Sword comes

Chapter 925 Borrowing mountains and rivers from the kings (6)

Qing Tong, whose sleeves were dragging to the ground, seemed to be instantly shattered by a punch, and his figure was instantly split into two.

Qingtong was no longer that long-sleeved, fairy-like figure. Instead, a Yangshen body appeared on the spot. He was an old man with a burly figure, his arms were knotted, his beard and hair were like snow, and he stood barefoot.

The old man showed a slightly surprised face, his feet were on the ground that was as smooth as a mirror, and he retreated straight for more than ten feet before he stopped his figure and shook his wrists.

Just such an ordinary subtle movement is like a dragon shaking its scales, and his fists are flowing like a river, and it manifests a golden atmosphere visible to the naked eye. The fists are as thick as water, shining brightly, setting off This old martial artist who claimed to be a half god, stood like an immortal god in the incense mist.

This Qing Tong, who has tempered the toughness of his physical body to the extreme, seems to be quite unexpected at the moment. A pure martial artist who is only at the end of the aura, especially a tenth-level martial artist who has fallen from the first level of Guizhen, has such a big strength. strength?

Qingtong's eyes were playful, and he glanced into the distance, the night tour sword was still hovering in place.

Obviously, it was a pure questioning.

Right.

Could it be that a sword cultivator who is not in the Jade Raw Realm wants to ask a sword cultivator in the Ascension Realm?

Not self-inflicted humiliation is what.

A bright red robe stood where Qing Tong had stood before, with his sleeves fluttering and hunting, like the wind knocking against his sleeves.

Compared with Qingtong's flowing and aggressive fist, Chen Ping's fist seemed extremely restrained.

Qing Tong is not in a hurry to do anything, anyway, he doesn't have to go find him by himself, this guy who is neither human nor ghost, will obediently send him to his door.

To put it bluntly, given the gap in realm between the two sides, Qing Tong could stand still and receive dozens of punches, and then only need to return a punch, and the matter would be over.

Since the young warrior in front of him had no face, he naturally couldn't talk about his eyes or expression.

Qingtong saw the opponent bow slightly.

coming.

Qingtong squinted his eyes, slightly speeding up the movement of the pure qi in his body. In the mountains and rivers of the small world of his body, there were bursts of visions, thunder and lightning intertwined in the sky, and the mountains and rivers on the earth trembled.

This is still Qingtong's failure to truly become a god, but a prototype, to be precise, it's just an empty shell.

Once Wu Fu really reaches the peak of the legendary limit, his physical body will be a pantheon, and the pure Qi of Wu Fu will be the incense and divine way that connects the heaven and the earth and leads to the temple.

I am God.

Relying on the accumulation of water and kung fu, Qingtong has been working hard for so long, but he still hasn't laid a good foundation. Instead, he can only use a shortcut to build a loft in the air.

The opponent's close-up route is an arc trajectory, fast and fast, it is like a white horse passing through the gap, and the afterimage that is dragged out is like a fire dragon.

Qing Tong still stood where he was, but turned slightly sideways, without dodging or evading, stretched out a palm, and resisted the opponent's punch.

When the fists and palms collided, there was a huge sound of Hong Zhong Da Lu resounding between the heaven and the earth, and the vast Taixu Realm behind Qingtong suddenly appeared a turbulent fist ripple, as big as a lake.

Qing Tong held the opponent's fist, raised it suddenly, and was about to kick it out.

It's just that Qingtong had to change his mind, the hand that was always holding back, Lightning circled around in front of him, raised his hand to cover his face.

Then he was kicked in the palm of his hand, and the back of his hand hit the door heavily, and Qing Tong stepped back instantly again.

Qingtong wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand, and the snow-white robe on his body made subtle sounds of silk being torn.

Standing in Qingtong's original position again, he was wearing a bright red robe, with one arm drooping straight down, showing a penetrating twisting pattern. The shoulders moved slightly, the joints made a series of movements, and the whole arm quickly rotated, and instantly returned to its original shape.

The old man in white twitched his mouth and hooked his fingers.

Come again.

The figures of the two sides suddenly appeared and then disappeared. The fists of the two smashed together, and there were countless afterimages. One was bright red and the other was snow-white.

Qingtong deliberately never fought back, but just parried.

I just took this opportunity to weigh carefully how much a young hermit official who is now about to be touted to the sky is worth.

With a calm expression, Qingtong tilted his head back, dodging a whip kick that swept past, and leaned back slightly, but suddenly raised his arm, palm like a knife, and slashed away.

The opponent's figure disappeared in a flash, Qing Tong put away his palms, moved a step sideways, stretched a distance of more than a hundred feet in an instant, leaned forward with one shoulder, and violently knocked the bright red robe away.

Chen Ping fell to the ground in the distance.

Qingtong sneered.

After all, it's just a body of flesh and blood.

Although he was not in the slightest slump and was far from being at the end of his strength, if Chen Pingan only had this speed and the strength of his fists and feet, it would be hard to live up to his reputation.

Of course, this kid must still have some trump cards in the bottom of the box, which he hasn't used yet.

Qingtong asked with a smile: "Do you want me to suppress the situation and give you punches?"

Or is it that this guy is full of food and is trying to test his martial arts level, physical strength and the number of punches?

Chen Pingan still didn't speak.

Qingtong thought for a while, and began to take the initiative to move for the first time. With a sideways movement as fast as thunder, he left the original place for more than ten miles in an instant.

Unexpectedly, there will be that bright red suit in front of him, Qingtong is startled, smiles slightly, twists his ankle, and appears tens of miles away again in an instant, but the other party still follows him like a shadow, Qingtong rises from the ground, A white rainbow flew into the sky swiftly, and his figure was [-]% faster. In the end, Chen Pingan still kept up, and threw out a punch, hitting Qingtong's eyebrows. If he was replaced by a jade-level Qi fighter, or a martial artist at the end, he probably would have been beaten. With this seemingly understated punch, his head exploded, and he became a headless corpse on the spot.

Qingtong just turned his head slightly, and then slapped the opponent's forehead again, exerting force suddenly, with a bang, a bright red robe fell to the ground at an angle, and a huge depression was smashed on the mirror.

It's just that when the opponent was knocked down, it wasn't completely useless. Qingtong was a little annoyed, and put his fingers together, pressed against the side of his cheek, and wiped off the blood.

In fact, it's not an injury, it's just a bit embarrassing.

Qingtong snorted, it's weird.

The opponent clearly showed no signs of forcing a mouthful of pure qi, yet he turned around at a faster speed and punched himself.

Qingtong tried to see clearly the principle of this punch, squinted his eyes, showed a solemn expression for the first time, and began to carefully examine the subtle movements of the fist, such as the trembling of the muscles and bones of Chen Pingan's arm when he delivered the punch , the movement of qi and blood, the expansion of the meridians, the ups and downs of these "mountain ranges", and the direction of the mountains and rivers, in the eyes of the great masters of martial arts, it is the way of boxing, the way of walking the boxing intention, compared with the so-called flowery boxing moves, This kind of boxing theory and boxing method hidden deep in the human body is the true foundation of a pure martial artist.

After receiving five or six punches, Qing Tong still couldn't see the way of punching clearly, but he just vaguely felt that Chen Ping's punch was profound and wonderful.

All in one go.

Because this punch is definitely not a simple "repeat" of the same move.

It's like describing characters no matter how they look, but at the root, they are still two characters, and there are always some subtle differences.

And the difference of a few centimeters is the difference of thousands of miles.

What's even weirder is that Chen Pingan's punching angles and body postures are obviously different.

But the flow speed of that mouthful of pure qi is like a river rushing to the sea, the depth, width and width of the river bed are also the same.Respond to all changes with the same, and do it in the opposite way, ever-changing, always the same.

Just like this punch, the estuary where the destination is located is the same.

Even the spirit of Chen Pingan who delivered this punch was exactly the same as that of Chen Pingan who punched last time, without any deviation.

