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The white crane tore through the spring rain, flapped its wings and flew from the first mountain that was unreachable in the eyes of the world to the human academy, where it was captured by the Master.

The news brought was the change of the Little Saint List.

Wang Qinhe, Part 19.

Anle, Part 18.

To everyone's surprise, such a sudden change occurred. Wang Qinhe, who was in the fourth realm of body training and the third realm of god refining, was actually overtaken...

Although the reason given is that Anle, the nineteenth person on the original Little Saint List, has broken through to the third realm of physical training and spiritual refining...but isn't there still a big gap in physical training?

The Literary Academy has always been the agent for the replacement and dissemination of the Little Saint List, so this time it is the same.

The White Crane brings the attitude of the First Mountain, and it is also the evidence of the changes in the Little Saint List.

Even though everyone has thousands of doubts in their mind, they cannot veto the changes in the rankings.

The Academy of Literature, the Martial Arts Temple, the Lin Mansion, the Ye Mansion, the Prime Minister Qin Mansion, and even the huge palace deep in the quiet street all received the updated Little Saint List Yellow Book.

Everyone's expression has a different color.

This situation is not unprecedented, but most of those who have been suppressed in the ranking will not be convinced. No one is willing to admit that they are inferior to others, let alone those holding a small holy order...

Those holding the Little Holy Order all have the hope of talking to the Holy Master. Naturally, they have high hopes and are very confident in themselves. Therefore, they will not be willing to lag behind.

Of course, most of the time, the Little Saint List will not change, unless the geniuses on the list make major breakthroughs, then changes are possible, in order to stimulate those on the list to challenge each other.

Therefore, everyone knows that with Wang Qinhe's temperament, he will definitely be difficult to calm down and will challenge Anle overnight.

Many people thought about it and went out with umbrellas to watch a good show.

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Qingbo Street, Taimiao Lane.

The rain alley is quiet and quiet, with black tiles from the eaves on both sides spilling beads of water.

The small courtyard in the alley is also quiet. The old locust tree silently supports its branches and leaves. There is still an inkwell inserted in the two tree holes in the trunk. However, Anle in the house has made a painting that expresses his heart, and there is a scent of bookish ink curling up.

came out and was absorbed by the ink pool.

Inside the house, the old man from the Imperial Ancestral Temple held a candle in his hand, his temples were as frosty, and his hair was as snowy. He stared blankly at the man standing in front of the window, and there was an inexplicable sense of pride in his body that he was familiar with and longed for.

Accompanied by the chanting of the Qingshan Sword, the past years can't help but appear before our eyes.

At a young age, he was extremely talented and was the best among the royal family. He traveled the world with one sword and conquered the world.

He once held up the rotten stick on his sword, discussed swords with Buddhist disciples, and used the sword to practice meditation.

I once walked to the Celestial Master's Mansion, knocked on the gate of the mansion with my sword, and asked the little Celestial Master Jian, discussing the Tao until dawn.

Zeng Xiaoyao traveled to Kunpeng Mountain alone, talked and laughed with the big demon, and had a romantic relationship with the female demon.

Looking back on those years now, he couldn't help but sigh.

In the blink of an eye, five hundred years have passed, and the once heroic spirit has now been reduced to the glory of his temples.

From the young man, he could vaguely see a bit of his youthful spirit. His nose felt slightly sour, and the past memories came to mind, making him feel nostalgic.

At this moment, when he looked at the young man, his eyes became more and more gentle. Perhaps, he gave the green mountain to the young man, not only because he was surprised to see his paintings, but also because he saw the shadow of his former self in the young man?

"No...he is him, and I am me. Everyone's life is different. My life is not over yet...there is still a romance."

"Time is not forgiving. Do you know the shadows on your temples and the stars? Do you know whether you know it or not? Let's finish a glass of spring wine."

The old man suddenly laughed and his mood was no longer lost.

But Anle also woke up, his eyes were clear, and there seemed to be a vigorous and heroic spirit washing over his body. The young man's self-confidence and heroic spirit were beyond those before.

This change made the old man quite puzzled. Then he thought of the clear bamboo picture and noticed the signature on the clear bamboo picture.

The bamboo in the chest is not the bamboo in the eyes, the bamboo in the hand is not the bamboo in the mind...

Does a young man become proud after painting?

What did you realize?

The old man's talent for happiness becomes more and more elusive and bizarre.

