The so-called title on the gold list, if there is no will of the ancestor Wang Jun, how can it convince people. Mobile version https://

Moreover, the four major disciples all feel that there are too many places for Lang Keshan to be number one on the gold list, and they can discuss one or two more points.

It's just that the ancestor's majesty and unpredictability make many people afraid to ask questions directly, and also make many people speculate.

"What do you think of this boy?"

The ancestor sat high, his eyes flickering, twelve layers of precious light shining brightly, the golden divine wheel turning slowly, and he asked leisurely.

As someone who watched the whole process of Xiao Dan Yuan Hui, Huangshan Taoist was the first to speak, saying: "In the battle with Yun Qingsong and Du Yunguang, I have achieved the realm of sword and light differentiation. I am very skilled in fighting skills. My magic power is almost the same as that of the Ten Great Cave Heavenly Legends."

.Considering the fame of Lanke Mountain Blessed Land, he is indeed a rare and valuable talent."

Huangshan Taoist's evaluation is indeed pertinent. How many of you here don't think Mr. Xun is qualified to be ranked first on the gold list? But to be born in a small blessed land and become one of the twelve outstanding people is already an incredible ability.

"Um……"

The ancestor nodded and asked, "What else?"

The attitude of Patriarch Wang Jun made the people sitting here feel quite unpredictable.

The ancestor raised his hand and said: "In your opinion, what else is extraordinary about this boy? You might as well come here one by one so that I can have a taste of it."

When Huangshan, Mingyu and Qingshi heard this, they shook their heads in confusion and said nothing, with a look of concentration on their faces.

Only Shang Fei was completely focused, seeming to be recalling the battles of the past few days.

His own disciple only ranked second on the gold list, how could Shang Fei accept this?

Shang Fei pondered for a long time, seeming to be recollecting something, and said softly: "My swordsmanship is not bad, and my magical powers are rare among the younger generation. However, when watching his fighting skills, I always feel a little strange, as if...

It’s a little too smooth.”

Shang Fei's words made the other three disciples' eyes light up, and the fuzzy feelings in their hearts suddenly became clearer. However, they were still looking at flowers in the fog, and their vision was a little unclear.

"Smooth...as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water...smooth!" Huangshan Taoist murmured to himself in a low voice, perhaps having some enlightenment.

The Patriarch said calmly: "Shang Fei, I am very pleased that you can figure this out."

"That's right, it's just too smooth... Throughout the whole process of their fight, Qingfeng has always been as smooth as the sword and spells, firmly grasping the rhythm of the fight. Whether it is Yun Qingsong or Du Yunguang, they just passively accept it.

The path of the breeze."

"With their own strength, they still know how to attack aggressively. If it comes to a life-and-death fight, how many moves can these two people withstand?"

"Do you really not see the difference between this, or do you not want to see it?"

Ancestor Wang Jun's indifferent words shocked the hearts of several disciples.

"I am the leader of the Taoist sect, and I am also the Xiantian leader of Xiaoyou Qingxu Tian. Of course you are members of my sect, so Wang Zhi is not my disciple?"

"My body conforms to the way of heaven, and I have no discerning mind, no joy, anger, or joy. You are all my disciples, and I treat each other with a normal heart."

"The disciple is stupid and has disobeyed the teacher's instructions."

Shang Fei looked ashamed and sighed in a low voice: "I only see the strengths of my own disciples, but turn a blind eye to other disciples. This is a disciple who has lost his way. I hope the teacher will punish the disciple."

"Being selfless and without thoughts is the way of the immortals. If you can't understand the true meaning, let alone ten kalpas, just hundreds of thousands of kalpas, it's just one Luotian." Ancestor Wang Jun said: "The way of the immortals,

If you realize the supreme way of doing nothing, observe the actions of heaven, and follow the way of heaven, you will be close to heaven!"

"There are no steps to climb the Immortal Avenue. If you can't put aside your selfish thoughts, the road will be exhausted!"

He devoted a great deal of effort to these four disciples.

If this were not the case, it would not be possible for them all to be numbered by Luo Tian and achieve such great power that they would be honored as their ancestors.

Therefore, the ancestor naturally hoped that the four disciples would have the opportunity to open the door to the immortal avenue. Even if they did not achieve the status of immortals, they would still be the top figures among the immortals.

The ancestor's eyes flickered, and as his thoughts surged, he thought to himself: "However, that junior disciple's aura is subtle, and his body's energy and blood are well-organized. He is really a boy with ideas!"

With Mr. Xun's meager cultivation level, he was almost invisible under the light of the Patriarch's Dharma Eyes. The foundation of Mr. Xun's body had already fallen into the eyes of the Ancestor.

It was precisely because he saw the basis for this that Patriarch Wang Jun appointed Mr. Xun to the top of the gold list.

The six supreme beings in this world have all dabbled in the method of physical cultivation, but none like Master Xun has ever been so consistent with this world.

This is the world of immortality abandoning the way of physical cultivation. The six supreme immortals are in harmony with the Tao. Naturally, they will not go against heaven, forcibly develop physical cultivation methods, and disrupt the rules and order of heaven and earth.

As for Mr. Xun? At this time, the physical method may not be worth mentioning. Ancestor Wang Jun can be stabbed to death with one finger, but just adapting to this world, its value is already immeasurable.