This made Qing Tong surprised and shocked, but also had a big surprise.

Boxing can still be practiced like this?Can you still punch like this?

After just a dozen punches, Qing Tong realized that something was wrong. Why does it feel like there is no end to this punch?

Could it be that Chen Ping can keep punching as long as he can bear it?

The opponent not only superimposes fists, but also the figure in the bright red magic robe is getting faster and faster, tossing and turning, no less than a fairy's shrinking mountains and rivers.

The punches did not fail, and there were already dozens of thunderbolts on Qingtong's body.

After the No.20 punch, Qingtong had to grit his teeth and take a step back. For the first time, he opened a serious ancient boxing frame, but it was very different from today's pile frame, with his fingers closed like a sword Jue, the other hand, pinch five thunders with five fingers, with this fist together, in the seven orifices of Qingtong's face, each of them lights up a piece of luminous light, like the rays of light from the Big Dipper and the seven lights. .

Exchange punches with Chen Pingan.

But still failed to interrupt the opponent's continuous punching intention, Qingtong received another five punches in succession, but Qingtong was not idle, hesitated a little, and just returned two punches to Chen Pingan.

He really doesn't believe in evil. You, Chen Ping'an, a martial artist with a high level of aura, has a tough physique. You have received a total of six punches from yourself. In addition to Chen Ping's punching technique, the punch itself will damage the martial artist's own physique. , I'm really not afraid that if you don't fall, you will fall again?From returning to the true state to falling into the spirit, one is still in the tenth state, but what if one falls from the end state to the peak state?

Blood oozes from the seven orifices of Qingtong. It looks ferocious, but the injury is not serious. However, there is a small world in the body, and there is no small movement. A black dragon born from the aftertaste of pure qi is coiled on the top of a mountain, clouded In the shape of steaming rain, another key acupoint, the purple sky rises, in which there is a big white snake that transforms into a dragon, a "flat square" on the huge head, a golden thunder seal that looks like characters carved on the white jade square, looming.

This is the great benefit of Qi practitioners who also study martial arts. As long as they pass the golden body, the two thresholds of the limit, the natural moat, and many means, they can be melted into one furnace and complement each other. do not.

The eyes of the tall old man once again had visions, one golden and one silvery white, shining brightly, but this vision was fleeting.

At the same time, an imperceptible ripple appeared between Qingtong and Chen Pingan, like a mirror, blocking Chen Pingan's body.

In the mirror, he was wearing a bright red robe, and his punches were exactly the same as Chen Pingan outside the mirror.

The person in the mirror is like asking Chen Pingan to fight.

Chen Ping hardly had to think much, just closed his eyes, the mirror disappeared in an instant, and smashed the mirror into pieces the next moment.

But the strange thing is that the "self" behind the mirror, that punch was not an illusion, but a real punch that continued to be delivered, but the route remained the same, a little rigid,

Without any hesitation, Chen Ping speeded up the movement of that breath of pure true energy again, and his whole body swelled up a bit, his figure suddenly accelerated. For the first time, he used his left hand to cut the "self" with a knife horizontally. Head off.

Qing Tong, who had withdrawn from the battlefield far away, couldn't help cursing in his heart, he is so hard-hearted at such a young age.

It's right to think about it, at least it is a sword cultivator who grew up step by step in the battlefield among the bones of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Chen Pingan suddenly stopped, hovering in the air, with a stooped figure, his cold gaze flickering, and continued to maintain the fist of a god-man beating a drum. At the same time, he looked around and saw that Qing Tong had set up a sword while retreating. In the mirror, there are more than a dozen of themselves in the bright red robes, still in the previous posture of punching, rushing from all directions to Chen Pingan who is located in the center. The people are fake, but the punches are real.

I just don't know how long these "self" can maintain the "mirror image".

Chen Pingan said silently in his heart, and his bright red body was like a flower blooming suddenly.

He actually chose the most inferior method in Qingtong's opinion, as if he was an enemy, and he also used fist to fist.

More than a dozen mirror images shattered and splashed out almost simultaneously, and the frantic fists scattered in all directions. In the end, it was like a bright red torrential rain falling in the sky.

Chen Pingan spoke for the first time, his voice was hoarse, like a whetstone and a knife sharpening each other, and he said in a deep voice: "Both sides ask about boxing, and learning boxing with boxing is a skill. But if you are a monk, use the methods on the mountain Fa Mouto this punch... I advise you not to do this."

Although these treacherous mirror images that can imitate Chen Ping'an and his fist intention for a moment are extremely mysterious and look more like the magical powers of some kind of Qi practitioner, they are indeed a kind of fist move.

It's just that Qingtong was outside of this, and secretly moved a little bit.

Qing Tong put on a half-smile expression, somewhat embarrassed to be exposed by a junior on the spot for such a dishonorable deed, "If you don't hold back, I will stop here."

It's a bit outrageous that I already have the innate advantage of being superior in realm, but still use magic to steal punches.

Obviously, Qingtong was still very relaxed in this questioning boxing, and his mastery of mastery was not fake.

The only problem was that Qingtong found that Chen Pingan, who had been punching a lot, still seemed to be bottomless.

Fang Caiqingtong's three punches, although far from putting all his strength into it, fell on ordinary grandmasters, especially pure warriors outside of the monster race, they should be half dead.

Or, is it because the young hermit with this attitude doesn't show anything unusual on the surface?

What's more, Qingtong couldn't help but mutter a little bit, the exchange of punches between the two sides was so dangerous just now, this kid can still pay extra attention to pay attention to all his subtle movements?

Qingtong smiled and said: "It's too boring to look at the blank world, so I'll set up a battlefield for fun."

In the blink of an eye, a city appeared out of thin air, covering a vast area, perhaps comparable to the capital of the largest dynasty in the Shenzhou of China.

In the city, there are row upon row of Qionglouyuyu, and squares and cities are scattered all over the place.Outside the city, there are still mountains and rivers stretching for thousands of miles. There is still a mountain peak suddenly protruding from the plain.

Qingtong stood on the roof of a large hall, with one hand behind his back, and the other hand spread out, "Chen Pingan, I will only play with you for a while."

The implication is that he is ready to make a serious move, and is no longer helping to feed punches?

Looking at the poor-looking young man who gained a great reputation, Qingtong sneered. If the other party hadn't the status of a hidden official and the title of a closed disciple of the Sage of Literature, he was a meritorious person whom the Confucian Temple took great care of, and there was that "Xiaomo" peers.

You won't even be able to see my real body today, let alone the previous punch that I couldn't fight back.

If you lose in Wenquan, you, Chen Pingan, should give up and leave obediently. In the future, the two sides will go their separate ways even if the well water does not violate the river water.

I won't delay your checking and filling vacancies in Tongyezhou, but don't pester me either.

Of course, don't do the kind of impulsive actions, such as moving half of the Great Wall of Sword Qi here, this kind of deed that hurts the enemy by one thousand and hurts oneself by eight hundred, and hurts others and does not benefit oneself.

Qingtong's aura changed completely, he tiptoed, and the great hall under his feet was overwhelmed, and instantly turned into dust, dust flying.

After taking the initiative to punch, the bright red robe acted as a shield with both hands, and the whole person was above the ground in the city, and a huge gully was cut in the city with his back.

The white-haired old man appeared on the street, walked by the ravine, strolled in the courtyard, and asked leisurely: "Cao Ci must have reserved some punches when he asked you in Gongde Forest, how much power did he reserve? ?”

The reason for asking this question is really not that Qingtong deliberately disgusts people, or looks down on Chen Pingan's martial arts realm.

Being able to compare it with Cao Ci is a high opinion in itself.

Nowadays, Haoran Tianxia is not the only one who thinks this way, in fact, except for the Wucai Tianxia, ​​which is dominated by Feisheng City, the other four worlds all think this way.

Chen Pingan jumped out of the gully, wearing a magic robe, still spotless.

