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"Do you have a name?" Jiang Tian asked.
The little monkey spoke and gestured, and spoke in a while.
It is probably said that he is the fourth generation grandson of the Dou Zhan Saint Ape, and he only has a hundred years of life. He has never seen the living Dou Zhan Saint Ape. Soon after he was born, his parents died and did not give him a name.
The ancestor Fighting Saint Ape was named Qi Aosheng, and the grandfather was named Qi Luozi...etc.
"Poor little baby, I have lost my mother since I was a child. From now on, I will call you... How about the Monkey King?"
Jiang Tian asked with a smile as he waved his hand and let the monkey jump onto his shoulder.
"Great!" The little monkey bowed and nodded repeatedly, as if he liked the name very much.
"No, you are not a great saint yet, just a little demon, just call Qi Tian!" Jiang Tian touched its Dinggua skin and said seriously.
"Okay, okay! This name is majestic and domineering!"
The little monkey Qi Tian squatted on Jiang Tian's shoulder and rubbed his head against Jiang Tian's ear, very happy.
After successfully fooling the descendants of the War Ape, Jiang Tian was very happy and asked, "How is the situation on Brother Wei?"
"Well, I have already told us the GPS coordinates on the satellite phone, and he will come over immediately!" Huo Qingtian said.
Sure enough, it took only a moment.
Wei Feilong flew over with a pair of gongs and asked, "Master Jiang, is this suitable for use?"
"Can!"
Jiang Tian took the gong, picked up the steaming broth and said, "I'll go over alone, either don't show up. Even if you show up, you will pretend to be unfamiliar to me!"
"Why?" the two were puzzled.
"The treasure is touching!"
Jiang Tian sighed: "This imperial flower is a spiritual object of heaven and earth. The most treasured sacred grass will bring countless disasters when it falls into the hands of anyone. Why do I need to add trouble? You two are too famous, and others follow yours.
I will definitely find the clues!"
"This is the reason. We are plundering the formation for Master Jiang in the dark!" The two of them immediately understood.
"I'm afraid those people at the top of Mount Everest have already fought for the Emperor's Girl Flower!"'
Jiang Tian walked out of the cave entrance and looked up at the top of Mount Everest. With a long sigh, he shot towards the top of Mount Everest.
...
The top of Mount Everest is vast and can’t see the edge at first sight. The mountains and rocks are towering and steep, continuous, and heavy snow like goose feathers are falling.
In a valley, there is a simple temple with stone walls and a straw shed covered with roofs, but only three small houses and a small courtyard.
However, this place is different from other places. It is actually the temperature is suitable, like a bright spring day, with gurgling springs, fragrant grass swaying, and even hares and deer running around in it, which is four or five miles in a radius, like a blessed land of a fairy's cave.
At the entrance of the small temple, three men stood, an old monk in yellow robe, a middle-aged man in white, and a slim-legged man with his feet and hair.
"Hmph, I have been guarding this imperial daughter for more than ten years and will be mature. I see who dares to snatch it."
The old monk in the yellow robe was Master Qinglian and the number one monk in India.
He was wearing a cassock and held a purple gold Zen stick in his right hand, but it was like a angrily gazing star of the Vajra, with a surging breath, like an abyss and a sea, and his face was fierce, which was obviously not easy to provoke.
"Master Qinglian, the Emperor's Girl Flower will be ripe tonight, but if you cannot break the ban, you will not get it."
The man in white had dark skin and strong muscles, but he gave people a sense of flexibility and flexibility. He chuckled:
"I heard that many strong people are coming to snatch them. Why don't we join forces to break them and share them together?"
"Singer, you are already the number one master of ancient yoga in India, equivalent to the half-step divine realm of China. I didn't expect to be involved in this imperial girl flower!" A cold light flashed across Master Qinglian's eyes, as if he was not a smile.
typical.
"It's far from it!"
Singer means "lion" in the Indian language. His eyes are shining brightly, and his curly hair looks majestic like a lion's mane.
Singh, the first master of ancient yoga, smiled and said, "I heard that the Chinese Diancang Sect, the Chinese Singzhou will have many strong people coming to grab them. If you cooperate with us, you still have the possibility of sharing, but if you don't
If you join us, I’m afraid you won’t be able to get a single hair!”
"That's the reason! Master Qinglian, you have been protecting for ten years and it's very hard. How can you make it cheaper for outsiders?"
The man in gray spoke.
This man carries a shield and holds a long sword.
His clothes were also very strange. His upper body and lower body were wearing isosceles triangles sewn with cloth, just like briefs, with large pieces of naked skin shining with greasy skin, and he was not afraid of the cold.
He is a master of the traditional martial arts of India, the practitioner of this martial arts is called Gurukar, and he is the number one master in India, comparable to the martial arts master in China.
While speaking, a thunderous rumbling sound came from the sky. The natural vision just now disappeared. The colorful streams of aurora like light shrank, and the Emperor's Flower in the spring swayed and actually bloomed into the Tao.
The red light is like the Buddha coming to the world.
The three of them had their eyes wide open and their bodies were trembling with excitement. The Emperor Girl Flower was finally about to mature!
Whoever can get it can enter the divine realm, understand all things, and create their own divine thoughts, become the strongest person in the world, immortal forever, and all the sects in the world surrender to their feet!
