Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit - #156 - Chapter 156: There are dozens of cold mountains here. You choose one to be the seventh mountain.

A rustling east wind and drizzle are coming, and there is light thunder inside and outside Yanchun.

The rich aroma of wine floated out from the tavern and lingered inside and outside the tip of his nose, but Meng Po had no desire to smell it.

When the burly figure blocking the door and the eyes under the silver mask stared at him indifferently and coldly, an inexplicable sense of pressure suddenly swept through his body, and his muscles froze involuntarily.

It was a muscular instinct after meeting the eyes of a strong man who had killed many people.

Meng Po didn’t expect that when he learned about An Le’s appearance in Taimiao Lane, he rushed there excitedly. Even though the lives of everyone in the tavern were used as a pledge of war, An Le still refused to accept his challenge and even threw a puppet. …

puppet?

Real person or…dead thing? !

Meng Po stared solemnly at the burly puppet, thinking in his mind.

What does it mean not to bully him? You must first defeat the puppet before you can challenge An Le…

Anle has so much confidence in this puppet?

In his mental perception, the aura of this puppet… seemed to be only in the fifth realm.

If the puppets of the Five Realms don’t have independent consciousness, there is nothing to worry about!

Meng Po’s eyes, shrouded in black mist, showed a hint of coldness.

“Pretend to be a ghost, no matter what kind of puppet you are, I will kill everything!”

“I am number one on the Western Liang Demon Ranking List. I have experienced countless lives and deaths before reaching this realm. Among the five realms, I am considered invincible!”

Under the black mist, a blood-red long knife emerged.

He held the knife and raised the blade slightly. The raindrops falling from the narrow sky in the alley passed through the blade of the bloody knife and was easily cut in half!

The black mist exploded suddenly, as if it had merged into the raindrops, hidden between the intertwined rain curtains, as if the world had disappeared, and it was killing the huge war puppet blocking the door!

winter! ! !

suddenly.

The rain in front of Zhan Puppet exploded!

A bloody knife was suddenly blocked by the black iron bow that was taken off from behind the puppet at some point.

Huge power was transmitted from the big bow that was shot. Meng Po’s eyes shrank. This kind of power… was like a mountain collapsing, with piles of huge rocks falling down. It was not the power that the Five Realms should have. !

The bloody sword hit Meng Po’s shoulder firmly, and his body flew upside down. His back was shattered by the rain. The rain was misty, like mist.

The body landed on the water-filled bluestone ground in the alley and slid backwards, leaving two inverted triangle water marks.

Can’t get in!

Meng Po wanted to shake An Le’s puppet away, rush into the tavern, and force An Le to take action.

However, he was unable to break through the defense line created by that puppet!

How can this be……

Within the five realms, Meng Po is definitely not weak. He dares to claim that he is invincible in the five realms, and he naturally has this confidence. Although he knows very well that when it comes to true invincibility in the five realms, he is still a little short of it.

Because the real invincibility in the five realms should be in the Yuanmeng Empire.

However, it is impossible for him not to be able to break through the defense line created by the puppets of the Five Realms!

Rain fell on Meng Po, and he turned to look at the window of the tavern, where Anle was already leisurely drinking a pot of old rice wine specially warmed by the landlady, and even served a stack of peanuts.

The look in his eyes… was full of teasing.

That kind of teasing made Meng Po feel murderous and his spirit suddenly became crazy.

If you ask the geniuses on the magic list, every one of them is mentally abnormal. It is because they have gradually distorted their spiritual will under the high pressure between life and death all year round.

boom!

The raindrops on the ground exploded. Meng Po held the bloody sword in his hand, with a crazy smile on his face, and strode towards the window where Anle was!

stop!

A sound of wind and thunder surged above the eardrums!

Meng Po had just taken a few steps when the smile on his face suddenly solidified.

In the child’s hole, an arrow flew quickly, piercing through the raindrops, and there was wind and thunder in the tip of the arrow!

The most important thing is…the speed is too fast!

Even rain can’t stop the arrow from missing at all!

His grasp of time, his grasp of timing, his control of the inertia of his body movements… were simply impeccable.

Meng Po’s figure was just at the time when his old strength had just gone and new strength had not yet arisen.

The arrow missed and penetrated!

puff!

An arrow penetrated Meng Po’s shoulder, and the wind and thunder exploded, bringing up a mass of shattered flesh and blood. The arrow passed through the body, and the force it contained hit the ground hard, nailing the bluestone ground with cracks covered with spider webs. .