What happened next made Qingtong want to laugh. He saw that Chen Pingan, who fell to the ground after being punched, jumped up and down a few times, as if he was stretching his muscles and bones.

But Qingtong soon stopped laughing, not out of fear of the other party, but out of anger.

Because Qing Tong, who claimed to know a few big talismans, saw that around the bright red robe, there were first fires flickering, dotted with stars, and then turned into ashes and scattered away.

It was the scene where dozens of talismans were burned at the same time.

Relying on the residual aura of those talismans, Qing Tong, as a master of talismans who ascended to the realm of ascension, quickly deduced the common effect of the two kinds of talismans.

It is used to slow down the body, not only to increase the burden on the hands and feet, but also to overwhelm the physique of a warrior with the body of a monk.

In the final analysis, this guy is deliberately slowing down his punches!

Qingtong has seen someone who is sharp-edged, and someone who is arrogant, but it is the first time he has encountered someone who is so young and dares to be so arrogant.

Looking for death?

It seemed that the other party had guessed Qing Tong's thoughts. Although he didn't say anything, Qing Tong also guessed the other party's thoughts.

I can't beat senior to death, but you can beat me to death just as a martial artist?

I don’t think so.

Qingtong nodded, sure enough, he hated these sword cultivators, not without reason.

Especially a swordsman who practiced boxing and martial arts, a young swordsman.

Previously, Xiao Mo didn't want to stay where he was and get in the way, so he turned his body backwards for more than a hundred li, sat down cross-legged, and put the green bamboo stick across his knees.

As a Qi trainer, Qing Tong was not much stronger at the Ascension Realm.

Otherwise, when I met myself before, this Qingtong wouldn't close the door to thank the guests, and just drive people away.

The only thing Xiaomo is more interested in is the so-called "know a few big talismans" at the end of Qingtong.

There is no definite number for the weight of your son's fists and kicks, whether they are heavy or high or low.

The first level is the so-called sparring in the general sense, and there are two kinds of it, one is suppressing the realm, and the suppressing realm is subdivided into several realms, and the other is not suppressing the realm at all.

Then in the second level, it is necessary to determine the outcome, such as the previous fist fight with Pushan Huang Yiyun, erasing the half-baked symbols on the hands and feet.

But the spectators who were watching the battle at that time were still not in enough realm, but Xiaomo, although he did not appear on the Xianxian Peak, but on the Qingyi River Luobaotan side, Xiaomo still paid attention to it. In fact, the young master did not erase it at that time. Of all the talismans, about [-]-[-]% of the talismans were left to suppress the speed of punching.

It's just that Chen Pingan moved too fast, it happened in an instant, so even Ye Yunyun didn't see it clearly.

The last is the current state, which can be divided into two types.

This needs to involve Chen Pingan's mentality.Whether to win or lose with others, or decide life and death.

Chen Pingan and Cao Ci's fist fight from Gongde Forest to the sky of the Confucian Temple was probably the penultimate one. Although both sides had reservations, they had a private agreement between gentlemen, and each reserved [-]% of their strength. Under this premise, the questioning and punching match was really hearty and hearty, and each of them did their best.

Progressive layer by layer.

Every step has a different view.

So today, here and now, Chen Pingan is the last gesture.

Xiao Mo looked up, on the battlefield, the young master's punches were still as pleasing to the eye as always.

Xiaomo suddenly remembered something, but he didn't know if the Pushan Yuncaotang lineage, who is both a Qi trainer and a martial artist, has a relationship with this sycamore tree, and whether it is some kind of "grandfather" of this Qingtong. Branches and leaves"?

In the distance, an extra path appeared out of thin air, covered with fallen golden sycamore leaves, spreading towards Xiaomo like a spirit snake.

Qingtong was split into two before, and he didn't see his real body. The pure martial artist with the yang god and the outer body was fighting with Chen Ping'an, and the yin god was out of his body. , is better than a beauty, with a crown and a belt, and a very beautiful appearance.

Wearing a carefully refined robe, genuinely wearing the stars and wearing the moon, on the snow-white robe, there are faint visions of starlight, and a round of precious moon phases manifests behind him.

When Qingtong's Yin God stopped, and Xiaomo was only a short distance away, he twirled his fingers, lit a stick of incense, and started counting. Qingtong reminded with a smile: "In two quarters of an hour, if Chen Pingan can't beat me , we are about to see off the guests."

Xiao Mo nodded.

When the time comes, you will see the son off, and I will see you off for you.

Sitting cross-legged, this yin god of Qingtong watched the arena with Xiaomo, and sighed: "It's a great fortune to meet you again after being separated from your fellow Taoist for thousands of years.

"Youth" has an old-fashioned meaning, whether it is the content of the words or the tone of the demeanor.

It's just that in Xiaomo's view, his body is too corrupt, and he has no reason to think of an unknown Taoist friend he met during his long-distance travel in the past.

Thousands of years ago, a hundred flowers bloomed, the sky was high and the earth was wide, unrestrained, and there was no shortage of strange people and strange things.

Xiao Mo put away some distracting thoughts and said with a smile: "For you, of course it is a lucky thing."

Qingtong was silent for a moment, and laughed at himself, "It's like talking to death all at once."

Because the implication of this Daoist Xizhu is that you have survived so far by luck, and I have survived to this day because of real skills and swordsmanship.

Tens of thousands of years ago, even the so-called earth immortals who have attained the Tao had similar realms, high or low abilities, and strong or weak killing power, but there was a difference between clouds and mud.

Jianxiu is a well-deserved first-class Taoist.

In the human world at that time, the ancestor of this sycamore tree was still considered ordinary, indeed, very ordinary.

The reason is very simple, just talk about grass and trees, if you have different ancestors, can you count them?

Just talk about how many mountains, rivers, and vegetation in the world were destroyed in that water and fire dispute?countless.

Just like Xiaomo, who once passed by the tree, he just looked at it for a few moments. This is only because the tree was burnt in a fire and did not die, and the dead tree came back to life again.

This trip to the door, if Xiaomo was not with the young master, fellow daoist?Just polite words.What kind of friends are you? The two sides are neither friends, nor are they on the same road.

So this long-lost reunion after ten thousand years is like sitting and chatting with a son of a rich man who is rich and rich suddenly.

Qingtong shook his head and said, "Isn't it a kind of great luck that you can become sword cultivators?"

"Let's look at our flowers, plants, trees and monsters again. No matter how lucky we are, even if we succeed in refining, who will become a sword cultivator?"

"At the beginning of cultivation, it's not easy to get enlightened. It's the most difficult thing among living beings with spirits. Just refining the shape, not to mention the human race, but you, Yuan Shou, Yang Zhi and others. We can get twice the result with half the effort. Before the success of training, and because of being unable to move, facing all kinds of sudden natural disasters and man-made disasters, otherwise, the torso, just the rudimentary Dao Xin, suffered the torment, you guys who are uniquely blessed on the road of practice, I don’t understand .”

"Floods and floods, fires burning mountains, wars and wars, storms and rains, and many other disasters. Many of the realms that you seem to achieve overnight in three or two years are often the height of the road that we can't dream of in a lifetime. .”

As a result, Xiaomo said, "Why do I know this?"

Qingtong choked for words at the moment, this is a sword cultivator, a stinky virtue that has not changed for thousands of years!

Xiao Mo glanced at the stick of incense, and asked, "Half God? Today, there is such a saying about martial arts in the world?"

Qingtong smiled and said, "Half a journey of a hundred miles is more than ninety."

So Qingtong didn't talk about his martial arts realm, but just the level of authenticity, which is very sincere.

Sensing the change in the other party's heartstrings, Xiao Mo sneered and said, "You don't even dare to come here to reminisce about the old days, so what's the point of sincerity?"