With such intelligence, one should not start practicing enlightenment at the age of eighteen... He has wasted his early years and missed the final opportunity to build a foundation.

"Little friend An, have you realized something?"

The old man held the lamp and smiled.

An Le smiled warmly, looking at the old man with frosty white temples, and suddenly felt a little dazed. In the golden years, the old man was still a young man, and he dared to fight the best in the world with a bamboo sword.

But now, people who once had such heroic spirit have grown old, and their pity has been in vain.

Time may be the most hurtful force in this world.

"I have indeed realized something." Anle clasped his fists and bowed slightly towards the old man. This bow was to thank the old man for his golden years and his help in condensing the Dao Fruit [Hao Qi Yin].

The old man looked at An Le and vaguely felt that the young man's attitude seemed to have changed, but he didn't take it seriously.

"In this world, can't even a strong man like Senior achieve immortality?"

Anle suddenly asked curiously.

The old man stopped stroking his beard, and his eyes were filled with emotion: "Immortality..."

"It's difficult, it's too difficult. If you practice in the six realms, you can live for three hundred years. Then you can live for a hundred years in the next realm. You can live in the ninth realm for six hundred years. But in the world, how many people can set foot in the nine realms? How many people can live in the ten realms?

You can continue to extend your life, but there is a limit... Immortality is just a vague word."

The old man sighed.

An Le heard the words and could feel the helplessness in the old man's words.

However, the helplessness in the old man's eyes soon disappeared, his gaze fell on Anle, and he said earnestly: "We practitioners should not aim at seeking immortality, but should aim at becoming stronger. When you become enough

Powerful, beyond the power of the world, eternal life comes naturally."

Hearing this, Anle nodded solemnly.

Suddenly, the old man walked to the window with a light in his hand. Outside the window, he could see the pattering of spring rain in the courtyard, but there was a faint sound of footsteps.

The boots were raised and lowered, crushing the accumulated water on the ground, and there was a clanging sound of the sword, like a bell ringing in the dark night, and the sound of the ripples came from Qingbo Street.

"This sword energy belongs to the Duke of the Kingdom."

The old man raised his eyebrows and said in surprise.

Then, he seemed to have thought of something, his expression turned strange, and he looked at Anle with a hint of joking.

"You may have been promoted on the Little Saint List."

The old man said.

Anle looked confused. He had done nothing. He had not yet challenged Wang Qinhe, who was ranked 18th. How could he be promoted?

"This time it is not you who challenges Wang Qinhe, but he who comes to challenge you."

The old man's face was rosy, he smiled and spoke, looking like he was watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

Anle's face returned to calmness, and he began to think about it. It was probably because he had broken through the three realms through physical training, which caused the changes in the Little Saint List.

"It is rare for the Little Saint Ranking to change, but if the No. 1 Mountain Master of the No. 1 Mountain thinks that your combat power is higher and lets you rise in the ranking, it is nothing."

"Most of the time it won't happen. However, those who fell down the rankings were naturally dissatisfied and launched a challenge overnight. It is common for some people to challenge them directly and regain their rankings. After all, actual combat experience, combat skills, etc. have a lot of influence, and it is impossible to list them all.

It counts.”

The old man smiled and said: "I was waiting for you, a newcomer on the list, to challenge me, but the ranking actually fell behind you. Naturally, I feel that my face is not shining, I can't sit still, and my mood is not good."

Anle couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this.

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On Qingbo Street, billions of drops of spring rain fell from the sky, hit the ground, and were suddenly cut into mist by the sweeping sword energy.

A figure came with a sword in hand, dressed in rich clothes and with a solemn face.

Step by step, I stepped onto Qingbo Street from the direction of Jing Street. On a cold spring night, the only sound left on the long street was the sound of rain falling to the ground. The sound of the man's footsteps crushed everything and echoed in vain.

Wang Qinhe felt depressed. In fact, anyone would feel depressed like this.

The Little Saint Ranking was automatically changed, and a young man who had only been on the list for a few days was ranked above him. Moreover, the young man's cultivation level was not as good as his, and he was a big level behind him in physical training.

But to be able to overwhelm him, what is this but humiliation?

There is no mediocre person who dares to hold the Little Holy Order. Wang Qinhe is certainly not mediocre, and he also has a sense of arrogance in his heart.

Stopping on the long street and looking at the deserted Taimiao Lane, the alleys were extremely dark, and Wang Qinhe's heart suddenly calmed down.