The little bits of bright red blood were instantly washed away by the majestic rain.

Meng Po still had a frozen smile on his face, staring at the pierced shoulder, but the sense of crisis gradually rose in his heart.

The sound of wind and thunder resounded continuously!

The sound of the bowstring being fully drawn and then released made Meng Po’s hair stand on end.

Not daring to run, he held the bloody sword in front of him, and shot out one after another. The arrows entangled with wind and thunder hit the bloody sword hard.

When the sparks flew everywhere, the arrow tip hit the same position!

The arrows flew out of rhythm between breaths and breaths, making it impossible for Meng Po to even change his body shape.

The arrow lost the power contained in it and shot him back abruptly. The long blood-colored knife was pressed against his chest. Every time an arrow missed the impact, a terrifying energy would pass through the long blood-colored knife and penetrate his body.

A mouthful of blood spurted out!

What kind of monster is this? !

Meng Po was horrified and his eyes tightened. It was only the fifth realm, but the pressure it put on him was actually stronger than the sixth realm!

However, Meng Po is not a weakling, and being beaten all the time is not his style. He also knows… If he wants to fight Anle today, he must break this puppet.

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This is a puppet that is good at missing arrows!

Like a sharp archer in the army.

It’s not like Meng Po has never fought against archers before. There are also archers on the Wenmo List who are good at bows and arrows.

However, the drawbacks of the Archer are too great.

That is, his melee strength is very weak. As long as he, Meng Po, can get close to the sharp archer and cut off the opponent’s head, he can easily win.

In this case, let’s close the distance and kill the sharp archer first!

Meng Po’s eyes showed a crazy scarlet color, and his innate spiritual energy surged crazily from his dantian.

Black mist lingered again, and the entire alleys in Yanchunli were shrouded in black mist.

In front of the tavern, there was also black fog billowing, making it difficult to catch Meng Po’s whereabouts.

Suddenly, the blood-red sword tip emerged from the black mist, and with the tip of the outstretched sword, it stabbed the neck of the war puppet wearing a silver mask.

Meng Po’s figure was hidden in the black mist, with a crazy smile on his face, as if he had already seen the head wearing a silver mask falling to the ground like wheels.

suddenly.

The black iron bow was retracted, holding the bloody sword, and a short black spear was handed out from under the puppet’s black robe.

The long bloody knife drew sparks everywhere.

Meng Po’s eyes narrowed. The short spear was too fast, and he had to give up the blood knife. As soon as he let go of his hand, the blood knife was knocked away. He tried to get away, but the spear as black as ink was suddenly thrown away.

With a pop, it penetrated his neck.

A bloody flower bloomed, and with great force, Meng Po’s figure was driven to the ground in the alley of Yanchunli.

All the black fog dissipated.

Meng Po was nailed to the ground by the black spear, with blood coming from his mouth. He held the short spear with both hands and tried to pull it out, but he could not move the short spear at all.

There was a crisp sound, and the other end of the two-part spear connected with the half spear that had pierced Meng Po’s neck.

“You alone are worthy of being called invincible in the five realms?”

An indifferent and arrogant voice came from under the silver mask.

The burly body held a black spear in one hand.

Meng Po’s eyes widened and he stared at the burly puppet in fear…

Inside the tavern.

Anle picked up the celadon wine cup, took a sip of the warm wine, and at the same time extracted six wisps of ordinary age energy from Meng Po’s body, and then whispered one word between his lips: “Kill.”

Threatening his well-being with the lives of everyone in the tavern…

From the moment he said those words, Anle’s heart had already acquiesced that he must die.

Zhan Puppet and An Le have a clear understanding of each other, and they carry out An Le’s orders extremely loyally.

The two-part spear was suddenly pulled out and then thrust out, heading towards Meng Po’s head.

However, the strong man who has been paying attention to the situation here since the beginning of the battle will naturally not sit idly by.

“stop!”

The strong man from the Nine Realms of Xiliang Kingdom shouted coldly, and a majestic pressure from the Nine Realms Immortal Platform was already coming down, trying to stop the war puppet’s movements and save Meng Po.

This Nine Realm guy didn’t have time to rush over, mainly because Meng Po was defeated too quickly!

However, this Immortal Platform’s coercion didn’t even have time to fall before it was cut through by a sword.

The master of the Sixth Mountain, with his flying green clothes hanging over the alley, made the nine realms of the West Liang Kingdom dare not take a step.

puff.