I saw a red glow filled the flowers of the Emperor Girl, and thousands of auspicious colors. One after another, the spiritual energy that was like the first blooming of Hongmeng spread, making the three of them energetic, as if they were enlightened.
The spiritual energy and rays of rays actually formed the shape of a red phoenix, spreading its wings and flying, appearing vividly.
"The Buddha Lord is above, God has eyes, the Emperor's Flower, finally matures!"
Master Qinglian folded his hands together with devout expressions and chanted the Buddha's name with great excitement. He was so excited that he burst into tears.
"This is the most precious treasure in the world! It's all mine! It's all mine!"
Singer's eyes were excited and his whole body was trembling. He wished he could rush over to pick them immediately and take them for himself.
"What are you waiting for? Let's work together to break through the ban and get it together!" The man in gray was excited and ready to whisper.
...
At this moment, figures in Taoist robes leaped over and stopped the three of them.
Wang Haitao, who was in charge, sneered: "Haha, Master Qinglian, this magical medicine is located on the northern foot of Mount Everest. It belongs to us in China. How can we become your hands? Let's go quickly, so that we can kill us!"
"Who are you?" Master Qinglian asked in a cold voice in a nasty Chinese.
"He is the leader of the Diancang Sect in Wuliang Mountain, Wang Haitao!" Wang Haitao smiled slightly, with a bad expression.
At this time, Diancang sent more than ten top masters to come, all holding the hilt of the sword in their hands and looking at the three masters of India with a cautious look on their faces.
"Oh, this Emperor Girl Flower was originally a spiritual creature in heaven and earth. If you want to, just take it!" Master Qinglian clasped his hands together and smiled with kind eyes.
"Yeah?"
Wang Haitao frowned and said, "Is there anything strange about this?" But when he saw the Emperor's Flower, he was jealous and pointed directly at the Qingxiu junior brother and said, "Peng Zhipei, go and get the flowers!"
"Yes, senior brother!" Peng Zhipei's face was flushed with excitement, and his heart was pounding.
Picking the Emperor's Flower with your own hands and giving it to your master will definitely be the first achievement, but now it has fallen into your own hands.
While speaking, his body shook, he used the Diancang Sect's dragon-like body technique, soared into the air, and flew towards the Emperor's Girl Flower.
He was actually worried that the people like India had set up hidden weapons and so they didn't touch the ground.
His flying flew like a swallow, with extremely fast speed, beautiful posture, and flexible movements. He instantly crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and was more than three meters ahead of the imperial girl's flower.
"Okay!" Diancang and others cheered, and even Wang Haitao nodded slightly to applaud.
Peng Zhipei is only in his twenties, but he is also highly valued by Dian Cang. He is an elite disciple who has already achieved great internal strength.
But at this moment.
A purple lightning bolt grew out of thin air, like a giant purple snake python, and sniffed at Peng Zhipei.
Before Peng Zhipei could even scream, he turned into a ball of ashes and fell into the lawn and spring water.
"hiss--!"
Everyone from the Diancang Sect took a breath of air conditioning, their faces pale, their hearts were thrilling, and they were frightened.
The shock brought by seeing the past classmates instantly turn from a lively and lively person to a ball of dust is unbearable.
"Senior, is it too vicious?"
Wang Haitao glared at Master Qinglian and shouted loudly: "Senior, since you want to hand over someone, why do you still have to arrange mechanism formations? Use tricks to kill people. Is this the way of monks?"
"No, no, this is not my monk's formation!"
Master Qinglian folded his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and smiled faintly, "Has your master said that this emperor girl is a spiritual object of heaven and earth, and there is a natural restriction? But, I also thought of him
It's so powerful!"
"Brother Wang, you are too reckless..."
At this moment, another figure jumped over.
This is an old man with white hair and beard.
He is very old and must be eighty-year-old, but he is full of domineering and arrogant, looking down on the world with arrogance.
Moreover, the light in his eyes was as bright as a divine light, and his tall body was extremely majestic, just like a lion and a tiger.
"Senior Wu, you are here!"
Wang Haitao was slightly stunned, then showed a bit of respect and bowed with fists.
This old man is the overlord of the southwest, Wu Yingxiong.
This person is an old master of the realm of transformation, as famous as Huo Qingtian and Ye Wudao. He has been working hard for decades and now he is overwhelming the entire Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau.
Moreover, he has a good relationship with many witchcraft sects in the southwest, and his background is even more surging and extremely difficult to deal with.
Diancang is a half-hidden sect. It can be said that the leader of Diancang sect naturally has the qualifications to ignore the world-renowned martial arts tycoon like Wu Yingxiong, but Wang Haitao only achieved a small achievement in the realm, so how could he dare to neglect it?
"Well! Haitao, don't rush to rob. First, there is a ban, and second, there are foreign enemies. Let's unite and find a way together!"
Wu Yingxiong walked towards him, ignoring Wang Haitao at all, and even Master Qinglian was disdainful.
Then he made a false gesture to the two young men following behind him and said, "Young Master Ying, Young Witch God, please take a look!"
"The young master of Shadow Poison Sect is silent!"
"The young leader of the Ghost Witch Sect, the young witch god!"
Everyone who was diancang was secretly frightened, looked at each other in surprise, showing a hint of fear.