Qing Tong, who was dragging his sleeves on the ground, was as if he was instantly shattered by a punch, and his body suddenly split into two.

Qingtong was no longer the extremely long sleeves and ethereal posture. A Yang Shen body appeared on the spot. He was an old man with a burly stature, his arms and muscles knotted, and his hair and beards were like snow, standing barefoot.

The old man showed a slightly surprised face, his feet were on the smooth ground like a mirror, and he withdrew straight for several feet before stopping his figure and shaking his wrists.

Only this subtle movement, which is not unusual, is like a dragon shaking its scales, a fist like a river flowing turbulently, and it shows a golden atmosphere visible to the naked eye. This old martial artist, who claims to be half a god, stands in the mist of incense like an immortal god.

This Qingtong who has tempered his physical toughness to the extreme, seems quite surprised at the moment. A pure martial artist who is only a level of restraint and vigor, especially a ten-level martial artist who has fallen from the first level of return, is so big. Strength?

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

Obviously, it was a very pure questioning.

That's right.

Is it possible that a sword cultivator who is not in the Yupu realm needs to ask a sword cultivator in the ascended realm?

It's not self-inflicted.

Standing in a bright red robe where Qingtong stood before, his sleeves fluttered, hunting and hunting, like the wind hitting his sleeves.

Compared with Qingtong's flowing fist and aggressive momentum, Chen Ping'an's fist is extremely restrained.

Qingtong didn't rush to do it, anyway, he didn't need to find him by himself. This guy, who is neither a man nor a ghost, would come to the door obediently by himself.

To put it bluntly, the realm gap between the two sides is there. Qingtong can stand still and take dozens of punches. When that time comes, it only needs to return a punch, and it's over.

Since the young man in front of him had no face, naturally he couldn't talk about the look and face.

Qingtong saw the other side bowed slightly.

Here comes.

Qing Tong squinted a pair of eyes, and slightly accelerated the speed of a mouthful of pure innocent energy in his body. After the mountains and rivers in the small world of the human body, there were bursts of anomalies, the thunder and lightning in the sky intertwined, and the mountains and rivers trembled.

This is still Qingtong's failure to truly rank among the gods, but it has a rudimentary form, to be precise, it's just an empty shell.

Once Takeo is truly at the top of the legendary end, the flesh is a pantheon, and Takeo’s pure innocence is the incense divine way that connects the heavens and the earth and leads to the temple.

I am God.

Qingtong relied on the accumulation of water milling efforts over the years, bit by bit, after a long time of fighting and physique, still has not laid the foundation, but can only use a clever shortcut to create an aerial loft.

The opponent's close route is an arc trajectory, swiftly moving, and the speed is so fast, it is simply a white horse crossing talisman, the afterimage dragged out is like a fire dragon.

Qing Tong still stood on the spot, just turned a little sideways, without evasive, stretched out a palm to resist the opponent's punch.

Under the collision of fists and palms, the world resembled a huge sound of Hong Zhong and Dalyu, and behind Qingtong's vast Taixu realm, suddenly there was an agitated and open ripples of fists, as large as a lake.

Qingtong grabbed the opponent's fist, suddenly lifted it up, and kicked it out.

But Qingtong had to change his mind, the hand that was always on the back, lightning went 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 front door heavily, and Qing Tong's figure fell back in an instant again.

Qing Tong wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, and there were faint tearing noises in the snow-white robe on her body.

Standing again in the bright red robe in the original position of Qingtong, one arm drooped straight, showing a penetrating twisting style. The shoulders moved slightly, the joints made a series of movements, and the whole arm quickly rotated, instantly returning to its original shape.

The snow-white old man pulled the corner of his mouth and hooked his fingers.

Come again.

The figures of the two sides suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly, and the two fisted together. There were countless afterimages, one bright red and the other snow-white, radiant, like a hundred flowers.

Qingtong has deliberately never really fought back, just parrying.

I took this opportunity to take a good look at how many kilograms a young hidden official who is about to be touted to the sky today is.

Qing Tong looked calm, head tilted back, avoiding a swept whip leg, and his body 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 palm, moved one step horizontally, and instantly stretched out a distance of more than a hundred meters, leaned one shoulder, and slammed the bright red robe away fiercely.

Chen Pingan fell to the ground in the distance.

Qing Tong sneered.

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

Although there is not the slightest decadence, and it is far from the end of the strong crossbow, if Chen Ping'an only has this speed and strength, then it is really difficult under the prestige.

Of course, this kid must still have some killer tricks at the bottom of the box, and he hasn't displayed it for the time being.

Qing Tong smiled and asked, "Do you want me to press down and feed the fist?"

Or is this guy satiated and braced, testing his martial arts level, physical strength, and skill?

Chen Ping'an still did not speak.

Qing Tong thought for a while, and began to take the initiative to move for the first time, a horizontal movement that was as fast as a thunder, and he left the place ten miles in an instant.

Unexpectedly, the bright red dress followed, Qingtong's snack was startled, smiled slightly, twisted his ankles, and appeared again ten miles away in an instant. Unexpectedly, the other party was still following, and Qingtong rose up from the ground. A white rainbow swiftly lifted into the air, and his figure was nearly 30% faster. As a result, Chen Ping’an still kept up, handed out a punch, and hit Qingtong’s eyebrows. He was replaced by a Jade Pure Realm Practitioner, or a Boundless Wufu. With this seemingly understatement, his head blossomed and he became a headless corpse on the spot.

Qing Tong only turned his head slightly, and then slapped his opponent's forehead with a slap again. With a sudden force, with a bang, a bright red robe leaned toward the ground, and a huge depression was smashed above the mirror.

It's just that when the opponent was knocked down, it was not completely useless. Qing Tong was a little annoyed, and put his fingers together, pressed one side of his cheek, and wiped off the blood.

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

Qing Tong said, strange things.

The other party obviously didn't force a sigh of pure true energy, but was able to turn back at a faster speed and handed a punch to himself.

Qing Tong tried to see the principle of this fist clearly, squinted his eyes, and for the first time showed a solemn expression, and began to carefully check the subtle flow of the fist, such as the trembling of the muscles and bones of the arm when Chen Ping'an handed the fist. The qi and blood travels, the expansion of the meridians, the ups and downs of these "mountains" and the rushing direction of the mountains and rivers fall in the eyes of the great master of martial arts. This kind of boxing theory and boxing technique hidden deep in the human body is the true foundation of pure martial arts.

After receiving five or six punches, Qing Tong still couldn't see the way of his fist clearly, but vaguely felt that Chen Ping'an's punch was profound and indescribable.

All in one go.

Because this punch is by no means a simple "repetition" of the same move.

Just like the description and resemblance, the fundamentals are two characters, and there are always some subtle differences.

The difference is a thousand miles away.

What's more weird is that the angle of Chen Ping'an's punches and the posture are obviously different.

But the flow of that pure innocence is like a river rushing to the sea, and the depth, width, and width of the river bed are the same. Responding to changes with the unchanging, the opposite is true, ever-changing, consistent.

Just like this punch, the entrance to the sea where the destination is located is the same.

Even Chen Ping'an, who delivered this fist, had the same spirit of Chen Ping'an, the same as the previous one, without the slightest deviation.

This made Qingtong not only surprised and shocked, but also a big surprise.

