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On this day, Wang Ping'an returned home in a daze. The master scolded him why he had been there for so long, and the food on the stove was cold.

He didn't answer, he looked lost.

Song Kaixiu conjured his soul that night, but what was unexpected is that from then on, Wang Ping'an seemed to have regained his consciousness, and martial arts techniques were advancing by leaps and bounds.

Ranshan’s three youngest descendants, the youngest chief, are known as one son in three hundred years, and these remarkable achievements were achieved in just ten years.

Such an outstanding Wang Ping'an, but his life is ordinary, daily life, cultivating martial arts, socializing and making friends... everything is in order, as if a puppet that has been manipulated, but a puppet with a spirit. The appearance is deeply hidden.

No one knew that he was still that mediocre boy.

His master Song Kaixiu was so satisfied after having such an outstanding disciple, he would brag about it every time.

Everything that I met in that cave that day was carefully hidden by this Taoist priest. Not even his good friend Bai Zimo knew.

Wang Pingan knew that everything he had obtained was inseparable from the pyramid and the page of gold paper. They improved his talents intentionally or unintentionally.

However, time flies, slowly, even he himself has forgotten this long-lasting memory.

He is getting stronger and better known, and he is respected by more and more people from his classmates, but he doesn't feel happy at all.

Wang Ping'an loves to talk and laugh, but after the joy is gone, there is only a deeper emptiness.

Live well, so what?

Wang Ping An felt that he owed a lot of things.

Until, that afternoon, on the boat at the dock.

Encountered that girl.

She is also ordinary, giving Wang Ping an a sense of the same kind-that kind of mediocre sense of fate.

The Taoist priest is not good enough, but he realizes that he will be like countless sect predecessors, walking through the established trail in a smooth life.

And what about the little sister of the fisherman? She lives in the ordinary, but she yearns for the extraordinary—often a mediocre dream that has not yet given up on fate.

Despite this, Wang Ping'an could say aloud that he likes to be surly--but he dare not.

Seeing her is like seeing my own destiny.

Simple, irrational determination.

This is not love at first sight, this is the love that Taoist priests have planned for a long time. Fu Xixi fits all the characteristics of his dream lover. Cheerful and optimistic, pure and lively, handsome in appearance, and warm eyes.

In addition, the memory of hiding in the corner became clear day by day, and gradually rolled over—"You picked up the hilt, remember to send it to the descendant of Taiwu, don't run around, move faster."

Move faster!

Wang Ping'an opened his eyes. He was in a high-altitude tornado. The strong wind blew his eyes sharply. His body was hit by the gravel branches to a large extent, but he was still holding the sword hilt tightly.

Looking up, there are two giants in the distance, one with dark skin and full muscles, with red totem patterns all over the skin, and one with a magnificent look. There are seven huge sword hilts hovering like light wheels behind him.

Only then did Wang Ping'an really understand what the phrase "send to the descendants of Taiwu" meant when he was a child.

The Buddha is so generous, and you have to pass a word from the beginning. Are you afraid that the word will be lost?

No, not only that, but also enlightened me by the way? Wang Pingan wondered whether Wang Pingan met the Buddha, or the Buddha found Wang Pingan?

Without waiting for him to ponder this question, he suddenly felt that he was falling rapidly, it turned out that he was thrown out of the tornado!

Wang Ping's three souls and seven souls flew more than half of the time. Before he wanted to say his last words, another tornado blew in. He rose again, ups and downs, far and near, and finally approaching the battlefield, the Taoist sighed in relief.

The only thing I worry about now is not to be beaten to dust by a sudden palm.

Xuefeng brandishes the long snake and uses the iron whip of the Five Immortals to teach Chi You to gain the true blessing of Chi You. The moves of the fifth-order secret in this district have abruptly played the first-order demeanor. Not to mention that his current law is like the sky and the earth, and he can carry the sea. The red long snake in the shape of a magic sword prisoner in his hand stirs the atmosphere and casts wind and rain. It seems that he can cut down a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers, and his courage covers the sky.

Sun Lichai's luck resisted and suddenly spotted a flaw. Her left hand pierced into the sky whip shadow like a meteor. She withstood dozens of heavy blows in an instant, and her arm slammed into the sound of gold and iron. She took the palm of her hand and grabbed the snake. The black cloud that filled ten miles also disappeared like a whip.

What an evil snake, was caught for seven inches, still refused to give up, stretched its neck and bit the arm of the female venerable, violent and violent venom poured out like a raging fire, and one of Sun Lichai's white jade arms was dyed dark red to the naked eye.

"Drink!" Sun Lichai struggled to pull the long snake, and with great strength, she staggered the blood maple, and then she suddenly hit out with her right fist.

The seventh-order boxing technique on Yigu'an-Zhengxinlian.

A good punch, hitting the nose of Xuefeng, the blood flower that exploded was just a red lotus.

"Poor Niu's punches are so delicious!" Sun Lichai laughed boldly, punching unremittingly, and punching the blood maple to open the lotus flowers.

At this time, after the death of Jiuhan, there was only Xuefeng left in the incarnation of Xiangshu in the world. In the dark, the supernatural power of Xiangshu's retribution was blessed on Xuefeng.

"Roar--!" The beaten Xuefeng suddenly recalled, extremely furious, and his physique rose again, and it has broken thousands of feet. UU reading www.uukanshu.com can see his stalwart body in the entire Jingbei. It's a pity that everyone is hiding in the Pure Land, and only a few have really seen this battle of giants.

Sun Lichai laughed loudly, as if thunder rolled across the sky, "It's not addictive, your big benefactor is unbearable, let the poor nuns teach you what is truth!"

I saw this female supreme ignoring the poisonous heart attack on her left arm, lifted her right leg and swept abruptly, tripping Xue Feng.

Under this size, no light work could be performed. Xue Feng watched as the sky above his head slowly shrank, and his imposing body fell to the ground like a mountain. For a moment, there was a big earthquake and a ring of dust roared out.

Wang Ping'an, who was in the air and couldn't help himself, saw the face change drastically during this scene, and he finally approached, and this time he had to be blown away for several miles.

"Wow! Pindao will definitely come again!" The trivial scream was drowned in the billowing smoke.

Sun Lichai shot the red snake that had been biting her left arm, tore off the snake head and threw it to the ground.

This snake looked like a living thing, but in fact it was in the form of a sword. The head of the snake rolled around in the air for a few times, turned into a streamer and returned to its body, and became a venomous snake again.

Xuefeng supported the ground with one hand and waved the whip with the other hand, trying to force Sun Lichai away. He didn't want her to fight like crazy, and hesitated and screamed, his hands screamed, he bowed his knees and struck. Stepping on Xuefeng's chest, he suddenly slammed it down and hit him on the head.

It is said that Chi You and his eighty-one brothers have copper heads and iron foreheads, but this moment, even Tieshan has to cut a big hole.

Xue Feng ate a bit hard, and the eyeballs were almost squeezed out of his sockets. Sun Lichai was so powerful, her iron fist was like a heavy rain of meteors, which kept smashing down, the earth shattered, and the high-pressure groundwater flowed up. Mixed with blood, like a thrusting red waterfall.