Wanjie Dream Harvester

Chapter 201 Chapter 59-63 [Wind and Cloud] Boy, get lost! (five in one chapter)
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Chen Hengzhi was in a good mood, and called softly: "System!"

Brush~~!

A blue light curtain appeared in front of him.

Chen Hengzhi directly opened the personal attribute panel.

[Host]: Chen Hengzhi

【Sex: Male

【Age】: 25/1500
[Boundary]: The third-order longevity realm golden core stage
[Cultivation Method]: Eternal Dao·Third Level

[Skill]: Eternal Way

[Supernatural Powers]: Small Five Elements Supernatural Powers

[Personal possessions]: Gentleman's Twin Swords, Temple of War, 0.8 squares of human luck, Tianxing, Chuanguo Yuxi, Jinsijia, four strange stones, etc.
"What the hell? One thousand and five hundred years of life? Labor and management have become bastards? Not bad, not bad!"

Chen Hengzhi looked at the age column, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed.

As the saying goes, a thousand-year king has an 8-year turtle!
Thousands of years, that is really too long, it is exciting to think about it.

Think about it, if the whole of China is counted from the beginning of the first emperor proclaiming the emperor, it has gone through 422 emperors, thirteen dynasties, and more than 200 years to modern times.

But no matter how hard Chen Hengzhi works, he can start from Qin Shihuang and live in modern society.

As for the research on the four strange stones, there has already been a little bit of continuation. However, he has not been promoted to the Jindan stage before, so he is not capable enough.

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Duan Lang met the middle-aged man's eyes, and after suffering a small loss, he secretly heightened his vigilance.

"The ship is here, the ship is here!"

Seeing the boat arrive at the wharf, the boat docked, and the people waiting for the boat on the shore all walked towards the boat. Only Duan Lang sat on the back of the beast, focused on guard, and remained motionless.

In his heart, he knew that what Master said was true, there are countless people in the world who are crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and hidden masters.

At the same time, the eagerness on his face was palpable. As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. Before he was hit with a bloody head, how would he know what it means to be dangerous in the world and have a bad heart.

Leading the young man in white, the middle-aged man walked off the boat slowly. He looked at the Huolin sword in Duanlang's hand, and seemed to sense something, and then he couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"Boater! Don't go, wait for us"

A burst of hasty shouts came from a distance.

Afterwards, a group of shabby-clothed refugees hurried over on the official road, about four or five young and middle-aged men, guarding a dozen old and weak women and children, rushing to the pier in a hurry.

All of these people were pale and emaciated, as if they were fleeing famine, more like they were fleeing disaster.

Sure enough, before they reached the shore, there was a rush of hoofbeats from behind, and dozens of fast horses caught up to the group of people in the blink of an eye, full of murderous intent.

"Not good! Run quickly, people from the Tianxiahui are chasing you!"

The crowd immediately became chaotic, and before they had time to reach the shore, more than a dozen members of the Tianxiahui had already chased after them on horseback.

Among the dozen or so riders who came after him, the leader was a tall, bald man.

The man looked ferocious and shouted loudly, "Run, why don't you run away?"

"Dare to disobey the orders of the Tianxiahui and refuse to pay the taxes, what a daring heart?"

"My lord, please forgive me. The villain didn't intend to disobey the order of the Tianxiahui. It's just that the field has suffered a severe drought this year and the harvest is not good. The villain really can't pay the taxes. I beg you, please let us go. I beg you... !"

Seeing that he was being overtaken, an old man in the fleeing team couldn't help begging for mercy.

However, before he finished speaking, a long knife with a cold light had already pierced into his chest.

When Duanlang saw this scene, his canthus burst into tears, and he shouted loudly: "Good thief, stop!"

With a thought in his mind, he steered the beast under his crotch to turn around and rushed forward. At the same time, his hands kept moving, and he held the Fire Qi Sword high in his hand, and cast skills:
"Lightning technique!"

There was a thunderclap in the clear sky, and a thunderbolt appeared out of thin air, and landed on the head of the bald man who drew the knife. "Boom!", the bald man was smashed into coke by the strong lightning without even making a scream.

"what!"

The refugees were even more panicked, crying loudly.

"Who dares to intervene in the affairs of my Tianxiahui?"

Although the rest of the Tianxiahui gang members were a little flustered by the big changes, they quickly organized their teams, and someone immediately spotted the rushing Duanlang.

Their words were full of shock and anger. Although the thunder technique Duan Lang had just performed was extraordinary, they were relying on the support of the world, so they obviously didn't have much fear.

With a shout, they went up to meet him.

Not far away, when Duanlang cast the thunder and lightning technique, the middle-aged man and the young man in white who had just landed were stunned for a moment.