The spear of the war puppet fell, and the fire of life in Meng Po’s eyes was completely extinguished.

The cold rain slapped on his still-glaring face, causing hazy splashes.

This genius from the Xiliang Kingdom, who had risen to fame in the past two days and was causing crazy troubles in Lin’an Mansion, died in an alley like this… without any trouble.

There was silence between heaven and earth, except for the roar of the torrential rain falling on the human world along the narrow Yanchunli sky like a waterfall.

Yanchun inside and outside.

The strong man of the Nine Realms of Xiliang Kingdom had his eyes tightened, a little dazed, and a little dazed.

Unexpectedly, Meng Po, known as the Little King of Hell, would fall into Lin’an Mansion like this.

Inside the tavern.

Mortal people have been as silent as cicadas for a long time, and they dare not express their opinions.

After all, the practitioners in the black mist used their lives as capital to fight for Anle, which was equivalent to saying that they could be killed at any time if they wanted to.

Make them feel as if they are walking in the face of death.

Even the fierce-tempered female shopkeeper has trembling hands. No matter how fierce she is, she is just an ordinary person. Compared with a practitioner, there is a huge gap between heaven and earth.

Anle glanced at the situation in the tavern. The sword energy in Niwan Palace was clanging, and the sword in his heart trembled, releasing mental fluctuations that permeated and intertwined in the hearts of everyone in the tavern, helping them suppress their fears and overcome their inner shadows.

“It’s all over, don’t worry.”

Anle took a sip of old rice wine and said in a soft voice.

The female shopkeeper was comforted by the power of the Heart Sword and became much calmer, with even fanaticism in her eyes.

“As expected of Mr. An, you are indeed amazing!”

“Such a guy actually dares to challenge the An family. The An family has never made a move. He is just a puppet. He can’t stop him and he dares to challenge him!”

The female shopkeeper danced excitedly, and the atmosphere among the drinkers in the tavern became enthusiastic.

Anle smiled, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Indeed, Anle was right when he said he didn’t want to bully them. After all, Anle defeated the young Emperor Yuan in the battle space.

Now, if these people want to challenge him, they must first defeat the war puppet. This is indeed true.

But… this war puppet is the young Emperor Yuan, a truly invincible existence in the five realms!

Even if Anle met at first, he was easily defeated!

They say they are not bullying, but they are actually bullying.

Moreover, he bullied him to the point of death. Others did not know that Zhan Puppet was the Young Emperor Yuan, and they would even take him lightly at first. When he was shocked by the explosive power of the Young Emperor Yuan, he was already at a disadvantage and was basically beaten to death.

After all, the young Emperor Yuan… can kill monsters in the Seven Realms.

Anle compared the young Emperor Yuan’s combat power and deduced that he should be able to kill an ordinary seven-level opponent now.

Even a genius in the seventh realm can still fight.

Yan Chunli and beyond.

With Meng Po’s death, the Sixth Mountain Master stopped blocking him and entered the tavern. Standing at the door, the Sixth Mountain Master stared at the war puppet with a strange color in his eyes.

He did not recognize Zhan Puppet as the young Emperor Yuan. After all, he could not associate the two together.

The strength that Zhan Puppet showed previously in crushing Meng Po made him quite surprised.

“Puppet?” The Sixth Mountain Lord stared, with doubts in his mind, but that was all. He opened the door with a cold expression, and the water vapor caused by the rain immediately poured into the tavern.

The Sixth Mountain Master walked to where An Le was and sat across from him.

Anle poured a glass of wine for the Sixth Mountain Lord himself and did not explain, because he couldn’t explain it, so he didn’t bother to explain.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain thought of a lot, the means by which An Le’s heroic spirit could be used, mastering the Qingshan Mountain to awaken the will of the First Emperor who had been sleeping for thousands of years in the sword, and the Blood Guanyin on the Canglang River who summoned to kill Tongguan…

There are many means of comfort, and it is even impossible to deduce the source.

Obviously, Anle still has his own opportunity.

Naturally, the Sixth Mountain Master would not pay too much attention to this opportunity.

“Drink this glass of wine and let’s go looking for the mountains.”

Anle smiled: “Okay.”

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Zuilong Pavilion.

The floor where the geniuses of Xiliang Kingdom are located.

All was quiet.

The heavy rain outside roared and washed away, and on the black tiled eaves, the rain intertwined into a water curtain.

In the house, the aroma of fine wine and food was still lingering, but the geniuses of the Western Liang Kingdom no longer thought about eating food and drinking.