Of course, Qingtong is very aware of one of the natal supernatural powers of this fellow Taoist, and it doesn't matter that this little voice will be noticed by Xiaomo, but he still joked: "Fellow Daoist Xizhu, traveling with the young hermit official for so long, always It’s time to hear the word “don’t listen to insults.”

This Taoist friend called Xiaomo by Chen Pingan, as one of the famous ancient monsters in the world, of course has a real name, 鼼鼄.It has the same pronunciation as the spider of later generations.

It's just that these two characters are too uncommon, and with the passage of time, there have been several font changes. Now, in addition to the Shuowen Jiezi, there are also a few sentences similar to "Spin silk into a net, weave a net to beg for food, benefit in the faint." The sporadic records of "Night" and others have all become a thing of the past.

However, Qingtong knows a lot about "Xiaomo"'s feats. He likes to question swords with swordsmen and is good at catching and fighting. , ups and downs in a circle, Xiaomo captured it and trapped it in the net... first swallowed the bright moon, then caught the big sun, swallowed that round of bright moon into his belly, and started refining it, making a lot of noise, that bright moon The co-lord asked the blue bird to send a message to the various divisions of the Heavenly Court Thunder Department, and then spread it to the world, to escort this monster sword cultivator who violated the rules of heaven to an execution platform for execution. Lei also killed many officials and spirits under the Ministry of Lei's slashing and reconnaissance department, and there are quite a few earth immortals who are attached to the Ministry of Lei. Anyway, this Ascending Realm Sword Cultivator Monster Clan, who has both offensive and defensive skills, will kill every one he encounters. , When you meet a group, you will kill a group. That escape is simply a sword training and practice.

In the end, the Heavenly Court was furious. It was rumored that not only one of the twelve high-ranking gods who were the head of the Ministry of Thunder would personally go down to capture Xiaomo, but there would also be another high-ranking fellow, but for some reason, in the end it was a result of heavy thunder and little rain , let it go.But after that, Xiaomo also restrained himself more. Of course, the so-called restraint is because he was lawless and unscrupulous before. He accidentally bumped into the earth fairy in the hands of this big demon sword cultivator. awful.

To be honest, when Qingtong saw Xiaomo again this time, he was so...restrained and so reserved in his sword moves, he was very surprised.

Xiao Mo asked, "Why does Fellow Daoist Qing have prejudice against me?"

Qingtong asked doubtfully, "Since when did I have a prejudice against you?"

Xiao Mo stretched out his hand and patted the green bamboo stick, and said with a smile, "You don't have too much prejudice against sword cultivators?"

My Xiaomo is a sword cultivator.

Qingtong couldn't help laughing, and after a long silence, he finally revealed his heart, "You sword cultivators rely on your sword to break all spells, your eyes are high above the top, you are rebellious, bloodthirsty, you only care about your own happiness, and you don't care about the power of the world. Life and death, treat the practice of fellow Taoists all over the world with disdain."

Xiao Mo nodded, not denying the fact, and asked with a smile, "Have you ever suffered at the hands of a sword repairman?"

Qingtong's expression darkened instantly when he heard the words, obviously the old thing that he was thinking in his heart was definitely not a happy thing.

Xiao Mo said empathetically, "If you don't want to say it, don't force it."

Not someone who likes to listen to complaining words, nor is he willing to listen to that... last words.

Qingtong's body remained motionless, he just twirled a fallen sycamore leaf with his fingers, like a wooden man fanning the wind.

Qing Tong said slowly: "Many years ago, there were three young sword cultivators who traveled together. During this period, they had a dispute with a group of gods who patrolled the world under the command of armored men. Unfortunately, I was close to the battlefield, and the road was damaged a lot."

Those three young men, who later became the peak sword cultivators of the human race, were Yuanxiang, Guanzhao, and Longjun.

Qingtong raised his hand and wiped his cheeks with two fingers, a series of tiny words appeared on his face, as if he had been tattooed and tattooed on his face.

Xiao Mo glanced at the ancient text, roughly meaning that it recorded the great achievements of that fight, nodded and smiled, "It's what Yuanxiang did."

Because of that Yuanxiang, he has an out-of-the-way personality, is domineering, and has always been... the cheapest.

For example, going to Luobaotan to steal wine can only be done by Yuanxiang.I endured it once or twice, and there was a third time.

The key is that after Yuan Xiang finished drinking, he still said it was not good.

If Xiaomo doesn't kill him, he will kill anyone.

It's just that in the later battle of Ascension to Heaven, Yuan Xiang was also one of the most generous human sword cultivators who died.

So much so that Yuan Xiang was unable to see the gate of the old heaven before his death. It is rumored that this person fought constantly while wielding a sword.

This old sword cultivator took the lead in ascending to the sky, and went higher and higher. Except for the sword that kept passing, the sword lights were shining one after another, majestic, reaching the sky, and the sword cultivator himself was silent and silent, as if the only one who had never The three-character last words that I opened my mouth.

I die first.

To die resolutely is for the martyrs.

Xiaomo asked, "Except for this personal grievance?"

Qingtong sneered and said, "Later, there was also the last priest of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, who was sneaky and came here before, and still had a very unpleasant chat with me."

After this person quietly left the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he did not go straight to the Lizhu Cave in Aquarius Continent, but first landed in Tongye Continent.

Qingtong once said a few words that were close to each other, but he ended up with a hot face and a cold butt.Of course, this is not the most important thing. There are other reasons why we can't reach an agreement.

It's just that there is no need to discuss this matter with Xiao Mo in detail.

Afterwards, there was a boy from a foreign country who was not yet a sword cultivator, and he boarded the land of Tongyezhou from the Fushi Sect. At that time, he carried a long sword on his back, named "Sword Qi Chang"!

It was Chen Qingdu's saber that had been abandoned for many years.

Just like the boss sword fairy of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, who is obviously separated by a whole world, he just used this method without going out in person to warn Qing Tong to protect the boy with his heart, otherwise he will bear the consequences.

You fucking Chen Qingdu, even if that young man with a sword surnamed Chen can send me a message.Or relying on some easy little secret technique, how difficult is it for you, Chen Qing, to greet me in secret?

Back in the day, among the many sword cultivators of the human race, Chen Qingdu was not the best in aptitude, not the fastest in practice, and not the highest in flying sword rank, but it was this person who reached the highest point in the way of swordsmanship.

Moreover, compared to the arrogant sword cultivators of all races in the world, Chen Qing has a good reputation. He has always been taciturn and never causes trouble.

It's just a series of facts that later proved.

Those who are always silent occasionally open their mouths and thunder.

Xiao Mo said, "Daoist Qing Tong, what's the matter with you, is it because you have an innate discord with Jianxiu?"

Qingtong was noncommittal about this, looked at the battlefield, and asked curiously: "Are you not worried about Chen Pingan at all?"

Xiaomo remained silent.

The young master does everything well, so there is no need for outsiders to worry.

Now Xiaomo's only thought is to think about how to persuade the young master to allow himself to express the sword painfully.

Not even talking about his status as a dead soldier, but only talking about his subordinates, he is almost incompetent.

When he came to Tongyezhou, especially after entering this place, Xiao Mo knew something.

No wonder Tongyezhou's sword luck is the least in Haoran Jiuzhou.

Regardless of the overall number of sword cultivators or the number of top sword cultivators, this Tongye Continent can be called "shabby".

Of course, it doesn't mean that because of Qingtong's natural rejection of sword cultivators, he can completely dominate the situation and single-handedly create a bleak situation with only a few sword immortals in front of him. Qingtong is just a sycamore tree, and he really doesn't have this ability.

It's just because it sits in the mountains and rivers of a continent, and it's subtle, and over time, the accumulation of less becomes more, and the effect is far-reaching.

In the end, the entire Tongyezhou, the sect, the monks, the hearts of the people, the right time, the right place, and the harmony of people all began to have a tendency and shift, forming an active choice.

And a sycamore tree does not move its nest, and the entire Tongyezhou is closed, likes to close the door and watch the sky, which can be regarded as an invisible avenue.

