Fanxia Moved the Holy Soil

"The storm is strong and bitter every day, and dark clouds roll in for a long time." "If you are not free in the wind and grass, Qing Xiao may really crack the gold." "The stormy waves crashed onto the shore and the waves rose, only the sound of the flute on the river was heard." "One sword brings coldness to the Immortal of the Five Continents, and his grace and grace attract guests from all over the world." Liang Xuan roared slowly, her voice neither high nor low. "The sea knows my will, and the bright moon shines on my heart." "The dragon comes out of the abyss to shine on people's faces, and the snowflakes flutter into the cold dust." "The spiritual veins move quietly from the river, and the sword between the eyebrows rises from the east mountain." New book, old routine, resurrect first at the beginning. Xianfan Tongshuliu started writing a bit immaturely, but his performance gradually improved after a hundred chapters. The first fifty chapters lead to a battle, and the last fifty chapters lead to a climax. Chapter 125, the real beginning of this book