The ancestor had a gloomy look on his face: "This world has been silent for so long that my old and decaying body can no longer bear the twilight atmosphere."

"In such an atmosphere, perhaps the influx of one or two pieces of living water can change the situation of a pool of stagnant water."

For tens of thousands of years, the immortals have ruled the world. Our ancestors have seen too many talented people, who have risen from humble beginnings and fallen into insignificance from the clouds.

The pattern of the six immortals existing forever has not been broken by anyone so far.

Nowadays, Mr. Xun's body cultivation methods are certainly worthy of praise, but as long as he cannot attain immortality, it will be difficult for him to enter the eyes of his ancestors.

Moreover, even if one enters the Celestial Path, the six ruling Celestial Immortals can easily suppress any 'noise'.

At this moment, Mr. Xun? Although the ancestor looked at him differently because of his physical cultivation, it only made him pay more attention to him.

In the ancestor's mind, at most it was an insignificant adjustment in the long years.

Smelling so fragrantly, the gaze of ancestor Wang Jun seemed to be seeing far, far away at this moment.

The vision of a heavenly being is no longer limited to one area of ​​heaven and earth. The boundless void universe is the true destination of a heavenly being.

Being above heaven and man and being below man are two completely different concepts!

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The main world, Yuanshui!

Flags were waving, and soldiers were everywhere. The flags of the army were hung high along the way, stretching to the ends of both sides of the river, and the sound of hunting was endless.

The three barbarian tribes gathered hundreds of thousands of barbarian soldiers on the south bank. Wen Yuanming, the old master of the state of Lu, personally led a hundred thousand "black water warriors" to the north of Yuanshui. The armies of the two sides were in great strength, and the evolution of the weather shook Yuanshui.

roar.

In Lu Guo's barracks, one hundred thousand warriors were in high spirits, and there was an earth wandering immortal who personally suppressed them. A black dragon with a height of ten thousand feet appeared in the sky above the barracks. The dragon hovered in the sky on the north bank, with a stern look, and had the potential to attack the waters in all directions.

Opposite it is a nine-headed monster, grinning at the black water dragon, which is full of provocation.

In the handsome tent, Wen Yuanming was dressed in military uniform. He was an old master who was over eighty years old. He stood upright and looked at the south bank with a frown, his white eyebrows twitching from time to time.

"What a disaster..."

The old master sighed deeply and looked sad.

Even though he has magical powers that can move mountains and seas, he can do whatever he wants throughout his life. But with a strong man in charge of hundreds of thousands of barbarian soldiers, even the gods would be afraid of the overwhelming momentum laid out by him, not to mention that he has a "Refining the God to Return to the Void"

Fairyland wandering the earth.

The military strategists in the main world have a long history, and the power of several large military formations is frightening. One or two thousand soldiers and armor can be defeated by an innate master. But once the quantitative change causes a qualitative change, if one or twenty thousand soldiers and armor gather together, it will

Even the innate great master could only lead his neck to death.

What's more, the hundreds of thousands of barbarian soldiers on the south bank formed a nine-headed monster, and the leaders of the three barbarian tribes joined forces. If Master Wen hadn't had one hundred thousand [Black Water Warriors] in hand, it would have been impossible to face the barbarians directly.

The general trend of the army is still to advance and retreat freely.

"In this battle, my country, Lu, has accumulated 20 years of experience, and I'm afraid it will all be lost in one day."

The old master clenched his fists tightly, holding back his emotions, with veins bulging on his fists.

The strength of the barbarian soldiers was beyond everyone's expectations. Hundreds of thousands of barbarian soldiers were united into one force, and they even practiced military formations. They were much stronger than before when they were scattered.

Even with 100,000 top elites in hand, Wen Yuanming's certainty of defeating the barbarians at this time was less than 30%.

Of course, if Lu Guo's Zhenyun Dao soldiers take action, it will be a different story if they have 30,000 Dao soldiers.

If it weren't for the profound and unpredictable cultivation of the old master, especially when he was in charge of the army, his magical power would touch the way of heaven and man. With his astonishing magical power that is close to that of heaven and man, he could have hundreds of thousands of barbarian soldiers on the south bank of Yuanshui.

I have been here for more than ten months.

Otherwise, hundreds of thousands of barbarian soldiers can bulldoze everything in front of them.

The destructive power of the barbarian soldiers not only shocked the countries in Yuzhou, but even shocked the Emperor of Yin.

During these ten months, the war machine of Lu State was also in full swing. Except for the 50,000 soldiers stationed at Zheng, the Song border troops were not mobilized. It can be said that the power of a country was really mobilized.

The two great powers of Zheng and Song also set their sights on Yuanshui, waiting for the outcome of this battle.

However, the war situation has been tense for many times. Hundreds and thousands of big and small battles were fought, and both sides suffered countless casualties. One small battle every day, and one big battle every ten days. The blood shed by the two sides once dyed the abyss running across the land of thousands of miles red.

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All that was consumed was the national strength that Lu Guo had worked so hard to accumulate.

Marquis Lu Wen's many years of hard work were all destroyed in this battle.

"Report,"

A sudden loud shout woke up the old master who was looking sad.

"Enter,"

The old master straightened his armor, turned around and sat on the handsome seat.

The herald went straight into the commander's tent, knelt down on one knee, and said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "To the grand master, go to the doctor Siziqi's tent and ask for an audience."
To be continued...