Updated: 2012-11-14

"Low-level monks and high-level monks have different visions of things." The beautiful young man in white smiled coldly: "The reason why the eight-gate golden lock cloud ranks second is that its time and space anchor is unparalleled and can firmly lock the coordinate points, even if it is planted in the realm of immortals and Buddhas! Moreover, its eight golden gates cannot be destroyed, and the teleportation distance is unlimited, so there is no need to spend the spirit stones to open - do other time and space gates have such ability? Which of the five current overlords in our cultivation world has been relying on the eight-gate golden lock clouds passed down from their ancestors for thousands of years? Who dares to get angry with them? When necessary, even the ancestors of the immortal world can call to help the boxing!"

This boy's proficiency made everyone respect him. The five overlord sects and the realm of immortals and Buddhas all seem too far away for the cultivation rookies. Just as a pauper would not pay attention to the Nasdaq index, they have never paid attention to such high-end information.

"No matter how many times it ranks!" Shi Qikai looked heartless and giggled: "Anyway, these three Dharma Xiang Qingyun are right in front of you. Let's find a way to get them all. What else can you worry about in this life..."

"The toad yawns so much!" The beautiful boy in white interrupted his salivating words with contempt: "Do you know the ritual techniques of Yuyun? Is there any equipment that is necessary to ride Qingyun? Is there a way to bring Qingyun out of this valley safely and bring out this small Sumeru world with huge spiritual pressure? If you can get it, how can you be your turn - I am the first person to discover Qingyun!"

"You seem a little nervous?" Chang Kaishen looked at the indignant Leng Yan Zhengtai with a funny look. What an old world he is. Wen Xiange may not know the elegance. He can basically guess what he wants to poop when he sees someone sticking his butt.

"The eldest brother is polite, my younger brother Zong Heng, the name is Faming." The beautiful young man in white put his palms together and raised his heroic sword eyebrows: "If you don't say secret words in front of Mingren, these three Qingyuns were the first ones I discovered, so it is mine!!!"

"You? As you said, do you know the formulas and techniques of Yuyun? Do you have the equipment that you must have when riding Qingyun? Do you have the ability to take Qingyun out of this valley and bring out this small Sumeru world with huge spiritual pressure?"

"Not for the time being! But I can do it sooner or later!" Zong Heng's tone was firm like the left-wing revolutionary who said Internazonal would definitely achieve it. Hescar held up the carrot and vowed to the sky to never let his family suffer and starve.

"I don't know if you should say you are small-minded or you should say that you are too defensive." Chang Kaishen was amused and crying: "You ran over to declare the sovereignty of these Qingyuns to us? It's so amazing! You know yourself that in this small Sumeru world with huge spiritual pressure, we have no choice but to do anything to Qingyun."

"Otherwise!" Zong Heng brushed the dust that did not exist on his white clothes in a casual manner. The sunset shone on his face. The outline on his face was handsome and prominent, just like the ice and snow on the distant mountains. If there is a man's face in the world that can even make men stop breathing, then it is his face: "I have always trusted my intuition. I think you can threaten me, senior brother, you must be able to do it! So it's better to make some words clear earlier! To be honest, there are 373 disciples of the Fazi generation. As of now, senior brother is the only person who can make Family afraid..."

When Di, Yan Fengjiao and Shi Qikai heard this, they were really an unknown ghost fire. What does it mean? They pointed at the monk and scolded the bald donkey, but didn't take us seriously? They thought we were passers-by and played supporting roles?

"I won't report that you have a flowery sect, and you don't have to sue the sect giant spirit world. There is such a valley full of treasures. Everyone makes a fortune in silence, and it is the best choice for you and me." Zong Heng coldly glanced at the other three indignant newcomers, and drew a circle on his chest with a finger. He immediately stood out of thin air, the size of a litchi-sized silver light ball.

Within five feet of the surrounding area, everyone's hair stood up numbly at this moment!

This thing is obviously the courage of sword energy condensed by a large amount of internal force, and the release of sword energy is exactly the most prominent symbol of the secret sword intent!

"I can guarantee that my man will shut his mouth, I believe you can do it too." The beautiful boy in white bounced his fingers and his silver sword gallbladder shot out, catching a screen-shaped giant rock worth tens of thousands of pounds beside Wutan with a click, and a transparent hole thick as a diameter ruler was chiseled. The round and broken stubble was as neat as a knife to cut tofu.

Yan Fengjiao, Shiqiujiao, and eleven Rakshasa women, all of their eyes were filled with horror.

Where is Zong Heng a madman who looks down on others? He does have the strong capital to look down on his peers!

With the super lethality shown by this secret sword intent on the offensive end, the Qi Dian, which parasitizes petrified wood on the protective qi, may not dare to take it forward, right?