Can boxing be practiced like this? Can you pass fists like this?

After only a few dozen punches, Qingtong realized that something was wrong, how did he feel that there was no end to this punch?

Is Chen Ping'an able to keep punching as long as he can hold it?

The opponent not only superimposed his fists, but his figure in a bright red robe was getting faster and faster, tossing and turning, no longer losing to the shuddering mountains and rivers of an immortal.

The fist did not fail, and Qing Tong had already blasted dozens of winter thunders.

After the twentieth punch, Qingtong had to grit his teeth and retreat in one step. For the first time, he opened a serious old boxing frame, but it was very different from the current pile frame, with his fingers close together like a sword. Jue, the other hand, the five fingers pinch the Five Thunder Jue. Together with this fist, among the seven orifices of the same green face, each of them shines with a bright light, like the rays of the Beidou and Qiyao, when hushing, it is like a thunder in the wild, and the fist is shot out in no time. .

Exchange punches with Chen Pingan.

But still unable to interrupt the opponent's continuous punches, Qing Tong took another five punches one after another, but Qing Tong didn't idle either, hesitated slightly, only returned Chen Ping's two punches.

He really doesn’t believe in evil anymore. You Chen Ping’an is an imposing martial artist, with a physical toughness. You have suffered six punches in total. Adding Chen Ping’s fist, handing the fist itself will damage the Wufu’s physique. , I'm really not afraid that if I didn't fall, you would fall again? Falling from Guizhen is still in the tenth realm, but if it falls from the end to the top of the mountain?

Qingtong’s seven orifices all seeped blood, and it looks hideous, but the injury is not serious. However, the body is small and the movement is not small. A black dragon born from the aftertaste of pure qi, lies on the top of a mountain. When it rains and steams, another key acupuncture point, purple sky rises, among them is a big white snake as a dragon, a "flat square" above the huge head, a golden thunder seal carved on a white jade square like a character seal, Looming.

This is the great advantage of the Qi-trainer and the martial arts. As long as you pass the golden body, the two thresholds of the end, the sky, and many methods, you can cast a furnace and complement each other. It is difficult to distinguish between the magic and the fist. Don't.

The eyes of the tall old man once again had a vision, one golden and one silver, shining brightly, but the vision was fleeting.

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

Wearing a bright red robe in the mirror, his punches are exactly the same as Chen Pingan outside the mirror.

The person in the mirror is like asking Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping'an hardly needs to think about it, just closed his eyes, the mirror disappeared instantly, and the mirror was shattered in the next moment.

But the strange thing is that the "self" behind the mirror, that punch is not an illusion, but a real punch that continues to be delivered, but the route remains the same, which is slightly rigid.

Without any hesitation, Chen Ping'an speeded up the movement of the pure innocent energy again, his fist swelled up a bit, and his figure suddenly speeded up. For the first time, he used his left hand and wiped the "self" with a hand knife. Turn your head.

Qing Tong, who had already withdrawn from the battlefield far away, couldn't help but curse. He was so young that he was really hard-hearted.

It's right to think about it. At any rate, it is a sword repair that has grown step by step on the battlefield in the bones of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Chen Pingan stopped abruptly, hovering in the air, his figure rickety, his icy eyes flickered, and he continued to maintain the spirit of beating the drums. At the same time, he looked around and saw that Qingtong retreated at the same time he set up a handle. In the mirror, the dozen or so of themselves wearing bright red robes are still in the posture of the previous punch, rushing from all directions to Chen Ping An, who is located in the central area, the people are fake, but the punches are real.

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

Chen Pingan said silently in his heart, his bright red figure resembling a flower blooming suddenly.

In fact, he chose the most inferior method in Qingtong's eyes, as if he was an enemy of himself, and he was also fist-to-fist.

A dozen mirror images were shattered and sputtered almost at the same time, frantically scattered in all directions, and finally the sky was like a bright red rain.

For the first time, Chen Ping’an spoke with a hoarse voice, as if a grindstone and a knife were mutually forcing each other, and said in a deep voice: “The two sides ask the fist and learn the fist with the fist. But if you are a monk, you can move out of the mountain by means of skill. Fake this fist... I advise you not to do this."

Although these quirky mirror images that can imitate Chen Ping's and Quan Yi for a moment are extremely mysterious and look more like some kind of magical magical powers of a Qi practitioner, but they are indeed a kind of boxing move.

It's just that Qingtong is outside here, and sneaks a little hand and foot.

Qing Tong squeezed out an expression that was not smiling, and was somewhat embarrassed to be exposed by a junior on the spot of this unglamorous activity, "I can't hold back one, I will stop there."

He already had the innate advantage of a higher realm, and also used magic techniques to steal punches, which was indeed a bit outrageous.

Obviously, Qing Tong is still very relaxed in this questioning fist, and that masterful attitude with ease is not a fake.

The only problem was that Qingtong found that Chen Ping'an, who had not missed his punches, still seemed to be bottomless.

Fang Caiqing had the three punches, although he was far from trying his best, but it fell on the ordinary grandmaster, especially the pure martial artist outside of the monster clan, how could he be half-dead.

Or is it because the young hidden official with this attitude can't see anything unusual on the surface?

What's more, Qingtong couldn't help but whispered a little bit, just now the two sides exchanged punches so dangerously, this kid can actually separate extra attention and pay attention to all his subtle movements?

Qing Tong smiled and said, "The blank world is too boring, so I will set up a battlefield for fun."

In the blink of a finger, a city that appeared out of thin air, covering a vast area, might be comparable to the capital of the first dynasty of China's Divine Continent.

Qionglou and Yuyu are lined up in the city, and the city is dotted. Outside the city, there are still mountains stretching, rivers and rivers are thousands of miles, there is still a mountain rising suddenly in the plain area, the lonely mountain is high, and the sea of ​​clouds is the belt.

Qingtong stood on the ridge of a large hall. After holding one hand, he spread out the palm of the other hand, "Chen Ping An, I will only accompany you to play incense sticks."

The implication is that you are ready to make a serious move, not to help feed your fists anymore?

Seeing the violent but pitiful young man, Qingtong sneered. If the other party had not been a hermit and had the title of a disciple of Wensheng Guanmen, he was a meritorious person who took great care of the Confucian Temple, and there was also that. "Xiao Mo" goes with him.

You can't even see my real body today, let alone the previous fist that couldn't fight back.

If you lose the fist at the end, Chen Ping'an should give up, and leave obediently. In the future, both sides will go their own way even if the well water does not offend the river.

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

Of course, that kind of impulsiveness, why move half of the Great Wall of Jianqi here, this kind of detrimental activities that hurt the enemy by one thousand and eight hundred, and hurt others and disadvantage oneself, don't do it.

Qingtong's momentum changed completely, with a little tiptoe, and the hall under his feet was overwhelmed, instantly turning into dust and dust.

After the active punch, the bright red robe was used to block his hands, and the whole person was on the ground in the city. Later, a huge gully was cut in the city with his back.

The white-haired old man appeared on the street, walking by the gully, strolling leisurely in the courtyard, and asked in a leisurely manner: "Cao Ci and you were in the Gongdelin questioning session, he must have reserved it, specifically, how much strength he kept. ?"

The reason for this question is that it is not that Qingtong is deliberately disgusting, or that he looks down on Chen Ping'an's martial arts realm.

