This young man with a heroic posture is the third-largest dragon in the human list - he is sick and he is also the only son of a long time.

The third place in the list of people will not affect his ambitions at all.

Because he had a legendary father, and he has regarded him as a role model since he was a child.

The illness arises from the end of the world, without any teacher or magical power.

The one who practices is the 12 most common moves of the Rolling River Fist on the waters in southern Hunan.

I have never been on the list of people, nor have I ever achieved the success of becoming a young man.

It is truly worthy of being called. Thirty years ago, no one in the world knew him.

Thirty years later, who in the world doesn’t recognize it?

He was considered a latecomer. He started from scratch at the age of 40 and founded the Cao Gang. In just thirty years, he dominated the Xiangshui River and was promoted to one of the eight gangs in the world.

There are still twelve ordinary rolling river fists in Jian Qianqiu's hands, but they evolved in Jian Qianqiu's hands, and they were rampant all over the world and had no rivals.

Others’ fists are rolling rivers, but the fists that are sick for thousands of years are called turning the rivers and turning the seas.

The first place in the earth list, the boxing is the best in the world - the disease lasts for thousands of years.

It is generally recognized in the martial arts world that the boxing power is the boxing of thousands of years.

With such an average father, he never feels proud of himself or is not satisfied with the status quo, and only does better.

Inside the boat building.

Bing Qianqiu said lightly: "I intend to wipe out Ru'an Mansion. If you ask you to do it, what should I do?"

I had no hesitation when I was sick, or asked if this would go directly to war with the Haisha Gang,

Just asked, "How many people did my father give me?"

A finger is born after a sickness: "One person."

"who?"

The sick Qianqiu slowly vomited out: "Xiong Haipeng."

The sick man had a little surprise in his eyes: "Black-headed overlord Xiong Haipeng?"

Bing Qianqiu nodded: "Yes."

"It turns out that my father had already made some arrangements."

Sick Qianqiu looked at the river quietly: "Prepare for the future, plan for the plan, and win thousands of miles away."

"Kids remember it in my heart!"

"With his help, can you clear your anger?"

“No problem.”

"Then go, in addition, he is your seventh senior brother."

...

Ru'an, the Sea Gang.

Xiong Haipeng had a square face and was quite powerful.

He is obviously a prime minister, but he has white hair, and these white hairs have added to his legendary attributes.

Outsiders only think that Xiong Haipeng can build a huge foundation for the Fuhai Gang in more than ten years, and it takes too much effort.

He even often calls the white-headed overlord Xiong Haipeng and the same-made disease Qianqiu.

But I didn't know that there was a relationship between the two that no one knew about.

Holding the letter in my hand, there are a few powerful and profound big words on it - my disciple personally opened it.

Xiong Haipeng looked at the big words, and how could he not be familiar with the strong aura on it?

In an instant, I recalled the scene when I learned martial arts decades ago.

The man with an extremely tall body looked at him and said, "What martial arts do you want to learn?"

"Like an eagle, you can look down on the martial arts of the world." The young Xiong Haipeng stood up and spoke loudly.

"Okay! Look at my claw."

While speaking, the man's aura soared into the sky, like an eagle spreading his wings, poking out with one claw, sweeping through the wind and clouds, and his five fingers directly tearing the sky, forming five cracks in the air, swallowing the wind and dust.

In recent years, I have become a white-headed overlord. Countless people praise themselves for their claw techniques and their heroic spirits are fully demonstrated in every move.

But when I recall the scene decades ago, my teacher's claw.

Xiong Haipeng can only say that his claw skills are too far apart.

It was just a casual claw of my teacher, but the charm of that claw would never end in my life.

After so many years, I have clearly become a master, but I still can't see my teacher's back.

Gradually, I opened the letter and looked at the contents.

Xiong Haipeng read, his lips slightly raised: "Is the younger brother coming here?"

"The third-blocking dragon in the sea is over, I wonder how much punching the teacher is?"

...

Kingsoft Temple backyard.

Everyone knows that this is the forbidden area of ​​his own abbot and no one can trespass.

At this time, in the backyard, the branches of several willow trees fluttered in the wind.

In a stone pavilion not far away, there is a stone table and four stone tables.

A tall monk, a woman in white clothes.

If others saw this monk, they would be very confused. They were not the master Yuantong here.

In the same monk's robe, there was a somewhat pretty face.

The woman spoke in surprise: "Your disguise technique is really wonderful. With my master's energy, I can't even see it."

Wang Meng smiled slightly: "Sister Yuelian, this is just a little Doyle."

Wang Yuelian looked at Wang Meng's appearance and chuckled again: "But your bald look is quite extraordinary, and she really looks like she is empty."

Wang Meng was a little helpless. As soon as his saint came over, he asked him to take him off and disguise, as if he had never seen a monk before.

"Sister Yuelian, I won't joke anymore. I have an idea to tell you."

When Wang Yuelian heard this, she understood that Wang Meng wanted to talk about the serious matters and smiled slightly: "Tell me."

Wang Meng said, "Have Sister Yuelian ever thought about establishing a power that does not belong to the Wusheng Sect, but only belongs to you."

When Wang Yuelian heard this, she was silent: "Why did you think of this?"

Wang Meng smiled slightly: "Isn't this a monk for a few days? I've been a monk for a few days? I calmed down and couldn't help but think about some more things."

"Sister Yuelian is not weak, but the rest of the saints are the same. Moreover, they are older than their sister and have stronger power."

Wang Yuelian hummed disdainfully: "What do you mean by older people? Those are just old witches."

When Wang Meng heard this, he just smiled slightly and didn't talk to him. Women always cared about their age.

Wang Meng then spoke: "Sister Yuelian wants to surpass them, sometimes she cannot be limited to the Xiangnan branch."

"The Bi Xiangnan Branch belongs to you and also to the Virgin Mary."

"Sister Yuelian wants to get into that position, her opponent is not just the other saints."

Wang Meng doesn't need to say something too clearly to smart people.

Wang Yuelian wants to become the next generation of Holy Mother, who are their opponents?

There are other saints, but their biggest competitor is not the other saints, but the contemporary saints.

Just like a secular dynasty change, the primary prerequisite for princes to take up the throne is the death of the emperor.

Not every emperor is like Wang Meng and will take the initiative to abdicate.

Especially the Virgin of this generation, it is even more special. He has been in the position of Virgin for 150 years.

According to the practice of several generations of the Virgin Mary, he should have retired and become the elders of the headquarter.

But this Virgin Mary is too greedy for power and refuses to let go now. Maybe she will kill this power on the day she will die.

Those oldest saints are already hundreds of years old and have been waiting for almost a hundred years.

"How can there be a prince in the world for a hundred years?"

They had been impatient for a long time.

A young saint like Wang Yuelian was pushed up by the Virgin Mary, in fact, to balance the older saints.

Although Wang Yuelian competes with the other older saints, in some aspects, they can also find common interests.

For example, if the contemporary Virgin Mary abdicates, they will have the chance only if she abdicates.
To be continued...