Generally speaking, it's just a simple old saying, it's not that a family does not enter a house.

Fellow Daoist Bixiao in Luobaotan is like the head of the family behind the scenes in Tongyezhou, and of course there is Qingtong, the puppet in front of the stage, to maintain the family business together.

It's a pity that fellow Daoist Bixiao has already gone to Qingming Tianxia.

Otherwise, the young master will surely go well in Tongyezhou.

The Qingtong Yinshen, while watching the battle, stretched out his hand to curl a strand of hair from his temples, looked at the dusty city, and asked with a smile: "Aren't you worried about his safety at this moment?"

Before, I just showed my kindness as a landlord, and it was regarded as a way of hospitality for Chen Pingan. Next, this young hermit official will take it easy.

Qingtong pretended to turn his head to the side, closed his eyes, and did not look at the picture of plowing the field after the bright red robe was knocked off the street.

If you take the initiative to punch yourself, your son will be helpless.

A stick of incense, two quarters of an hour, wouldn't it be too difficult?

Wouldn't it be great if Chen Ping'an was accidentally beaten and sent back to Xiandu Mountain to attend the sect ceremony?

Will the old scholar who has not been restored to the Confucian Temple's position for a long time be relentless to himself, pretending to be public for his own benefit, and avenging his personal revenge?

In fact, what Qingtong is most afraid of now is none other than this literary sage who is in harmony with the Three Continents.

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "Only those embroidered pillows who haven't fought a few fights, or those who haven't really experienced life-and-death battles, would ask such...idiot questions."

Then Xiaomo added, "I'm sorry, I'm just talking about the facts, and I didn't intend to target the young comrades."

Qing Tong laughed.

It's not that you underestimate the enemy, it's just a certain height, after all, there is still an upper limit and a bottleneck.

Especially when Chen Pingan traveled to the wild world and fell into a state.

Otherwise, even for that Cao Ci who has been at the top of his career in martial arts, if he is only a level of arrogance, and he has traveled so far, what can he do to a pure martial artist who is half divine?

Chen Pingan was at the gate of the Taiping Mountain Ruins in Tongyezhou before, and he entered the last level of Qisheng, and he was the strongest in the past. He went to that "mountain top".

The imposing manner, the great movement and stillness, Yi Qingtong's eyes and ears are sharp, and he was aware of it at that time.

It's just that Chen Pingan fought with Han Yushu of the Wanyao Sect in the Sanshan blessed land at that time. One relied on the natal supernatural power of the flying sword, and the other relied on the attainments of the talismans. Sitting is Jiang Shangzhen of Yu Guizong.

The territory of Tongye Continent is very large, almost equal to two Aquarius Continents, but the sycamore tree has been rooted here for thousands of years, like in the depths of the earth, like the fellow Daoist Xizhu beside him, forming a spider web.A continent of vast mountains and rivers, ordinary wind and grass, don't need it to know, and it doesn't bother to know, but as long as it is the kind of people and things that can make its Dao heart tremble, Qingtong, whether it is its duty or cherishes its own Dao, will be in public and private. , will try to find out.

For example, the stinky ox-nosed old Taoist at the Taoist Temple in the East China Sea knew about the attack on the old ape with the sword, but he didn't dare to get involved from the beginning to the end. Zhen Baize in the eight male town buildings spoke so straightforwardly.

Cultivators in the fourteenth realm are already extremely rare, counting and counting, adding up several worlds, there are only a handful of mountain tops.

And this old Taoist master with extremely high Taoist age is the most famous among this small group of monks on the mountain top, who has an unstable temperament, a treacherous mind, and a masterful means.

Bai Ye, known as the most proud scholar in the world, holds a fairy sword and has the most powerful killing power, no doubt about it.Monk Shenqing's undefeated golden body is also recognized by several worlds.

And the old Guanzhu's supernatural powers are so great that he seems to be inseparable from both ends, but since he can be as famous as the old blind man of Shiwan Dashan and Bai Ye and Shen Qing, two great monks of the fourteenth realm,

Qingtong has seen it with his own eyes, heard it with his own ears, and even experienced it himself.

Just to say one thing, how many cultivators in the world have been "asking" with the Taoist ancestor for thousands of years?

And this Bixiao Cave Master, who once claimed to be "invincible since he came out of the cave, can forgive others but not forgive others", and Xiaomo, who is now in yellow hat and green shoes, are very close Taoist friends.

This was a matter known to all immortals in the world ten thousand years ago.

It is a kind of incense that cannot be forced or envied.

It's not that someone clings to someone else, it's just a kind of congenial temper and similar avenues among the strong.

Thinking of this, Qingtong couldn't help sighing: "Fellow Daoist Xiaomo, with your realm and identity, you can't go anywhere, why don't you go to the sky to practice swords, slowly get through the fourteenth realm, and then return to the world?"

Xiaomo turned his head when he heard the words, stared blankly, and asked, "You can also call Xiaomo?"

Qingtong was silent for a moment.

As I said before, it was Chen Ping'an who was more murderous than this ancient sword cultivator who used the Dao of Xizhu name.

But at this moment, it was turned upside down in an instant.

It's just that Xiaomo quickly ignored Qingtong, because Chen Pingan erased all the talismans for the first time on the streets in the city.

Seeing this scene, the Qingtong Yinshen laughed suddenly, as if he couldn't help it, he was somewhat restrained at first, but then the laughter became uncontrollable, and he finally stopped smiling, and lowered his voice slightly He stretched out a finger, wiped the corners of his eyes, laughed intermittently, scrunched up his face, coughed a few times, turned to Xiaomo and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really think it's fun, I can't help it, Forgive me, forgive me."

Xiaomo is not angry at Qingtong's genuine emotion.

If it is said that in the previous boxing match between the blank world, both sides were practicing, warming up, and exchanging ideas.

So now in that city, both sides of the confrontation have begun to show some real skills.

When the burly old man was throwing his fist, he inadvertently exposed a section of his arm, and densely packed golden talisman characters appeared on it, which were actually engraved on the white bones under the muscles.

The content of the text includes not only articles of immortal family formulas, but also a Buddhist classic, as well as various ancient symbols that have been lost for a long time.

Qingtong's whole arm seems to have been refined into a mountain of white bones, and on the cliff, there are countless carvings on the cliff, such as fairy talismans, which are used to strengthen the mountain and stabilize the peaks, and finally make an arm a dragon vein .In addition, the flesh and veins of the skin are like some dispensable vassals.

A bright red robe was smashed into a tall city wall, elbows propped aside the gravel, and he pulled himself out of the wall abruptly.

But just now, Qing Tong, who hit Chen Pingan's forehead and chest continuously, didn't strike while the iron was hot, because Qing Tong, who was gaining the upper hand by exchanging two punches for one punch, felt that Chen Ping's punch was unusual.

This punch was not too heavy, but that fist was quite difficult to deal with. There were a lot of movements in Qingtong's key auras, and on the arm that was engraved with seal talismans, there were hundreds of golden characters and a few talisman pictures. , became dim almost instantly, like bursts of ashes falling.

After that, Qingtong became more and more careful.

A bright red is walking in the streets and alleys, and a white rainbow will be much neater and neater. They are all in a straight line, going straight to the bright red robe that looks like swimming fish. If he succeeds, Chen Ping'an will often smash hundreds of feet, like digging out gates in the city. On the other hand, even if Qingtong is punched, his body will shake a little, and he will soon return to Chen Ping'an. by color.

The only thing that was wrong was that Qingtong found that Chen Pingan, together with the previous fist move that could shatter the golden talisman, had been repeatedly using five kinds of fist moves, like a kind of impromptu practice, from the earliest slightly unfamiliar, to gradually Proficiency, increased punching, can't be said to be a leap forward, but with Qingtong's eyesight, it can be said that the change between the opponent's first punch and the last punch, only the improvement in skills, can be said to be visible to the naked eye.

