The Japanese people at the foot of Fusang Mountain are still busy without any sense of life.

However, Jiang Taixu, Xiang Ping and Jing Siyuan stood up suddenly and looked into the void.

The owner of the restaurant looked at the three of them in confusion, then looked in the direction they were looking at, but found nothing.

He couldn't help but shook his head, muttered a few words in Japanese, and then went to work on his.

Jing Siyuan looked at the figure on the clouds in horror, his face gloomy.

Jiang Taixu's eyes narrowed slightly, but his eyes were also shocked.

Walking with the sword!!

Even though you reach the Grandmaster realm and cultivate your whole body to become a leakless body, you can start in the air within a short distance, and you can fly in with the Saint realm for a long distance with the Holy Yuan.

But whether it is the Grandmaster or the Ordinary Saint realm, you can only walk in the void by speeding up.

Like Hou Wanqian in the Sea of ​​Clouds, he put his hands behind his back and broke the "waves" with his sword, as if he was like a god in the Nine Heavens. This state is at least no worse than Dongfang Qingye and Prince Huang.

But how many years has the Oriental Green Leaf entered the Holy Path?

At least twenty years earlier than Hou Wanqian!

It’s okay, but Hou Wanqian’s diligence is too fast, so fast that it’s terrifying!

The saint's life is 300, because no one can break through the third level of the saint's realm. For thousands of years, no one can break through.

Legend has it that there are nine levels of heaven in the realm of the Saint. If you break through the nine levels of heaven, you can truly live with the heaven and earth and shine with the sun and the moon.

However, since ancient times, among the records of the three holy places, it is unheard of that person who truly breaks through the third level of heaven.

The Master is so talented and has a holy and mysterious skill that is good at creating, but he still stops in front of the third heaven.

From this we can see that the holy path is difficult.

For those who have been working hard for decades and are still swaying outside the threshold of the second heaven, when they can break through depends on the opportunity.

But he didn't expect that Hou Wanqian had reached a level with them in just two years.

What is this?

Is there any law of nature?

If Hou was really given 10,000,200 years, would he really break through the third level and gain hundreds of years of life?

In this way, the three holy places can only kneel down and knock together.

Jing Siyuan took a deep breath and said lightly: "I will only realize today that what is the disaster of Qingyun?"

The little overlord Xiang Ping was most annoyed by his strong posture and sneered, while Jiang Taixu said indifferently: "The path of tragedy is not the right way, but is like evil methods. It was swift at the beginning, but how many sadness is there? Lin Langjun once said: Love is deep and love becomes weak. In this way, relatives, friendship and friendship are like this, so how can tragedy be exception? Only the glorious and righteous way can never end."

When Xiang Ping heard this, he nodded thoughtfully and said, "Zi Yuan, what you said is reasonable. In fact, if we cannot even see through this point, the holy path of this life will be hopeless. The evil method has always been eager for quick success and instant benefits. The initial progress is very fast, and the further we go, the more loose it will be. However, the sword holy Marquis Wanqian may not be eager for quick success and instant benefits, but he chose this path. Unfortunately, with his talent and talent, if he can wait for some time, when Lin Xiaozi seized Shu from Qin, established a country with Shu, and rely on the fortune of a country to send the holy path to the people of a country, it will be vast and powerful, and he can become a saint. However, if he waits until that time, Qingyun Village may not be able to be there."

When Jing Siyuan heard this, he was both ashamed and angry. What was ashamed and angry was about the holy path, and he knew almost nothing.

Dongfang Qingye never taught a single piece of holy Taoism, so he showed his ignorance in front of the descendants of the two holy lands, and his face was ruined.

Jing Siyuan's face could no longer maintain the high-spirited look, and it was extremely gloomy.

However, neither Jiang Taixu nor Xiang Ping paid attention to his thoughts.

Why do you need to say too much to the dying person?

At this moment, Xiang Ping suddenly waved to the west avenue and laughed: "Hey, you two really dare to come?"

Jing Siyuan looked at it with the flow, and his pupils suddenly contracted into needles.

But I saw a pair of handsome young men and women coming side by side.

