"He may not know what happened to him..."

Porter looked at the corpse of Mulong City and felt silent.

For thousands of years, people who pursue the future and explore immortality have been everywhere, from princes and ministers to monks and wild paths.

The Beggar Association and the Martial Arts Museum were also established in the turbulent era three hundred years ago. However, the original intention was not the same. The Martial Arts Museum wanted to strengthen the country and assassinate foreign invaders, warlords, and powerful horse thieves.

Although the beggars did the same thing, their hearts were different. They were trying to find a way out in extreme danger.

This is also the reason for the differences between the two after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

The beggar will go abroad because Daxuan has no soil for them, and the vast world, Jedi, and battlefields overseas are where they want to go.

To survive for the Tao, you can also die for the Tao.

This is like this in Mulong City, such as Yan Changsha, and so is he.

"This is Mulong City..."

Su Jie was in a state of peace.

He has heard of the legend of the richest man in Xuanren since he was a child, and after practicing martial arts, he has heard of the story of the legend in the martial arts world.

Such a character died like this?

"So what about Mulong City? He is not a god..."

Porter sighed:

"If you are not God, you will die. There is nothing to care about when and how to die..."

After saying that, he moved forward step by step and walked into everyone's sight.

Under the gaze of everyone, he picked up the body of Mulong City and turned around and left.

The crowd watched, but did not stop it.

Daxuan said that if you die, it means that everything will be gone. No matter how many grudges there are, it will end here.

"Amitabha."

Shi Xingwu sighed, looked at An Qisheng on the golden top, and folded his hands together:

"What do you call me sir?"

This person is very strange and unknown. However, after today, he is truly famous all over the world and is famous all over the world.

He glanced at the monk.

This fat monk is bloated and fat, which seems to be in line with the appearance of people in the martial arts world. In fact, after learning about the martial arts, fatness and thinness are not a problem at all. This fat monk's fatness is his horizontal practice.

Looking at him, An Qisheng had no intention of hiding it:

"An Qisheng."

The practice of the land of the ultimate spirit is not just about looking for a deep mountain and old forest to practice. It will take a moment to go forward to others.

What's the difference between morning or evening?

A dragon can be big or small, it can fly in the sky and hide deep in swamps. However, it will be hidden in swamps for a lifetime, even if it is a dragon, it is no different from a loach.

Others doubt or guess?

So what?

If you don’t even have this courage, why do you talk about immortality and the great way?

"An Qisheng...is it you?"

After chewing on the name, Shi Xingwu was shocked: "You are the one who walks with Xinwu and Xinlu... sir?"

"It's me."

An Qisheng sighed: "I am very sorry for the death of the two masters. But all these things cannot be explained clearly in one sentence."

Shi Xinwu and his two died miserably, and he was the only witness.

Unfortunately, he couldn't save both of them at that time.

"Who is that murderer?"

Shi Xingwu waved his hand to stop the other monks who wanted to speak and asked again.

"His name is Tong Zhengyang, and he comes from outside Xuanxing."

An Qi explained calmly in his life.

He and Shi Xinwu and Shi Xinlu also have a friendship with each other, and he is also very sorry for their deaths.

"Outside the Xuanxing?"

The monks looked at each other, unable to believe it.

Shi Xingwu nodded slightly. He had watched those videos.

"Too much is not too much."

Shi Xingwu wanted to ask again, but Taoist Juechen waved his hand as if impatient: "You have been practicing in Shaolin Temple for many years and you can't see through life and death."

"What the Taoist priest said is wrong."

Shi Xingwu shook his head slightly:

"The Buddha said great love, but the monk was not a Buddha. Great love was difficult to achieve, small love was difficult to abandon, and relatives, friends and nephews didn't care, so how could the monk talk about sentient beings? The monk didn't care about his own life and death, but apart from that,

Monk, everyone cares.”

The fat monk spoke a little warmly, but his Ci Feng was neither humble nor arrogant. He answered Taoist Juechen and bowed slightly to An Qisheng: "Mr. An, the monk is taking the liberty."

"The two masters fight side by side with me. I will answer everything about the two masters."

An Qisheng didn't care and took a light look at Shi Xingwu:

"The master wants to ask my strength, why has such a big change happened, right?"

The deaths of Shi Xinwu and the others are only less than a month away. Shi Xinlong would not have known his strength at that time. In just one month, such a big change would have happened, if no one doubted it, that would be a strange thing.

"Prespicious."

Explanation of the Five Dynasties bowed again.

He could not believe that a person could change so drastically in less than a month.

Even if a genius is a genius, he can ignore the power of the Gang until he sees the gods, but he has been holding the elixir for a hundred days, no great master can be exceptional in ancient and modern times.

He couldn't figure out how a master who was just a level of Huajin was able to undergo such a big change in just half a month ago.

Not only Shi Xingwu, Su Jie, who had not left not far away, and Juechen Taoist who stood on the golden top, were also moved in his heart.

"A lot of things are inconvenient to say, I can only say that the change is because of a locust wood token."

An Qisheng answered calmly.

As his plan unfolds, the blessed land of reincarnation and the infinite cave heaven will sooner or later be known to others.

He doesn't care whether he is known.

Compared to dreaming about Daqian, this explanation is easier to be accepted.

As for whether he believes it or not?

After he got the token himself, he naturally believed it.

A locust wood token?

Everyone looked at each other.

What is the explanation?

"Huaimu Token? Thank you for your answer."

The others were shocked and suspicious, but Shi Xingwu stood up, not knowing whether he believed it or not. He put his hands together and bowed to the two of them, said goodbye to them, turned around and left.

The other monks were still confused, but they could only hold on and follow him.

Only after I went far did someone ask.

The Five Explanations and Practice are just not saying anything.

No matter what kind of person An Qisheng was, now he is the Grand Master of God and defeated the world's number one master in Mulong City.

Even if I answered my own questions because of Xinwu and the others, I could not get to the bottom of it.

Too much is as bad as too much.

"This fat monk is the only one in Shaolin Temple who can be seen by the old Taoist."

Taoist Juechen sighed as he looked at the monks who were gradually disappearing.

In the world of Daxuanwuwu, Shaolin Temple has the greatest reputation and the largest number of people.

Unfortunately, most of them are no longer real monks, and this Wu Xingwu is one of them.

An Qisheng turned around and glanced at Taoist Juechen:
To be continued...