Qingtong kicked that guy upside down for more than a hundred feet, and the back of the young warrior directly pierced through a wealthy mansion. Under a big tree in the street outside the wall, the bright red robe gently pressed his elbow against the tree trunk , stop the figure.

Along that brand-new road, Qingtong slowly walked out of the hole in the wall, and asked with a smile, "Create yourself?"

If it weren't for the lack of perfection in the spirit of these punches, they would be the best punches in the world.

Chen Ping smiled and said, "He created it."

These are Cao Ci's five boxing techniques.

Earlier when Confucian Temple asked about boxing, Cao Ci admitted frankly that he had created more than thirty kinds of boxing moves, and used less than half of them at that time.

Chen Ping imitated five of them today, Epiphyllum, Flowing Water, and Long Zou Du.Vulture Mountain.God.

Cao Ci didn't mind others learning boxing at all.

Most of them cannot learn.

A handful of warriors behind Cao Ci who were barely able to catch up to Cao Ci's back were not much better.

Those who learn from me live, those who resemble me die.

This kind of words may be considered arrogant by others, and it is inevitable to be suspected of being condescending and preaching.

But for Cao Ci, it might really be just an extremely calm truth.

Even Chen Pingan didn't really want to learn these punches, the only use was to use them to "change the method" to strengthen his body.

Different boxing strokes, boxing methods, and boxing principles can sharpen the different mountains and rivers of the human body. This is the meaning of martial arts competition. Borrowing stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade.

Qingtong laughed loudly and said, "Could it be stealing punches too?"

Chen Pingan corrected: "Learn boxing."

Qingtong asked doubtfully, "Is there a difference?"

While speaking, Qingtong's feet intertwined with a burst of lightning, like stepping on two thunderbolts, it is still a boxing technique, but the effect is equivalent to the fairy family's shrinking ground technique.

In an instant, Qingtong reached out and pressed the forehead of the bright red robe, and ran forward all the way, and at the same time, he threw out a fist quickly, hitting the opponent's throat.

Whether it is stealing punches or learning punches, as a martial arts master, who can't?

With this punch, Qingtong imitated Chen Pingan's god-man beating the drum. The five fingers of his right hand were like hooks, and he pressed his forehead tightly. Cracked, Qingtong's left hand is still punching non-stop, let's see, his fisting intention can support more than [-] punches, and the opponent can carry a few punches, whether it is his fisting intention that breaks first, It was the opponent's physique that first showed signs of cracking.In the blink of an eye, Qing Tong threw out unknown nineteen punches one after another, and the figures of both sides had already "walked" several miles in the city.

During this period, Chen Pingan suddenly accelerated his "retreat" figure three times, and Qingtong followed the gourd to draw a scoop, which happened to be at the same speed as Chen Pingan's, just like a cat teasing a mouse.

However, Qingtong had to admit that the strength of his nineteen punches was not light, but it was a pity that the meaning was not enough.

In the sparring between martial arts masters, learning boxing is simple and easy, and it is easy to achieve seven or eight points of similarity, but it is also difficult. The circulation route of true qi, and this route is like a fairy tale with complicated text and dark content. What's the point, if you don't know the right way, it's tasteless.

But Qing Tong was not discouraged at the moment, at worst, he would practice hundreds of thousands of punches repeatedly in the future.

Fist moves in the world are all dead after all.Only those who throw fists are alive.

Qingtong stood still, and it was the first time to replace pure qi.

Both sides had already left the city, and Chen Pingan fell to the ground in the distance like a kite with a broken string.

Qing Tong smiled and said: "It's almost a quarter of an hour before a stick of incense, can you do it?"

Chen Pingan stood up, took a deep breath, exhaled a breath of withering, and suddenly seemed to be a changed person, from a stagnant old man to a vigorous young man. Putting the handle of the narrow knife, he said with a smile: "If you only talk about the height of boxing skills, it is really difficult for you to be a good match for half a god, or is it that you are best at using weapons?"

Qingtong folded his arms around his chest and said with a smile, "Even if I use my bare hands, isn't it more than enough to hit you?"

What's more, Qingtong didn't really punch with all his might.

I'm afraid that if one is not careful, the fight will be hearty, and if he fails to stop, the opponent will fall, or he will be killed directly.

Qingtong glanced at the knife folded on the other side's waist, and stretched out a hand, "If you use a knife, you can do whatever you want."

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "You seem to have forgotten to say, how will we win or lose after two quarters of an hour?"

Qing Tong said: "Then fight until one side admits defeat?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Of course."

Slowly take the Zhan Kan out of its sheath, the narrow knife is extremely long and as bright as water.

Chen Pingan spread his palm again, and actually grabbed the blade directly, and stretched out his hand to wipe it. On the edge, as if ordered, it glowed with a strange and colorful color.

Qingtong was a little puzzled, is this okay?To be precise, the other party is not cheating.

Chen Pingan didn't use monk methods, it was more like a temporary casting, tempering?

Qing Tong suddenly asked: "Is it really that Zhan Kan?"

Chen Pingan, who was holding a knife in his right hand, did not answer the question directly. He drew the knife out of its sheath with his left hand again, and said with a smile, "Guess again."

Qingtong was shocked in his heart.

Keep a close eye on the guy with the knife in both hands.

Qingtong smelled a dangerous breath.

Qingtong didn't underestimate his thoughts any more, and took the initiative to recreate an ancient fist.

The majestic fist all over his body was like that cultivator showing his dharma appearance, manifesting a strange picture around Qingtong.

Some people play the pipa, only the head and limbs, but no torso.

A headless man with hands in the shape of a flute.

The woman with only the upper body left is playing the qin, as if cut off in the middle by the guqin.

For those with no arms, there is a jiegu hanging on the side of the body, shaking their heads and shaking their heads, as if they were beating the jiegu.

All kinds of strange shapes are incredible.

And what makes Qing Tong feel annoyed the most is the "execution" held by one of the twelve high-ranking gods in the legend. Regarding this divine weapon, just the sentence "It is unfortunate to be lucky enough to see this sharp blade" is enough. Let Qing Tong feel a kind of disgust and fear.

If we talk about a cut and survey, it is only relatively the most overwhelming dragon.

Then this "execution" that has disappeared for thousands of years, after the present world, no matter whether it is a pure warrior or a cultivator, no one is willing to see this blade with his own eyes.

Chen Pingan walked forward, holding knives in both hands, a knife glowing with colorful colors, but the execution knife, the side of the blade, was actually pitch black, as if opening up a boundary line, especially at the tip of the knife, dragging An extremely slender glazed ray of light was emitted, which was a terrifying scene of some kind of sharp edge cutting through the long river of time, and the bright red magic robe walked unhurriedly, and said with a smile: "Instead of waiting until countless knives, this pair of The celestial slough is broken and severely damaged, and it will take hundreds of years to repair it. At that time, Senior Qingtong will take out the weapon at hand to fight against it. Wouldn't it be too late, and wouldn't it be a bigger loss of face? Put yourself in the same situation , if it were me, I wouldn't pay attention to such small matters of face and disgrace, and be more pragmatic, of course winning this sparring is the top priority."

The ground trembled violently, and there was thunder in the depths of the ground. Chen Pingan's figure was no longer visible, and a large pit appeared under his feet.

The pipa player who only had the head and torso left was broken with a single blow.

The headless flute player, with the flute on his body, turned into dust with a flash of a knife.

Only the upper body of the woman playing the piano was cut through the chest, and she appeared in a bright red robe. She stretched out her arm and held a narrow knife, lifting the former high into the air.

The body shape transfer and the speed of the knife are really too fast.

Chen Pingan seemed to have stepped into a situation where people follow his punches?

This should have been a taboo in martial arts.

Qingtong has retreated to the top of the city, overlooking the knife-wielding man outside the city.

The other person seemed to be... Laughing silently.