Meng Po is dead.

The beautiful Gu Naihe leaned against the railing, looking at the rainstorm outside, her red lips slightly puckered, a little sentimental.

“Why is he dead? I still want to wait for him to lose to Anle and give him a comfort. What a pity…”

A sigh floated between Gu Naihe’s red lips.

“Then suck his essence?” Gu Huangquan glanced at her and said.

“Oh, brother, you are so annoying!”

Gu Naihe said angrily: “After all, Meng Po is the genius of our Xiliang Kingdom, and his teacher is King Chujiang, one of the top ten kings of hell. How could I do such a thing as sucking him dry? At most… at most 70% to 80%.”

Gu Huangquan’s face showed a sneer: “Then you still want to suck it?”

“In the past two days in Lin’an, you have attracted several practitioners from the Academy of Arts. It’s time to stop. After all, this is not the capital of Xiliang. We don’t have grandfather to protect us, so we can’t be too unscrupulous.”

“I know, who is the person who killed Meng Po? Anle said it was a puppet… But how could a Five Realm puppet kill Meng Po so easily? Even the top corpse puppet of the Five Realms in my brother’s hands… was very difficult. Is it difficult to do this?” Gu Naihe’s big eyes flashed with confusion.

Gu Huangquan pondered for a moment, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, and said: “There is news that the old Heavenly Master of the Tianshi Mansion once gave Anle the extremely precious thousand-year-old Purple Qi Golden Lotus in the Tianshi Mansion. This puppet… Maybe it has something to do with Tianshi Mansion.”

“The Taoist sect is good at magic, such as the magic of talismans and the magic of black and yellow. There is a kind of magic of talisman and armor in the Taoist sect. This puppet should have been developed by Lao Tianshi and given to Anle.”

Gu Huangquan stuck out his tongue and licked it, and said.

Gu Naihe nodded: “Using this puppet to block all those who want to challenge him can save a lot of trouble…”

“Brother, you said that if you want to challenge Anle, you must defeat this puppet. Will Anle be stronger than this puppet?”

When Gu Huangquan heard this, a flash of bloodthirsty madness flashed in his eyes: “It’s hard to say… but at least it won’t be too different. If there are too many weak puppets, it will be difficult to control them well.”

“No matter what, I am very interested in this puppet. Maybe… it can make my corpse puppet technique go a step further!”

However, the bloodlust in Gu Huangquan’s eyes quickly subsided. None of the practitioners from the West Liang Kingdom were normal.

“Don’t challenge An Le for the time being. That puppet… all the geniuses on our Xi Liang Wen Demon List will die if we go there.”

“Let’s wait until the seventh mountain is opened. Then we can see the true face of this puppet.”

Gu Huangquan did not lower his voice. Everyone on the floor heard it clearly and showed no resistance.

Meng Po was dead, and they went… and indeed died.

However, when asked about the geniuses on the magic list, none of them had any emotional fluctuations in Meng Po’s death. They were just shocked at first, and then no longer cared.

After all, the Magic List changes… too often.

Today’s Demon Questioning Ranking has not yet seen a leader-level being who can overpower all geniuses, and Meng Po has only been at the top for half a month.

Gu Naihe leaned against the railing again and took a deep breath of the sweet smell of rain in Lin’an Mansion.

“I wonder what kind of girl… Mr. An likes?”

…

…

Still Zuilong Pavilion, upstairs.

Tielie, Wotai, Tuzhen, Boqi and other geniuses from the Yuanmeng Empire’s Falcon List were all standing on the edge of the railing, their sharp eyes piercing the rain curtain.

The atmosphere was a bit solemn and severe, even…a bit solemn.

“The bouncing guy from Xi Liang who was number one on the Demon Questioning List… is dead.”

Bo Qi, dressed in white, spoke up. He was the grandson of Boyan, Prime Minister of Yuan and Meng Dynasties. His father Bo Qi died in battle and was cut in half by Ye Longsheng with the force of his sword.

Therefore, Birch has always had a spark of revenge buried in his heart.

Unfortunately, his strength was far inferior to that of Ye Longsheng, and Prime Minister Birqi could not let go to kill Ye Longsheng because the Prime Minister cared about the entire Yuan Meng.

Ge Xiaoe, the only girl among the crowd, widened her eyes.

“Did he die? He died so quickly… Meng Po’s strength is pretty good. Even if he faced me, he might lose.”

