Whoops!

The old Confucian was extremely shocked, he stood up suddenly, ignored the falling of the ancient scroll, and looked at An Qisheng again, but it seemed like he had seen a ghost.

This, how is this possible? !

Qi is precious in purple, and it is extremely high in reaching the sky.

How expensive is this kind of gas?

Simply supreme!

Even in the vast Zhou Dynasty, there are few people who can have such arrogance, and even what he has seen in his life is still more expensive than this!

Even that adult is not so lucky.

Qi Luck, Qi Luck, obtained from the sky, nourished by people, through tempering, and achieved in Wenda.

Some people are born poor, some people are born rich, but even after the emperor, the generals and the three princes must be appointed, and only then can they have such luck!

Before becoming a position, it was nothing more than that.

The person in front of him is weak and eyesight. It is the fate of middle-aged people. Looking at the sea of ​​people, they are ordinary, how can they be so arrogant?

"Ok?"

An Qisheng snorted lightly, but he was a little surprised in his heart.

Can this old Confucian really spy on his fate?

He was astonished in his heart, and then calmed down. Between his thoughts, he covered his own arrogance and prevented outsiders from easily snooping.

He preached to various worlds, was honored several times, and had his own qi and gathered together. Although he did not care about numerology, it was obvious that this old Confucian was not like that.

What surprised him was not that the old man saw his arrogance, but the moment when the old Confucian spy on him made him feel a familiar aura.

"No, no."

The old Confucian stood stunned for a while, before returning to his senses.

Ignoring the surprised eyes of Gong Yangyan and Qiao Qier, he silently recited the magic formula in his heart and pointed it in front of his eyes.

Immediately, he looked at An Qisheng again, but he directly used the Confucian divine power 'Heaven and Man's Watching Qi Technique'!

hum~

The light between his eyes lit up and then went out, and went back and forth, repeating many times, until his face was as white as paper and he was shaky, and then it stopped.

'Could it be that just now, I was really dim-witted? Or is there something wrong with my Heaven and Man Wang Qi technique? ’

The old Confucian wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and then looked at An Qisheng, his heart was full of surprise.

Although he has never seen the extremely respectful purple qi that is like a pillar to the sky, he does not dare to underestimate the person in front of him.

The technique of looking at the qi of heaven and man is the top magical power of Confucianism. According to legend, the master used this technique to peer into the sky, which is better than the Shinto 'Qin Tian Jian', and the eyes of Buddhism.

"Life is thinner than paper, it's not bad."

An Qisheng nodded, the old Confucian said not bad, it is a pity that this Hongxuan Daoist has high ambitions, and he is already dead.

Unfortunately, that is the predecessor, not him...

"This fellow Daoist."

When the old Confucian was startled, Gong Yangyan couldn't help but feel anxious, took a step forward and cupped his hands: "I heard that Confucianism has two points of 'sage' and 'king', there are seventy-two veins, I don't know which vein Mr. Is the saint a king?"

Confucianism is not included in the Second Holy Land, the Three Emperor Dynasties, and the five major sects, but it is also one of the top major forces under it, which is even more terrifying.

Confucianism is the study of governing the world, not simply the way of practice.

Just as the Master taught the people at the side of King Yu in the past, among the three dynasties today, there are also Confucian people in high positions.

There are even legends that there is a Confucian great sage in the majestic imperial court above the six heavens, before the outer world!

Among all Taoist traditions, Confucianism has the latest origin and is now the most widespread.

Gong Yangyan also knew it.

The old Confucian ignored him, only glanced at him coldly, and then looked at An Qisheng, but for the first time handed over his hands and saluted:

"Your Excellency is not ordinary, there are many abruptness between Ye's words, please forgive me..."

The old Confucian took a deep breath and regained his composure, but there was no more joking, and he couldn't stop looking at it, but he couldn't break the origin of the person in front of him.

In my heart, I was amazed.

I never imagined that I would come across such a strange person on a whim while practicing the magical power of 'Wang Qi' in the downtown area.

"The old Confucian knows how to advance and retreat."

An Qisheng had some admiration in his heart, but this old Confucian knew how to advance and retreat, and his attitude was relaxed.

"Your Excellency, do it yourself, Ye Mou bids farewell."

After thinking about it, the old Confucian had no intention of staying, picked up the ancient scroll, handed it over, and was about to leave.

"Stay away, old man."

An Qisheng stopped him.

The cultivation atmosphere in this world is better than that of the human world, but practitioners are still rare, and if they see it, naturally they cannot be let go easily.

"Ok?"

The old Confucian stopped and raised his long eyebrows: "Can you still force the old man to stay?"

While speaking, the old Confucian blue shirt moved without wind, and his condensed air suddenly fell in the inner city. Under the invisible air pressure, pedestrians in the nearby streets suddenly felt palpitations.

"Naturally, you can't come when you say it, and leave when you say it."

An Qisheng's tone was somber, as if he didn't care about the lingering aura coming from the shop: "Even if it's a Confucianist, you have to tell a truth."

"Sect Master, Sect Master, just say a few words less."

He is not in a hurry, but Gong Yangyan's complexion has changed greatly, and his forehead is sweating. He doesn't believe that this old Confucian dares to take action in the city, but he has already seen that this old Confucian has also condensed into a great elixir, and his life expectancy is over a thousand years. characters.