To be able to compare with Cao Ci is a kind of high-level look in itself.

Nowadays, it is not only Haoran World that thinks this way. In fact, except for Feisheng City, which is the only one in the colorful world, the other four worlds have such a view.

Chen Ping'an jumped out of the gully, and his robe was still slender and dusty.

The next movement made Qingtong want to laugh when he saw it, but Chen Ping An, who fell to the ground with a punch, jumped slightly, as if stretching his muscles and bones.

However, Qing Tong didn't laugh too much soon, not jealous of the other party, but a kind of anger.

Because Qingtong, who claimed to know a few big amulet, saw the bright red robe around, first the flames flickered and dotted, and then turned into ashes and floated away.

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

Relying on the aura of the remnants of the talisman, Qingtong, as an ascending master of the talisman, quickly deduced the common effects of the two talismans.

Used to slow down the body, not only increase the burden on the hands and feet, but also defeat the martial arts body with the body of a monk.

In the final analysis, this guy deliberately slowed down his punching!

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

Do you want to die?

It seems that the other party guessed Qingtong's mind. Although there was no word, Qingtong also guessed the other party's mind.

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

I don’t think so.

Qing Tong nodded, and it was not without reason that he hated these sword repairs.

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

Previously, Xiao Mo didn't want to stay in place and get in the way, so he flew out for more than a hundred miles, sat down cross-legged, and put the green bamboo staff horizontally on his knees.

As a trainer of Qi, Qingtong is a soaring realm, not much stronger.

Otherwise, if I met myself before, this young fellow would not close the door to thank guests, and just rush people.

The only thing that Xiao Mo is more interested in is the so-called "Meeting a few big symbols" at the end of Qingtong.

There is no definite number for the weight of his own son's fists and feet.

The first level of realm is the so-called discussion in the general sense. There are two kinds of them. One is to suppress the realm, the pressure is divided into several realms, and the other is to not suppress the realm at all.

Then the second level of realm needs to be distinguished, such as the previous questioning boxing with Pushan Huang Yiyun, erasing the half-catty talisman on the hands and feet.

However, the spectators who watched the game at that time still had not enough realm. On the contrary, it was Xiao Mo. Although he did not appear on the Zhanxian Peak, but on the Tsing Yi River Luobao Beach, Xiao Mo was still careful. In fact, the son did not erase it at the time. Of all the talisman, there are still about two to thirty percent of the talisman left, which is used to suppress the speed of punching.

It's just that Chen Ping'an moved too fast, something happened in an instant, so even Ye Yunyun didn't take it seriously.

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

This needs to involve Chen Pingan's mentality. In the end, it is to divide the victory or defeat with others, or to decide life and death.

Chen Ping’an and Cao Ci’s questioning punch from Gongdelin to the canopy of the Confucian Temple was probably the penultimate type. Although both sides had reservations, there was a gentleman’s agreement privately, each of which kept 20% of their strength. Under this premise, the questioning boxing was a hearty and heartfelt fight, each dedicated to their efforts.

Step by step.

Each step has a different landscape.

So today, here and now, Chen Ping'an is the last gesture.

Xiao Mo raised his eyes and looked over. On the battlefield, the son punched out, still pleasing the eyes as always.

Xiao Mo suddenly remembered something, but he just didn’t know if the Pushan Yuncaotang family, who was a qi-trainer, could also take into account martial arts, whether it had no relationship with this phoenix tree, or whether it was a kind of Qingtong." Open branches and loose leaves"?

In the distance, there was a small path out of thin air, covered with golden phoenix leaves, spreading towards Xiaomo like a spirit snake.

Qingtong was previously divided into two, without seeing the real body, the pure martial artist outside the body of the Yang Shen, is asking Chen Ping’an, and the Yin Shen is traveling far away. Walking on this small road, he is a handsome young man. , You are better than a beautiful woman, Eguan Bo belt, very good-looking.

Wearing a meticulously refined robe, the real thing is wearing the stars and wearing the moon, on the snow-white robe, there are faintly starlight visions, and a round of precious light and moon phases appear behind him.

When Qingtong’s Yinshen stopped and was only a few steps away from Xiaomo, twisted his fingers, lit a stick of incense, and started timing. Qingtong smiled and reminded: “Within two quarters of an hour, if Chen Ping’an can’t win me , It's about to see off the guests."

Xiao Mo nodded.

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

This youthful yin god, sitting cross-legged, accompanied Xiao Mo to look at the arena, and exclaimed: "It is very lucky to be reunited with fellow Daoists for ten thousand years. Don't come here without any problems."

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

It's just that in the eyes of Xiao Mo, his body is too rotten, and he has no reason to think of an unknown Taoist friend he met on the journey in the past years.

Ten thousand years ago, a hundred flowers blossomed, the sky was high and the earth was wide, unfettered, and the least lack of strange people

Strange thing.

Xiao Mo put away some distracting thoughts, smiled and said, "Of course it is lucky for you."

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

Because of the implied meaning of this fellow Daoist Xizhu, you have survived by luck, and I can live to this day by my true ability and swordsmanship.

Thousands of years ago, even the so-called earthly immortals and ilk of the so-called Taoist scholars were of similar realm, high or low skill, and strong or weak, but they were different from the mud.

Jian Xiu is a well-deserved first-class Taoist.

In the world at that time, like this ancestor of the phoenix tree, it was still just normal, indeed, very normal.

The reason is very simple, just talk about the vegetation, if the ancestors of all kinds, can you count them?

Just talk about how many mountains, rivers, and vegetation on earth were destroyed by the water-fire dispute? Countless.

It's like Xiao Mo, who once passed by the tree and just looked at it a few times. This is only because the tree was scorched in a big fire without dying, and the dead wood was rejuvenated in spring.

On this visit, if Xiao Mo wasn't by his side, fellow Daoist? Just a polite word. What kind of friendship is the Tao, the two parties are neither friends nor on the same road.

Therefore, this long-distance reunion after ten thousand years is like a son of a wealthy celebrity, sitting and chatting with an upstart who is suddenly wealthy.

Qing Tong shook his head and said, "If you can become a sword repairman, isn't it a kind of great fortune that you have never missed?"

"Look again at our genus of flowers and plants, no matter how lucky, even if the refining is successful, which one will become a sword repairer?"

"At the beginning of practice, resuscitation is not easy. It is the most difficult part of the spiritual beings. Just refining the form, not to mention that compared to the human race, only to say that it is better than you, there are Yuanshou, Yangzhi and the like, we are more than twice the result with half the effort. Before the training was successful, and because of the inability to move, in the face of all kinds of sudden natural and man-made disasters, otherwise the torso would only talk about the rudimentary Taoism and the suffering you suffered. Those who are blessed on the road of spiritual practice, don’t understand. ."

"Floods and floods, fires burning mountains, golden warfare, violent storms and rains, many disasters, and so on. Many of your three or two years of effort seem to be achieved overnight, and it is often the height of the road that we can't find in our lives. ."

In the end, Xiao Mo said, "I know what this does."

Qing was choked at the same time, this is the stinky virtue that has been sword repaired and will not change for thousands of years!

Xiao Mo glanced at the incense stick, and asked, "Half a **** has arrived? Is there such a saying as today in the martial arts?"