The young man asked: "Master, what kind of martial art is this? That young man can control the enemy with thunder and lightning."

The middle-aged man stared at Duanlang, frowning slightly. After a long time, he shook his head and replied softly: "There are so many strange people in the world, even a teacher can't know them all."

Holding the sword in his hand, the young man looked eager to try: "Master, do we want to intervene in this matter?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "Don't worry, let's take a look first and then... damn it!"

While the two were talking, the situation in the field suddenly changed.

But after Duanlang raised his sword and swung a lightning spell, he rushed forward, and those knights rode their horses to meet him.

His eyes were full of anger, and he was merciless in his strikes. He swung his long sword repeatedly, and cast skills one after another without stopping:

"firewall!"

"Ice Roar!"

"Exploding flames!"

"Hell Lightning!"

"Group poisoning!"

"Resist the Ring of Fire!"

"Flash Movie!"

The horse speeded up and sprinted, and the distance was less than ten feet away, but it was like a natural moat to the members of the Tianxiahui.

Although these gang members are elite, they only bully ordinary people relatively speaking. A dozen or so of them are enough to slaughter a medium-sized village with hundreds of people without any damage.

For Duanlang, the newly promoted grandmaster-level chick, he kept in mind the instructions taught by Chen Hengzhi, such as "a lion fights a rabbit with all his strength" and "never underestimate the enemy".

He was afraid that the boat would capsize in the gutter, these miscellaneous soldiers hid peerless masters, and released a series of skills.

These poor members of the Tianxia Hui Gang were attacked by the "wall of fire" as soon as they sprinted, and their hair was burned until their hair was burning. Before they could break out of the "wall of fire", the oncoming "roar of ice" taught them what ice and fire meant. Two days.

The subsequent series of attacking skills completely sent them to the underworld.

This series of cool skills seems to be very long, but it is only completed in a breath. In just a few breaths, the battle is completed. No, it should be said that Duan Lang massacres everyone in the world.

After a while, the wall of fire disappeared, and there was only a pile of black ash on the ground. Even the people and horses were burned, and no corpses remained.

Duanlang drove the divine beast close to him. With a wave of his hand, he used a "healing technique" and landed on the old man. Silks of green light surrounded the old man, circled twice, and then disappeared into his body.

The old man who had been stabbed in the chest and was seriously injured was already on the verge of death. Even a famous doctor could not save him when he was dying.

However, under Duanlang's healing, the terrifying wound on his chest, which was about a foot long, changed dramatically.

The wound that was originally bloody and bloody immediately stopped bleeding after the "healing technique" fell, and at the same time, the blood and flesh flew, and the wound closed automatically and slowly healed.

After a while, the old man whose face was pale due to excessive blood loss immediately turned rosy and regained his vitality.

He woke up leisurely, with a confused look on his face: "Old man...has this old man arrived in the underworld?"

All I saw was that the master and the apprentice were swearing: "Damn!"

It just makes people dumbfounded. This really subverts people's three views.

Seeing this, the many refugees who were rescued knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and shouted again and again: "The gods come to the world, save the suffering!"

Someone reminded the old man: "Old Zhangtou, it was the gods who personally performed the magic and saved you, we have all seen it with our own eyes. "

Old Man Zhang glanced at everyone in confusion. After a long time, he stood up and knelt down. He bowed to the ground and thanked: "Old Man Zhang, thank you for saving your life!"

"Is this saving someone's life better than building a seven-level pagoda?"

Seeing this scene, Duanlang was extremely excited.

He suppressed the emotions in his heart, and said with a smile on his face: "Folks, please get up quickly, my name is Duanlang, and I am not a fairy, just an ordinary practitioner."

When the refugees heard what Duan Lang said, they all looked at each other and didn't know how to answer. At this moment, a young man in the crowd suddenly stood up and asked in surprise: "Duan Lang? Sir, did you say your name is Duan Lang?"

Duanlang nodded and said, "Yes, my name is Duanlang. Why, does this brother know me?"

The young man looked excited and asked again: "Excuse me, are you practicing on Leshan?"

The old man next to the young man tugged at his sleeve, but the young man ignored it.

"That's right, I have been practicing with Master on the mountain before, and today I am a teacher, so I can travel down the mountain."

Duanlang didn't know why, but he still answered truthfully.

Upon hearing this, the young man immediately said loudly: "Master Duan, the villain is Zhang San, do you remember? We are all villagers from Zhangjia Village at the foot of the mountain."

Duanlang frowned, and then suddenly realized: "It turned out to be you, I remembered, before I started to practice, the children in the village bullied me and called me a motherless wild child, among them, you Zhang San is the leader, am I right?"

