At this time, Sun Hao was floating in the air, holding a golden long stick in his hand, handsome and vigorous, his hair was flying, and his momentum of fighting the heavens and the earth was getting stronger and stronger.

And the monks around him were also influenced by him, and their momentum was rising.

The eight-armed Bao Ketu, Luo Mei, the two stood in their own positions, and their momentum also soared into the sky, echoing Sun Yao.

The other Yuanying monks of Qingyunmen also understood that different fighting spirits emerged from their bodies, either flamboyant or restrained, and they were integrated into Sun Hao's momentum.

And Sun Hao's fighting spirit has been blessed by the momentum of Yuanying Zhenjun, and it is a boom.

Fighting the heavens and the earth is a kind of spirit.

A fighting spirit.

At the level of Yuanying Zhenjun, most of them have some research on momentum, and in the long-term cultivation process, they also have some combat awareness, but everyone is not short of fighting spirit.

Together, it's not weak.

At this moment, there are a lot of Yuanying Zhenjun who watched the ceremony on the spot, but there are not many people who can jump out directly to help like Yilu Lighting, firstly, this is a housework of Qingyunmen, and they can't be intervened, and secondly, the people who come have their own sects and represent their respective interests, although they have a personal relationship with Sun Hao, they are not easy to interfere with.

This kind of thing is better for Qingyunmen's own monks to do it.

Xiao Yu Huaku glanced at his grandfather, and found that his grandfather was indifferent, so he couldn't help but pout, and made a mouth shape at his grandfather: "You are too unrighteous." ”

Xiao Yu Feitian laughed and glared fiercely at this grandson who didn't know the height of the sky.

Below, among the 100,000 monks phalanx, in front of the Medicine Saint Peak. The voice of the new peak master Wu Xianlang came out clearly: "My teacher Sun Hao." Teenage debut. Apprentice to Aoki, the last sect, not well-known, but the mountains will hunt, bravely win the first hunt, and start a legendary life......"

Sun Hao was holding a Doutian stick, full of momentum, and heard Wu Xianlang's voice. I couldn't help but move slightly.

Let's see what these three disciples have to say.

Wu Xianlang's body, there is no slightest looseness, at this time, his body is in the air, floating in front of the Medicine Saint Peak, there is a holy and solemn brilliance on his body, although he is in the sea of clouds below the main peak of Qingyun, but there is also a faint momentum on his body, rushing up.

With his hands behind his back, he looked up at Sun Hao. Wu Xianlang's voice spread throughout the sea of clouds in the Qingyun Battle Array: "That year, the dragon sparrow opened. In that year, in the first battle of Ganguling, our division of Shengang Dacheng, the three titled demon cultivators of the Five Elements Demon Sect, ascended to the king in the first battle, built the foundation and cut the Jindan, and escaped in the hands of the powerful in the later stage of the Jindan......

Wu Xianlang's voice was higher and higher, but the momentum on his body was getting stronger and stronger.

Around him, those Jindan monks who fought with Sun Hao back then, such as Xia Chen sisters, Bowen, Song Xiaoli, Yun Ziyan and other monks, the momentum on their bodies gradually condensed, their bodies shone brightly, and the invisible fighting spirit rushed up, and they were cast on Sun Hao's body from afar.

Wu Xianlang's narration continued: "That year, my teacher Sun Hao, went out and returned, built a foundation to fight Jindan, defeated a fan senior brother, married Dan in public, and Dan became a product of purple pattern...... That year, our division recruited hero talismans, saw the heroes of the world, and broke through nine deaths to bury the ruins...... Famous and prestigious, the title of the mainland, ranked in the ...... of the immortal class"

With Wu Xianlang's shouting, below, the 100,000 Qingyun monks felt bursts of blood rolling, as if they had seen the ancestor of the sect, Lord Agarwood, rising step by step from a low-level sect, fighting the heavens and the earth step by step, bravely climbing the peak, and achieving the current immortal prestige.

The heart is surging and the blood is boiling.

Many monks surged up to the sky and shouted, and they needed to shout.

Wu Xianlang's voice gradually rose: "I Qingyun up and down, I Qingyun Erlang, blood is never cold, fighting spirit is never lacking, today and now, it is to follow my division together, fight the heavens and the earth, and build the Qingyun Dojo, now, the dojo needs fighting spirit, Qingyun needs spirit, I believe, the spirit of Qingyun is not only the spirit of my division, but my Qingyun monk, my Qingyun elite, common, immortal, invincible, the infinite spirit of fighting heaven and earth, tell me, what should we do?"

In the viewing phalanx, Xiao Yu Huaku blurted out: "Fight, fight him with a bloody ......", after speaking, he quickly controlled his flying sword and flew quickly towards the Qingyun phalanx.