Ge Xiao’e took a deep breath. As the only one on the Yuan Meng Empire’s Falcon Ranking who had achieved double fifth realm, she was naturally confident against Meng Po, but she could not kill Meng Po so quickly.

“That’s just Anle’s puppet…”

For the first time, Ge Xiaoe felt the horror of Anle.

He just created a puppet and killed Meng Po within a few moves.

What about Anle’s own strength?

If you want to control a powerful puppet, your own strength will definitely not be much weaker than the puppet. If this is the case, facing An Le means that in addition to facing this puppet, you also have to face An Le… Think about it, You can feel a lot of pressure!

“Brother Tielie, tell me… when you reach the perfection of the five realms, can you win against Anle…?”

Ge Xiaoe asked solemnly.

However, the burly Tie Lie stood in front of the railing, his whole body trembling slightly, but he did not answer Ge Xiao’e’s words.

Everyone was stunned, their eyes fell on Tie Lie, but they found that there was an inexplicable…shock on Tie Lie’s face.

“I can’t win, I can’t win at all, even… I will lose faster than Xi Liang Meng Po.”

Tie Lie spoke.

As soon as the words came out, everyone was suffocated.

Tie Lie’s answer really touched their hearts. Could it be that Tie Lie still thought that he couldn’t even compare with Meng Po from Xi Liang?

In their eyes, that Meng Po…is nothing.

Tie Lie shook his head, his words seemed to be trembling.

“The puppet that Anle took out… I seem to… see the shadow of His Majesty!”

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In the Prime Minister Qin’s Mansion, between the waterside pavilions.

The rain roared and washed away, causing the water in the small pond in the water pavilion to surge. The raindrops hit the surface of the pond, causing ripples. Drops of water were like boiling water, beating on the drum surface.

In the pavilion.

Qin Lishi was dressed in loose casual clothes and was sitting on a hollow stone stool. There was a chessboard on the table with crystal clear black and white chess pieces scattered on it. Opposite him was Qin Huaan.

After Qin Hua’an experienced the failure of facing Anle in Chunwei, his mood became much more solid, and his whole person became less impetuous.

The father and son are playing chess, and the chess pieces fall on each other on the chessboard, making a soft sound, accompanied by the sound of rain, which is quite leisurely.

After a while, in the pavilion, a figure in black clothes wearing a raincoat emerged slowly, clasping his fists towards Qin Lishi: “Master Xiang, in Yan Chunli, Meng Po was killed by several moves of the puppet thrown by An Le. ”

Um?

Qin Lishi’s movement of holding the chess piece was frozen for a while.

Qin Huaan also had a look of horror in his eyes. Meng Po defeated Sima Pudu and Wang Qilin consecutively. With such strength… Qin Huaan thought that he had no chance of winning against them.

“What kind of strength does that puppet have…”

“Five realms.”

“The puppet can kill Meng Po, so it should be easier to kill Meng Po peacefully.” Qin Lishi sighed: “This boy…has already become famous.”

Anle’s growth rate is really too fast, and he has many trump cards. Even Qin Lishi can’t guarantee whether he can kill Anle by sending Nine Realm practitioners.

On the Canglang River, Anle killed Tongguan…

Can Anle, the trump card of Blood Guanyin, be shown again?

Although it was subjectively difficult to find such a trump card, Qin Lishi couldn’t be sure.

Nowadays, Anle’s own strength may have reached an unbelievable level. If you want to kill Anle, you must at least send a practitioner who has reached the seventh level to have a chance, and even a practitioner who has reached the eighth level is the safest.

There is such oppressive force before setting foot in the upper five realms. Once Anle breaks through the barrier, sets foot in the sixth realm, forges the sea of ​​​​qi, and refines Shenxiaju…

Even those who practice the Eighth Realm may not be able to kill Anle reliably.

“Monster…”

Qin Lishi sighed.

He glanced at the dejected Qin Huaan across from him. As his only descendant, Qin Lishi, Qin Lishi once thought that Qin Huaan’s talent was acceptable, but compared with Anle…

The gap is too big.

“How can I avenge a thousand years of revenge?”

Qin Lishi narrowed his eyes.

Losing interest in playing chess, he stood up and looked at the raindrops dancing on the surface of the small pond.

“You can continue playing chess by yourself. Don’t think about dealing with Anle. You are not worthy of it now.”

Qin Lishi said to Qin Hua’an with his hands behind his back.

“I don’t want to lose my last son.”

After Qin Lishi finished speaking, he stepped into the rain curtain. The raindrops separated from his head like a curtain and could not fall into his body at all.