The domineering and unreasonable Xiang Ping and Jiang Taixu who had been silent and proudly saw the two of them coming, Jing Siyuan's heart sank.

It seems... something is wrong.

...

"Hou Wanqian."

On the top of Fusang Mountain, Dongfang Qingye looked at Hou Wanqian who was coming from the sword, and felt really not beautiful.

He is a man with high self-esteem and thinks that the holy path is unique in the world. If the Master had not been two hundred years older than him, he would not even take the Master seriously.

But the guy in front of him is more than a hundred times faster than his holy path?

Even if the avenues you walk on are different, this speed is really amazing!

However, Hou Wanqian ignored him and stood on the Yitian Sword with his hands in his arms, facing the Three Saints with a calm expression.

No matter what scheme he has made, he cannot make himself stand among the Three Saints.

The Three Talents Formation of Heaven and Earth, gathers the power of the Three Saints in one domain, and is located in it. Unless it is capable of fighting against the combined power of the Three Saints, it is the two Saints of the Grassland thousands of years ago. No matter how powerful it is, it can only be regrettable. Hou Wanqian is not a reckless person.

The Master said, "Thousands of times, why is the diligence of the Holy Way so fast? Could it be that the sentient beings entered the Tao are so powerful?"

Hou Wanqian nodded slightly to the Master who asked calmly, and then shook his head and said, "You can only improve by entering the Tao with sorrow and understanding the most sorrow and suffering of the world. I have obtained ten poems and poems in the world. After I have thoroughly understood them, I can only gain this progress and benefit. However, the meaning of the poem has reached the state of sorrow. If you want to make progress with this path, it is almost impossible. The holy path is vast, and I am just an ant."

Hearing this, at least Dongfang Qingye's face looked much better.

Hou Wanqian was able to say the last sentence, which means that he was indeed back to normal.

No, a path that is not as good as the path of sentient beings will only be more difficult in the future.

The Master was curious and said, "What a sad poem?"

Hou Wanqian did not hide it, and recited the ten years of life and death of the poem "Jiangchengzi" written by Lin Dongpo Ning.

After reciting, the Master could not hide his sigh on his face. His eyes were both shocked and he looked at Hou Wanqian with clarity and said, "What Wanqian said is true. Such tragic works can indeed be called the word "sad". Later, it is difficult to turn sadness into other poems."

Prince Huang Xiang Zhou laughed and said, "It is already a blessing to attract the heavens to this point by relying on ten poems. How can you be insatiable? These ten poems were written by Lin boy Lin in Qingyun Village, right?"

Seeing that Hou Wanqian did not deny it, Xiang Zhou said, "This kid will not let down the word "demonic" given to him by the Black Ice Platform."

Dongfang Qingye snorted coldly and said, "What does a young boy under twenty years old do and what he does suit his age and experience? If he is not a monster, what is it?"

Hou Wanqian said indifferently: "If you kill your wife and prove that you have died of the truth, how can you know the human affairs?"

Dongfang Qingye was furious when he heard this and shouted: "Rareless! Hou Wanqian, do you dare to insult my holy land? Today, Japan wants to discuss with you the major plan to stabilize the world. I don't want you to be so arrogant and you will not be able to keep it!"

The response to him was Hou Wanqian waved his hand and said:

"Ten Thousand Swords, Return to the Sect!"

...

Ten miles west of Qingyun Village, Zhang Tianmao, who was seriously injured and dying, leaned against a big rock on the edge of the road. He held a token in his hand covered in blood and drew a twisted symbol on the ground.

He had been sitting here for two hours, and his whole body was almost frozen and stiff.

Only in the heart, there is still a trace of heating left.

This heating was naturally preserved after taking secret medicine before...

Suddenly, a sound of waving in the air came.

Zhang Tianmao's spirit, which was already dazed, suddenly shook. Finally, he waited for it. He gathered all his strength, but could only shout weakly: "Ah!"

Then my eyes went dark and I fainted.

Before he fainted, he seemed to see several black figures falling from the sky.

In addition to being happy, I felt endless respect and fear for the young man in Qingyun Village...

...
Chapter completed!