Then, thousands of dragons roared, and between the intertwined, they turned into a brilliant and brilliant sun above the sea of ​​their hearts.

Big Sun Ten Thousand Dragon Fist!

In a trance, the essence of the Tao filled my heart, telling the changes in the boxing path, just like the ancient supreme saint emperor preaching, which made Yuan Duxiu's heart tremble.

‘My little brother, isn’t he the ancient Saint Emperor Heavenly Lord?’

When he opened his eyes again, Yuan Duxiu's eyes at An Qisheng had changed dramatically again.

If it weren't for the 30 million years of ancient times, there had never been a similar flower, and the holy emperor, the supreme emperor, and the emperor of heaven had never had a time to reappear.

Almost all he thought that the younger brother in front of him was the supreme ancient reincarnation.

But even so, a hint of awe inevitably flashed through his heart.

Such boxing techniques...

"This Big Sun Ten Thousand Dragon Fist is just a prototype. How to improve it depends on yourself."

An Qisheng said, and took out more than a hundred "true-shaped pills" from the wooden box and threw them to Yuan Duxiu, and then put them all into Qiankun bag.

He did not deduce this boxing technique to the peak with Dayan Tiantong.

First, he knew very little about the martial arts in this world, but instead used more Taoist power to deduce the martial arts. Third, it was an overly perfect martial art, which was also a kind of killing for people themselves.

A perfect martial art is enough to cover up all the inspiration of a person.

Huh ~

His body was a little bigger and he could barely cross his legs.

I didn't care about Yuan Duxiu's thoughts, so I closed my eyes.

"Huh~"

Yuan Duxiu took a deep breath, suppressed his heart and returned to his room with the real shape pill.

His mind was infuriated, but he forgot about it for a moment.

The countless pills he had exchanged were collected by An Qisheng.

Buzz ~

While An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly, the three-hearted blue spirit boy who was jumping and wandering among many spiritual imprints appeared from his perspective.

That was the many imprints he took from the many magic weapons and divine weapons of the Qi Treasure Pavilion.

It contains the most profound impression of the original magic weapon and the Lord of the Divine Weapon.

The martial arts practice in Wanyang Realm has reached a peak. Whether it is magical tools or divine weapons, they are more similar to the "Heavenly Divine Weapons" in Jiufu Realm, which is the interweaving of Tao and reason.

Ninety percent of these magic weapons and magic weapons are all kinds of swords, guns and sticks, with only a few, like seals and small tripods.

"There are more things in these information groups than before."

The three-hearted blue spirit boy let out a pleasant moan.

"Summary and summarize, filter out the essence of it and pass it on to me."

An Qisheng slowly closed his eyes.

All the cultivators in the Wanyang Realm are kings with their bodies. The powerful body isolates the leakage of spirit to some extent, and collecting spiritual imprints is much more difficult than the human world.

However, he was not surprised. Daqian's dream was just a magical power, and he did not think about relying on a magical power to rampant the heavens and all worlds.

.........

Dingtian City crosses three thousand miles east and west, and stretches five thousand miles north and south, like an ancient divine beast crawling in the wilderness, with nine rivers including Lailongjiang surrounding it.

This is the prefecture of Dingtian Prefecture and one of the 900 royal cities in Dongzhou.

The Tianding Kingdom is also the only dynasty among the hundreds of dynasties in the East Continent that has two royal cities, Dingtian City, also known as the Xidu.

The population is huge and the prosperity is endless.

Although it was only early in the morning, there was already a lot of people, and the noise of millions of people woke up the giant city that had been sleeping all night.

However, Yanshui Pavilion at the corner of the south city has just come to close and rest.

"Uncle Yu~"

With sweetness and long tail sounds, the female voice, which sounded as the knock on the door, woke up Yu Qianshan who had been staying in the pile of powder all night:

"It's already afternoon, and it's time for you to get up. Outside the door, that man has been waiting for you all night."

"Let him wait."

Yu Qianshan stretched his waist long with his pink arms and jade legs around his pink arms: "It's just a dog in the Lin family, so what can he do if he waits for ten or hundreds of nights?"

As he stood up, seven or eight women, regardless of the soreness all over their bodies, changed their clothes for the man without caring about the soreness that they had been ravaged by an elephant all night.

The gray strong suit, long boots, and a straw hat make a man with a lazy face, slender and strong body.

"Master, please walk slowly."

Several women were dressed in exposed clothes, and they couldn't help sleepiness on their delicate faces.

"Who said I'm leaving?"

Yu Qianshan sat at the table and tapped gently: "Sang'er, why, you saved even the table of wine and food?"

"Where can you dare, how can you dare?"

A middle-aged woman with a charming charm outside the door pushed the door open and smiled and said, "But Mr. Lin, we can't afford to offend you, right? You'll want ten or eight tables, and we have them too, so we can give it to you too."

While speaking, he signaled the women in the house to go out.

Several women were as if they were granted a general amnesty and hurried out of the room. Only one girl with a beautiful appearance that looked seventy-seventh-minute similar to a middle-aged woman walked the slowest and limped.

"Oh, time makes people grow old."

Yu Qianshan shook his head slightly, looking at the woman with some sigh: "When I came here forty years ago, your mother was only 28 years old. Now, you are quite old..."

“You won’t get old.”

Looking at Yu Qianshan, who was as heroic as forty years ago, without any trace of time, the middle-aged woman had a bit of complexity.

Even in this world, not everyone can practice martial arts. Three or four generations have been in Yanshui Pavilion for sixty years. Isn’t it just to allow future generations to embark on that path?

"The ancient Holy Emperor will be old and die, let alone me in the thousands of mountains?"

Yu Qianshan shook his head and sighed:

"Forget it, let the Lin family's puppy come in for the sake of your three generations of grandparents and grandchildren serving me for forty years."

"Mr. Yu is very kind."

The middle-aged woman breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly stepped back.

After a while, the pale-faced Lin Gou had already walked into the house: "Lin Gou has seen Mr. Yu, but he hasn't seen him for many years, and you are still in style."

Faced with compliments, Yu Qianshan flicked his finger impatiently:

"I have something to say, I have fart!"

Lin Gou lowered his head, covered the anger in his eyes, and said respectfully: "Go back to Master Yu, there is a fat sheep in Lanshui City."

"oh?"

Yu Qianshan took off his straw hat and glanced at him: "How fat is it?"

"One percent of them is enough for you to be free and easy in this Yanshui Pavilion for five hundred years."

Yu Qianshan narrowed his eyes:
Chapter completed!