He walked out of the mansion step by step and headed towards the palace.

Qin Lishi felt that he could not kill Anle with his strength…

However, the emperor of the Zhao family still had this ability.

He had to make the emperor of the Zhao family feel the threat of Anle and make the emperor of the Zhao family determined to get rid of Anle.

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Meng Po’s body was taken away by the nine-level masters of the Xi and Xi countries.

The blood was washed away by the accumulated water in the alley, leaving no trace, only the spider-web-like cracks left by the confrontation.

Anle took out a Yuanling Tongbao and handed it to the female shopkeeper.

“Shopkeeper, give me another pot of wine, and don’t give me the extra money.”

Anle smiled: “I’m sorry today, but don’t worry, this kind of thing will not happen again in the future.”

A Yuanling Tongbao is worth a lot of money. The female shopkeeper knew that this was the money that Anle used to appease everyone’s mood, so she was free and easy and didn’t push Anle.

“What are you talking about, Master An? Today, it’s rare that because of Master An, we ordinary people can see the world of practitioners with our own eyes…”

“However, I have to say that the world of practitioners is really exciting. Unfortunately, we ordinary people are not qualified to set foot in this world.”

The female shopkeeper sighed.

Anle smiled gently: “People in the world have their own way of life. Being ordinary is not necessarily bad. The fireworks of the world… sometimes it is what many practitioners dream of.”

The female shopkeeper seemed to understand.

If you don’t understand, then don’t try to understand. The female shopkeeper glanced at the drinkers in the store and said with a smile: “You are in for a treat. All the bills today are paid by Mr. An.”

“Drink as much as you want.”

Then, the female shopkeeper went to get a new pot of old yellow wine for Anle with a smile.

Anle took the wine and left the tavern with the Sixth Mountain Master.

The figures of the two gradually disappeared in the rain curtain on the long street.

The female shopkeeper stared at the disappearing Anle in a daze, and a trace of awe finally emerged in her eyes.

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……

Anle held up an oil-paper umbrella and put away the war puppet. The war puppet disappeared, causing the extremely cold Sixth Mountain Master to cross his arms and his eyes to fluctuate.

The two left Yanchunli together.

A series of powerful minds swept over, but after getting close, they all took them away tactfully.

After all, the Sixth Mountain Master’s deterrence still exists. If you anger this cold mountain master because of your wanton investigation, I’m afraid it will not end well.

“Anle, since you are near Lin’an Prefecture now, choose a nearby mountain as the place to talk to the Saint Master. In addition, the Seventh Mountain will be the mountain you choose as the mountain body.” The Sixth Mountain Master said. Anle nodded, glanced at the Sixth Mountain Master, and resisted the urge to extract the Qi of Time from the Sixth Mountain Master. Because he was about to talk to the Saint Master, Anle wanted to save this opportunity to see if he could extract the Qi of Time from the Saint Master. The two walked along the main road of the Imperial Street. The Sixth Mountain Master was not wet with rain, while Anle held an oil-paper umbrella to block the rain. A man in green clothes carried a thick pine sword box, and a man in white clothes had a bamboo sword on his waist. They were all swordsmen with different temperaments. They came all the way to the gate of Lin’an City, and the minds and perceptions of many followers were all shocked! They knew very well that Anle and the Sixth Mountain Master left Lin’an Prefecture for only one purpose… That was to find a mountain, and Anle would go to talk to the Saint Master! The place where Anle talked to the Saint Master… is the future Seventh Mountain of the Holy Mountain. The Saint Master’s test will fall on that mountain!

If you can become the master of the Seventh Mountain of the Holy Mountain, enter the Holy Mountain, and become a disciple of the Saint Master, your future will be limitless.

For a long time, the mountain masters who became disciples of the Saint Master were basically able to break into the Tenth Realm. Although these mountain masters will disappear from the world when their deadlines are approaching, there are rumors that when their deadlines are approaching, they are taken to the legendary “Holy Realm” by the Saint Master to extend their lifespans, gain longer years, and can impact the Eleventh Realm.

This is also the reason why the Holy Mountain is transcendent. Although the mountain masters are not the strongest in the world, they are able to transcend because of the Saint Master.

Anle and the Sixth Mountain Master left Lin’an City. The rain curtain outside the city washed over, and the sky and the earth were gray. There was no trace of the shadow of Hanshan.

Anle held up an oil-paper umbrella, looked at the gray sky and earth, and squinted his eyes.