Qingtong smiled and said: "A person who travels a hundred miles is half way to ninety."

So Qing Tong didn't talk about his martial arts realm, but he was sincere and sincere.

Xiao Mo noticed the change in the other party's heartstrings, and sneered: "The real body dare not come here to talk about the old, so what kind of sincerity is there?"

Of course, Qing Tong is very clear about one of this fellow Daoist’s destiny, and it doesn’t matter if Xiao Mo will notice this little noise, but he still joked, "Friend Hi Zhu, follow the young hermit to travel the world for so long. It’s time to hear the phrase “Don’t listen to indecent assaults”."

This fellow Taoist who was called Xiaomo by Chen Ping'an, as one of the ancient great monsters who moved the world, of course has a real name, Mingyou. It is the same pronunciation as the later spider.

It’s just that these two characters are too uncommon, and as the years have changed, there have been several changes in fonts. Nowadays, in addition to the book "Shu Wen Jie Zi", there are also a few sentences similar to "Spread silk into a luo, make a net for food, profit In the sporadic records of "in the night", everything else has become a passing moment.

Qingtong knows a lot of feats about "Xiaomo". Apart from cultivating swords with swords and being good at catching and fighting each other, he once set up an ambush on one of the tracks of the "Tian Dao" in those two rounds of the sun and the moon. , Cyclically rise and fall, Xiao Mo will capture it, besieging it in the net... First swallow the bright moon, then catch the big sun, swallow that round of bright moon in the belly, has already begun to refine, making great movements, that bright moon The co-owner asked the blue bird to spread the word of the Heavenly Thunder Department, and then spread the word to the world, to **** the demon sword repairman who violated the sky to a execution platform to ask for the execution. How could Xiaomo wait to die and suffer a lot of Daotian Lei, also handed a lot of officials and gods under the Lei Department's Swordsmanship Division, and there are not a few human earth immortals attached to Lei Department. Anyway, this ascendant sword repair demon clan with both offensive and defensive capabilities will kill one if they encounter one. , When you meet a group, kill a group, that escape is simply a sword and practice.

In the end, the heavenly court was furious. It was rumored that not only was one of the twelve high-level gods of the Lei Department’s chief official, he wanted to capture Xiaomo in person in the lower realms, there would also be another high-level counterpart, but I don’t know why, but in the end it was a result of heavy thunder and little rain. , Nothing more. But after that, Xiao Mo also continued to converge. Of course, the so-called convergence was much. Compared with the previous lawlessness, rampant and unscrupulous, he accidentally bumped into the earth fairy in the hands of this great demon sword repairer, and ended up very badly. Miserable.

To be honest, Qingtong saw Xiao Mo again this time, the latter was so... restrained, so implicit in the sword, it was surprising.

Xiao Mo asked: "Why do fellow fellow Daoists have prejudices against me?"

Qing Tong asked in doubt: "When did I have a prejudice against you?"

Xiao Mo stretched out his hand and patted the green bamboo stick, smiled and said, "You don't have a big prejudice against Jian Xiu?"

My Xiao Mo is Jian Xiu.

Qingtong laughed dumbly and remained silent for a long time before revealing his heart. "You swordsmen, you can break the ten thousand magic with one sword, with your eyes above the top, unruly and bloodthirsty. You only care about your own swords, and you don't care about the world. Life and death, to treat the practice of the world's Taoists, dismissive of them."

Xiao Mo nodded, not denying this fact, and asked with a smile: "Have you ever suffered in the hands of Jian Xiu?"

Qingtong's face was gloomy when he heard the words, and it was obvious that an old thing in his mind was definitely not a happy thing.

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

Not a person who likes to listen to bitter words, nor is he willing to listen to that... last words.

Qingtong's body doesn't move at all, only twisting a piece of sycamore leaves with his fingers, like a wooden fan.

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

Those three young men later became the pinnacle of the human race, and it was Yuan Xiang, Guanzhao, Longjun.

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

Xiao Mo glanced at it. It was the ancient text, which roughly meant to record the great feats of the fight. He nodded and smiled: "It was something Yuanxiang did."

Because that Yuanxiang has a detached temperament and domineering, and has always been...the cheapest owe.

For example, going to Luobaotan to steal wine is also done in Yuanxiang. I endured it once or twice, and there was even a third time.

The point is that after Yuanxiang finished drinking, he still said it was not good.

Xiao Mo doesn't chop who he chops.

Only in the later battle of ascending to heaven, Yuan Xiang was also one of the human sword repairmen who went to death most generously.

Even before Yuan Xiang died, he could not see the gate of the old heaven. It is rumored that this person was fighting and fighting on the way to the sword.

This old sword repairer took the lead in ascending to the sky, getting higher and higher, except that he kept handing his sword, and the sword light was magnificent, and the sword repaired himself, silent and silent, as if he had never stopped. Three-character last words of the opening.

I die first.

To die resolutely is for the martyrs.

Xiao Mo asked: "Except for this personal grudge?"

Qing Tong sneered: "Later, there was a last sacrificial officer of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, who was sneaky, and he had been here before, and I still had a very unpleasant chat with me."

After this person quietly left the Great Wall of Jianqi, he did not go straight to the Lizhu Cave of Aquarius Island, but landed on Tongye Island first.

Qingtong once said a few words that were close to each other, and ended up with a similar fate 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 agree.

It's just that there is no need to talk about it with Xiao Mo in detail.

After that, there was a young man from outside the town who was not yet a sword repairman. From Fuyizong to the land of Tongyezhou, he carried a long sword called "Sword Qi Chang" at that time!

It is Chen Qingdu's saber that has been abandoned for many years.

Just like the old sword immortal of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, clearly separated by a world, he just warned Qingtong to protect the road for the young man without being conceited in such a way that he didn't need to go out himself.

Your **** Chen Qingdu, even if the young man named Chen carries the sword, it's okay to give me a word. Or with some easy little secret technique, you Chen Qing would say hello secretly to me, how difficult is it?

Back then, among the many human sword repairs, Chen Qing was not the best in aptitude, the speed of cultivation was not the fastest, and the rank of flying sword was not the highest, but it was this person in the end who reached the highest point of swordsmanship.

Moreover, Chen Qing is regarded as one of the best reputations compared to the defiant sword repairs of all ethnic groups. He has always been reticent and never causes trouble. He only practices swords diligently, rarely goes out and travels, and has a handful of long trips.

Only a series of facts later proved.

Those who have always been silent occasionally speak with thunder.

Xiao Mo tut and said, "My fellow fellow Daoist, what's the matter with you, is it congenital inconsistent with Jian Xiu?"

Qing Tong was non-committal about this. Looking at the battlefield, he asked curiously: "Are you not worried about Chen Ping An at all?"

Xiao Mo was silent.

The son is thoughtful and does not need outsiders to worry about.

Now Xiao Mo's only thought was to think about how to persuade the son after the fact to allow himself to express his sword in pain.

Not talking about his status as a dead man, only talking about obedience, they are almost incompetent.

Coming to Tongyezhou, especially after entering this place, Xiao Mo knew something a little bit.

No wonder Tongyezhou's Kendo Qiyun would be the least among the Haoran Nine Continents.

Regardless of the total number of sword repairs or the number of top sword repairs, this Tongyezhou can be called "shabby".

