Chapter 21 The Real Master
Inertia is the biggest enemy of life...
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In the sad sound of Suona, the gate of the Golden Dragon Castle slowly opened...
The two huge coffins were lifted by 36 young and strong young men and slowly walked out of the gate. Countless filial sons and grandsons in sackcloth and white cloth followed closely. In the sad mourning, the crowd slowly moved forward, and the soul flags fluttered high. Those monks stared at the Golden Dragon Castle gave way one after another. The road.
In the world of cultivation, although most of the monks adhere to the concept of nowhere to be buried, there are still countless monks who have so-called paranoia about the place where they are buried after their death, and these monks in the cultivation families in the southeast will still hold funerals like mortals. Then, it will be buried early in the previously selected graves. Perhaps the only thing missing from this strange funeral is paper money that has long been useless for practitioners.
At this moment, no matter how high your cultivation is, you must give way to the coffin. This has nothing to do with strength. It's just respect for the dead. Perhaps there are countless practitioners' sorrow for a few fewer people on the road. When can this road really find the other side?
The world is quiet, and only a sound of suona is playing this world. At this time, the only elegy, the cultivation of immortals, immortals, where are the immortals, where is the road, when will this road end, and when will it be the real immortality?
Isn't the divine period immortal? Ha ha, no matter who hears this sentence, the safekeeping is a soft smile like this!
As strong as the masters of the disaster period, they dare not claim that Shouyuan is endless. What's more, the monks of the Huashen period, I'm afraid that even the true immortals of heaven dare not claim that they can live with heaven, right?
When the sad sound of sadness was far away from people's grief, an old man with a yellow beard in white clothes and a white scarf came out from the end of the crowd. Three monks in the onlook came out at the same time. The two stood face to face. The old man did not say a word, but handed over a box decorated with a dragon pattern to the three monks, and then left with the funeral crowd. However, no one cared about him at this time, but turned his eyes to the three monks one after another. The box.
Water beads!
At this time, only one in people's eyes is this legendary bead formed by the essence of the inner elixir left after the meteorite of the water dragon. Of course, at this time, no monk really risked the world to grab it, but stared at the box held by the black and white-haired monk in the middle, and looked at himself vigilantly. Many monks beside him gathered together and gradually divided into dozens of groups, large and small.
itself has already been negotiated, but the three monks who were elected still felt their calves trembling. At this time, if one of them robs them, the three of them will definitely be bombarded. Therefore, they hurriedly flew into the air and surrounded by many monks, towards the distance. The high mountain flew away, but for a moment, the dark crowd in the air had flown to the peak in the distance. They hurriedly put the box in their hands into a shining mask, then wiped their sweat and hurriedly flew aside and handed over the scene.
"You..." A sword-browed white-haired monk came out and shouted at the noisy crowd. It was not until people's voices lowered that they continued to say loudly: "This time everyone came with water beads, but we have hundreds of peers here, and There is only one water bead, so we must find a good way to avoid everyone's war and avoid the loss of life. Therefore, after some discussion, more than 50 infant monks present finally decided to use a more convenient way to decide the ownership of this water bead, so as not to be meaningless. "The casualties."
At this time, the noise of many monks finally stopped and looked at the shouting monk eagerly, wanting to hear how to decide the ownership. After looking at the people with satisfaction, the white-haired monk said proudly, "That's the method of fighting. It is not to let everyone fight in chaos, but that each force can send a monk or several monks to participate in the fight. The rule is one-to-one. The winner continues and the loser is disqualified. Everyone should have no objection, right?
"Moreover, because most of the people who came here are monks in the foundation period and monks in the Dan period, this fight is based on high-end combat power. After all, everyone is brought by the masters of the Yuanying period. So, seniors don't want their disciples to cause unnecessary casualties. Well, the field of the law The land is unlimited, but at most, this mountain is the reference point. Below, whoever wants to play can play. Other monks, please get out of their seats!" After a brief narration, the white-haired monk gave up his position in the field and flew to the air in the distance. Then, all the Yuanying monks flew into the air with their disciples, and the top of the peak suddenly came down.
But who will be the first to play? This silence is a whole quarter of an hour.
"I'll do it!"
