's true. The poor monk just had his fill at the foot of Qingyun Mountain." Puzhi smiled, found a corner and sat down with his eyes closed, sitting cross-legged and meditating.

Puzhi's palm was shrouded in golden Buddha light, and he waved his hand towards the poisonous blood flag, and the ghosts stopped crying and wailing, and the souls turned into blue smoke and were forced out of the flag, and disappeared into ashes.

Pu Zhi smiled calmly and said, "In those years, you were the first person to try to seize the blood-thirsty beads. The old monk has learned his lesson."
Chapter completed!