Chapter 936 He is a Zhen Xiang!
Chapter 936 He is a Zhen Xiang! (asking for monthly tickets)
"Wow!"
The little mirage dragon came out from the waist, grabbed the belt, and widened its eyes.
Everyone stood on the deck, looked up and admired.
Wonders!
Rarely seen in the world!
In the past, Liang Qu asked Su Guishan about the fairy island on the mirage cloud. Su Guishan once mentioned that there were three thousand floating islands in Tianshan Mountain.
It can be seen that floating islands are not exclusive to mirage dragons.
It is created by heaven and earth.
He originally thought that the Hanging Temple was a temple built on the mountain. If it was bigger and more spectacular, it might be able to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people. Considering the size of this world, it would not be surprising. He never imagined that it was exactly like the fairy island on the clouds!
Just by witnessing it with one's own eyes, outsiders would feel depressed and tired.
Isn’t the monk above three times stronger when fighting against others?
"When Senior Shenlong was still alive, the Jianghuai skyline might have been more prosperous than what we see now." Long Binglin felt emotional after seeing the whole situation.
No one refuted.
Yunshang Fairy Island is indeed the largest floating island in the world.
During the Grain Rain season, the climate warms up further. Everywhere you look, you can see lush green grass and willows on both sides of the river. At the same time, as the weather alternates between cold and warm, the rain increases and the sky becomes gray and foggy.
Above the mountains.
Shrouded in shadows, several huge islands comparable to land fill the field of vision, located among the sea of clouds, completely separated from the earth.
The Sky Island is shrouded in quiet clouds and mist, with magnificent temples standing in rows. The gilded roof of the Main Hall is covered with a layer of white snow, with only the golden carvings visible, as if heaven and the world are two different seasons.
Outside the central temple gate, neatly carved square steps stretch from the sky to the land.
Thirty thousand floating ladders!
If it is a sunny day, it is simply a Buddhist kingdom on earth and a holy place for pilgrimage!
At the end of the stairs, there is another huge temple, dominating the land and stretching for who knows how many miles.
Fulong Temple under the Hanging Temple.
Apart from the five major Taoist sects and the imperial court, the ordinary small sects were a mixed bag and were not qualified to live in the Xuankong Temple, so they all stayed in the Fulong Temple.
Outside the temple, there is a long street with horse-drawn carriages running in all directions, and the bells in front of the carriages ring constantly.
The crowd was huge, mixed with monks, and it was noisy and bustling. From their clothing, one could vaguely tell that many of them formed their own sects.
Liang Qu admitted that he had previously underestimated the Hanging Temple.
It was simply because the Dashun dynasty had too strong a presence and its upward path was too obvious, so in order to find a way out, one had to either join the army or become an official. On ordinary days, the five great sects had little presence at all.
But for the place where the Taoist tradition is located and even its surroundings, the situation is completely the opposite!
The presence of Taoism is so strong among local people that it is second only to the sun in the sky and even stronger than the bright moon!
The strong wind from the river blew away the short brown hair.
Taotao Kai on the telescope looked solemn, holding the telescope tightly, with a rare seriousness and pressure on his face.
Scarface...
Is this the kind of place where you practice?
"It's spectacular. Let's go! Let's go to the island and ask for a spot!"
Xu Zishuai was rubbing his hands in anticipation, extremely excited.
Others are not qualified to stay in this temple, but needless to say, they are sure there is one, and they can't wait to go up and take a look. They just don't know if there is a wishing tree, so they can pray for a blessing or something.
The river otter lowered the sail.
The treasure ship sailed downstream.
Vajra King gave a lecture on the 26th, and today is the 21st, so there are still five days. It is the peak time for people to come to worship the mountain. On the river, there are many people coming, just like on Liangqu, so there is some congestion and people need to "queue".
Under the suspended ladder.
There is a port for receiving visitors directly on the river bank next to the big temple. When monks come and go, their boats drop off visiting cards and are led directly into the Fulong Temple by the monks.
Many young people with nothing to do gathered at the door, looking out. Among them, many circles were formed, with several people surrounding one person. Without exception, all those who were gathered were well-informed. Whenever they met someone who came forward to pay a greeting, they could hear the surrounded people telling them everything about him.
The ship docked.
The ground shook slightly.
Several martial artists jumped off the bow of the boat, immediately catching everyone's attention.
Without him.
The physiques of these people were very special. Their limbs were so thick that it seemed unnatural. Their forearms were thicker and rounder than their upper arms. Liang Qu, who was standing behind them, almost thought of "Popeye".
"Brother Li, what's going on with these people? Are they born with different physiques?"
Several circles were whispering. In the center, a man called Li Ge shook his head and said, "No, I tell you, this is a characteristic of practicing and refining fascia. He must be from Yunhe Valley."
"Is this what will happen if I refine my fascia?"
