Dangdangdang~

The morning light broke through dawn, and before the red sun rose eastward, the hanging mountain top was hanging, and the morning bell rang at the right time, crisp and melodious, spreading throughout the Taoist temple.

"call!"

In Guan Kuo's flat "Purple Qi Altar", Lu Qingting, who was coming from dust, sat cross-legged in it, closed his eyes and breathed in, and bits of purple air poured into his dantian, nourishing the pure yang energy.

His heart, which had nowhere to rest since he left the illusion, fell to the ground at this moment, and the purple aura filled with dispersion dispersed the grief of bidding farewell to the ancestor.

When ~

With the last bell landing, the Taoist sect dispersed on the purple Qi Altar, leaving only the Taoist sect leader Xuanwei and Lu Qingting.

A little further away, Gu Qingyi looked back and left.

"The ancestor..."

Lu Qingting felt sour in his heart, and he tried his best to repeat what happened in the illusion from beginning to end.

There is no exaggeration or concealment, even including his warning before bidding farewell to the ancestor.

"Oh, the ancestor..."

The old Taoist Xuanwei sighed and looked sad:

"At this moment when the world is about to change, why do you always abandon me and leave? Why don't you wait a little longer..."

Lu Qingting paused for a moment before saying, "...The ancestor said that even if the world changes greatly in the future, let us remember one sentence..."

Xuanwei's old Taoist eyelids tremble slightly:

"What's the matter?"

"call!"

Taking a deep breath, Lu Qingting replied: "I'm a Hanging Mountain, a Wulin Sect, a Taoist Sect, not an Immortal Sect..."

"Dao Sect, Immortal Sect..."

The old Taoist Xuanwei looked moved and stood up to bow eastward: "Don't worry, my disciples and others will remember your teachings..."

Although the theory of the Immortal Sect has not fallen into words, it has been passed down by word of mouth by word of mouth by word of mouth by word of mouth by word of mouth.

Lu Qingting bowed with him and presented the Seven Tribulation Sword with both hands.

"Seven Tribulation Sword..."

Xuanwei got down the high platform and gently stroked the ancestor's soldiers. He couldn't hide his throbbing in his heart. Several times, he wanted to hold the hilt of the sword, but in the end, he still withdrew his palm.

"Since the ancestor recognized you, then you should take charge of this magic weapon."

"The head?"

Lu Qingting's expression changed slightly, and he was naturally moved, but he still refused.

The Seven Tribulation Sword of Hanging Sky is among the top ten divine weapons in the world. Although it has not been born for a long time, it still ranks above the phoenix-winged and gold-pronged wing of the world's overlord Zhang Xuanba.

Such a magic weapon is really hot.

"You have the speed of God's movement and the recognition of the ancestors, so you should be in charge. There is nothing to say to other elders."

Taoist Xuanwei waved his hand, restrained his desire, and did not look at the Seven Tribulation Sword, and instructed:

"What happened in this illusion is extraordinary. Go and find Qingdu and listen to him..."

"this……"

This time, Lu Qingting hesitated a little:

"Master, this beautiful mountain and river list is not a good place. Yang Daxia has great grace to save his disciples, but his disciples are really..."

"Can you hide it?"

Xuan Wei shook her head: "If you add or not, the court cannot hide it. If you don't add it, it will make the court suspicious..."

Lu Qingting was speechless, but he was unwilling to do it:

"Even so, the disciples are unwilling to do it..."

"You!"

Xuan Wei's face was slightly dark, and in the end, she shook her head helplessly:

"Forget it, let Qingdu release the Fengying and send the "Jinxiu Mountain and River List" he had sorted out before to Shendu. After that, you can go to Northwest Road for a walk.

I heard that Ma Longtu from the Seven Killings Palace went down the mountain and wanted to challenge the masters of all walks of life. In the sect, you just thought you hadn't come back yet..."

"Thank you, Master!"

Lu Qingting bowed and left.

"Lisheng Sect, Qisha Temple, Qintianjian, Lanke Temple, Eternal Tianlun Temple, Hanging Sword Platform, Canghai City..."

Xuanwei Taoist grabbed his five fingers lightly, feeling the airflow changing at his fingertips: "The chaotic times are coming, and I am hanging in the sky, where should I go?"

...

...

Huh ~

The breeze blew through the elusive wheat fields above the plains, and the river waves that rolled eastward, nourishing hundreds of millions of people's livelihood.

Merchant ships moved with the waves, loaded with pedestrians and cargo.

“It’s hard to walk…”

On the merchant ship with the "Lin" flag hanging high, the forest wind stood on the railings, and saw the river surging and thousands of boats fighting for the current, I couldn't help but feel emotion.

From Qingzhou to Wanlong Road, he took the white-feathered geese from the "Yanxing Chamber of Commerce" and the flying eagle of the imperial court. Even so, it took him two years to reach this Wanlong Road.

So much so that he had to sigh that it was difficult to walk.

"The Wanlong Dao is different from Qingzhou. After entering the city, you must be careful in your words and actions, and you must not have the slightest habit of playing tricks, otherwise no one can save you!"

The elders of the Lin family shouted loudly to scold the juniors in the clan. He mentioned it more than once along the way.

"Don't worry, I'll remember."

The Lin family's children nodded repeatedly, but their thoughts flew towards the end of the river. A city of miracles stood on the plain like a giant mountain peak.

The elder sighed in his heart. When he came to this prosperous place, how many people would remember that they were here to ask for help and returned to Qingzhou?

Ming Dynasty,

Wanlong Road,

The Shendu Wanlong City!

The central part of the Ming Dynasty is located, the prosperous Ten Thousand Dragons Road is far better than the other nine paths. The closer they get, the more awe they become in their hearts.

Everyone in Qingzhou also asked themselves that they were high-ranking people, but when they arrived here, they couldn't help but look shorter.

"Wanlong City!"

As he walked off the boat along the flow of people, he walked into the city through the huge and long city gate hole. Lin Feng was amazed. Before he could take a closer look, he heard a noise coming from a distance.

"The beautiful mountains and rivers list has been posted!"

boom!

Lin Feng almost felt the vibration under his feet, and saw a large number of martial arts people crowding towards the city, and the noise instantly overwhelmed the hawking sounds of the entire long street.

"Bright Mountains and Rivers List?"

Lin Feng felt a little impression on him.

According to the elders of the clan, this list was made by the court in collaboration with Hanging Mountain, and the strongest people in the world are listed.

However, he really didn't understand why the court did this.

Make a name for others?

Or provoke a fight in the martial arts world?

He was curious, but almost didn't squeeze in. There were many experts who watched the fun?

"The list of the beautiful list is out!"

An uproar came from the crowd. Lin Feng used his body skills to squeeze in, glanced at him, and couldn't help but be shocked.

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"The world's number one, King Zhao of the Western Palace Zhang Xuanba!"

Lin Feng's heart buzzed, a little dazed. Did the court actually put the Martial Saint on the list?

Throughout history, there has never been a shortage of people who compete for fame and fortune in the world, and there has never been a shortage of lists in the martial arts world.

There are magical skills, strange insects, and even beauty lists, but most of them are rumored by the people, and even the previous mountain and river lists have tacitly abandoned the people in the court.

Not to mention the Martial Saint.

How does the Martial Saint exist?
To be continued...