Pulling out the Dragon's Back Knife, the tip of the knife touched the ground, and there seemed to be an echo of the sword's roar, like hearing the roar of a dragon.

Wang Qinhe was bathing in the spring rain. The rainwater instantly wetted his clothes and gathered into threads on his chin.

He took out the small yellow booklet of the Holy List, wrapped it with his heart, and tapped it with his fingers.

In an instant, the yellow book broke through the rain and galloped towards the small courtyard in Taimiao Lane, free from vulgarity and free from the world.

In the courtyard.

An Le stood in front of the window, looking at Zhang Lian, who was faintly carrying Xiao Shengbang Huangzhu's mind, his face remained unchanged, and he did not feel any pressure on himself.

They are both in the third realm of refining the gods and are free from the secular world. Naturally, they are peaceful and fearless.

The sword furnace in Niwan Palace trembled slightly, and a puff of sword energy burst out, shattering the opponent's mind attached to the yellow book. He reached out to take the yellow book, and turned to the end. Sure enough, he saw that his ranking had improved by one, and he had reached eighteenth.

Spring is just around the corner, and An Le is quite happy to have such an improvement.

Qingbo Street.

Wang Qinhe's expression did not change when he sensed that his mind was broken. He held a knife on a rainy night, his energy and blood surged, his fighting spirit increased steadily, and he opened his mouth to fight Chun Lei.

"Qinhe, the nineteenth king on the Little Saint List, has fallen one place. He is very angry and has come to challenge me tonight. Mr. An is willing to accept the challenge!"

Wang Qinhe's fighting spirit became more and more boiling, and the sound exploded, lingering in the long street and in the rain alley.

Wang Qinhe once said that one must wait openly for Anle to challenge him, and one must learn the merits of a genius who has obtained the Little Holy Order based on his own strength.

But now that things have changed, it will be the same if he comes to challenge.

Around Qingbo Street, there were faint waves of psychological detection, and there was curiosity in my heart, wanting to see if Anle had the guts to take on this challenge.

Of course An Le can be refused, but there is only one chance to refuse.

This challenge is definitely unavoidable. The person at the bottom of the small holy list challenges the person at the top. After refusing once, he will be able to challenge again three days later. At that time, he will not be able to refuse.

Once the challenge is accepted, there will be a victory or defeat, and the victory or defeat will have a great impact on the holder of the Little Holy Order.

It is not only an impact on the state of mind, but also an impact on beliefs.

The shaking sound was like a sudden spring breeze, shaking the leaves of the old locust trees in the quiet courtyard.

The old man stood aside with a lamp in hand, looking at Anle curiously, wondering if Anle would accept it.

Anle has closed the pornographic book, but there is no pressure on her face.

There was even a surge of pride in his heart. Since he was ahead of Wang Qinhe in the rankings, what was there to be afraid of?

Just watching the Golden Years, I saw the old man from the Imperial Ancestral Temple holding a bamboo sword and the Three Qingshan Swords to kill Emperor Yuan Meng with such arrogance that it reached the sky.

How can Anle shrink back?

Even Anle is somewhat looking forward to this battle, taking advantage of this battle to nourish the pride in his heart.

Having just obtained the Taoist Fruit [Hong Qi Yin], I naturally do not want to back down.

It's not like he has never fought across borders before. Luo Qingchen's coachman Zhushan was already a level higher than him in body forging, but Anle still fought against it and won.

Wang Qinhe was far superior to Coachman Zhushan in terms of talent and practice, but so what?

Anle slowly closed her eyes, and the image of the old man from the Imperial Ancestral Temple carrying a green mountain and fighting Emperor Yuan Meng reappeared, and the heroic spirit soaring into the sky seemed to break through the screen!

At that time, Emperor Yuanmeng had already entered the ten realms and was the strongest man in the world. Zhao Huangting was certainly not as good as him, but he was still unparalleled in courage, never fearing, and fighting with a sword!

Today, Anle naturally does not want to retreat.

Although he is not as good as wielding a sword to kill Emperor Yuan Meng, he can still be regarded as a genius in cross-border warfare!

You can also cultivate a sense of pride in your heart!

Waiting to open his eyes again, Anle's eyes were full of fighting spirit. He turned to look at the old man from the Ancestral Temple next to him, clasping his fists and bowing: "I'll go back and come back. When I return, I'll finish the remaining rice wine with my senior."

The old man from Ancestral Temple stroked his beard and smiled: "Go ahead, I will warm up the wine and leave you a sip."