“There are dozens of cold mountains here. You choose one to be the seventh mountain.” The sixth mountain master said. As soon as he finished speaking, the sixth mountain master raised his hand, and the pinewood sword box opened an inch, and a colorful sword flew out of it. With a tap of his finger, the colorful sword suddenly flew out. It was like a rainbow tearing the sky. The rain curtain of the barbarian sky was suddenly split into two, and in front of Anle, a series of cold mountains shrouded in mist and rain appeared. It can be said that this is the card of becoming a person who talks to the Saint Master. If you have it, you are qualified to choose the seventh mountain. Even if you don’t become the mountain master in the future, the appearance of the seventh mountain is inseparable from it.

Li Youan chose a mountain at the beginning, but unfortunately the seventh mountain that was supposed to be opened at that time was postponed by the Holy Master for unknown reasons.

“Choose slowly, this is your right and honor.”

The Sixth Mountain Lord said.

Anle nodded and slowly closed her eyes.

In Lin’an Mansion, more and more minds were intertwined and filled the air, gathering outside the city, staring at the young man holding an oil-paper umbrella in the heavy rain.

In the Tianxuan Palace, the emperor of the Zhao family was sitting on the throne, looking up to the outside of Lin’an Mansion.

Qin Lishi, who had just entered the palace, also stopped talking, turned his head and released his mental perception, paying attention to this scene.

Wenyuan, in a thatched house.

The great master Zhu Huoxi was explaining his Confucian ideas to the students. Liu Yue sat among them, listening quietly and carefully.

Suddenly, Zhu Huoxi raised his eyes, stopped talking, and looked outside Lin’an Mansion.

Under the stele hut of the Wenqu Monument, rain washed away, and Pang Ji, the second wife, stood here with his hands on his back, looking out of the city.

In Zuilong Pavilion.

The geniuses on Yuan Meng’s Falcon List, who were deep in thought, all reacted.

Tie Lie’s burly body jumped out from the tall building of Zuilong Pavilion, broke through the rain curtain, and landed on the long street.

Boyan, Wotai, Tuzhen, Ge Xiaoe and others all followed, walking in the rain and walking towards the outside of the city.

Gu Huangquan and Gu Naihe, as well as the geniuses from Xiliang Asking Demon Ranking, all came out of Zuilong Pavilion. As for the dead Meng Po, no one paid attention to him anymore, even though he had brought prosperity to Xiliang. Therefore, Sima Pudu and Wang Qilin, who had won the Little Saint Ranking in a row, would be like yesterday’s flowers and worthless to the geniuses of the Western Liang Wenmo Ranking.

Lu Ziwei held the azure blue sword hidden in the scabbard and looked at the geniuses on the Yuanmeng Falcon List and the Xiliang Wenmo List who were walking on the imperial street.

She also floated out, releasing her Qi, leading the geniuses from the Dali Star List to follow her.

Except for these three parties.

On the long street, there is a lone figure walking.

Avalokitesvara, the young master of Ganye Temple, has a beautiful face. She is wearing a long white dress and is barefooted. Thirty-three thousand worry threads are coiled up and fixed with a purple bamboo hairpin. She is chanting Buddhist words, and the rain around her seems to be distorting.

The Buddhist disciple of Lianhua Temple is dressed in fiery red monk robes and wears twenty-four golden lotus petal waist medals on his waist. The waist medals are engraved with the image of the Buddha, twenty-four waist medals, and twenty-four images of the Buddha.

The Buddha’s light shines brightly, as if the reincarnated Buddha is walking, and the rain evaporates before it falls.

There is also a monk walking in the world of Lanke Temple. He is also a bald monk, but he is wearing a blue monk’s robe. He has beautiful features and looks very ordinary, but he has the Buddha’s light behind him.

The geniuses of the three Buddhist temples are walking on the streets of Lin’an.

Even Tie Lie and the others were all attracted and looked solemn.

In addition, there are Taoist disciples from the Zhenwu Temple and the Little Heavenly Master from the Tianshi Mansion. They both look similar. They are both wearing Taoist robes, jade crowns on their heads, mahogany swords on their backs, and black and white plaid cloth shoes, swaying in the rain. Come.

The only difference is that the Taoist robe of the Little Heavenly Master is pure black, while the Taoist robe of the Zhenwu Temple is pure white.

The intertwining of black and white is like the collision of Tai Yin and Tai Chi.

Lin’an Mansion under the heavy rain should have been quiet, but due to the arrival of these people, it suddenly became lively.