“The fascia of a person is both a protection and a restriction. It is like a large membrane that wraps around our entire body. Whenever the muscles expand, it limits the maximum force that the muscles can exert.
It is rumored that there was a senior master in Yunhe Valley who discovered that by cutting a hole in the fascia on the forearm, the maximum strength of the forearm would increase by almost half. After that, generations of people studied it and developed a miraculous skill called Iron Horizontal.
Refining the fascia of the whole body into strips, without restrictions, first from the forearms, then the legs, every time the work is successful, the size of the corresponding parts will increase dramatically, so some of them look inhuman. I heard that the leader of the younger generation of Yunhe Valley, only 28 years old, has entered the hunting tiger, and his limbs are all iron-forged, which is extraordinary. His strength is several times that of ordinary hunting tigers! He is very famous!"
"Is there such a thing? Can I get a wife with it?" Xu Zishuai rubbed his chin.
Everyone turned around, somewhat dissatisfied with this person who interrupted them out of nowhere.
People sacrifice their looks for martial arts, and you ruin the mood by talking about getting a wife?
vulgar!
When they were outside, no one talked much and was too lazy to argue. They just boasted about how much Brother Li knew, and then marveled at the extraordinary skills of Yunhe Valley.
"The strength is several times that of the same realm, it is truly a resounding horizontal training method!"
"At the age of twenty-eight, he was able to practice to the point of hunting tigers. The young master of Yunhe Valley is also extraordinary."
Yunhegu ignored the comments of outsiders, presented the visiting card, received the doorplate, and waited for the boat to leave.
Then several swordsmen in white jumped off the bow, all of them handsome men and beautiful women, with swords on their backs.
"What about that one?"
"Oh, it's the Beiling Sword Sect... They also practice swordsmanship, and their origins are even greater. They are the second ancestor of the former Dongtian Sect, Shuda, and they use their sword hearts to forge invisible sword energy. Speaking of which, this generation of Dongtian Sect does have masters.
The chief swordsman entered the tiger hunting profession at the age of twenty-five, earlier than all the others. When he made the breakthrough, he almost missed the Dashun record by one year.
He spent three years watching swords, three years listening to swords, and three years hearing about swords. Once he held a sword, his innate sword energy could travel for miles without losing its power. He was superb! His name was known throughout the three continents and six prefectures. He was truly a rare genius! "
"I've heard that the sword-controlling technique of the Dongtian Sect is very difficult to practice. Without talent and perseverance, it will take a lifetime to master it. But once you master it, it's extraordinary. The sword energy is invisible and can be emitted in all directions. It's enough to defeat the strong. It's very powerful!"
"The world is so big, there are so many heroes, it's a pity for us to just watch."
Once these words were spoken, they resonated with countless people.
"Hey, a young master who entered the tiger hunting field at the age of twenty-five. The direct descendants of such a prestigious sect not only practice fast, but also have unique skills. When fighting with people of the same level, how can others compare to him?"
"Twenty-and-a-half, that's not fast."
"..."
Arrogant and ignorant!
Some people almost couldn't bear it and slammed the table.
"Brother Li, what about that?" Xu Zishuai pointed to the treasure ship behind the handsome man and beautiful woman.
Interrupts spellcasting.
Li Ge looked in the direction his finger pointed.
After the sword repair, the treasure ship became one piece, with no gaps in the wooden boards, and it was very eye-catching when looking at the whole river.
"Yin Yang Creation Wood! It's someone from the imperial court!"
Li Ge's expression became serious. The treasure ship was obscured by other large ships, and he didn't even notice the arrival of such a huge Buddha!
"The imperial court? The Dragon Elephant Martial Saint is here?"
As soon as the keyword comes out.
Everyone in the field cast their eyes over, including the sword cultivators from Yunhe Valley and Beiling in front and behind.
The sword cultivators even wondered whether they should move the boat away and let the people behind come first.
"No, there is only one treasure ship, the imperial court would not send so many people." Li Ge shook his head to deny it. Soon, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and his pupils dilated. "I know who it is!"
Everyone asked hurriedly.
"Twenty-two! Great Shunxing Yibo!"
The river became still.
The nine words weigh heavily on my heart, carrying a lot of weight.
It was him!
Several sword cultivators thought about it and decided that the famous Earl of Xingyi was no worse and was worth giving way to, so they were about to take back their badges and move the boat.
"Who is Earl Xingyi?"
Everyone thought that it was that spoiler boy who interrupted again, but when they turned around, they found that Xu Zishuai was also looking back at others.
The crowds parted.
The little fat boy at the back scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed and annoyed by the looks of these people, as if he was so ignorant, and said stubbornly.
"You said that the 22nd Earl of Xingyi should be the 22nd Tiger Hunter. He is indeed amazing, but he is not famous throughout the world, right? Could it be that he has some amazing and unique skills?"
"A powerful and unique skill that will f**k you."
Brother Li slapped his forehead.
"He is Zhen Xiang!"
(End of this chapter)