Of course, it is not to say that Qingtong's natural rejection of Jian Xiu can completely dominate the situation, creating a bleak pattern with a small number of sword immortals in front of him. Qingtong is a phoenix tree, and he really doesn't have this capability.

Just because it sits on a continent of mountains and rivers, it is imperceptible. Over time, the accumulation of less and more, the upward and downward effects, the impact is far-reaching.

In the end, the entire Tongyezhou, the sect, the monks, the hearts of the people, the time and the place, and the people began to tend and deviate, forming an active choice.

And the non-moving nest of a phoenix tree, and the closure of the entire Tongyezhou, like to close the door and sit in the well to watch the sky, it can be regarded as a kind of invisible avenue fit.

Generally speaking, it is a simple old saying that it is not that one family does not enter a family.

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

It's a pity that this fellow Bixiao Daoist has already gone to the Qingming world.

Otherwise, the son will be a lot smoother in Tongyezhou.

The azure yin god, while watching the battle, stretched out his hand to roll up a strand of hair on his temples, looked at the dust of the city, and asked with a smile: "Isn't he worried about his safety at the moment?"

Before, I only used the friendship of the landlord, which was a treat for Chen Ping'an, and the young hidden official was about to relax.

Qing Tong pretended to turn his head and closed his eyes, not looking at the plowing scene after the scarlet robe was knocked down the street.

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

A stick of incense, two quarters of an hour, will it be too difficult?

If Chen Ping'an fell into a state by accident and was carried back to Xiandu Mountain to participate in the Zongmen Ceremony, wouldn't it be great?

The old talent who had not been restored to the Confucian Temple for a long time, would he be reluctant to take care of himself, fake his own business for his own sake, and avenge his personal revenge?

In fact, the most jealous of Qingtong nowadays is not someone else, it is the literary sage of the three continents.

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "Only embroidered pillows who have not played a few games, and who have not really experienced the battle of life and death, will ask this...idiot question."

Then Xiao Mo added, "I'm sorry, I'm just discussing matters, not aiming at fellow daoists."

Qingtong chuckled.

Not underestimating the enemy, but at a certain height, after all, there are still upper limits and bottlenecks.

In particular, Chen Ping'an traveled through the barren world, and fell into a descent.

Otherwise, even if it is Cao Ci who is on his way in the martial arts, if he is only a layer of vigor and travels to this point, what can he do to the pure martial artist who has reached the top half?

Before that, Chen Pingan was at the gate of the Taipingshan site in Tongyezhou, where he was on the first level of dynamism, and he was the strongest before he went to the "mountain".

The momentum was great, the movement was great, and Qingtong's ears and eyes were well-versed, and he was aware of it at that time.

It’s just that Chen Ping’an and Han Yushu of the Wanyao Sect of Sanshan Blessed Land at that time, one relied on the magical powers of the flying sword, and the other relied on the talisman to form a small world. Qingtong did not dare to explore wantonly. Sitting there is Jiang Shangzhen from Yuguizong.

The territory of Tongyezhou is very large, almost equivalent to two Aquarius Continents, but the phoenix tree has been rooted here for thousands of years, just like in the depths of the earth, the fellow Xizhu Taoist learning that beside him has formed a spider web. A continent with vast mountains and rivers, ordinary wind and grass, don’t need it to know, it doesn’t bother to know, but as long as it is the kind of people and things that can make its heart tremble, Qingtong cherishes its own behavior, public and private. , Will try to find out.

For example, the stinky bull nose of the Taoist temple in the East China Sea had shot the sword-backed old ape. It knew it, but did not dare to mix it up from beginning to end. After all, Qingtong still has the identity of a town demon building, but there is no rest. Zhen Baize, inside the eight male town buildings, was so straightforward.

Fourteen realm monks are extremely rare at first, and count them, adding up a few worlds together, the mountain tops are just a handful.

And this very old veteran master is also the most famous among this small group of mountain monks on earth, the most notoriously unstable temperament, treacherous mind, and brilliant means.

Known as the most proud scholar in the world, Bai Ye, holding a fairy sword, is undoubtedly the most powerful. The undefeated golden body of the monk Shenqing is the first, and it is also recognized by several people in the world.

And the old Guanzhu’s supernatural powers are vast, seemingly untouched, but since he can share the same fame as the old blind man of the Shiwan Dashan Mountain, Bai Ye and Shenqing, the two fourteen realm great monks,

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

Just to talk about one thing, there are a few cultivators in the world who have been "asking" with Taoist ancestors for thousands of years?

And this Bixiao cave master, who once claimed to be "invincible from the cave, able to forgive others and not forgiving others", and now the little Mo in the yellow hat and blue shoes, is an extremely good fellow daoist.

This was a thing known to the world and the immortals thousands of years ago.

It is a kind of incense that can't be desired and envied.

It's not who clings to each other, it's just a kind of congeniality between the strong, and the great agreement.

Thinking of this, Qing Tong couldn't help sighing: "Little stranger, with your realm and identity, you can't go anywhere. Why don't you go to heaven and practice your sword, slowly get out of the fourteen realms, and then return to the world?"

Xiao Mo turned his head when he heard the words, stared in a daze, and asked, "You can call'Xiao Mo' too?"

Qingtong was silent for a moment.

As I said before, it was Chen Ping'an who was more serious in killing, not this ancient sword repairer who used the Xizhudao name.

But at this moment, it was instantly upside down.

It was just that Xiao Mo quickly ignored Qingtong, because Chen Ping'an removed all Fulus on the streets of the city for the first time.

Seeing this scene, this qingtongyin **** laughed suddenly, as if he couldn't help it. At first there was a bit of restraint, and then the laughter became irresistible. After all, he finally stopped his smile and lowered slightly. Head, stretched out a finger, wiped the corners of his eyes, laughed intermittently, straightened his face, coughed a few times, turned his head and said to Xiao Mo, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really feel funny, I can't help it. Forgive sins and forgive sins."

Xiao Mo didn't feel angry when he exposed this kind of heartfelt emotion to Qing Tong.

If you talk about the previous questioning boxing in the blank world, both sides are practicing, warming up, and discussing.

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

When the burly old man handed his fist, he unintentionally exposed a section of his arm, and dense golden talisman characters appeared on the top, which were actually engraved on the bones under the muscles.

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Qingtong’s entire arm is like being refined into a mountain of white bones, and on the cliffs, there are countless inscriptions on the cliffs, like fairy talismans, which are used to toughen the mountain and stabilize the peaks and mountains. In the end, one arm is a dragon vein. . In addition, the flesh and veins of the skin, on the contrary, look like some dispensable vassals.

A bright red robe was smashed into a tall city wall, his elbows opened the gravel, and he forcibly pulled himself out of the wall.

However, Chen Ping An’s forehead and chest were hit by Qing Tong in succession, but he did not hit the iron while it was hot, because Qing Tong, who had the upper hand in exchange for two punches, noticed that Chen Ping’s punch was unusual.

This punch is not too heavy, but the box is quite difficult. There are several key qi palaces in Qingtong's body, and the movement is not small, and on the arm of the seal carved talisman, there are hundreds of golden characters and a few talisman pictures. , Became dim and dull almost instantly, falling like ash and rustling.

After that, Qingtong became more cautious.