Xiao Yu Feitian looked left and right, and said quickly: "This kid is a registered disciple of Xiang Daewoo, it should be, it should be ......."

Wu Xianlang played the sword and sang: "The north wind rises in the yellow sand, the war drums and flags move; the beacon fire rushes to the big day, the military spirit is Xiaochenghong, fellow Daoists, fight, fight, fight, ......."

Inspired by the Xiaoyu Huaku, 100,000 Qingyun monks, under the leadership of their respective leader Jin Dan, cheered loudly in unison: "Battle, battle, battle......"

In the Five Elements Great Array, a strong fighting spirit and a strong spirit were mobilized, rushed into the sky, and rushed into Sun Hao's momentum circle, echoing Sun Hao from afar.

A gleam flashed in Sun Hao's eyes, and he nodded slightly to Wu Xianlang below, and then looked up to the sky and shouted: "My generation of monks, Qingyun elites, fighting heaven and earth, please follow me to build a Qingyun Dojo......"

The Doutian Stick in his hand, as he spoke, slowly raised it and pointed to the Qingyun Dojo in the air like a flying saucer.

The momentum and fighting spirit of thousands of monks were condensed on his body, and they swarmed and poured into the Doutian Stick.

Dou Tian Stick made a golden light, and rushed forward with a golden light that was a few feet long, pointing at the UFO Dojo.

Sun Hao stepped on one leg in the air, and shouted loudly in his mouth: "One hundred thousand Qingyun Zhi, Qingyun Dojo Sheng, fighting heaven and earth, be for me Qingyun Immortal Spirit, the spirit is immortal, the dojo is eternal, give me it, ah, drink ......"

With a shout, Sun Hao flew up with a Doutian stick in his hand, and with a stick, it hit the tip of the inverted peak, the thick pillar that connected the flying saucer and the main peak of Qingyun.

In the stick point, the pillar is like tofu dregs, and it is scattered by a little.

Dust flies and falls in all directions.

The pillar was broken by a point.

The entire flying saucer suddenly lost its support, and floated above the main peak of Qingyun, shaking for a while.

Sun Hao said loudly: "There is no pillar in the dojo, only fighting spirit, fighting spirit is not extinguished, the dojo will last forever, war, war, battle ......"

Below, 100,000 Qingyun monks followed Sun Hao and roared loudly: "Battle, battle, battle......"

Sun Hao stood up under the flying saucer, and the Doutian stick replaced the pillar, and the top was at the top of the peak, and the flying saucer in the air gradually stabilized.

Then Sun Hao's body, the condensed infinite fighting spirit, through the Doutian stick, poured into the flying saucer like a tide, and the entire flying saucer dojo shook suddenly, and in the yellow halo, there was a different quality.

The entire dojo seemed to come to life in an instant, and it was much more vivid, and the monks could even feel an inexplicable momentum from the dojo.

Sun Hao stood under the Qingyun Dojo, the agarwood sword swirled, appeared in front of him, like Wu Xianlang, playing the sword and singing: "The yellow sand north wind rises, the war drums and flags move......;

The agarwood sword roared softly.

The real female sword roared softly.

Taiyi Cloud Exhibition, Zhiyang Treasure Fan...... The natal magic weapons of all kinds of monks shouted in unison, and the monks below echoed with them, and the huge fighting spirit, after seeing Sun Hao point through Optimus Prime, he still stood up to the dojo and formed the boundless fighting spirit and spirit, gathered again and flocked to Sun Hao.

On Sun Hao's Doutian stick, the golden light shot again, and the entire flying saucer dojo was actually topped by the golden light of the Doutian stick, and it flew more than half a zhang higher again.

Sun Hao roared: "Fighting for thousands of miles, one mile and a year, the fighting spirit is golden, a thousand years will not be extinguished, this first light ......"

After speaking, the Doutian Stick was slowly put away, and under the Qingyun Dojo, there was only a golden light, a golden light that was only the thickness of an ordinary monk's arm and about three feet long, and it was on the top of the peak.

Sun Hao's roar continued: "Fighting for thousands of miles, one mile and a year, the fighting spirit is golden, a thousand years will not be extinguished, this second light ......"

Another golden light emerged from the Doutian stick, reaching below the peak.

Sun Hao's roaring roar continued.

The third course, the fourth course...... A total of nine golden rays of light rushed out of the Doutian stick one by one, and they were under the peak.

The nine golden lights returned to their positions, Sun Hao roared, holding the Doutian stick, stepping on the agarwood sword, his body shook, and appeared beside Xuanyuan Hong, the Doutian stick pointed obliquely down, bowed slightly, and said loudly: "Thank you for your help, the nine golden lights, can protect my Qingyun Dojo for nine thousand years, all Qingyun Daoists remember, the fighting spirit is not extinguished, and the dojo ......will last forever" (to be continued.) )