Young hero, please stay! !

Chapter 106
The sudden vision in the sky shocked everyone present. Although they had seen many dharma bodies and spells unique to immortal cultivators before, no matter how shocking the scene was, everyone present was stunned. Everyone was shocked and speechless.

The sun and moon are in the sky, standing in separate courts.

This kind of vision that the world has never seen has exceeded everyone's imagination. The light and heat coming from the scorching sun actually fell on the entire world. Many rebels stretched out their hands and used their palms to To accept that rare treasure that should not appear in the middle of the night.

The vision appeared, and the whole world saw the bright moon and the scorching sun entrenched in the sky. Countless dark eyes came from all over the world, and they all flocked to somewhere in the south of the Yangtze River in Zhongzhou!
Across the sea from Zhongzhou, there is a continent that is as small as Zhongzhou, called Dongzhou. Above Dongzhou is the place where Taoist ancestors achieved enlightenment, and it is also the place where Taoism's dragons rise!
On the East Continent, the Taoist Sect and the Demon Sect are fighting against each other, and no one can do anything about it. The East Continent is vast, but it is not full of worldly dynasties like the Central Continent. According to Taoism, it is a small country with few people, and the Great Dao has nothing to do.

On a mountain peak in Dongzhou, a sloppy old Taoist with rosacea was sitting on the top of the mountain. He came here for a demon. He thought that he had not done anything seriously for many years, and this time he could get over the addiction, but Who would have thought that an annoying guy would come and snatch away the guy he had been looking for for a long time.

The sloppy old Taoist priest wasn't angry either, he just drank wine depressedly. He felt very relieved when he saw the dusty guy beat the once arrogant demon into a state of disarray with just one sword.

Just after he drank half the pot, the sword cultivator who owed him a lot of money appeared next to him. The old Taoist priest didn't look away, just tasting the wine in his wine gourd, as if he hadn't seen the sword cultivator. He didn't even bother to raise his eyelids.

It's not that the old Taoist priest is the one who finds fault. It's actually that the guy next to him is as cold as a piece of wood. Talking to him will probably ruin his life.

Suddenly, both of them looked towards the west, where the sun and moon shone together.

The old Taoist priest immediately jumped up, counting something in his hands, jumping up and down like a hairless monkey.The old Taoist priest pinched his fingers and shouted angrily to the sword cultivator beside him: "Immortal Heavenly Lord, Immeasurable Heavenly Lord! Damn it, I knew you were a bumbling star. It's okay for the old Taoist to suffer losses by following you. Now even My precious disciple was harmed by your adopted son! Everyone knows how to behave when they get an advantage. Why does your adopted son have to do the opposite? He has to let those old bastards in deep water stop knowing that Zhulong is in his body. Already?"

The sword cultivator looked dull and unmoved.

When the old Taoist saw this, he was very angry. He held a talisman in his hand and wanted to go and get his precious disciple back, but the sword cultivator snatched the talisman from his hand and looked at it with a cold face. This famous rosacea expert.

The old Taoist jumped up in anger, pointed at the sword cultivator's nose and began to babble: "What are you doing?! Do you want to get rough with the old Taoist priest? Come on, come on, you haven't done anything in thousands of years, you really think the old Taoist priest is easy to bully. Isn’t it? Let me tell you, if your adopted son makes such a fuss, the whole world will be in chaos. Others don’t know what the candle dragon is for, don’t you know? The rules of the world have just been restored for dozens of years. Year, the world has stopped, and you just want to cause chaos on the top of the mountain? Those old bastards who hide deeply are usually restricted by the rules of the 'Lamp Holder', but who can care so much at this time! The candle dragon appears! Do you know how big of a deal this is!"

The sword cultivator remained expressionless, and there was a demonic shadow in the east.

The old Taoist priest also lost his temper. Faced with such a guy who refused to take both hard and soft, and refused to eat oil and salt, he really had no choice. The old Taoist priest shook his head. On his palms, a fire dragon and a water dragon were swimming happily. .

"I'm afraid of your lineage of lamplighters, all of them are lunatics! Your master is a lunatic, and all of your brothers are also lunatics! That bastard Zou Zi is even more lunatic! I am so angry that I will use this to suppress you today. The devil's cave is angry!"

The old Taoist priest left gracefully, and after a while, fire and water surged into the sky in the distance!

The sword cultivator didn't say much, raised his sword and followed immediately.

It is also the South Wuzhou across the sea, the top of Shushan Mountain.

Song Zhiyuan, whose hair was meticulously combed, was sitting on a chair, holding a cup of Shushan's unique golden osmanthus tea in his hand. He was about to taste it carefully, but suddenly he frowned, looked at the sloppy old man beside him who was picking his feet, and said in a deep voice: " If the younger generations see what the famous 'Lamp Holder' looks like, I'm afraid there will be fewer and fewer people climbing the building in the future."

The sloppy old man snorted nonchalantly, and the movements of his hands still did not stop: "Don't talk about me, I haven't seen you for a long time and your temper has become much softer. If it had been before, you would have punched me."

Song Zhiyuan smiled and punched the crazy guy who was the same senior as him. Although his temper did get much better after his wife and son left, facing this guy, the fire in his heart could not be suppressed no matter what. living.

The gap-toothed old man who was knocked thousands of miles away by a punch returned to his original position in the blink of an eye. He got a chicken leg from somewhere in his hand and was eating it happily. Song Zhiyuan looked at the man who had picked his foot just now. Now The guy holding the chicken legs again shook his head helplessly.

