The Wanyang Realm is the world behind the Tianmen in the legend of the Jiufu Realm.

An Qisheng had already known this.

However, it is extremely difficult to open from bottom to top, and it is even more inconspicuous.

The world of Wanyang Realm is vast and full of inspirations. I don’t know how many things are. With An Qisheng’s cultivation at this time, he cannot capture the Tianmen Qi that he once perceived in the long floating realm.

Even if the two worlds are close, it is an unimaginable distance for individuals.

Without the Heavenly Gate, it is difficult to cross even if it is tens of millions of years.

However, there is nowhere to be found in the Tianmen, and you can reach it through the Tianmen. There have been many "Su Hui" in the ancient and modern times of Wanyang Realm.

People are not without traces.

During his thirty years of meditation, he gradually grasped something.

"You, you, who are you looking for?" An Qisheng stopped for a while, and the servants in front of the Sun Mansion had already spoken tremblingly.

Zhu Dahai is more than three feet tall and is as burly as a giant. His visual impact on ordinary people is so strong that it can be said to be full of standards.

In such a small town, although they have seen monks, they have never seen such a giant?

"Report to your master, a visitor is coming."

An Qisheng said slowly to relieve the tension in their hearts.

Those servants did not dare to be negligent, so they hurriedly sent out one person to report, and the remaining few stood in front of the door, either moving in or retreating.

An Qisheng had no intention of making things difficult for them. He stood far away and did not get close to them. He just looked over the sky above Sun's mansion.

The theory of luck is mysterious and vague, but it can be truly conceived.

A family that accumulates good will have good fortune, and a family that accumulates evil will have good fortune. Sun Mansion has a good reputation in this city. The family either starts with business or is not a family of officials.

Therefore, the wealth earned by craftsmen has done a lot of good deeds over the past few hundred years, and has a well-known reputation in the city, so naturally it has luck.

However, this luck was a bit blue and black before, and it was obviously also malignant. Therefore, before the great luck was booming, there were still twists and turns.

Among the legends of ancient and modern times, after the family is destroyed, only one son is left to rise and turn the tables, and there are many examples of killing all directions, but there are also reasons.

The cruelty of heaven and earth is reflected in all aspects. The luck gathers among thousands of people, but it is completely different from gathering among one person.

Soon, the gate of Sun's mansion opened wide, and a group of men came out in a row. The old man who was walking in front bowed from a distance, with his expression reaching extreme respect:

"I, Sun Zhengyi, I don't know if I have come here forever and have missed the opportunity. It's really a sin, a sin."

The old man was quite calm, but many people behind him were panicked. Looking at Zhu Dahai's majestic body, his hands and feet were trembling.

They have some cultivation, but for this reason, they feel much deeper than those servants.

"It's me who came here risking the will. Master Sun should not be disgusted."

An Qisheng smiled and looked peaceful.

However, the old man didn't dare to say anything, and warmly greeted An Qisheng to come to the mansion to speak.

Walk into the Sun Mansion surrounded by everyone.

This city is not big, so naturally the rich people in the city are not too extravagant. The Sun Mansion does not occupy a large area, but although the sparrows are small and have all kinds of organs, there are all kinds of water pavilions and rockery.

The Sun Mansion and his group were nervous and expectant, and they led An Qisheng into the main hall and asked the servants to prepare wine and food.

"I don't know where the boss comes from? Is there something to come to my Sun Mansion this time?"

Waving his hand to let others go, Sun Zhengyi began to indirectly test An Qisheng's purpose:

"If there is anything I need to do, I will do my best to satisfy myself."

"The head of the family doesn't have to do this."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

Sun Zhengyi's caution also represents the attitude of ordinary people in this world towards monks, such as fear, anxiety, caution, and a hint of yearning and awe.

Any monk can almost seek and seek in any secular dynasty or ordinary family.

"It should be, it should be..."

Sun Zhengyi smiled, how dare he be careless?

He also has some cultivation and has condensed his true form. Although he has never had much negotiation with the world of cultivation, he has also seen many monks.

But I have never seen such an unfathomable monk as the white-haired Taoist in front of me.

Not to mention this white-haired Taoist, the terrifying aura of the burly man squatting at the door was already something he had never seen in his life.

The gap is like a mountain and a sea, how could he dare to be careless?

"My name is Yuanyang. This time I really think of it, but I calculated that some of the descendants of the monks had some connections with me..."

An Qisheng straightforwardly and directly told his purpose.

After thirty years of meditation, although he failed to find the place of the Heavenly Gate of the long floating world, he also captured traces of other ascenaries.

Of course, this is not just the reason for cultivation.

It was he who knew who the Ascension was, and he had a spiritual imprint and could track and search, but even so, it took him thirty years to find Sun En's trace!

"Is the Taoist priest going to accept disciples?"

Sun Zhengyi was shocked at first, and then overjoyed.

A monk does not make friends with ordinary people, just as a dragon does not live with a snake. When ordinary people see monks, they either have grudges or kindness, otherwise they have a master-disciple relationship.

When he heard that An Qisheng was here to accept disciples, the big stone in his heart fell to the ground.