A touch of bright red wandering in the streets, a white rainbow will be much sharper, all in a straight line, straight to the bright red robe that looks like a fish scurrying, and the buildings are broken and exploded along the way, once it is caught by Qingtong If he succeeds, Chen Ping’an often smashes hundreds of feet, just like cutting out a door in a city. On the other hand, Qingtong, even if he gets a punch, is mostly staggered, and he will soon return to Chen Ping’an. Take color.

The only thing that was wrong, Qingtong found that Chen Pingan, together with the previous boxing move that could break the golden talisman, was always repeatedly using five boxing moves, like a kind of temporary holding Buddha's feet, from the earliest a little strange to the gradually Proficiency, growth in fist, can not be said to be a rapid advance, but with the same eyesight, it can be said that the change of the opponent's first and last punches, only the improvement in skills, can be said to be visible to the naked eye.

Qing Tong kicked the guy upside down for more than a hundred feet, and the young Wufu directly punched a wealthy mansion through his back. Under a big tree in the street outside the wall, the bright red robe gently touched the trunk with his elbow. , Stop the figure.

Along the brand-new road, Qing Tong slowly walked out of the hole in the wall, smiled and asked, "Create your own?"

If it weren't for the intent of these punches to be incomplete, it would be a good punch that the world is waiting for.

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

It is Cao Ci's five styles of boxing.

Before the Confucian Temple asked about fist, Cao Ci frankly said that he had created more than thirty kinds of fist moves, and less than half of them were used at that time.

Chen Pingan has imitated five of them today, the epiphany, the running water, and the dragon gossip. Lingjiu Mountain. Shenxiao.

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

Most of them cannot learn.

The handful of martial artists who were barely able to catch up with Cao Ci's back were not much better.

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

This kind of remarks may be arrogant to others, and it is inevitable that there is a bit of suspicion of condescending preaching.

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

Even Chen Pingan doesn't really want to learn these punches. The only use is to "change the way" to beat his body.

Different fist moves, fist techniques, and principles can sharpen the different boundaries of a person's physical body.

Qingtong laughed and said, "Is it also stealing punches?"

Chen Ping'an corrected: "Learning boxing."

Qing Tong wondered: "Is there a difference?"

When speaking, Qingtong's feet intertwined with thunder and lightning, such as pedaling two thunderboards, it is still a boxing method, but the effect is equivalent to the Xianjia shrinking ground method.

Qing Tong had already reached out his hand to hold down the forehead of the bright red robe, and ran forward all the way, and at the same time he delivered a punch quickly and hit the opponent's throat.

It doesn't matter whether you steal fist or learn fist, as an end martial artist, who can't?

With this fist, Qingtong is exactly like Chen Pingan’s drum-beating style. The five fingers of his right hand are like a hook, and he firmly presses down on that forehead. Although his right hand is like hitting a rapidly rotating millstone, even the five fingers ooze blood and a tiger’s mouth. After splitting, Qingtong's left hand is still punching, but I want to see if his bulging fist intent can support more than 20 punches, and the other party can carry a few punches, whether his fist intent is broken first. Or the opponent's physique was the first to show signs of cracking.

In the blink of an eye, Qingtong delivered nineteen unknown punches one after another, and both sides had already "walked out" several miles in the city.

During the period, Chen Ping'an suddenly accelerated the "retreat" figure three times, and Qing Tong followed the gourd to draw a scoop, just at the same speed as Chen Ping'an, like a cat teasing a mouse.

However, Qingtong had to admit that his nineteen punches were not light, but it was a pity that they didn't mean enough.

The exchanges between the masters of martial arts, learning boxing is simple and simple, it is easy to be like seven or eight fractals, but it is difficult to say that it is difficult to learn boxing, because it is difficult to get its essence, and it is difficult to accurately see through each other's pure mouth. The circulation route of true energy, and this path is like a fairy parent's doctrine with complicated text and obscure content. For the mountain realm, especially the end martial artist, if it is just a fist to learn a similar shape, then What's the point?

However, Qingtong is not discouraged at this moment, and it is a big deal that he will repeatedly practice hundreds of thousands of punches in the future, if hundreds of thousands are not enough, then millions of punches.

The world's boxing moves are all dead after all. Only the person who handed the fist is alive.

Qingtong stood still, and replaced Pure Zhenqi for the first time.

Both sides had left the city, Chen Ping'an fell to the ground in the distance like a broken kite.

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

Chen Ping'an stood up, took a deep breath, and exhaled a breath of despair, suddenly he seemed to have changed himself, from the old man who had not waved in the past to a young man with high spirits, and reached out his hand to his waist. The hilt of the narrow sword smiled and said: "If you only talk about the height of the boxing technique, it is really difficult for you to match the half god, or is it that you are the best at using weapons?"

With arms around his chest, Qing Tong smiled and said, "Even if I'm bare-handed, wouldn't it be more than enough to beat you?"

What's more, Qingtong didn't really put out his punches.

I was afraid that if one was not careful, he would hit the opponent heartily, and if he failed to hold his hand, he would beat the opponent down, or simply kill the opponent directly.

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

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "You seem to have forgotten to say, after two quarters of an hour, how do we count win or lose?"

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

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Of course."

Slowly pulled the Zhan Kan knife out of its sheath. The narrow knife was extremely long and bright as water.

Chen Ping'an opened his palm again, and actually grabbed the blade directly, and stretched out his hand. The sharp blade, if ordered, glowed with a weird and extremely colorful color.

Qingtong is slightly confused, is this okay? To be precise, the opponent is not cheating.

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

Qing Tong suddenly asked, "Is that really that Zhan Kan?"

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

Qingtong's heart was shaken.

Staring at the guy with the knife in both hands.

Qingtong smelled a dangerous breath.

Qingtong didn't underestimate the slightest thoughts anymore, and instead took the initiative to start another ancient boxing frame.

A majestic fist is actually like that monk's appearance, around Qingtong, a strange picture is revealed.

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

A headless man with his hands like a flute.

Only the upper body of the woman is left, stroking the qin, as if being cut off by a guqin.

Those with or without arms, there are Jiegu hanging on their sides, shaking their heads and shaking their heads, making a slap of Jiegu.

All kinds of strange shapes are incredible.

And what makes Qingtong most annoyed is the "execution" held by one of the legendary twelve high-level gods. Regarding this magic weapon, just the phrase "the one who is fortunate to see this blade is misfortune." Let Qingtong feel a kind of disgust and fear.

If it is said to be a slashing survey, it is only the genus who is the most overwhelming Flood Dragon.

Then this "execution" that has disappeared for thousands of years, after this life, I believe that no matter it is a pure martial artist or a cultivator, no one wants to see this blade with his own eyes.

Chen Ping’an walked forward, holding a knife in both hands, and one of the swords glowed with colorful colors, and the execution of the execution, on the side of the blade, was actually pitch black, as if opening up a too virtual boundary, especially at the tip of the knife, dragging An extremely slender glazed light beam was actually a horrible sight of some kind of sharp blade cutting through the long river of time, and that bright red robe did not rush and smiled, "Instead of waiting until I have been hit by countless knives, this pair The immortal is broken and severely damaged. It takes hundreds of years to repair it. At that time, Qing Tong’s predecessors will take out hand weapons to contend with it. Will it be too late? Isn’t the loss of face even greater? If it’s me, don’t pay attention to trivial things. Be pragmatic. Of course, winning this competition is the top priority."

