Looking at each other, they both agree.

Martial arts have reached the point where they see people no longer limited to skin appearance and bearing, but to see a person's god.

An Qisheng glanced at it, only to feel that under the majestic lion-like body of the old man, there was a rebellious mind, and his spirit was as straight as a nine-day Dapeng, publicized and domineering, fierce and arrogant.

As for Yan Kuangzu, this Taoist sat cross-legged, his divine intent was as bright as the sun, and he was magnificent without a trace of variegation. No matter whether he cultivated spiritually or spiritually, they were all harmonious and complete.

The body of the qi meridian can cultivate such a divine will, no less than the Kunpeng in the pool water, which surprised him.

Such a divine will, not to mention Taiyin Promise, is to follow the way of Sun Promise, I am afraid there is a 70% possibility.

No wonder he is so confident that he doesn't even care that he is on the side.

It is no wonder that it is difficult to even cut the divine veins. Such divine will has been infinitely approaching Taiyin Wuji, and there are only eight or nine people who can fight him on the weapon spectrum.

In this realm, there seems to be no difference between the success or failure of the divine veins.

"The name of Yan Kuangzu is well-deserved."

An Qisheng retracted his gaze.

Yan Kuangzu has no hostility, because no one in this world can bring a child to fight with him.

Pang Wanyang can't do it, and Yan Kuangzu can't do it.

He deceived himself into ten feet, which was considered a provocation for ordinary gods, but for him, it was a show of goodwill.

Because the world knows that he has an unparalleled physique and is tyrannical, the closer the distance, the greater the advantage to him.

"I don't want to retreat for three years, but there are people like Daoist brothers in the world."

Yan Kuangtu stood with his hands behind his back, sighing slightly.

He has gray hair, and his appearance is not impressive, not to mention ugly, and he is by no means handsome, but his every move has a natural beauty.

It seems that heaven and earth are cooperating with his every move.

Beside him, the young man kept looking at An Qisheng, as if curious about him.

An Qisheng just smiled and asked, "Brother Yan came from a long way, I don't know why?"

"It's quiet and thoughtful. Yan is a person who can't be idle. He went out of the retreat for three years. He was very happy to hear the story of the Taoist brother's defeat of the Dafeng court, so I came to see you."

Yan madman smiled slightly.

His relationship with the imperial court was extremely poor in his entire life. Before the establishment of Dalongmen, he had a lot of disputes with the imperial court, and it was not until after the establishment of Dalongmen that he restrained himself, but he also did not have a good impression of the imperial court.

On the contrary, for An Qisheng who acts like this, he naturally has a three-point favor.

"Brother Yan also seems to have a lot of dissatisfaction with the imperial court."

Hearing the dissatisfaction in his tone, An Qisheng shook his head slightly: "I heard that your Dalongmen is separated from Youzhou, and the officials of the imperial court, the county governors and generals, must obey your wishes, so why are you still dissatisfied with the imperial court?"

Although Yan Kuangtu has not been around in the martial arts for a long time, the Dalongmen faction has been firmly ranked among the top sects in the world after only a few decades. How could he not know?

Compared with the calm and low-key status of Huangjue Temple, Dalongmen acted more arrogantly, and all the large and small sects in Youzhou surrendered, but everyone in Youzhou, from the change of officials to the businessmen, had to pass the checkpoint of Dalongmen.

Youzhou is also the most peaceful state among the seventy-three states in Dafeng.

Whether it's a bandit or a rogue, a horse thief or a big robber, no one would dare to commit crimes in Youzhou!

Where is this sect, it is a country within a country.

"That's it, a certain person can't afford him. One person is a villain, but what is the court's arrogance?"

Speaking of the imperial court, Yan Kuangtu's face sank, and he asked:

"Brother, do you know how much Pang Wanyang, the number one in the magic way, has murdered in his life? How many people has Yan killed?"

"I don't know."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

"Pang Wanyang killed thousands of people in his lifetime. Yan is not talented, but he is ten times as good! However, the killing karma I wait for is not enough for the court to stun an official at will!"

Yan Fan's expression was indifferent and said:

"When I was a child, there was a great disaster in Youzhou. At that time, Yin Yingguang, the shepherd of Youzhou Prefecture, for the sake of promotion, concealed but did not report it, did not think about disaster relief, but only had fun. That's it, Youzhou Mountain Village is nearly empty!

To live for my brother, my mother boiled a pot of minced meat after my father died of starvation..."

"Uncle!"

But it was the young man who held his hand with a pale face.

This is not the first time he has heard these words, but every time he hears it, he shudders in his heart, unable to imagine the horror and despair at that time.

"Should kill!"

An Qisheng sighed lightly.

In the year of the real catastrophe, there are thousands of miles of bare earth, and there are many things that change children and eat, but can it be said that they are inherently vicious?

Between life and death, very few eminent monks and great virtues can see through, let alone the victims of disasters?

Sadly, in the year of catastrophe, the victims who starve to death the most are farmers, who have grown the most food, but still starve to death.

The crops of the land nourished by the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth in the long-floating world will never starve to death unless they encounter a catastrophe and tyrannical extortion.

"There's a lot to talk about."

Yan Kuangtu stopped talking about this matter, and instead said:

"Brother Dao may wish to cross the tribulation first."

"But it's not in a hurry, what's the harm in letting Lei wait for a while?"

An Qisheng's expression was calm, neither hurried nor slow.

Yan Kuangtu was a little surprised, the divine veins were so close and within reach, anyone else would have to cross that threshold first before talking about other things.

This monarchical Taoist can be so calm, which shows his state of mind.

He said so, the dark cloud that swallowed the thunder snake in the sky was not going to disperse, but the thunder also seemed to be contained but not released, as if it was maintaining a balance.

