Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 395 Lord Pavilion Master
The pressure was on Wang Wangcai.

This bet is very important, whether it is Gong Yatou who is following the rising star, or the Tianxuan Gang with Xiaozhong's powerful influence, it is related to his future and destiny for the rest of his life.

"Why, it's hard to choose?" An Qingli raised her eyebrows, seeing that Wang Wang didn't make a statement, and seeing the group of people kneeling restlessly, she thought of it and summoned a magic sword.

The red dharma sword hangs steadily in the air.

When everyone saw a magic sword summoned out of thin air, they were already shocked, and then they saw the magic sword whistling with wind, and went straight to the gate.

Many people didn't understand what would happen next, so they heard two bangs. It turned out that the magic sword went to the gate and chopped it down, splitting the heavy plaque of "Heavenly Chosen Gang" at the gate in half. into two halves.

The dharma sword was as fast as the wind, and suddenly returned to An Qingli's hands.

An Qingli held the Dharma sword in his hand, pointed at Wang Wangcai with the tip of the sword, and asked, "What words are suitable for the new plaque?"

Wang Wangcai's legs were weak, and he didn't understand why this young girl had such a strong sense of oppression, but a person who knows current affairs is a hero, so Wang Wangcai wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said resolutely: "I feel that Lianhai Yangshan Pavilion most suitable."

An Qingli nodded in satisfaction, waved the sword casually, and asked the rest of the people: "What word do you think is appropriate?"

The rest of the people were terrified by An Qingli's successive hands, and said in a trembling voice: "Lianlianhai Yangshan Pavilion is suitable."

"very good!"

With a thought in his mind, An Qingli withdrew his dharma sword.

There was no sound in the courtyard, but the sound of heartbeats kept coming and going.

The new plaque was hung up quickly, and An Qingli began to write the pen himself.

"Good calligraphy and good calligraphy." Wang Wangcai praised quickly, "It is unrestrained and unrestrained, powerful and powerful."

A few more clever black-skinned strong men also echoed Wang Wangcai, boasting good words.

An Qingli's handwriting is not bad, but it is not a good handwriting in the world of cultivation. The quality of handwriting in the world of cultivation depends on whether it hides Dao rhyme and sword intent, but this handwriting is indeed a rare thing in the secular world.

"Oh, no wonder people like to be flattered." Little Pegasus shook his long hair in front of his forehead and said, "Whether this flattery is true or not, it really makes me happy to hear it. Little Huzi, learn to coax your new wife in the future." It's useful."

"Flatty, everyone loves it, and Grandmaster Mu Sheng is not exempt." Xiao Huzi said cheerfully in the spirit beast bag, imitating the ancestor of the ninth-level Thunderwing Tiger, "But when it comes to flattering skills, it is still a pony. You are the most powerful, whoever lets you belong to the horse can have it by eating a few more catties of soybeans."

Little Pegasus snorted, and wanted to fight Little Huzi, Little Lingxi hurriedly persuaded him to fight, but according to An Qingli's previous instructions, he spit out a wooden basin from his mouth, ready to catch blood at any time.

Qingli herself is also refining the detoxification pill and breaking the gu pill, it is also very good to save more animal blood for backup.

The opponents in this mundane world are too weak, and there is no sense of tension and anticipation, so the fight in the spirit beast bag is lively.

A new plaque was hung at the gate, and An Qingli officially became the first pavilion owner of Yangshan Pavilion in Lianhai.

Now everything here, of course, is dominated by her alone.

"See the Pavilion Master! The Pavilion Master's miraculous skills are unrivaled in the world, astonishing the past and the present." Everyone knelt down, their voices were loud, and they went through the process of identifying the Lord again according to the rules.

"Get up." An Qingli had a completely superior appearance, and she didn't show any hypocritical politeness like brothers and sisters, more like a king who only respects me.

A group of people stood upright, waiting for the order of the pavilion master whose origin is unknown.

An Qingli looked at Wang Wangcai, and ordered: "Send a message to the chief helm of the Tianxuan Gang, saying that I have taken over this land and wants their three ancestors to fight. If they don't come, I will go to heaven in person at noon after three days." Choose the chief helm of the gang, and behead those three people to sacrifice to heaven."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay again, this young female pavilion master is really a newborn calf, she has such a big tone and anger.

Wang Wangcai nodded quickly, and immediately went to the backyard where the pigeons were kept, and wrote the meaning of An Qingli's previous words concisely on a note, rolled it into a small roll and tied it to the pigeon's leg.

After doing this, Wang Wangcai looked around vigilantly again, and while An Qingli was away, he quickly wrote on the note: The fire demon female dove has occupied the magpie's nest, and the ancestors are asked to come and clean it up quickly.

An Qingli's spiritual sense noticed what was written on the paper, and she sneered in her heart. Wang Wang's eyelids are too shallow after all, but if he can understand the spiritual sense, he will not pretend to be smart and be a double-faced person.

However, although this Wang Wangcai has a good spiritual root, to say the least, he is a three-spiritual root, but he doesn't even know basic small spells. Probably the exercises he cultivated can only strengthen his body and prolong his life.

It is not difficult to guess that this Wang Wangcai is not a direct descendant and has not been carefully cultivated.

The sun was high, and hundreds of people accompanied An Qingli, standing under the sun sweating hotly.

People on the beach are exposed to the wind and sun all year round, and their skin is not very white.

An Qingli looked at a dozen hairy female body repairs, and said in a deep voice, "How did you make yourself look like this?"

Chen Jinguo, who was beaten to the ground by An Qingli, took a step forward, holding her fist as big as a sandbag, and said, "Pavilion Master, we did this voluntarily, and it has nothing to do with others."

"Oh?" An Qingli raised her eyebrows, "Tell me."

Chen Jinguo said respectfully: "As the chosen daughter, I was chosen to enter this mansion. There are two options, either marry with the chosen son and give birth to the chosen offspring, or practice peerless magic skills like the men and become prominent." In front of people. Although the price is a sweaty beard, we are willing to pay for it."

"I have some ambitions." An Qingli praised lightly, and then said, "However, what you practice is not some peerless magic art, but a body-building exercise that is not popular in my hometown."

"Not popular?"

"Not popular!"

Everyone present was shocked, this was the first time they had heard such absurd remarks.

From the beginning of joining the Tianxuan Gang, the Tianxuan Gang told them that this peerless martial art is the best and most suitable for them to practice.

"Yes, not popular."

An Qingli put both fingers together, and lifted a green vine in the courtyard. The green vine seemed to be possessed by a spirit, and it grew rapidly.

Immediately after An Qingli hooked his fingers, the green vine flew towards An Qingli again, wrapping around An Qingli's fingers.

A group of burly bodybuilders stared at An Qingli with wide eyes as if they had seen a ghost.

Wang Wang just came back from releasing the homing pigeons, and looked at this scene with his heart pounding.

The mana of the foundation building power is so unpredictable.

An Qingli waved his finger, let the green vines on his finger disperse, and then looked at the stout female nuns and said: "You don't have to toss yourselves so manly and feminine, the previous unskilled exercises are just the same. Don't practice any more, the pavilion master will give you more suitable exercises."

More than a dozen female cultivators knelt down sincerely, holding back their joy, and said in a loud voice: "Pavilion Master is very kind, I am very grateful."

"Pavilion Master, what about us?" Those male cultivators were bold and couldn't wait to ask questions.

(End of this chapter)