The earth trembled violently, and thunder bursts deep in the ground. Chen Ping'an was no longer visible, and a large hole appeared at his feet.

The lute player with only his head and torso was broken with a single knife.

The headless flute player, with a flute on his body, flashes the light of the knife and turns into powder.

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

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

Chen Pingan seems to be in a situation where people go with their fists?

This should be a taboo of martial arts.

Qingtong had retreated to the top of the city, overlooking the sword-bearer outside the city.

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

Those visions are only half-truths condensed by fist and will not hurt Qing Tong's physique at all, but the guy in his sight made Qing Tong feel jealous for the second time.

For the first time, it was just execution of this external object.

This time, it was that person.

It's so weird.

Not the kind of blindly perverse, cruel, and tyrannical. But it is the kind of cold, dead silence, pure ruthlessness, and inaccurate.

It's like human nature has gone to the other extreme.

Qingtong didn't dare to take the slightest care, stretched out his hand, and condensed a huge weapon similar to a chop-saber, aquamarine, with seal-carved talisman layer upon layer, and the light circulated.

Standing on the top of the city, Qingtong held the knife in both hands, went around behind, the back of the knife was attached to his back, and sneered: "The blade has no eyes. If unfortunately, you lack arms and legs, don't blame the heavens and others. This is what you asked for. "

Chen Ping'an twisted his wrist lightly, and instantly shattered the graceful figure of the woman with the piano. He raised his head, looked at the white-haired old man, and said with a smile: "Tell you a truth, you are not a master at fighting."

The Qing Tong Yin **** who was watching the battle from a distance had always been quite leisurely. When Chen Ping'an pulled out the execution, he couldn't sit still, and then waited until Chen Ping'an made his move, and then forced the Yang Shen body back to On the top of the city, he threw away the golden leaf in his hand, turned his head and asked: "What's the matter?!"

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

Yin God and Yang God are connected with each other and can be regarded as one person.

Qing Tongyin Shen sighed, "It's hard to end the fight like this."

Xiao Mo was a little surprised, how he felt this Yin God was a bit unusual.

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

What anxious, this is just the beginning of the show.

In fact, Xiao Mo didn't know what the son thought about this questioning boxing, and how exactly he planned it.

Xiao Mo only knows one thing, the son hasn't really given a killer tip yet, which means that there is still a fight in this fight.

Because Chen Ping'an had leaked the details to Xiao Mo. There are only two moves to create your own boxing technique, which is connected with swordsmanship.

One of the punches, named "Pianyue" by Chen Ping'an, is the latter of the extremes of simplicity and complexity.

The first time he performed this fist was in Dali Capital City, to clean up the proud man of heaven who had almost caused a catastrophe.

The reason why Qi Practitioners are the least willing to provoke sword repair, the most troublesome aspect of Jian Xiu’s life, flying sword, is not only the arrogance and unreasonableness of one sword breaking ten thousand laws, but also that after flying sword hurts people, the remaining sword energy will last for a long time. Making waves and making waves will cause a kind of lasting damage and destruction to the small world of the human body.

This is the case with Cao Ci's "Eastern Flower", and Chen Ping'an's "Pian Yue" is even more true. If this punch is hit on an opponent, the fist will spread extremely quickly and concealed, just like in the enemy's Xiaotiandi Mountain and Hanoi, there will be countless The cliff carvings of Daoguihuafu are almost irreversible. What remains is the legacy of the avenue. If the injured want to repair, they can only grind away those stone carvings.

Xiao Mo glanced at the fallen sycamore leaves that Qingtong had discarded.

One leaf, one world, is a picture scroll similar to a horse-drawn picture, but it doesn't involve the long river of time.

Otherwise, if Qingtong could draw so much time and water, he would have been a cultivator of the fourteenth realm long ago.

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

This involves an allusion from many years ago. These two long-lasting ancestors did not appear out of thin air, but came into being.

According to the son, the former little master, who is now the saint of rites, had made some attempts.

I first met Auntie Feng in a fire temple in Dali Capital, because those Baihua Niangs made of ten thousand years of soil were sealed by Chen Ping’an. He guessed that the wine is a kind of tribute. "Speaking", he first mentioned a thread, talked about three tribute objects, and actively talked about the six palaces of the ghost mansion of Fengdu ghost mansion, and the great authority of Fangzhushan Qingjun. Dixian's thin book...In short, these are some "new" etiquette formulated by the ritual saints. Later, Chen Ping'an followed the vine and asked more inside information with his husband in private.

At the same time, Li Sheng had personally invited Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou. According to the secret secret revealed by Lu Chen, Chen Ping’an believed that Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou was willing to cooperate with Li Sheng in the era of "Tai Ping Huan Yu Zhi shou" when he erected a monument. Re-emergence to help the saint of rites re-order the sky, originally used specifically to target the world's ghosts. Chen Ping'an guessed that if the ritual saint’s move was successful and all-encompassing, it is estimated that there would be no subsequent battle to slay the dragon.

But this is not the most exaggerated place, the other thing that the husband said is the real shocking world.

There was once a chance to give birth to the Lord of Humanity in the world!

This is an extremely risky move, which is tantamount to a way out of the saint of rites.

And once it proves to be effective, then the status of the Confucian Confucian Temple may not rise but fall, but will take advantage of the trend to go down a step, just like the temple officials of later generations, assisting the monarch of the righteousness, and create a 10,000-year-old temple. Some Haiyan Qingping's life...

After that, Chen Ping’an went through the secret files in the Gongde Lin of the Confucian Temple. As expected, there was an unexpected gain. It was during that period that one of the masters of the Middle-earth Divine Continent once cut a leaf of tong leaf into a square shape and gave it to My younger brother, this is the so-called "Tongye Fengdi" and "One Leaf Fenghou" on the Confucian Temple Gongde Lin secret file. He founded the country on the bank of the big water named Fendu in Tongyezhou, the main tributary of Dadu at that time. There are Huihe and Shujiang. Today, the Buried River of the Daquan Dynasty and the Lin River are just one of the inconspicuous river sections and tributaries back then.

It is a pity that no matter what the reason is, the saint of rites failed to accomplish this after all.

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

Every time the blade hits, it is a torrential rain of sparks splashing all over, and the buildings on both sides are like falling leaves swept away by the autumn wind.

Qing Tongyin's face was solemn, and he was at a loss for his carefully crafted magic knife, which was of extremely high rank.

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

Qingtong was a little absent-minded, and replied casually: "True True Man Chunyang is a true Taoist man. His hometown is in the vast world, but the place of fame is the Qingming world, which is known as the number one golden pill. He once traveled. After passing the lotus root flower blessed land, and seeing the old master at first sight, the old Hao master Ni Yuanpin of the blessed land of the cloud cave, and later Yu Zhenyi, to a certain extent, imitated the real person of Chunyang."

There is an ancient chess record with a pure Yang Taoist, which is unknown and not widely spread. The wandering Taoist has a poem in the preface of the chess record, and he is invincible from the hole, and he has to be forgiving and forgiving.

Therefore, people of insight, according to the naming habits of many handed down copybooks, are known as "Lan Ke Pu", also known as "Chu Dong Pu". A full spectrum of nine chess principles, a total of thirty-six chess games.