Those visions are just half-truths and half-fakes formed by the condensed fist, and will not hurt Qingtong's body in the slightest, but the guy in sight makes Qingtong feel jealous for the second time.

For the first time, it was just a foreign object of execution.

This time, it was that person.

His aura was too strange.

Not the kind of blindly perverse, cruel, tyrannical.But it is not accurate to say that it is that kind of cold, dead silence, and pure ruthlessness.

It's like human nature has gone to another extreme.

Qingtong didn't dare to take it lightly any longer, stretched out his hand and condensed a huge sword similar to a saber, green, engraved with layers of talismans, and the precious light flowed.

Standing on the top of the city, Qingtong held the knife in both hands, walked around behind him, put the back of the knife against his back, and said with a sneer: "The blade has no eyes, if you are unfortunate enough to lack arms and legs, don't blame others, you asked for it. "

Chen Ping twisted his wrist lightly, smashing the graceful figure of the woman playing the zither in an instant. He raised his head, looked at the white-haired old man, and said with a smile, "I'll tell you a truth, you're not good at fighting too much."

Qingtong Yinshen, who was watching the battle from a distance, had been quite relaxed at first, but when Chen Ping pulled out the executioner, he couldn't sit still. On the top of the city, he threw away the golden fallen leaf in his hand, turned around and asked, "What's going on?!"

Xiao Mo held down the walking stick with both hands, "Ask yourself."

The yin god and the yang god are connected in mind, and they can be regarded as one person.

Qingtong Yinshen sighed, "If the fight continues like this, it will be difficult to end."

Xiao Mo was a little surprised, how could he feel that this yin god was a bit unusual.

But it doesn't matter, Xiaomo's attention is still on the battlefield where both sides return to the city.

What's the hurry, this is just the beginning of the good show.

In fact, Xiao Mo didn't know what the young master was thinking about this questioning fist, and how he planned it specifically.

Xiaomo only knows one thing, the young master hasn't really given the trump card yet, which means that there will be more fights in this fight.

Because Chen Pingan once leaked the truth to Xiaomo.Self-created boxing method, only two moves, similar to swordsmanship.

One of the punches was named "Pianyue" by Chen Pingan, and it was the latter of the two extremes of simplicity and complexity.

The first time he used this fist was in the capital of Dali, to deal with those favored children who almost caused a catastrophe.

The reason why Qi practitioners are least willing to provoke sword cultivators, and the most troublesome part of a sword cultivator's natal flying sword, is not only the arbitrariness and unreasonableness of breaking all spells with one sword, but also the fact that after the flying sword hurts someone, the remaining sword energy will last for a long time Stirring up wind and waves will produce a kind of lasting damage and destruction to the small world of the person.

This is true of Cao Ci's "Epiphyllum", and even more so of Chen Ping's "Pianyue". If this punch hits the opponent, the intent of the punch will spread extremely quickly and covertly, just like in the enemy's small world, where countless The cliff carvings of the Dao Ghost Talisman are almost irreversible, leaving them is a legacy of the Great Dao. If an injured person wants to repair them, he can only wear off those stone carvings. For example, a craftsman can only flatten them with a knife or smash them to pieces with a hammer.

Xiao Mo glanced at the fallen sycamore leaves that were discarded by Qing Tong.

One leaf, one world is a picture scroll similar to a picture of a horse, except that it does not involve the long river of time.

Otherwise, if Qingtong could extract so much time and water, he would already be a fourteenth realm monk.

The leaders on the mountain of Tongyezhou are Tongyezong and Yuguizong who are facing each other from north to south.

This involves an allusion many years ago. These two long-lasting Zong prefixes did not appear out of thin air, but came into being as the times require.

According to the son, the former little master, who is now Li Sheng, had some attempts.

The first time I met Aunt Feng in a fire temple in the capital of Dali, because Chen Pingan saw through the mystery of those Baihua wine sealed with ten thousand years of soil, and guessed that the wine was a kind of tribute. Talking", he took the lead in bringing up a thread, talked about the three tribute objects, and took the initiative to chat about the Six Palaces of the Fengdu Ghost Mansion who are different from the ghosts of the world, and the powerful Fangzhushan Qingjun, who holds the cave on the ground and the blessed land and everything. Earth Immortals Bo Ji... In short, these are some "new" etiquettes formulated by Li Sheng. Later, Chen Pingan followed the vines and asked some more inside information with his husband in private.

At the same time, Li Sheng also personally invited Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou. According to the secret leaked by Lu Chen, Chen Pingan believed that Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou erected a monument in the era of "peaceful world and eradicating stupidity", and he was willing to cooperate with Li Sheng. Come out of the mountain again to help Li Sheng re-order the heavenly rules, which were originally designed to target the world's ghosts.Chen Ping guessed that if Li Sheng's move was successful and all-encompassing, the subsequent battle of killing the dragon would probably not have happened.

But this is not the most exaggerated place, the other thing that Mr. said is truly shocking.

The world actually had a chance to give birth to the Lord of Humanity! ?

This is an extremely risky move, which is tantamount to Li Sheng stripping out a part of his own way.

And once it succeeds, it proves that this holding is effective, then the status of the Confucian Confucian Temple may not rise but fall, but will go down a step, just like the temple officials of later generations, assisting the king of the way, creating a future Some Haiyan Qingping world...

Afterwards, Chen Pingan even browsed through the secret documents in the Confucian Temple Gongdelin. As expected, he had an unexpected harvest. It was during that period that a Taoist monarch of the Middle Earth Divine Continent cut a piece of tung tree leaf into a jade shape and gave it to My younger brother, this is the so-called "Tongye Fengdi" and "Yiye Fenghou" on the secret files of the Confucian Temple Gongde Lin. He founded the country on the bank of the big water called Fendu in Tongyezhou, which was the main tributary of Dadu at that time. There are the Hui River and the Shu River.Today, the buried river of the Daquan Dynasty and the Rinhe River are just one of the inconspicuous river sections and tributaries back then.

It's a pity that no matter what the reason is, Li Sheng failed to accomplish this after all.

The battle within the city almost destroyed half of the city.

Every time the blade hits, there is a torrential rain of sparks, and the buildings around the two sides are like leaves being swept away by the autumn wind.

Qingtong Yinshen's face was serious, thanks to the high-grade quality of his carefully forged dharma knife, otherwise, let alone the execution, he would suffer a great loss even if he cut it.

Xiao Mo stretched his waist and asked, "What is the origin of that Taoist priest who is respected by my son as Lu Zu?"

Qingtong was a little absent-minded, and replied casually: "Chunyang Daoist is a true man of Taoism. His hometown is in Haoran Tianxia, ​​but the place of fame is Qingming Tianxia, ​​known as the number one Jindan. He once traveled After passing the Ouhua Blessed Land, I hit it off with the old temple master, the old Artemisia master Ni Yuanzan of the Yunku Blessed Land, and later Yu Zhenyi, to a certain extent, imitated the real person Chunyang."

There is an ancient chess record written by a famous Taoist Chunyang, but the game record is unknown and not widely circulated.There is a poem in the preface of the chess book by the wandering Taoist, saying that he is invincible since he came out of the cave, and he has to forgive others.

Therefore, according to the naming habit of many handed down copybooks, it is known as Lanke Pu by people of insight, and it is also called Chudong Pu.The full spectrum of nine chess theory, a total of 36 games.

It is the chess manual compiled by the Taoist Chunyang after he visited the Ouhua blessed land. When the Taoist left the blessed land, the old temple master seemed to appreciate this foreigner who was not at a high level back then, and personally sent him out of the country as a gift. , the central boundary of Tongyezhou, that is, the later Daquan Dynasty Riding Crane City, this is where the ruins of the immortal riding a crane to ascend.

Just like the red leaves in the ditch, they are often related to poems.Haoran's many poems, whenever they talk about phoenix trees, are often related to wells.