Let the young man slap his tongue when he saw it.

"Haha, yes, how can I let this **** wait for a while!"

Yan Kuangtu laughed, only to feel that although this person was warm, his temper was quite in line with his heart.

"Brother Yan is here to fight Pang Wanyang on February 2 next year, right?"

An Qisheng looked at Yan Kuangtu, although he was asking questions, he was already sure in his heart.

People like Yan Kuangzu, there are few things in the world that can arouse their interest. He claims to be a single husband, and naturally he does not put glory and wealth in his eyes. The pursuit of his life is nothing more than the way of heaven and man.

In today's world, the closest person to the Tao of Heaven and Man is naturally Pang Wanyang.

"That's it."

Yan Kuangzu nodded slightly, and did not hide:

"The merit has reached such a level as me, and we seek battles and battles, not for the outcome of battles, nor for the loyalty of people, but for the sublimation and elevation of the divine will between life and death, to capture the sympathy of qi in the dark. , in order to get a glimpse of the avenues of heaven and man.

In the world, only Pang Wanyang is the best opponent. It would be a pity to miss it. "

Martial arts practice to such a state, glory, wealth, wealth, power and beauty are all at your fingertips, but what you really pursue is not such a thing.

Only the Way of Heaven and Man is their pursuit.

In fact, as early as 20 years ago, he had climbed the Holy Mountain of Six Prisons, but at that time, when he saw Pang Wanyang, he turned his head and left, knowing that he was not an opponent.

It was not until this time that he cultivated Taiyin Promise, and the martial arts finally had no way to enter, so he went out and wanted to find him to fight to find out the last move.

"Is it a pity?"

An Qisheng just shook his head.

He naturally understands the pursuit of your divine veins, but it's just that he understands, but he doesn't agree.

The so-called Tao is nothing but seeking, why should it be entrusted to others?

Do you have to have a master of the same level to fight for life and death in order to be promoted?

If not, is there no way to get in?

"Daoist brother doesn't seem to agree?"

Yan madman slightly raised his eyebrows.

He is not a person with extraordinary looks, his face is ordinary, but as he raises his eyebrows, the whole person's bearing is completely different.

With his long eyebrows flying, he looks fierce and rebellious, but it's not because he has hostility in his heart, it's because of his heart.

"It's not that I disagree, it's just..."

An Qisheng smiled lightly:

"If I want to kill, it must be because I want to kill him, not to get anything. There is no need for others to reward foreign objects, let alone one's own way."

Yan Kuangtu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he heard the meaning of An Qisheng's words.

"Brother Dao's words are justified, but they are only reasonable. For example, Yixiu, although he was not a very good person two hundred years ago, he has survived for more than two hundred years, and he is a little smarter than I am now. Have you ever seen that trace of gas machine transformation?

The reason why he asked Pang Wanyang was because he only had this one chance.

But if it is like this, I may not be much stronger. The bottleneck is the bottleneck. I can't pass it for a period of time, and I may not pass it in three hundred years! "

Yan Fan smiled faintly:

"I'd rather be defeated than die. How can Yan, such a good man, survive?"

"Pang Wanyang's divine will came from his body that day, but the move was not exhausted, but the body of the sheep and snake could not carry all the essence of its style..."

Hearing this, An Qisheng didn't say much, and instead said:

"If Brother Yan fights against him, the odds of winning will not exceed 30%."

"Thirty percent?"

Hearing this, Yan Kuangtu was not annoyed, and nodded to himself:

"In my opinion, it's more than 30%. However, the fight will only be known after the fight."

"That's a good word."

An Qisheng sat cross-legged, but slowly raised his arm:

"This punch was the punch that Pang Wanyang made at the time. Unfortunately, this punch was not what I wanted, and it was probably about 70% to 80% of the meaning..."

huh~

As the voice drifted, An Qisheng slowly squeezed his fist and hit it.

Empty, ethereal, like a starry sky, a sky, and a falling meteor, seemingly slow, but in fact incredibly fast.

Almost as soon as the voice fell, the punch was like a mountain topping down, and the rumbling suppressed it away.

"Ok?"

The moment An Qisheng raised his arm, Yan Kuangtu was in a trance, as if the person in front of him was no longer a Daoist Wang Quan, but Pang Wanyang, who had been invincible on the holy mountain of the Six Prisons for decades.

"Good punch!"

Yan Kuangtu flicked his hand, and the young man exclaimed and was blocked in his mouth, but he was thrown far into the air.

At the same time, a long whistle like an eagle's roar pierced through the sky.

It's only ten feet, and you can pass it with a finger.

How fast is An Qisheng's punch?

At the same time that Yan Kuang pushed the boy away, he was already far beyond Yan Kuang's disciple.

Just a moment, that layer of protective qi has been pierced by fist marks.

At this time, it was also when Yan Kuangshu let out a long howl.

Facing the rumbling punch, he slapped his arm and threw it at a strange angle.

boom!

Two punches, one vomit, and one retraction at the same time~lightnovelpub.net~ never really collided, but the airflow in the entire courtyard has been blown up at once, like a tornado rising into the air.

huh~

An Qisheng sat still, the airflow was withdrawn, and the punch was spontaneously received, but it was only a moment.

Yan Kuangzu stood still and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was comprehending.

He didn't open his eyes until the boy who screamed 'woo woo wah' fell down, and reached out to catch the boy.

He looked at An Qisheng, and his light was shining brightly:

"Seventy percent?"

An Qisheng shook his head: "70% of the unfinished punch."

Yan Kuang raised his eyebrows and smiled:

"You can still touch it!"

An Qisheng smiled without saying a word, closed his eyes slightly, and turned his heart to the sky.

Boom!

In the next moment, the thunder of the dragon and snake rumbled along with the heavy rain!