It was a chess book compiled by the real person of Chunyang after he traveled to the blessed land of lotus roots. When the Taoist left the blessed land, the old Guanzhu seemed to appreciate the foreigner who was not high in his realm, and he personally sent his gift out of the country. , Tongyezhou's central boundary, which was later the Great Spring Dynasty Riding Crane City, and this was the site where the fairy riding a crane soared.

Like the red leaves in the ditch, it is often related to the poem. There are many poems in Haoran, and whenever they talk about Wutong, they are often related to wells.

For example, the introductory purple mandarin duck, Jinjing double phoenix tree. There are also similar trips to the country, but also a long dream. The parasol tree fell into the well, and a leaf flew into the Milky Way.

The gate of the lotus root flower blessed land is actually a well.

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

Inside the city, there was a battlefield where the dust was scattered.

The white-haired old man, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, especially the entire arm holding the knife, almost all muscles collapsed. The outer body of this young Yang God looked at the bright red man who stood up from the ruins and couldn't help but sigh. : "It's not a human being."

If this guy had lost the Yin God and the Yang God body for reasons of harmony, otherwise the three plus the double swords and the long sword hovering outside the city would be a tricky one.

Qing Tongyin God glanced at that stick of incense intentionally or unintentionally.

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "Is this a feng shui turn?"

Qing Tong changed the subject, "I didn't want to find old friends in the Qing Ming world?"

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

Qingtong hesitated to speak but stopped.

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

Qing Tong shook his head and said, "If there is no restriction on a stick of incense, and if you drag it on, Chen Ping'an will definitely lose even if he has those two knives."

Xiao Mo wondered: "Whose handwriting is for a stick of incense for two quarters of an hour?"

Qingtong is helpless.

Within the rules allowed by the Confucian Temple, some of the benefits related to the luck of mountains and rivers, the Qingtong Town Demon Tower and the detached Taoist Temple, both share the spoils in the same way.

However, Guandao Temple only "pins the tip", and on the side of the parasol tree, there is a bit of cold leftovers.

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

Because according to the deduction result of the wild army account, Zhong Kui was said to be equivalent to five fairyland sword repairs.

After the white ape succeeded, it was immediately returned to Taiping Mountain by the angry Lord Tian. He held the moon mirror and chased him for thousands of miles. The white ape was severely injured, and finally escaped to a broken dragon vein. The "young Taoist priests" of Taiping Mountain converged, and then they were easily found by the master of the old temple. In a summer resort called Fendu Dragon Palace, the master of old temple accidentally appeared and stood on the ruins of Suolongtai. It is similar to a kind of "family law service", which was the place where lynching was used in Dadu Longgong in the early years.

Among them, the white ape was thrown into the lotus flower blessed land by the old Taoist priest. He lost all his wisdom and had to practice again.

The young Taoist priests simply "did not agree with each other", and all their incomplete souls were removed from their bodies, and their skins were limp.

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

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

Call the old master of the predecessor.

As a result, on the side of the old Guanzhu, it became "You are a demon race, you keep calling my seniors, calling yourself juniors? Call me an old beast?"

It’s just that the remnant soul of this monster race is about one soul and four souls. The old Guanzhu did not have a sleeve to make it ashes. Instead, he opened a side to it, and deliberately left the hibiscus crown, and left it together. On the stage of the lock dragon.

However, he did not let the other party rush around, so that the spirit of this great demon was detained in the crown of the road, firmly nailed to the roots of the mountain in the prison site of Taiping Mountain.

Have not been able to get out of trouble so far.

The old Guanzhu also secretly shot, concealing the sky and crossing the sea with the sky-reaching means, which is equivalent to "reserving" a part of the mountain, water and air transport for the gathering of the Taiping Mountains, and will not completely disperse.

Otherwise, after that battle, the monks of Taiping Mountain would be dead, and the whole mountain top was broken everywhere, it was just a diabolo basket of dilapidated sieve.

Tongyezhou was vulnerable to a blow, and it was immediately occupied by the monster army. It was probably Wen Hai's careful show of favor to the old master, and did not move the crown or the Taiping Mountain. The site was opened as a mountain-water ferry. It was just a reward for the demon monk who had been hiding in the Haoran for many years, and for the real body where the rest of the soul was. The big demon on one side.

In fact, this is why the boundary of the Taipingshan site still has a lingering remnant Dao rhyme after the moon mirror is completely broken.

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

The old view master was on the dragon-locking platform, and certain words were "great rebelliousness." He heard the trembling of the young fellow's heart, but he couldn't help but listen, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to be a deaf person.

Obviously, he was forcibly pulled into a thief boat by that stinky old man.

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

Not daring to kill Chen Pingan is tantamount to missing a great opportunity.

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

The so-called futon of the stinky nose, of course, is the entire Guandao Temple, which is a blessed lotus root bordering the lotus cave sky.

As for why Chen Qingdu lent Chen Pingan's sword, Lao Guanzhu gave part of the truth at that time.

"The purpose is to transfer certain cause and effect to Chen Ping An's shoulders."

When he was young, he carried a sword on his back and went back to the Haoran World from the Hanging Mountain.

There is a town demon building in Tongyezhou, and enter the lotus roots blessed land.

The young hermit bears the real name of the great demon.

Hedao half the Great Wall of Jianqi.

One person defended the city, and luckily survived, see the sun again.

Time is also fate? Time yeah. One drink and one peck, is it natural?

Xiao Mo glanced at the incense stick, stretched out his hand to grab the trekking stick, and slowly stood up.

A stick of incense is about to burn out.

Qing Tong asked: "Should you be?"

Just breathed a sigh of relief, because the outcome was a foregone conclusion, but when Xiao Mo got up, Qing Tongyin God had to tighten his heartstrings again.

Is it because you want bad rules to choose to shoot?

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "You want something wrong."

The battlefield has already moved outside the city, and the two sides have replaced each other with a sigh of pure infurience.

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

I traveled many places with Xiao Mo. In addition to repeatedly practicing the sword light escape technique, Chen Ping’an, in addition to retreating in the cave of the Xiandu Mountain, is more like a real cultivator. He is indeed practicing seriously. As for the practice of martial arts and boxing, there are, and outsiders may think it is very simple, but when done, it is no different from ascending to the sky.

Half punch.

Repeatedly, only practice half punches.

But there is always no way, and it can even be said to be no way to enter. Since you can't even seem to look like a god, how can you talk about it?

And this half fist happened to be embedded in the mountains and rivers of Chen Pingan's body.

It was a half-punch of an eleventh realm martial artist.

A bright red robe was put into its sheath, and he began to sweep backwards, and only when he was hundreds of miles away from the high mountain, he began to rush forward.

Suddenly Chen Pingan's figure disappeared out of thin air.

In order to deliver this punch, Chen Ping'an even had to quickly take off two narrow knives and throw them away before his body dissipated.

Xiao Mo slightly grasped the green bamboo stick in his hand, squinted and stood still.

The hair of Qingtongyin God's temples fluttered wanton, his expression flustered, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito and flies.

Not far away, the ground covered with golden leaves began to drift towards the same side.

After the mountain, the white-haired old man who had also reached the peak with his fist, suddenly widened his eyes because there was no mountain in front of him.

(End of this chapter)