"It's amazing! It's actually the secret sword intent of Pushing Sha and Moon! This secret sword has been broken into the world of Jambudvigil after the Leng Yue Sword Saint of Beiju Luzhou and the Intestineless Young Master in Nanzhanbu Continent. It has been almost a century since the Yanfu cultivation world was cut off, right?" After all, the professionals are professionals. The blonde girl recognizes Zong Heng's unique skills at once. Different secret sword intents have different characteristics. Pushing Sha and Moon is a typical representative of offensive secret sword intent. It can press all the internal force at one time to condense into a sword gallbladder. Use the extreme way of thieves to get rid of Lou Kong, and bet with your opponent, either you die or I die.

Looking at the face of the beautiful boy in white, it seemed that he did not bet too much on the sword gall that he had just released, which also indirectly illustrates his incompetent internal strength.

"It is undeniable that your secret sword intent of pushing the samu and looking at the moon is so powerful that it is not a good thing. However, people are not stones, so how could you stand still and let you hit it." The girl swordsman clearly admired the other party, but he stung his bones in the egg on his lips: "Even if your sword gall can shoot down the sun, it must be able to hit it."

The beautiful boy in white smiled tolerantly, he didn't need to explain anything, his tough life didn't need to explain, and he never had the habit of wasting saliva with someone worse than himself.

The flute glanced at him and looked at the senior brother meaningfully, with cunning congratulations in his eyes.

The secret sword is a martial arts extreme realm that is common to mortals and monks. It is like a basket, and any power can be loaded into it.

If the same secret sword intent is used to use the true essence and spiritual power of the cultivator, its power will of course be countless times stronger than the internal strength of the mortal warrior!

For monks, having more secret sword intent is equivalent to an additional killer weapon, an extra life-saving trick, and an extra weight to spread the world! An additional spell that can be released without using exercises!

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Na Di really wanted to see what expression would Zong Heng, the sword type of 20,000 to 50,000 80,000 sword type, look like when the eldest brother also used the secret sword intent of pushing the sao and looking at the moon.

"Senior Brother, this business can be done." Yan Fengjiao and Shi Qikai were moved by Zong Heng's suggestion, and they urged Kaishen Jiang. After all, they handed over the Huahu Diao to the sect, so they didn't feel as good as intercepting them privately: "Of course we have no problem with our tone, but what should the Qidian group do..."

"Don't worry, he and I have made an agreement long ago and have made a great wish." Zong Heng knew that the other party was worried about this, so he said unquestionably: "He and his subordinates will not be reluctant to speak in a bad way! The wind-attributed spiritual wood, which is rich in this valley, has agreed that they all belong to them."

"Fa Ming, you stinky fart king, make people recognize Fa Xiang Qingyun again, right... Damn it, you started to perform your secret sword intent and coercion, right..." Cao Cao arrived, and Qi Dian walked over proudly in the crab steps. Behind him were a bunch of dog legs that were equally arrogant, as if they were sure to hold their victory.

"Senior Brother Long, you have to be careful!" The beautiful young man in white shrugged casually, silently retreated aside, and returned the stage of the world to the two protagonists, Bullfighting: "The big sunny banana leaves in this valley belong to Junior Brother Fahai. This thing specializes in absorbing the wind of sunspots and is full of wind, oil, gold and essence. We Jambudvipa monks have always used this kind of banana leaves to refine them into weapons, so we must not be underestimated!"

"You are very quick to divide the spoils." Chang Kaishen felt it was very funny. What did these kids think? What can you do to take away every tree and every tree in this valley? Why do you have such confidence if you can't even do anything Maha Wuliang Palace can do?

"It's not about sharing the spoils, we share the eyesight and knowledge. Here we can see the people who are big sunny and bananas and Fa Xiang Qingyun, but we are the two of us." Qi Dian was even more proud: "Senior brother, do you know why Faming, who has the secret sword intent of pushing the sag and watching the moon, came to an agreement with me? Because the little monk also has the secret sword intent! He just was careless just now and was neglected to use you..."

"Secret Sword Intent? You are the ones?" Chang Kaishen squinted at Qi Dian with a heartless face. The more he looked, the more he felt that this crazy little devil was a bit cute in his childishness. Such bad people on the surface were actually honest people because they were too pure.

"Just! Will I still lie to you?" Qi Dian's face turned red first, and then turned into grape purple. After a snap of his fingers, the palace Shangyi had already been passed on, and he showed off his sword-control technique again. In the blink of an eye, the moon-covering sword that was swept through Yikong was as dazzling as a charged light bulb. The pink sword rays gushed out from the tip of the knife first hit Qi Dian himself like a dragon coming out of a hole, and then turned into a long rainbow, bounced on the body of the surrounding friends and meandered and refracted. The dragon seemed to help all the little brothers complete the game they watched continuously, causing everyone to have a red rainbow bead that was steaming with a coronal-like cold flame and a spiral circling on their bodies.

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