"That's right."

An Qisheng nodded, and there was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

In a trance, I remembered the child who was destroyed and was seeking survival on the cliff.

That was one of his few old friends.

"I am flattered by the Taoist priest's attention."

Sun Zhengyi was ready to beat his hands and quickly called out: "Three, bring all the little kids in the family out, don't miss them!"

"Don't be anxious, head of the family."

An Qisheng tapped the table and the old man suddenly became quiet.

"Tao Master, you said."

Sun Zhengyi looked respectful.

"It should be an hour, two quarters of an hour before your grandson will be born..."

An Qisheng's eyes were faint.

In a vaguely, he sensed the changes in the surrounding celestial phenomena. This change was extremely subtle and could not be noticed without concentration.

"ah?"

Sun Zhengyi was stunned, and then his heart skipped a beat, as if he had remembered something, and his expression changed slightly.

Although he had many descendants, he was not as many as he could not remember them clearly.

There seemed to be only one daughter-in-law who was to give birth.

Can.......

......

The sun shines on the sky and the earth, with magnificent and endless glory.

The moon sets and the sun rises.

In the early morning, it should be a little cool, but in the western desert, it is hard to bear the heat. If people do not have profound internal skills, they will sweat profusely.

Swishy~

The wind blew yellow sand, and a horse ran towards him, and behind it was a ray of smoke and dust spread like a dragon and countless dozens or hundreds of feet.

It can be seen how fast the horse's footsteps were.

When the merchants in the desert saw this scene, they immediately exclaimed.

The horse is symmetrical and slender, with hairs as bright as fire, and is extremely majestic. Walking on the sand, it is much faster than ordinary masters to use their light skills.

"Red Fire Chasing Wind Horse! That is the top horse cultivated by Wang Quandao. According to legend, a Red Fire Chasing Wind Horse is worth 100,000 gold!"

"One hundred thousand gold? You think too much, this is simply priceless! According to legend, this Red Fire Chasing Wind Horse is the descendant of the mount of the Daoist Wang Quan, several times faster than the dragon horse!

I heard that this horse only eats spiritual rice, is extremely strong, can run 1,100 miles a day and night, and is not allowed to rest for several days. Who is the person coming?"

......

The businessman who can travel around the world is naturally knowledgeable, and the horse came from afar and was recognized by many people.

All were a little shocked.

Today there are the three treasures that are recognized as king's sword, red fire chase wind horse, and spiritual teeth rice.

Any one is enough to arouse the pursuit of countless people, but only a few can be obtained. The sword of the king is spiritual and has been chosen for a hundred years.

Those who are not talented and talented cannot be obtained. The latter two are relatively good, but they are just relative to the sword of the royal power.

Most people will never see each other in their lifetime.

Nothing else, cherish it too much.

For example, this Red Fire Chasing Wind Horse is a pure-blooded descendant of the mount of the Daoist Wang Quan. God knows how difficult it is to get the red horse to give birth.

Lingya rice also comes from the kingly Taoist, with a relatively large number, but it is just relative.

Huh ~

The wind and sand drifted, and the red light disappeared from the dust. In just a moment, it disappeared from the sight of the caravans.

The speed was too fast and too fast. There were hundreds of people in the caravan, but no one could see who the person was right away. Only he could see that he was wearing black clothes and his temples were slightly frosty.

"Ah! I remembered it!"

Suddenly, someone in the caravan shouted, attracting the attention of others.

"Do you still remember the appointment on February 2?!"

The man looked excited and his body shivered.

"Hanhai Longsha February 2nd?!"

Everyone else was also shocked.

February 2nd is not a special day, but it is not the case in this vast ocean.

In this vast sea, February 2 is an extremely special day.

Once upon a time, the supreme master, Daoist Wang Quan, was at Hanlong Inn on February 2nd, where he hunted all the heroes and invited him to fight the world's top.

It established its position as the supreme master in one fell swoop.

This day was remembered by the entire vast sea and even the entire rivers and lakes. Every February 2nd, many martial arts people came here to visit.

He drank wine at the place where the kingly Taoist once invited the Demon Lord, the Killing Arhat, the Wheel-Turning King and other great masters.

"Yes, three years ago, the hero Sun En once said that on February 2, three years later, we will be hosting the heroes of the world at Hanlong Inn!"

Now everyone remembered it.

Isn’t the master riding the ‘Red Fire Chasing Wind Horse’ the master who is coming to attend the banquet of the hero Sun En?!

The crowd was inexplicably excited.

A muffled thunder sounded in the sky, and then there was a rhythm of a strong wind.

Click ~

The electric snake dances across the sky, and the celestial phenomena change.

Outside Hanlong Inn, there was a rush of people.

Countless martial arts people carried swords and carried swords, and were quietly waiting in the yellow sand. Although there were hundreds or thousands of people, there was no sound.

On the third floor of Hanlong Inn, Sun En sat by the window, looking calm.

"Grandpa An..."

He raised his glass to the wind, under his slightly white eyebrows, his eyes were as deep as the sea, as if endless waves were hidden in it:
Chapter completed!