"You rob your child of his things. In terms of seniority, he is your disciple."

The old man smiled proudly: "Of course I know, but it's a pity that my apprentice who has not yet started makes such a big noise, and I, an old guy, have to wipe his butt for him."

When Song Zhiyuan heard this, he was also very angry: "That's my disciple. When did you agree to be your disciple?"

The old man was not happy when he heard this, and said jokingly: "What? You have only a few days to live, and you still want to stop me from accepting apprentices? You said you are too, you are quite old, and you have injuries on your body." , why do you have to step out of that half-foot and enter the thirteenth floor of martial arts? You don’t know why the founder of the three religions sealed the sixteenth floor of monks and the thirteenth floor of martial arts? You are confused!"

The old man was heartbroken, but Song Zhiyuan didn't care: "The scenery on the top of the mountain must be seen with your own eyes. Stop talking nonsense and let's go."

Song Zhiyuan stood up, but the old man, who had never looked serious, remained motionless: "Now that you are in the Thirteenth Year, can you beat him?"

Old Uncle Song shook his head: "After all, he is the Lord of Juxu Mountain. Entering the Thirteenth is not what he wants, not what he can't do."

Old Uncle Song looked at the sea of ​​clouds and the endless blue below the mountain, and chuckled: "Before you die, you must leave some way out for the only successor."

The old man nodded silently and said in a solemn voice: "In the future, I will protect him."

Old Uncle Song shook his head and said seriously: "What's the point of talking about this? You are leaving the only incense for the lineage of the lantern holder."

The old man nodded and looked at the north with squinted eyes. In addition to the sun and the moon shining together, on the northern grassland, lotus flowers fell in the Buddhaland.

Deep in the grassland, at the foot of Qilejianfu Mountain, a lazy monk sat casually on the ground. The little bald man next to him had a troubled face, and seemed to be very concerned about the strange looks from around him. "Master, we came all the way here just to block someone's mountain gate and curse? If the host found out about this, he would have to fine us to contribute dozens of kilograms more cabbage."

In the little bald man's world, a few dozen kilograms of cabbage is already a big deal.

"I'm so smart, why would I accept a stupid apprentice like you? Then if the host asks you for cabbage, you won't give it to him? We have worked so hard to grow it, and we don't even have enough to eat, so why share it with him? "

"Master, I grew those cabbages myself."

"Isn't yours the master's? Why do you distinguish it so clearly?" The big bald head rewarded the little bald head with a chestnut, "I will go to Tianquan Sword Sect later, don't let others bully me!"

The young monk was a little distressed: "Master, do you really want me to block the mountain gate by myself? With my three-legged cat skills, I won't be able to embarrass you and Master if I go there?"

Seeing his apprentice's useless look, his bald head felt a headache.

Before Meng You, there were only two Vajra realm warriors in the younger generation.

One is Wei Liang in Juxu Mountain.

And the other one is this little bald Fayou who just turned 16 years old.

The little bald man looked depressed, Tianquan Sword Sect, that is a famous sect in the world!

I just hope that when I pass by, they can be a little gentler.

At the same time, at the boundary between the Western Desert and Central Continent, amid the yellow sand, the scholar who almost became the fourth Confucian saint stood facing the wind.

I have been in prison for 500 years, and I have almost forgotten how to deal with these Buddhist disciples.

Characters exuding awe-inspiring righteousness flew out of the book in his hand, turning into a small world of poetry.

The scholar smiled slightly and left three words for the Bodhisattva Arhat who came from Buddhism!

Please take a seat!
When the saint speaks, it’s like God’s will!

The old prisoner on the Star-Zhaing Building was aware of the movements everywhere in the world. His old face was calm and he just kept smiling.

Beside him, Zou Zi, dressed as a fortune teller, stood beside him.

The old supervisor sighed and seemed very tired: "The dignified founder of the Yin Yang family actually came to this land of strong dragon energy for an old guy like me. It seems that in Zou Zi's heart, I am better than that old guy on the grassland. Much better."

When Zou Zi heard this, he smiled but said nothing.

Lao Jianzheng knew in his heart that the Zou Zi in front of him was definitely not the real person, but just a clone formed by using Yin and Yang techniques.

One clone is here, and the other is in the grassland royal court.

People like them, who use yin and yang to steal the secrets of heaven, are extremely taboo about the dragon energy of the dynasty. Anyone who is contaminated with it will suffer damage to the path and shorten their lifespan.

He himself is an excellent example.

But he couldn't figure out what the founder of the Yin Yang family had planned. He went to Xianyang alone just to hold him back for a moment.

Ripples kept flashing in the cauldron in front of him. The old prisoner was looking askance at some of the guys who should have been removed from history, but they couldn't hold back anymore.

As soon as the world was unified, those people on the top of the mountain who had their own agenda began to stir up trouble again.

It's a pity that His Majesty's grand plan has not yet been completed, and this world is not the world that His Majesty desired.

On the South China Sea, a short-built farmer suppressed the Shui Tribe with one punch. He turned his head, looked to the north, and bowed with his fists clasped!
This time I pay my respects to the senior who pioneered martial arts!
At the same time, a woman in a red dress with a sword left Shushan and headed straight to Luo City.

The woman looked sullen, that hateful guy actually risked his life!

If he dies, she will never forgive him in this life!

(End of this chapter)