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According to common sense, Xuanyuan Jingcheng is not yet fifty years old. Xuanyuan ancestor said that he had lived a lifetime, but it was inappropriate.

The reason for saying this is to see that he has seen through Xuanyuan Jingcheng's method of exchanging his realm for life.

Furthermore, after today, Xuanyuan Dapan no longer intends to let this scholarly and craftsman-like junior continue to live.

There is a land god in Huishan, which is enough.

There are words in the world, and you can enjoy the blessings of land alone.

If there are two land gods on Mount Hui, what kind of tradition will it be?

How can I have a unique saying?

Over the past few decades, no genius was born in Huishan, and no master was born.

The reason is about to come out, and now it is clear.

If Xuanyuan Jingcheng was willing to practice martial arts according to his wishes, Xuanyuan Dapan would not mind letting him take over Huishan after he ascended.

However, if the eldest grandson Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who is talented and talented, is expected to enter the realm of immortals on land, Xuanyuan Dapan will not let him continue to live.

It must be killed!

Xuanyuan Jingcheng is a person with a deep mind and a scheming person. He can naturally understand the truth, so this is also the crux of his repeated refusal to practice martial arts.

It’s just a pity that Xuanyuan Jingyi has now died.

If he is still alive, he will regularly feel relieved when he hears this.

Because this time, the ancestors finally won't tolerate the big brother doing bad things anymore.

Stepping into the snow-capped floor, Xuanyuan Qingfeng was surprised to see the expression of his grandfather Xuanyuan Guoqi.

Why is grandpa so solemn?

Immediately afterwards, his father Xuanyuan Jingcheng said something, and this statement made Xuanyuan Qingfeng dull:

"Heavenly commits evil, but he can still forgive him, but he can't live.

Today, my Xuanyuan Jingcheng will walk the way for heaven and sweep away the dust accumulated over the past five hundred years of Huishan.

As for how much you can sweep, it depends on God's will.

After half a cup of tea, I fought with my ancestors in the celestial realm, and it was already 216.

Did the ancestors have any chance of winning?

Since that’s the case, why use words to boost your courage?”

Xuanyuan Dapan was on Mount Hui, and his power was more than a hundred years old. When he heard this, his expression was calm.

Not concerned, said:

"You spared no effort and did your best, but could you hurt me?"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng, a middle-aged Confucian scholar, smiled indifferently:

"The ancestor has been in martial arts for nearly a hundred years. For Huishan, there is no contribution and hard work. If I win easily, the ancestor will definitely die unwillingly."

The onlookers only felt that the eldest son of the Xuanyuan family was insane.

After hearing the two of them clearly, a sudden chill filled their bones.

He was able to fight with the ancestor more than 200 moves, but he has not yet failed?

Even a clay man is so angry that he is so despised by a younger generation and provoked by repeated attempts.

Although Xuanyuan Dapan was shameless, his face was already a bit ferocious, and he said:

"I want to see what other tricks you can do!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said calmly: "For twenty years, Jingcheng has read a lot of books and practiced martial arts throughout Huishan. Now that he has accumulated a lot of strength, he will definitely not disappoint his ancestors.

Now, since everyone has arrived, I will make a move first.

If the ancestor continues to hide and suppress his own realm in the middle of the sky, he must be careful, for fear that the ancestor will never have the chance to use the big sky again!"

Xuanyuan Dapan sneered, "Oh? You made such a big noise. The woman with broken shoes still watched the battle here, so she couldn't wait to go to Huangquan Road?

Or, with your current state, you can no longer hold on to that time?

Your method is mysterious and mysterious, but unfortunately, it is just a traitor..."

Since he has been facing each other in life and death, Xuanyuan Jingcheng has no intention of listening to the nonsense of the ancestor.

Turning his head, looking at his daughter from afar, with an open-minded smile on his face.

To cultivate oneself is to correct one's mind.

Don’t say that scholars have no courage and dare to let the heaven and earth sink into the sea.

Those who achieve success will not only have extraordinary talents, but also have perseverance.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was watching the light in his mind, and the poems and articles written by his father emerged one by one.

With a kind smile to his beloved daughter, Xuanyuan Jingcheng slowly closed his eyes and whispered:

"The gods entering the land!"

In an instant, blood bleeded in the seven orifices, which was extremely terrifying.

That's it, the middle-aged scholar looked calm.

Spread your hands, as if you want to tolerate the whole world.

With him as the center of the circle, the accumulated water exploded outwards layer by layer on the heavy snow floor.

In an instant, nine thunder and lightning came from the Heavenly Court.

Li Chungang, who had been silent and lazy and sleeping, finally opened his eyes and sighed:

"This kid is not a Confucian scholar, he is clearly a Confucian scholar at this moment!"

After saying that, the old man in sheepskin fur turned his eyes to the young man in white standing with his hands in front of him, and said in confusion:

"When you meet a strong person, you will be strong. Now that the land gods are ahead, can this kid have to go to a higher level in his realm?

What realm is above the land gods?”

At this point, the old sword god suddenly had the urge to draw his sword.

See that mysterious realm for a while.

Looking at Jiang Yatou beside him, Li Chungang finally put away this idea.

Accepting apprentices is much more interesting than fighting.

Li Chungang knew in his heart that if he wanted to see that realm, he had to open the Heavenly Gate with one sword to get a glimpse of it.

However, even if you open the Heavenly Gate with one sword, you may not be able to survive.

In this way, it is more important to accept disciples.

When you fight, there will always be a chance.

It's not too late to fight with him when you return to the realm of the Land Sword Immortal.

Among the clouds, the sky thunder was as thick as a tree that was embraced. In the blink of an eye, it all exploded on the heavy snowy floor.

Nine big holes were blown up.

All those who watched the battle were safe and sound.

On the snowy floor, the city of Religious Saint Xuanyuan Jing is divided into two pieces.

The nine purple thunders were all hitting the side of the ancestor Xuanyuan.

This old guy didn't dodge, and his fist as big as a sandbag suddenly hit a purple thunder pillar.

The two collide, and the earth shakes.

A chaotic mesh-like flame light appeared on the heavy snowy floor.

Everyone hurriedly looked at the burly man, still standing under the attack of lightning.

However, one of the arms sleeves was burned out.

During this period, there were residual purple lightning flashing.

Looking around, it looks like a Thunder God General.

With the power of mortals and the power of the enemy, how many people can there be in the world with such a feat?

Xuanyuan's national weapon has outstanding strength and a profound realm. It has long been forbidden to be confused, but he knows the destiny of heaven.

Seeing this scene, I was still frightened.

On the top of Huishan, he was the only one who was qualified to say a few words to Xuanyuan Dapan, who was cold-hearted.

But he is just talking, far from being on par.

Even if he is already a great master of swordsmanship, he should lower his eyebrows and speak respectfully in front of his ancestors.
To be continued...