Just as everyone was waiting for someone to be the first to come forward, finally a dark-faced monk flew to the field, and a golden spear appeared in his hand, pointing to the sky and shouting wildly. This time, it really surprised everyone. In a buzz, most of them knew the origin of the monk.
This person's name is Li Feitian, known as the first gun king in the real world. He is a loose practice, but the killer is extremely strong. It is said that an elder of a famous sect once fell in love with Li Feitian's long gun spirit treasure, so he invited several peers to seek provocation, but Li Feitian was not afraid at all and held a long gun. Shengsheng found a bloody road, and he not only escaped from the encirclement safely, but also killed three infancy monks.
Since then, Li Feitian has not only become famous, but also seems to have more understanding of shooting skills between life and death, and has stronger combat effectiveness. Therefore, among the monks in the Yuanying period, this person is also a hard stubble.
"But if someone comes to fight, if there is no one, then I will take this water bead away, haha..." Li Feitian laughed wildly and seemed to reach out to take away the box of the water bead at any time. However, some people were still not afraid of his name, and saw a purple sword light flying out and appeared in the field in an instant. One person appeared in shape.
This man was dressed in a purple robe and stepped on a purple flying sword. Behind him was actually carrying six flying swords of various colors, with long hair, purple beard and purple eyes. Without saying a word, he stared coldly at Li Feitian, who was laughing in the field.
"Sword real person! It turned out to be a real sword..." A soft whisper exclaimed from time to time in the scene. He didn't expect that this water spirit bead would be born. Unexpectedly, even this old monster appeared in seclusion for thousands of years. Li Feitian did not expect that he would be the first to appear. He also planned to choose a soft persimmon to pinch, but what appeared was a devouring person. Tiger.
The real sword became famous thousands of years ago. At that time, the seven flying swords in his hand formed a strange sword array and could even challenge them. The first battle was to fight against a master of the Tianhe Sword School in the late Yuanying period, while the sword real sword was only in the early stage of the Yuanying period.
However, the result was surprising. The late Yuanying master of the Tianhe Sword School was forced to escape by Jianzhen. Although Jianzhen is said to have been greatly damaged and recuperated for nearly a hundred years, that record is also impressive enough.
Since then, the real swordsman has been out of control and specially selected those Yuanying masters of major factions to fight against each other. Moreover, Yuanying monks with loud names or unique magic weapons and specific secret skills must accept his challenge. Therefore, in just a hundred years, there have been nearly 100 monks who have been defeated by him. Because he must use seven flying swords in every battle and never use other types of magic weapons. Therefore, he is respected as a real sword.
Hundreds of years ago, after the earth-shaking fight between the psychics of the head of the Tongtiandao School, people all thought that he had been defeated or killed by the psychics and had already fallen, but they did not expect that they would appear here again today. At the moment they saw the real sword, those who were full of confidence Yuanying monk's face became gloomy again. At the beginning, masters such as Jianzhen appeared, but they didn't know that those old monsters would appear later. Sure enough, these guys were the best at making money. When they attacked the Golden Dragon Fort, they hid themselves one after another. However, when the three elders of Jinlong fell two people fell. After being forced to hand over the water beads, they actually appeared one by one to pick peaches, which was really bullying!
"Jian Zhenren, you are a senior. This water spirit bead is of no great use to you. Why do you need to embarrasss us juniors?" Li Feitian held a long gun and asked coldly.
The real sword did not say a word, but the six flying swords behind him trembled slightly at the same time, like a fierce beast that was gathering momentum, which made people dare not underestimate. His face was still so dull and gloomy. This made Li Feitian's complete temper explode, and he shouted loudly, "Jian Zhenren, I respect you as a senior. When you speak kindly, why do you despise me so much?
Li Feitian held a gun and pointed to the real person's sword from afar. He must flutter and shouted loudly, "Okay, even if you are a master who has been famous for thousands of years, today I, Li Feitian, want to learn from it."
"If you want to fight, then fight!"
While a cold shout came out, Li Feitian's gun was united, turned into a golden rainbow, and stabbed straight at the real sword.
The original mountain body disappeared into the void, looked at the two people who were fighting, and then looked at the masters hidden in the crowd, and smiled faintly...
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