They all headed towards the city gate and soon met and gathered outside the city gate.

Of course, they each stood in one place, looking at An Le, holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing quietly under the rain curtain at the city gate.

On the official road outside Lin’an Mansion, a girl in red clothes wearing a bamboo hat walked slowly, with a long glow behind her, as if she was being lifted up into the sky of stars.

Looking up, her beautiful face seemed to melt into the mist and rain. The visitor was Ye Wenxi who had rushed back from the Canglang River battlefield. She took so long to rush to Lin’an because she had a breakthrough in the Canglang River battlefield. The barrier of Shuangliu Realm.

She quickly stopped and looked quietly.

At this moment, Anle seemed to be the focus between heaven and earth.

Because his decision will become the new focus between heaven and earth, so he becomes the focus.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

No one spoke, and even their breathing slowed down.

They all stared at the young man holding an oil-paper umbrella and standing quietly with his eyes closed.

The geniuses of Yuanmeng, Dali, and Xiliang, as well as the geniuses of Zhao who came out of Lin’an Mansion, Wang Qilin who was defeated by Meng Po, the pale Sima Pudu, and the indifferent Qin Hua’an, etc. are on the small holy list of genius.

They are all staring at Anle.

The heavy rain was majestic, hitting the ground, like the sound of hooves and war drums of thousands of troops falling.

Anle slowly opened his eyes and looked at the cold mountains in the distance that were separated by the sword energy.

In his eyes, those cold mountains seemed to have sharp sword energy spurting out. The sword energy climbed high, as if they were fighting to cross!

The mountain has spirit, showing its sharp energy. The sharp energy is like sword energy, rushing towards the bullfight and filling the sky!

Just to be chosen by Anle!

Anle’s eyes finally fell on the mountain where the sword energy seemed to disperse the dusk clouds.

A smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

He raised his hand and tapped lightly on the green hill around his waist.

Qingshan made a buzzing sound, then sprang out from his waist and turned into a sword light.

An Le closed the oil-paper umbrella, took a step, and his body seemed to be integrated with the sword light, and he flew quickly towards the selected cold mountain in the distance!

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain raised his lips, and he knew that Anle already had a choice.

After An Le left, in Lin’an Mansion, the geniuses looked at each other and burst out with anger.

Like a river full of gulls and herons, fighting for the crossing.

This is the gathering of the top talents of the younger generation in the entire world.

Daozi and the Little Heavenly Master smiled, and clouds and mist appeared under their feet, as if they were flying in the clouds, chasing Anle away.

The three Buddhist temples, Shao Guanyin, Lan Ke Xingxing and Lianhua Buddha also walked slowly, but the ground seemed to be constantly shrinking under their feet, like a magical power shrinking the ground into an inch.

Ye Wenxi’s sword energy stirred up and knocked away the cloud flow. The girl took advantage of the wind with her sword and chased after him.

Tielie, Wotai, Boqi and Tuzhen went all out, their energy and blood surged, the rain disappeared after being hit, and turned into a stream of light and rushed out.

At this moment, the gray sky seemed to be much brighter, because these geniuses released their beauty and became brighter.

Everyone is maintaining almost the same speed because they can’t go beyond Anle. Anle is the one who chooses the mountain. If they go beyond Anle, they won’t know where the mountain is.

However, within a limited distance, they competed with each other.

Daozi competes with the little heavenly master, the descendants of the three Buddhist temples compete, the geniuses on the Falcon List compete with the descendants of these top forces in the world…

The heavy rain is heavy and time waits for no one.

Their fight began on their way to find the Seventh Mountain.

Anle’s mind sensed the situation behind him, but he didn’t care and didn’t bother to care.

The brilliance breaks through the bead curtain?

??Under the curtain of rain, Anle was wrapped in the Qingshan sword energy in front of him, and behind him were the geniuses!

Boom!

Above the sky, there is thunder surging behind the clouds!

An Le was wrapped in sword light and suddenly fell down. Qingshan trembled slightly, and was held by An Le and pinned to his waist.

The clouds and fog in the mountains slowly dispersed.

Anle looked at the familiar mountain with a smile on her lips.

The mountain has no name, but the drunken pine came to help me, so it was named Fusong.

Fate, wonderful beyond words.

An Le smiled and opened the oil paper umbrella again, like a flower blooming at the foot of the mountain.

The white clothes are better than the snow, the green mountains are worn on the waist, and the rice wine is carried in the hands.

Climb the mountain and talk to the Holy Master.

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