An Le couldn't help but smile.

"The little holy order will protect life and death. Don't be merciful. Treat it as a life-and-death fight. It should be a life-and-death fight." The old man looked at the painting again, and his long voice came.

Anle said hello, then walked outside the courtyard, opened the oil-paper umbrella, and the rain fell on the umbrella, making the water splash and making it look like mist.

As soon as his mind moved, the ink pool inserted in the old locust tree trembled slightly, escaped from the tree hole, suddenly flew over, and was pinned to his waist together with the green mountain.

Holding an umbrella and walking in the deep and lonely rain alley, Anle felt the fierce and vigorous energy and fighting spirit coming from Qingbo Street.

The tiger hidden in the young man's heart seemed to raise its head at this moment, revealing its fangs and claws.

On Qingbo Street, Wang Qinhe stood in the spring rain, leaning on his sword.

In the dark rain curtain all around, a series of minds and a pair of eyes looked at the dark alley of Taimiao Temple.

But I saw a young man in Tsing Yi strolling out of the courtyard.

He wears a bamboo sword and an ink sword on his waist.

An enchanting and handsome face, like a banished immortal coming to earth, with charming eyes.

"Let's go and fight on the West Lake. Don't disturb the sleep of our neighbors."

Anle said softly.

Wang Qinhe's sharp sword aura suddenly trembled around him, his eyes were sharp, staring at An Le, and he vaguely felt that the young man seemed very different from the last time he met.

More confident, more heroic, more domineering...

The three realms of body training...can you be so confident with him?

"Okay." Wang Qinhe responded in a deep voice.

The two of them walked like old friends in the rain, along Qingbo Street, towards the West Lake.

The faint clouds and water are drifting away, and the light from the distant mountains comes in and looks down.

On a rainy night, the West Lake is full of ripples.

On the flower boats, the lanterns were first lit, and the sounds of warblers, warblers, and swallows were heard, while the faint sound of music, strings, and bamboos reached my ears.

Wang Qinhe and Anle walked to the lakeside.

But they didn't stop for even a moment. The two of them stepped onto the lake as if they were walking on flat ground.

The two were walking on the lake, ten feet apart, looking at each other.

Wang Qinhe held the Dragon's Back Knife at an angle, and little bits of Qi and blood on his body emerged from under his skin. The spring rain evaporated before it fell.

"On the Little Saint List, you were supposed to challenge me, but now you and I change places."

"I'm not convinced."

Wangqin River Channel.

Anle had not held an umbrella for a long time, and the oil-paper umbrella was placed on the long embankment by the lake.

At this moment, I was bathing in the spring rain, and with a sword chant from the ink pool on my waist, it floated up and disappeared into the dark night and spring rain, making it impossible to find it.

"If you don't accept it, I'll beat you until you do."

Anle Road.

However, before he finished speaking, Wang Qinhe had already started running quickly, and the distance of ten feet was shortened in an instant.

Bang bang bang!

After realizing it, a series of ripples appeared on the lake surface!

Wang Qinhe watched the battle between Anle and the sword-carrying driver Zhushan, and knew that Anle's swordsmanship, which he had learned from the Little Holy Order, was amazing.

However, the disadvantage is the physical training.

Wang Qinhe would naturally not make Zhushan's mistake, and besides, he was not Zhushan either!

Quickly fit into your body and take advantage of your own bodybuilding!

However, the next moment, Wang Qinhe, who was approaching An Le within ten feet, was about to swing his knife, and his pupils suddenly shrank!

But he saw Anle doing the tiger pose, striking out a tiger palm, his green clothes swaying, his energy and blood like an oven, and there seemed to be blood-colored scriptures looming out from between the skin membranes.

The majestic demonic energy, blood energy, spiritual energy, and strength gather and disperse at the same time!

The handsome and elegant young man in green suddenly transformed into an ancient ferocious demon tiger that roared like stars and fell from the sky!

The five animals of the ancient demon were shown in battle for the first time, opening their fangs to the world!

Wang Qinhe was suddenly shocked and lost his mind!

This... what kind of five animals is this?!

The knife that had not yet been swung was pressed back by Anle, and was smashed down with a tiger-style palm strike.

Wang Qinhe felt a terrifying force pressing down on him, and with a bit of confusion and disbelief, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Boom!

There was a loud explosion on the lake!

The whole person was smashed directly into the bottom of the lake!

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