As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the other people also condensed.

It is already well known that the Dragon King Armor fell into the hands of the Taoist Wang Quan, and compared with the others, the few people present know the power of the gods and gods.

If the Dragon King Armor can forcibly suppress the almost revived Dragon King Armor, there is no need to say much about the might of the royal Taoist.

"What if he refined the Dragon King Armor?"

Cang Liu, a young man in yellow who was carrying a longbow and a lion, asked with a serious expression on his face.

In the past, no one would have thought that non-soldiers could refine the divine weapons of heaven and man, but after the battle in the Fengdu Royal City, some people had already guessed what the Dafeng Dynasty did.

Since Dafeng dared to do it or even succeeded, Daoist Wang Quan may not be unable to completely refine the Dragon King Armor on the basis of Dafeng.

"His divine vein has been established, and the foundation cannot be changed. Even if the Dragon King Armor is refined, he cannot become the leader of the soldiers."

Wuling City's eyes were faint and said:

"I'm just here to celebrate my birthday, not to provoke. Besides, we are not without the power to fight back."

His voice was neither high nor low, but the expressions of several people changed when they heard this.

Sun En's pupils shrank, looked at Wuling City, and said word by word: "Yanyang Qishen Ruler, has it recovered?"

Wu Lingcheng did not answer, but instead smiled:

"He is old, and I am young, and the future is destined to be the world of the world. Why bother to hurry up?"

As he said that, he looked at Sun En and said:

"Anyway, I have no malice this time. Whether Brother Sun believes it or not, that's the truth."

"good!"

Yuan Xing shook his spear one by one and looked at the mountains in the distance:

"Pang Wanyang had a powerful force in the world for forty years before, and then the Daoist of the King Quan was the world. Since we missed Pang Wanyang, we naturally had to meet the Daoist of the King Quan!"

"This is the handover between the old and the new. The world's number one in the future is only among you and me!"

Shao Huacen's green skirt flutters, with long hair on his temples gently, and smiles gently:

"As a junior, it is also a good idea to witness the glory of his predecessors."

...........

Under the golden sun, Wang Quan Mountain was divided into lively. There were disciples busy up and down the mountain, and welcoming and seeing each other. There was joy in the front and back.

Although An Qisheng had no intention of dying, Jiang Tingting, Zhang Haohao, Yan Kaiyu, Liuming and others insisted on doing this, so he followed them.

It was just after noon this day.

An Qisheng was sitting cross-legged from the back mountain looking at the sea of ​​clouds.

The clouds are still the clouds, and the sky is still the same day. However, all the common scenery is different in his eyes every day, and every time he watches, it can bring him a different feeling.

When your mind observes everything, if your mind is upset, you will be disgusted when you see it, and if your heart is happy, you will be happy when you see it.

The Tao is in the mountains and rivers, and the Tao is in the heart. If the heart reflects the mountains and rivers, then the mountains and rivers will enter the heart.

It is the practice of martial arts, it is also the practice of spiritual will, and it is also the practice of mental state.

"Master, why are you still here?"

Before the person arrived, the voice arrived first. Jiang Tingting ran over quickly and grabbed An Qisheng's arm.

The little girl who has been in the Fuwu Realm for eight years, who used to cry with her nose and nose, is now graceful and graceful. Although she is not a peerless figure, she practices martial arts all year round, and is full of girlish firepower.

In the past few years, except for the fact that Liu Ming could not resist several beggings and brought him to his subordinates, he did not recruit new disciples.

Among the few disciples, Jiang Tingting is the one who relies most on him.

"Tingting, your temperament is too frivolous. I couldn't even polish your character in the last reincarnation."

An Qisheng let his apprentice shake his arm and smiled and pointed her forehead:

"It seems that next time, I will have to polish your character."

As his martial arts become more and more diligent, he already knows all the factors that determine a person's achievements.

The reason why the divine weapons of heaven and man often choose their masters is that they are not looking for the most amazing people in the world, but the people who are most in line with their own ways.

Because the roots and bones can be easy, the qi can be gathered, the mind can be polished, and martial arts can be practiced.

The only thing that cannot be changed is that it is not like oneself.

The Tao has convergence and different Taos, and practice is no different from the opposite direction.

