The big bet is very crucial. Whether it is Gong Yatou who follows the rising star or Xiaozhong's powerful Tianxuan Gang, it is related to his future and destiny in the rest of his life.
"Why, it's so hard to choose?" An Qingli raised his eyebrows. Seeing Wang Wang, he didn't express his stance. Seeing that the group of people kneeling on the ground were restless, he thought and summoned a magical sword.
The red magic sword hung steadily in the air.
Everyone was shocked when they saw a magic sword summoned out of thin air. Then, they saw the magic sword roaring in the wind and heading straight for the gate.
Many people didn't understand what was going to happen next, so they heard two "clang" sounds. It turned out that the magic sword went to the gate, struck down with one sword, and directly cut the thick plaque of "The Chosen Gang" in half at the gate.
Became two halves.
The magic sword was as fast as the wind, and suddenly returned to An Qingli's hand.
An Qingli held the magic sword in his hand, pointed the tip of the sword towards Wang Wangcai, and asked: "What is the appropriate word to inscribe on the new plaque?"
Wang Wangcai's legs felt weak, and he didn't understand how this young girl could feel such a strong sense of oppression. However, those who know the current affairs are heroes, so Wang Wangcai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said resolutely: "I think, Lianhai Yangshan Pavilion
Most suitable."
An Qingli nodded with satisfaction, waved his sword casually, and asked the others: "What do you think is appropriate for the inscription?"
The rest of the people were frightened by An Qingli's hands, and said in a trembling voice: "The Lianlianhai Yangshan Pavilion is suitable."
"very good!"
An Qingli thought and took back the magic sword.
There was silence in the courtyard, but the heartbeats were beating one after another.
The new plaque was quickly hung up, and An Qingli began to write the pen himself.
"Good calligraphy, good calligraphy." Wang Wangcai quickly praised, "It's free and unrestrained, powerful and powerful."
Several smarter black-skinned burly men also echoed Wang Wangcai and praised him.
An Qingli's calligraphy is acceptable, but it is not considered good in the world of cultivation. The quality of the calligraphy in the world of cultivation depends on whether it contains the Taoist rhyme and sword meaning. However, this handwriting is indeed a rare thing in the secular world.
"Ha, no wonder everyone likes to be flattered." Little Pegasus shook his long hair and said, "Whether this flattery is true or false, it makes me happy to hear it if it is true. Little Huzi, you can learn from this and you can coax your new wife in the future.
My son will need it."
"Flattery, everyone loves it, Grandmaster Mu Sheng is not immune to it." Xiao Huzi was in the spirit beast bag, imitating the ancestor of the ninth-level Thunder Wing Tiger, and said cheerfully, "But when it comes to flattery skills, Xiaoma is still the best.
You are the most powerful, you are a horse. You can have it by eating a few more kilograms of soybeans."
Little Pegasus snorted and was about to fight with Little Huzi. Little Lingxi quickly broke up the fight, but followed An Qingli's previous instructions and spit out a wooden basin from his mouth, ready to collect blood at any time.
Qingli himself is also refining the detoxifying pill and the poison-breaking pill, so it would be good to keep some animal blood for later use.
The opponent in the secular world was too weak, and there was no sense of tension or expectation, so the fight in the spirit beast bag was lively.
A new plaque was hung at the gate, and An Qingli officially became the first pavilion master of Lianhai Yangshan Pavilion.
Now of course everything here is controlled by her alone.
"Meet the Pavilion Master! The Pavilion Master's magical skills are unparalleled, shocking the past and the present." Everyone knelt down, their voices were loud, and they followed the rules and went through the process of recognizing the master again.
"Get up." An Qingli looked completely aloof, without any of the hypocritical politeness of brothers and sisters, more like a self-centered king.
The group of people stood in an orderly manner and listened to the instructions of the unknown pavilion master.
An Qingli looked at Wang Wangcai and ordered: "Send a message to the chief helmsman of the Tianxuan Gang, saying that I have taken over this territory and want their three ancestors to come and fight. If they don't come, I will go to Tianxuan in person at noon three days later.
Choose the leader of the gang and kill those three people to sacrifice to heaven."
Everyone looked at each other in confusion for a while. This young female pavilion master was really a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers. She had such a loud and angry tone.
Wang Wangcai nodded quickly and immediately went to the backyard where the pigeons were raised. He wrote down the meaning of An Qingli's previous words in a concise and concise manner on a piece of paper, rolled it into a small roll and tied it to the pigeon's leg.
After doing this, Wang Wang took a cautious look around, and while An Qingli was away, he quickly wrote on a note: The fire-making dove has occupied the magpie's nest, and I also ask the ancestor to come and clear it out quickly.
An Qingli noticed what was written on the paper with his spiritual consciousness and sneered in his heart. This Wang Wangcai was too short-sighted after all. As long as he could understand the spiritual consciousness, he would not act smart and be two-faced.
However, although this Wang Wangcai has good spiritual roots, at least three spiritual roots, he doesn't even know basic small spells. The exercises he has probably only practiced can only strengthen his body and prolong his life.
It is not difficult to guess that Wang Wangcai is not a direct descendant and has not been carefully cultivated.
The sun was shining brightly, so hundreds of people accompanied An Qingli, standing in the hot and sweaty sun.
People at the beach are exposed to wind and sun all year round, and their skin is not very white.
An Qingli looked at a dozen hairy female body cultivators and said in a deep voice: "How did you get yourselves like this?"
Chen Jinguo, who was beaten to the ground by An Qingli, took a step forward, held a fist as big as a sandbag and said: "This is for the master of the pavilion, we do this voluntarily and it has nothing to do with others."
"Oh?" An Qingli raised his eyebrows, "Tell me."
Chen Jinguo said respectfully: "As the Chosen Daughters, we are selected into this mansion. We have two options. Either we can marry the Chosen Son and give birth to the Chosen offspring, or we can practice peerless magical skills like the men and become famous.
In front of others, even though the price is a sweaty and smelly beard, we are still happy with it."
"There are some ambitions." An Qingli praised lightly, and then said, "But what you are practicing is not a peerless magical skill, but a low-quality body-building method from my hometown."
"Not popular?"
"Not popular!"
Everyone present was shocked, as this was the first time they heard such ridiculous remarks.
From the beginning of joining the Tianxuan Gang, the Tianxuan Gang told these people that this peerless martial arts was the best and most suitable for their cultivation.
"Yes, not popular."
An Qingli put his fingers together and raised it towards a green vine in the courtyard. The green vine seemed to be possessed by a spirit, growing rapidly upwards.
Then An Qingli hooked his fingers, and the green vine quickly came towards An Qingli and wrapped around An Qingli's fingers.
A group of strong practitioners stared at An Qingli with wide eyes as if they had seen a ghost.
Wang Wang just came back from flying the homing pigeons and looked at this scene with his heart pounding.
The magic power of the Foundation-Building Power is so unfathomable.
An Qingli waved his finger, letting the green vines disperse from his fingers, and then looked at the stout female monks: "You don't have to torture yourselves so much that you are neither male nor female. The inferior skills you used before are no longer necessary."
Don't practice any more, the master of this pavilion will give you more suitable exercises."
Only then did more than a dozen female cultivators kneel down sincerely, holding back their joy, and said in a loud voice: "Pavilion Master, I am so kind and grateful."
"Pavilion Master, what about us?" Those male cultivators were bold enough to ask questions impatiently.