Revival of the Gods

Wenqu was not angry. He smiled and said: "Yi Xin, now Xiao Daoyou is not the third grade of Yuqing Immortal, I am already the first grade of Taiqing Tianxian! He is not as fast as I am in cultivation!"

"Master~"

Yi Ming looked at Wenqu in an incredible way and exclaimed, "Are you really a Taiqing Tianxian? Then you are better than Master Xiao?"

"No~"

I didn't know that Yi Xin still shook her head and said, "You are definitely not as good as Master Xiao! My Master Xiao is the most powerful person in the world!"

"Haha~"

Wen Qu smiled. He looked at the golden swords hanging in the air. The students who participated in the British elections flew in according to their serial numbers and said, "You are right, I am not as good as Daoyou Xiao. Qingrenxian is just his clone of Confucianism, his real strength is already Daoxianjie Hunyuan!"

"Hun... Hun Yuan?"

Yi Ming was silly, and whispered, "Isn't that the third grade of the Heavenly Immortal Taiqing? Xiao... Master Xiao hasn't soared for many years than us, how did his old man cultivate?"

"No~"

Yi Xin was not surprised at the public loss, she still shook her head and said, "You still underestimate my master, his old man should be even better than the third grade of Taiqing Tianxian!"

"Yi Xin, Yi Xin~"

Wen Qu felt a little helpless, and said, "You can't be too smart, so that you will be jealous! It's because you are too smart, Xiao Daoyou and I think you are unlikely to ascend to heaven!"

"No~"

Public loser Yi Ming pouted, "If it weren't for her, I would have soared! Moreover, she was not only smart, but also very savage. I found her so easily and wanted to take her to a college, but she would not live or die. Find Master Xiao, if it weren't for Master Xiao to take Wenheng, we would still look around like a headless fly!"

"Master, take a look, how much time we wasted!"

Wenqu was also deeply moved. Heavenly Court is certainly the immortal world of the human race, but Fengxian who has no cultivation base is almost impossible to move. Yixin and Yiming can be found here. I don't know how much hardship they have suffered!

"Don't worry, don't worry~"

Wenqu raised his hand and patted Yi Ming's hair, lovingly said, "When I met as a teacher, I found Xiao Daoyou. Here I have the cultivation method of Xiao Daoyou Confucianism in the heaven. You should practice first and wait for the end of the British election. After that, I will pass on your matter to Xiao Daoyou, and ask him to decide!"

Seeing that Yi Xin was about to shake her head again, Wen Qu hurriedly said, "Don't worry about deciding what to do. You can first look at the cultivation technique and you will know if this technique belongs to Xiao Daoyou!"

"Alright~"

Yi Xin thought about it for a while, and finally nodded.

Wen Qu smiled and raised his hand to offer the Kunlun Mirror, and said: "Remember this thing?"

"Remember~"

Both Yi Xin and Yi Ming both laughed. They no longer doubt that he has him. Ren Wenqu released his mind and put them into income.

Wen Qu Youxin now teaches Yi Xin and Yi Ming, but he knows that Xiao Hua is more suitable than himself, so he didn't do anything, so he took out some fairy fruits for them, and waited for Xiao Hua to win the election.

Where did Wenqu know that Xiao Hua is so annoying now!

"Let me see, let me see~"

Zhaoming Qitianlu took Xiao Hua's arm and shouted vigorously.

Xiao Hua ignored him, but looked around.

But seeing that this was a space filled with khaki clouds, there were no other students, and behind Xiao Hua, the palace gate that had just entered had long since disappeared.

"I said the old man~"

Xiao Hua smiled and asked, "Is this the place for the British election?"

"Yes~"

Zhaoming Qitianlu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, "What's the matter?"

"Is there no examiner?"

Xiao Hua asked, "There should be an immortal official here in the Temple of Literature Group!"

"They know a p~"

Zhaoming Qitianlu curled his lips and said, "If you have anything to do, you will find an old man. It doesn't matter if they come or not!"

Xiao Hua's eyes rolled, and he wanted to ask the Zhaoming Qitianlu Yiling Secret Art straight to the point, but he swallowed it again.

He has seen the weird temper of Duotian Creation Pen, who knows if this Zhaoming Qitianlu will turn against him because of his own problems?

So Xiao Hua smiled and said, "Do you always check Wenhua here?"

"Can't it work here?"

Zhaoming Qitianlu looked around, and he was a little surprised. With a wave of his hand, there were pavilions and bamboo forests rising from the surroundings, but Xiao Hua was in a pavilion similar to Junxuan for a few breaths.

"Good~"

Xiao Hua raised his hand and slapped it, "Om" the past literary flowers containing the law of time gushing out of his door!

"what?"

Zhaoming Qitianlu was shocked. He looked at Wenhua, who was very different from all Confucian immortals, and muttered, "You...what kind of Wenhua are you?"

"Isn't Xiao Wenhua?"

Xiao Hua asked back.

Zhaoming Qitianlu looked at Hongyun who had the largest number of days in Wenhua, such as the sea, and almost cried, "I only have one Hongyun of my own in Wenhua. It’s good for you, three hundred all at once. Sixty Ways..."

"Hey~"

Xiao Hua smiled again, and slightly urged the Qingxu Jue, "Swiss~", on top of the flowers, petals flashed in bronze color...

"No... impossible, right?"

Zhaoming Qitianlu was completely stunned, he had never seen a flower with more than 70 million petals! He exclaimed, "You...what do you make with so many petals? People are all Yuqing immortals of the first, second, and third grades, you...do you want to get a seven thousand five hundred and sixty-three? "

"Madan~"

Zhaoming Qitian recorded anxiously, and jumped and scolded, "Aren't you making problems for Laozi? How do you let Laozi give you grades?"

"Don't worry, don't worry~"

Xiao Hua's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "Don't you want to see what kind of writing will be condensed in Xiao's language? Xiaomou makes you enjoy it~"

With that, the fire of civilization flashed above Xiao Huawen, and the law of time began to overflow.

This time, Zhaoming Qitianlu did not have the gaffe like the previous one. He blinked his eyes numbly and asked, "Xiao Hua, you...what else can I see?"

"Yes~"

Xiao Hua said, thinking about it~www.ltnovel.com~ Within Wenhua, there is another Qingyun Dao song singing in the world of the Red Dust Soul, Qingyun gushing out from above the Wenhua.

Zhaoming Qitianlu looked at Qingyun stupidly, and said, "Anything else?"

Xiao Hua's eyes turned and he took the opportunity to test it out, "I still want to have it, but unfortunately, after this person has spent 70 million inscriptions, he is no longer able to control it. I can't do it again!"

On this Spring Festival, I wish you all the best.

I would like to thank the following fairy friends for their infinite support to the cultivation of gods, and thank all book friends for their perseverance. They are: singing bird, smelly mosquito, guf8547*5, busy old man, ruthless, loritin, shield imperial, return, vanilla Wei, Southern Emperor Beima, Stupid Taoist, Proud Shenzhou, I used to look forward to the present, ordinary rice grains, Ran, two butterflies in summer, Shanyang, Ren Xiaoyao, shrimp plus fire, Zfw*6, simple book friends, Feng, eating Liangpi in the middle of the night, Fang Moumou, Moule, Li Jian, stocks rising every day, Mu Shi and so on.

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