In addition to being anxious, he was also shocked by the courage of his own sect master, and felt more and more incredible in his heart.

Does the owner of his family have some unknown trump card in his travels all these years?

Otherwise, how dare to provoke an existence that has become a Great Pill?

"You want to reason with me?"

The old Confucian was startled when he heard the words.

"What if it's reasonable?"

An Qisheng's eyelids drooped, and in the depths of his eyes, a light blue brand was looming.

This imprint is erratic, it seems that it is about to condense, and it seems that it will disappear completely in the next moment.

Most of the reason he talked to this old Confucian was for this brand.

Unlike Buddhism, which is independent of the world, Confucianism is deeply involved in the world, and it has been passed down from generation to generation, so it must have the most detailed information.

Not to mention finding his own Primordial Spirit fragment, it must be of great benefit for him to penetrate the secrets of this world.

He entered the inner city mostly because of this old Confucian.

huh~

There seemed to be a cold wind blowing, and Qiao Qier shrank his hands and feet unconsciously.

He looked around and was surprised to find that the pedestrians came and went as usual, and no one found abnormality in the shops.

But everyone avoided this place intentionally or unintentionally, and the nearest pedestrians were several dozen feet away.

Unspeakably weird and magical.

"Then you will learn your master skills!"

The old Confucian looked solemn, and when he raised his hand, his sleeves were rolled up: "It is inconvenient to use supernatural powers in the city, so Ye Mou will use these fists and feet to 'reason' with Your Excellency!"

"The door master..."

Gong Yangyan's face was not very good-looking, but he could only slowly back away, while whispering: "Confucianism and Taoism are divided into two schools, the inner saint and the outer king, this person, I am afraid it is the latter..."

"The truth is always in the palm of your hand!"

The old Confucian raised his eyebrows slightly, his blue shirt was hunting, his breath was transpiring, his body was surrounded by divine light, his five fingers slowly protruded, and he closed himself into a fist:

"This is the truth of my Confucianism!"

The words are sonorous, and the breath is full of breath.

At this time, the old Confucianism, but where is there a trace of the old state of the past?

It made Qiao Qi'er stunned when he saw it, but he never expected to be so reasonable...

"Confucian kingly way..."

Gong Yangyan sighed in his heart.

According to legend, tens of thousands of years ago, Confucianism experienced a shocking change. After that, the family was divided into two parts. Although they were both called Confucianism, they were hostile to each other.

The Confucian kingly way is the most powerful, and the means of killing are fierce. It is not inferior to the Taoist swordsman, and it is the most difficult type of monk.

It's normal to have a big fight if you don't agree, and there are even kings who go astray and enter the evil way.

He had seen this old Confucian speak softly before, but he didn't want to be the king of Confucianism.

"The truth is in the palm of your hand?"

An Qisheng chewed over this sentence, the Confucianism in this world is obviously different from Xuan Xing, more rough and more arrogant.

But he was not surprised.

Even in a world as 'gentle' as Xuanxing, the basis of reasoning is still strength, not to mention such a world where such great power is attributed to itself, and it is useless to kill.

If Confucianism and Taoism in this world were only based on words, they would have long since perished in the long river of history, how could it have been passed down for 50,000 years?

However, he was keenly aware that the root cause of this old Confucian's attitude change was the word 'reason'.

"I see that your muscles and bones are soft and soft, and if your cultivation is absent or not, it seems that you have serious injuries that have not healed..."

Standing under the tree, the old Confucian frowned when he saw the dark eyes of the Taoist in front of him: "I regret it now, it's still too late."

Not to mention the purple energy that Jinghong had seen before, even if it wasn't there, he didn't want to take action against someone who was obviously injured and disabled.

"The battle of words is naturally not as interesting as fists and swordsmen. I like it when it makes sense. But..."

An Qisheng spoke lightly and said in general, but the words turned around with him, looking at the sky above the rolling clouds:

"After all, we have to solve some things before we can reason with the old gentleman..."

"Ok?"

The old Confucian seemed to have noticed something, and his brows suddenly twitched.

boom!

The next moment, almost as soon as An Qisheng's voice fell, a loud voice rolled in!

The turbulent hurricane waves blew wildly from thousands of miles away, swept the billowing sea of ​​clouds, and pressed down, as if the sky was about to collapse.

This explosion sounded even more terrifying.

It was as if thousands of thunderbolts rang out over the Blue Mountain City at the same time, and instantly rolled over the inner and outer cities!

Hundreds of streets were in chaos for a while.

"what!"

"what happened?"

"A big monster is coming, run away!"

Some people panicked, some people looked up in shock, some practitioners' expressions changed drastically, and even more, they fell to the ground directly by the shock of the sound.

Those who shouted, cried and wailed, and looted while in chaos, were everywhere.

For a while, people turned their backs on their horses, and the whole city was in an uproar!

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"coming....."

Gong Yangyan tugged at the temples of the big donkey, and there was a strong hatred and fear on his face with deep ravines:

"Calling Thunder! Lin Baimei, it's Lin Baimei!"

boom!

The turbulent wind rolled like a tidal wave, with great momentum, but before it stopped for a long time, it was torn apart by an extremely splendid sword light!

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Like a fireball, like a light wheel, the moment it emerges, its rays of light have spread all over the city, all shadows have dissipated, and all noises have been extinguished.

"This is......"

"Sword Qi Thunder Sound!"