For example, the entry-level purple mandarin ducks and Jinjing double sycamores.There are also similar things like traveling far away from the country, returning to the mountains and having long dreams.The phoenix tree fell into the well, and a leaf flew to the Milky Way.

The gate of Ouhua Blessed Land is actually a well.

Regarding this point, Chen Pingan, who is currently on the battlefield, must have a personal experience.

In the city, a battlefield, the dust cleared.

The white-haired old man had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, especially the entire arm holding the knife. Almost all the muscles collapsed. Looking at the bright red man who stood up from the ruins, this green-and-white Yang God couldn't help sighing. : "It's really not human."

If this guy hadn't lost the body of the Yin God and Yang God because of his Daoism, or the three plus the double sabers, and the long sword hovering outside the city, it would be a troublesome one.

Qingtong Yinshen glanced at the stick of incense intentionally or unintentionally.

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "Does this count as Feng Shui turning?"

Qingtong changed the subject, "Didn't you think of going to Qingming Tianxia to find old friends?"

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "Don't worry."

Qingtong hesitated to speak.

Xiao Mo said: "I know that until now, you in the city still have something to hide, and you have to wait for the moment when the two quarters of an hour is over."

Qingtong shook his head and said: "If there is no limit of one stick of incense, if it continues like this, even if Chen Pingan has those two knives, he will definitely lose."

Xiao Mo asked suspiciously, "One stick of incense for two quarters of an hour, who wrote it?"

Qingtong is helpless.

Within the rules allowed by the Confucian Temple, some of the profits related to the luck of the mountains and rivers, Qingtong's Zhenyao Building and the detached Taoist Temple, the two sides sit on the same ground and share the spoils.

But Taoist temples only "pinch the tip", and on the side of the sycamore tree, they just eat some leftovers.

In the far-reaching Taiping Mountain turmoil that year, an old ape with a sword on his back killed Zhong Kui, the gentleman of Dafu Academy.

Because according to the deduction results of the barbarian military account, Zhong Kui is said to be equivalent to five sword cultivators in the fairyland.

After the white ape succeeded, it was immediately shrunk back to Taiping Mountain by the angry God, and chased Wanli with a bright moon mirror in hand. The white ape was severely injured and finally fled to a palace with broken dragon veins. The "young Taoist priests" in Taiping Mountain gathered, and then the old temple master easily found his trace. In the summer resort called Fendu Dragon Palace in ancient times, the old temple master unexpectedly appeared, standing on the ruins of Suolongtai, and the ruins at his feet , similar to a kind of "family law servant", is the place where lynching was used in the Dadu Dragon Palace in the early years.

Among them, the white ape was thrown into the Ouhua Blessed Land by the old Taoist priest, lost all his wisdom and had to practice again.

Just because the young Taoist "did not agree with each other", his already incomplete soul was completely separated from his body, and his skin was limp on the ground.

The former floated out of his body and was grabbed by the neck by the old Taoist priest, while the fate of the latter was exactly the same as that of the white ape.

It's really just because of one sentence, a logically appropriate title.

Call the old temple master senior.

As a result, on the side of the old temple master, it became "You are a monster, and you keep calling me senior and claiming to be junior? Can you call me an old beast?"

It's just that the remnant soul of this monster clan is about one soul and four souls. The old temple master didn't beat it to ashes with one sleeve. On the Suolong platform.

However, he didn't let the other party run wild, so that the soul of this big monster was detained in the Taoist crown, and was firmly nailed to the deep root of the mountain in the ruins of the Taiping Mountain Prison.

Haven't been able to get out of trouble so far.

The old temple master also secretly made a move to hide the sky and cross the sea with the means of reaching the sky, which is equivalent to "reserving" a part of the luck of the mountains and rivers for the gathering of Taiping Mountain, so that it will not be completely dispersed.

Otherwise, in the subsequent battle, all monks of Taiping Mountain would have died, and the entire mountain would be broken everywhere, just like a dilapidated sieve and empty bamboo basket, where there is no water left.

Tongyezhou was vulnerable to a single blow, and the mountains and rivers sank in an instant, and was quickly occupied by the army of monsters. It was probably Wenhai Zhoumi's kindness to the old temple master. The ruins were opened up as a mountain and river ferry, and it was only rewarded for meritorious deeds. There was extra compensation for the demon monk who had been hiding in Haoran for many years, and for the real body where the rest of the souls were. The big monster on one side.

In fact, this is why after the Mingyue Mirror was completely shattered, the boundary of the Taiping Mountain ruins still had a lingering residual Dao rhyme.

Only then did several local forces, including Xiaolongqiu, come to covet the tasteless piece of Taiping Mountain.

The old temple master was on the dragon-locking platform, and some words were even more "rebellious", which made Qing Tongdao's heart tremble, but he couldn't help but listen, even if he wanted to be deaf, he couldn't do it.

Obviously, he was forcibly dragged onto a thief boat by that stinky old man.

During the period, the old Guanzhu said something similar to the conclusion of the junior to the junior.

Not daring to kill Chen Ping'an is tantamount to missing a great opportunity.

Because if you kill this person, you will have great merit in the wild world.The old temple master can also take advantage of the trend to bring "Chen Ping'an" into the Taoist temple, and greatly raise the position of the futon.

The so-called futon of this stinky cow-nosed old man is of course the entire Taoist temple, which is a lotus flower blessed land bordering the lotus cave.

As for why Chen Qingdu lent Chen Ping'an the sword, the old temple master gave part of the truth at that time.

"The purpose is to pass some cause and effect onto Chen Pingan's shoulders."

When he was young, he carried a sword on his back and returned to Haoran Tianxia from the inverted mountain, and traveled around Tongye Island with the sword on his back.

There is a town demon building in Tongyezhou, which enters the Ouhua blessed land.

A young hidden official, bearing the real name of the Great Demon.

Hedao half of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

One person defended the city, luckily survived, and saw the light of day again.

Time and fate?It's time.One drink and one peck, is it destiny?

Xiao Mo glanced at the stick of incense, reached out to grab the trekking stick, and stood up slowly.

A stick of incense is about to burn out.

Qing Tong asked: "Could it be you?"

Just now he breathed a sigh of relief, because the outcome was a foregone conclusion, but when Xiao Mo got up, Qingtong Yinshen had to tense again.

Could it be that he wants to behave badly and choose to shoot?

Xiaomo smiled and said, "You're thinking about it."

The battlefield had already moved outside the city, and both sides exchanged a mouthful of pure true energy.

Just across the big mountain with a single peak, the two sides are located in front of the mountain and behind the mountain.

Traveled to many places with Xiaomo. Apart from practicing the sword light escape technique repeatedly, Chen Pingan retreated in the cave in Xiandu Mountain, more like a genuine cultivator. He is indeed practicing seriously.As for practicing martial arts and boxing, there is, and outsiders may think it is very simple, but it is tantamount to difficulty in doing it.

Half punch.

Repeatedly, only practicing half punches.

But still can't find the right way, and it can even be said that there is no way to get in. Since the resemblance can't even be achieved, how can we talk about resemblance in spirit?

And this half punch happened to be embedded in Chen Ping's body.

It was a half punch of an eleven-level martial artist.

Wearing a bright red robe, sheathed the knife and began to sweep back continuously. Only when she was hundreds of miles away from the high mountain did she start to run forward.

Suddenly, Chen Pingan disappeared out of thin air.

In order to deliver this punch, Chen Pingan even had to quickly take off the two narrow knives and throw them away before his body disappeared while running forward.

Xiao Mo grasped the green bamboo stick in his hand a little bit, squinted his eyes and stood still.

Qingtong Yinshen's temple hair fluttered wantonly, his expression flustered, and he muttered to himself, his voice as thin as a mosquito.

The golden fallen leaves all over the ground not far away began to drift towards the same side.

Behind the big mountain, the white-haired old man who also climbed to the peak with his fists suddenly opened his eyes wide because there was no mountain in front of him.