After practicing for a long time, I first practiced muscles, bones, skin, flesh, and marrow, and my blood was transformed. Until this time, the Tao was the same, and tens of thousands of people practiced the same way. When condensing true qi, I had to choose.

A true qi technique that is inconsistent with oneself will inevitably be inconsistent with oneself. It often requires a lot of strength to achieve the effect of one's strength.

The choice of the network of weather and meridians in large and small circles, the differences in martial arts and spirituality, the creation of magical weapons, etc. will all be affected.

Therefore, the emergence of divine masters in the Jiufu Realm has not only his own talent and understanding, but also his luck.

In the words of Xuanxing, the choice of the road is more important than hard work.

Therefore, there is a legend that a "wizard" brings the sect to its peak in one fell swoop when there is a big sect in the world.

The "wizard" may not be a wizard, it may just be extremely consistent with the martial arts of its predecessors.

But not every sect has this kind of luck, but more often it disappears into the long river of history.

An Qisheng is trying another way.

Give disciples more possibilities and teach according to their aptitude, rather than copying their martial arts to them.

"Let me let my senior brothers go."

Hearing the cycle of reincarnation, Jiang Tingting trembled and quickly refused:

"The disciple's experience of reincarnation last time has not been digested..."

Although reincarnation is rare, it is too tormented in it. Although she knows the benefits, she doesn't want to go in again as soon as she comes out.

"You junior brother Kaiyu begged several times, but you are just lazy."

An Qisheng shook his head and laughed.

In this world, the only one who can pull others into the cycle of reincarnation with his own divine will is the only one who can pull others into the cycle of reincarnation.

But the Wheel King is limited by the world and has insufficient vision. He just forged a Buddha's kingdom and can wipe away other people's memories with many fantasies, but he cannot reach his own level.

Except for Jiang Tingting, no one dared to say anything disliked.

However, too much is too little, and experience must be stopped in time. Too much will hurt the disciple's original self, Huiguang, which is not good.

"Master, people from other sects have arrived, and you can't do it if you don't go out."

Jiang Tingting changed the topic:

"Uncle Yan from the Great Dragon Gate is probably coming soon..."

"You."

An Qisheng did not point out his disciple's little thoughts and walked towards the front mountain.

Of course he didn't have to take over anyone, but as the host, he always had to show up.

After all, some people seem to want to see him.

.........

There are many people on Mount Wangquan.

Although Wang Quandao has only been in charge for several years, An Qi is so famous that he is the best in the world. Not to mention the top sects such as Dalongmen, Huangjue Temple, Baiyue Villa, Zhengangdao, etc., even many small and medium-sized sects in Fengzhou and even nearby Dazhou have also come.

In Fengzhou and even the nearby major states, the royal kings are truly uncrowned kings, so naturally there is no shortage of forces to be in harmony with each other.

But on weekdays, Wang Quandao has no chance to make friends, and finally meets the 100th birthday of Wang Quandao, so there is no reason not to come.

Not to mention being intimate with Wang Quandao, even showing off one's face is a great thing.

Therefore, when they arrived at Wuling City, Sun En and others were a little surprised when they came to the official road at the foot of Wang Quan Mountain.

Above the long official road, many chariots were almost ten miles away, and there were countless pedestrians coming and going.

At first glance, it looked like a sea of ​​people surrounded Wang Quanshan.

However, most of them have self-knowledge and are left in front of the Wenxin Hall. There are very few people who go up the mountain. Only masters from many sects, or masters who walk alone.

"It's so lucky!"

Cang Liu raised his head slightly, and his yellow curly hair could not cover the divine light in his eyes: "The best in the world, and the scenery of thousands of people follow. Only in this way can we live up to this experience in the world!"

"The dynasty is hegemony, wealth and glory, and the world's number one, and in the end it is just a false reputation. When the military lords of all generations were still alive, they were all over the place, and their reputation would only be greater. However, what is left now?"

Yuan Xingyi's expression was indifferent and calmly commented:

"All things are gone when a person dies, and no one can become a god. The best in the world, the leader of the soldiers will be empty."

"There are few heavenly beings since ancient times. Who can say whether they succeed or not? There are many soldiers in history who have opened the Heavenly Gate, but they have not achieved heavenly beings..."

Shao Huacen smiled softly:
To be continued...