A dragon comes from the clouds and sky.

Before people arrived, the sound of wind and thunder had already resounded through the sky.

Such a high-profile appearance naturally attracted the attention of all the monks in Huangjue Temple.

Although there are strange beasts in Jiufu Realm, for most people in the martial arts world, they are still at the level of legend. Or for most people, these strange beasts and spirit birds are like the Tianchi water monsters in the eyes of most people in Xuanxing. They don’t know whether they exist or not.

When the crowd looked up at the sky.

As the clouds rolled, An Qisheng was also looking down at Huangjue Temple.

It was like several mountains were hollowed out, and many temple groups were then carved out. It occupied a huge area but did not feel loose. The overall structure was like a large Buddha sitting cross-legged on a plain.

Beautiful.

An Qisheng had to admit that in his past and present lives, and even in the days when he came to Jiufu Realm, Huangjue Temple was the building that made him feel the most beautiful.

This is the highest peak of architecture in this world.

The millennium of history can be seen from this.

"Waiting for me here."

It is still acceptable to come by the dragon. If you drive straight into it, the meaning will be different.

He wasn't here to play the house.

After giving a command, he jumped up and jumped down from hundreds of feet high.

A violent airflow roared and violently collided with the qi surrounding An Qisheng, roaring down, leaving a burning column of air that lasted for a long time in the sky.

boom!

Like thunder spreading.

In front of the gate of Huangjue Temple, smoke and dust were everywhere, and the monks who were waiting here early were caught off guard. They were all covered in dust by the strong wind.

The crowd changed their colors.

But they haven't waited for an attack yet.

The three seals have already stepped out, and the sound says:

"Master Wang Quan is here to welcome you!"

As An Qisheng became famous, many of his information had been known to many major forces and sects, and naturally he also knew his Taoist name.

“Hard work.”

An Qisheng whispered his sleeves slightly, and the smoke and dust that had risen was completely suppressed by an invisible aura.

Let the air flow surging, and no more dust will appear.

"I am a monk, Sande, Sande is my senior brother. I would like to thank the Taoist priest for avenging my senior brother."

The three seals looked solemn and bowed:

"I dare not forget the great kindness. The abbot and Master Fuxin are waiting for the Taoist priest to arrive in the martial arts field. Please."

"All actions are impermanent, all dharmas have no self, nirvana and silence, and good Buddha's name."

An Qisheng praised him and climbed up the stairs.

I feel the vicissitudes of this thousand-year-old temple without any speed.

People have gods, mountains have spirits, and all things have their own unique traces.

As the spirit of God stretched, An Qisheng could even feel the strong traces in this ancient temple while walking.

That's because too many masters have been born in this ancient temple. Over the years, they have even produced a unique aura, or magnetic field.

The place where the fortunes of the entire Liangzhou gather is Huangjue Temple.

"The Taoist master also understands Buddhist principles?"

The three seals were slightly surprised.

"A little understanding of one or two."

An Qisheng smiled slightly.

While the two were talking, the monks looked at An Qisheng curiously.

Obviously, I already know that this person is the most famous "blood demon" recently.

However, with the light of the sea of ​​clouds, the entire Huangjue Temple knew An Qisheng's character, especially the killing of Feng Qingxuan was equivalent to avenging the seven masters including Sande.

The attitude is naturally more friendly.

An Qisheng was aware of it, and his attitude was naturally more gentle.

He has always been tougher to those with tough attitudes, and kinder to those with kind attitudes.

The ancient and quaint fragrance in Huangjue Temple is full of the breath of time. An Qisheng is not busy walking, and slowly feels the precious spirit accumulated by this time.

This feeling is very wonderful, as if such a mountain is shrouded in Buddha's rhyme, and an invisible aura makes him feel calm.

It's better like an old monk who has been going through the years, telling him about Buddhist principles.

If an ordinary person lives for a long time and even has the effect of prolonging life, it is almost a real temple.

He was a little surprised.

The three seals who followed him were even more shocked.

In this Taoist priest, he felt another strange aura, approaching him, and even felt a sense of being washed away.

This is similar to the divine aura, but it is also plausible.

It is more similar to the aura emitted by Huangjue Temple.

‘Where is this person’s aura?’

Unintentionally, the three seals were shocked and unspeakable.

The attitude became more and more relaxed.

With this alone, this Taoist priest can afford his current reputation, and even fewer rumors in the world have been said.

Huh ~

After walking through the corner, my vision suddenly became wide.

What followed was the overwhelming sight.

On the wide martial arts performance field, thousands of monks from Huangjue Temple looked at An Qisheng in unison.

The eyes are the window of the soul.

A person's eyes often show his soul.

There is a skill in internal martial arts, and the long-term vision of the world is opened, and there are also deeds that scare ordinary people to death with one glance.

Naturally, it is impossible for thousands of people on this martial arts field to open up the "eye" sutra.

But those who practice martial arts for a long time have extremely strong will.

At this moment, he looked at it intently. Its power was even greater than the power of tens of thousands of arrows shooting on the battlefield!

This may be the gift from many great monks in this martial arts arena to An Qisheng on a dragon, or to show off his power.

But An Qisheng seemed to be unconscious, and his steps in front of him did not change at all.

But a mirror hangs high in his heart, and he feels a deeper spirit in these thousands of eyes.

For thousands of years, Huangjue Temple has cut down mountains and broken mountains every day, and has created this foundation with great difficulty. Every monk is not comparable to a monk who recites scriptures and worships Buddha from the mysterious star.

Such spirit, such aura.

It is even more necessary to cleanse people's hearts than fighting on the battlefield, allowing him to help relieve his spirit.

Buzz ~

There seem to be ripples spreading in the void.

While An Qisheng was walking, the eyes of thousands of monks on the martial arts arena were all dark, and then it was bright again.

In this moment, the Taoist who was stepping forward seemed to have turned into a luminous body emitting infinite light!

In a trance, they seemed to see a majestic portal standing above the sky, desolate and magnificent, and it is hard to see it directly.

"Huangjue Temple is indeed well-known!"

On the edge of the martial arts performance, An Qisheng spoke indifferently.

The sound was not loud, but it seemed to pull everyone's spirit back to reality, and all the visions seemed to disappear.

"good."

Fu Xin praised her lightly and looked at An Qisheng's eyes lightly.

"The Taoist priest has good will."

The old monk San Kong's white eyebrows moved slightly, and he couldn't help but praise him.
To be continued...