There are always some people in this world that people will never forget after seeing each other, either because of their outstanding appearance, because of their special shape, or because of their great things.⊥

Not to mention Chen Weiming, his mental power is as strong as him, he has the ability to remember everything he has seen, and he will never forget anything he has seen, let alone a person who has done such a big thing.

The number one person in the world ten thousand years ago: Li Qinglian.

This is a person who once made the strong men in the world dare not look up. Each person and one sword swept across the fairy world with their strong strength. As strong as the evil spirit Taoist king did not dare to plunder his sharpness in that era.

It can be said that almost no one in the world does not know his deeds, and countless people have seen his portrait. It can even be said that there may not be many disciples of Yanyun Pavilion who know the appearance of the founder Jiuyang Zhenren, but there are definitely few disciples of Yanyun Pavilion who have never seen Li Qinglian's portrait.

The elegant temperament of green clothes, the arrogant gaze in his eyes, and the evil smile that looks at everything in the world as if nothing is in mind and does not care about anything. This is a person who will never forget once.

Jian Kuang also remembered this person. He suddenly remembered the portrait of this person. For a moment, he felt as if struck by lightning. He stood there motionless, his lips trembling: "Li...Li...Li..."

There are many people in the world who fear Li Qinglian, and more people who admire him. The legend of invincible and the strongest will, no one wants. Jian Kuang didn't know why Li Qinglian suddenly appeared here, but the excitement in his heart was beyond words, and he even forgot his purpose of coming here.

Li Qinglian... Chen Weiming secretly recited this name in his heart. He naturally knew that Li Qinglian had come here many times, but when he really saw this person, he couldn't help but feel excited.

He just had experience watching the Mirror of Time. He was not as stupid as a sword maniac. He recovered from his senses and immediately took this opportunity to recover.

Under the Pangu statue, Li Qinglian sat casually on a stone platform. The stone platform seemed to be a huge sacrificial platform, which should have been filled with incense and burning candles.

After a moment, the wine in the wine pot was finished. Li Qinglian shook it and hung it on her waist with regret. The wine pot was hung as a gourd, which looked inconsistent, but with Li Qinglian, it felt a bit wild and heroic.

Jumped off the stone platform, carrying a three-foot bronze sword into a starting position, and Li Qinglian danced immediately.

"When will the moon come in the sky? I will stop drinking and ask."

"Man climbs the bright moon and cannot be obtained, but the moon moves with others?"

"It's as bright as a flying mirror facing the Dan Palace. The green smoke has completely wiped out the clear light."

"But I saw Xiao coming from the sea, Ning Zhi knew that he was not in the clouds."

"White rabbit pounds medicine and falls back in autumn, who will Chang'e live alone with?"

"Now people do not see the moon in ancient times, but the moon once shines on the ancients."

"The ancients and modern people are like flowing water, and they all see the bright moon."

"I hope that when singing and drinking, the moonlight shines in the golden cup!"

A poem is inspired and generous, without murderous intent, and there is no murderous intent. It dances with sword marks like willow catkins fluttering in the wind. It is also like moonlight like silk stroking the long sword.

That elegance and fairy feeling made Chen Weiming lose his mind. According to legend, when Li Qinglian took action, he had no murderous aura or anger, and he was dancing his own sword. Unconsciously, his enemy died.

I just heard of it before, but I couldn't understand it. I really saw it now. Such a sword dance always makes people feel like the god of creation, as if they have exhausted the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It makes people unable to help but be fascinated and fascinated.

A peerless green lotus blooms in the Pangu Temple, light and spiritual, and the magic of creation of heaven and earth is indescribable.

When the three-foot bronze sword was collected, the green lotus disappeared, the sword light dissipated, and everything returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened, while the two people watching the side could not come back to their senses for a long time.

Unfortunately, this is the scene of the Mirror of Time. The sword marks are fleeting in a blink of an eye and leave no traces in this Pangu Temple. Chen Weiming has the eye to break the delusion and retain the truth, so he didn't have time to learn, so he watched the sword light disappear in front of him.

After singing poems and dancing swords, Li Qinglian waved the three-foot bronze sword, and turned it to her waist. She looked at the tall statue of Pangu and shook her head and said, "I am a carefree person, but I have worked hard for no reason. You are dead clean, so I will do so many things. If this place is stolen, it will be really troublesome. I don't want to guard it for you. Go and find someone to help you see the keys!"

After saying this, he spread his hand casually, his palm facing downwards, and a mysterious light surged. The entire Pangu Temple emitted bursts of mysterious light, colorful and beautiful. Soon, a black hole appeared on the ground, and like a vortex circling, a book floated out of the vortex.

This album looks extraordinary at first glance, with a very thick cover, like jade and gold, and it is indistinguishable, shining with strange light and its brightness.

Li Qinglian stretched out her hand, put away the album, shook the wine pot on her waist, and chuckled: "Go to drink!"

Drunk Xunxun walked towards the door of Pangu Temple. Jian Kuang happened to be in front of him. When he saw this peerless powerful man walking towards him, he was shocked and dared not block the way. He hurriedly wanted to dodge.

Unfortunately, my mind was stimulating and my blood was surging, making my whole body stiff and I couldn't use my strength at all. I was standing there motionless and just watching the other person walk in front of me.

“Forward…forward…”

Stuttering, Jian Kuang was about to explain, but suddenly, he found out strangely that Li Qinglian had actually passed through his body and walked over. Looking back, the strongest man tens of years ago had already reached the door.

As he was about to walk out, Li Qinglian suddenly seemed to think of something, turned around suddenly, looked at the Pangu statue and said, "Because you, and those crazy plans, so many people are dead... I really want to ask you, if everything is irreversible, will you regret it?"

While speaking, the smile on his face that seemed to care nothing disappeared without a trace, turning into an indescribable solemn look, and even a little lonely. After a moment, he turned around and left.

Pangu... Pangu... Who is this ancient god? Why did Li Qinglian tell him this? Do they know him?

The Nine Yang Zhenren lost his composure before this stone statue, and Li Qinglian was serious before this stone statue... Suddenly, Chen Weiming became very interested in this god named Pangu.

It was just as I was thinking that I suddenly heard a loud roar: "Walker, what's the use of you to confuse me with the illusion?"

He was a violent man who liked to kill and fight, but he was not very interested in books and had limited knowledge. He didn't know the magical power of the Mirror of Time. When Li Qinglian passed through his body, he had already realized that this was an illusion, but he didn't know that it was from the Pangu Temple itself, and he thought that Chen Weiming used some unknown spell.

At this moment, the mirror of time disappeared, allowing him to see Chen Weiming hiding in the corner again.
Chapter completed!