The young man, that is, Zhang San, changed his face drastically when he heard the words. He gritted his teeth, knelt down, and slapped himself with both hands, with a "slap", and slapped him more than a dozen times in a blink of an eye, and both faces were swollen. up.

Duan Lang waved his hand, feeling bored, said: "Forget it, I don't care about the past with you, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Hearing this, Zhang San kowtowed violently and shouted: "Young Master Duan, the villain is a pariah. Naturally, he is not as noble as the young master. If the young master is still not satisfied, the villain... the villain will pay with his life."

"It's just... I just beg you, Mr. Duan, to be merciful and merciful, to save the folks, we have no way to survive!"

Only then did the refugees come to their senses and understood Zhang San's good intentions. They all knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and shouted in unison:
"Please sir, please be merciful and save our lives!"

"Please sir, please be merciful and save our lives!"

"Please sir, please be merciful and save our lives!"

Sitting on the back of the divine beast, Duanlang's face changed slightly, and with a wave of his sleeve, a surge of true energy burst out, helping everyone who was kneeling on the ground to stand up.

He said in a gentle voice: "Folks, there is no need to be so generous! If you have any difficulties, just tell me, and I must be obliged to help if I can help."

Turning to look at Zhang San, he said: "Brother Zhang San, let the past be the past."

Afterwards, he watched everyone kowtow to their bloody foreheads, swung the long sword in his hand, and released a "group healing technique", which landed on everyone.

Immediately, the wounds on everyone's bodies scabbed and healed.

Everyone discussed and discussed for a while and let Zhang San do the talking.

Zhang San walked to the front, and said in a respectful voice: "Thanks to Mr. Duan for not caring about the past, the villain is very grateful."

"Master Duan must have seen what happened just now. Since the year before last, the Tianxiahui has taken over the management of Leshan Mansion, levying heavy taxes, and the villagers are miserable."

"Nowadays, little people are driven to the point of dying."

"I beg Mr. Duan to be merciful and save us."

Hearing this, Duan Lang's face was not very good-looking. Although he lived on the mountainside and had little contact with the villagers at the foot of the mountain, he could still be regarded as a fellow villager.

Right now, these villagers have been oppressed to this point, which is tantamount to slapping Duanlang in the face.

My uncle can bear it, but my aunt can't bear it.

With a cold face, he shouted: "What kind of power will the world be?"

"Tianxiahui is the first-class force in the world!"

At this time, a thick voice came.

Duan Lang turned around and saw that the person who made the noise was the middle-aged man in black who got off the boat before.

He jumped off the back of the beast, stood on the ground, raised his hands and asked, "What you just said is true?"

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The two master and apprentice were stunned when they saw Duanlang's series of incomparably cool skills.

The middle-aged man frowned, feeling quite displeased with Duanlang's cruelty.

Afterwards, seeing Duan Lang rescue the old man Zhang, the middle-aged man's expression paled, and he secretly thought that this man was not a bad person.

But what happened next was quite dramatic. It turned out that the two of them were actually from the same hometown.

And Duanlang's every move was seen by the middle-aged man, and he couldn't help admiring him, he showed both kindness and power, and his advances and retreats were measured. Although he was a little immature, he was also generous.

In contrast, his own disciples were comparing themselves to each other, which was so irritating that there was no comparison at all.

If the disciple is so outstanding, what kind of demeanor is his master?

But he heard Duanlang report his family name, and knew that Duanlang also had a more unpredictable elder.

As a result, the middle-aged man can't help but feel good about Duanlang, and wants to make friends with him.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man greeted, and walked forward with the boy in white.

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Hearing Duanlang's question, the middle-aged man nodded: "That's right, Xiongba, the leader of the Tianxiahui, rose up ten years ago. The first gang dominates northern China."

Duanlang heard that this person was very familiar with the situation of the Tianxiahui, presumably he must be a well-known figure in the Jianghu.

He cupped his fists in greeting and said, "Duanlang Xia, did you not ask this friend Gao's name?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand with a desolate expression: "It's just a nobody in the world, and a humble name is not worth mentioning, and it will spoil your sage's hearing."

A gleam flashed in Duanlang's eyes, sensing the fleeting misery of the other party, he stared straight at the middle-aged man with scorching eyes, and tentatively said: "If Duan's guess is correct, you are Wulin Mythology Wuming Senior?"

Nameless, martial arts mythology, Heavenly Sword is nameless.

According to the legend, he once defeated the sword master, and even single-handedly killed the legendary master of the top ten sects in the Central Plains and nearly wiped out them.

Even after ten years of disappearing in the rivers and lakes, it is still remembered by countless people, and it still makes countless people terrified!
Previously, when he was on the mountain, Chen Hengzhi had introduced Wuming's situation to Duanlang, saying that although this person's martial arts were superb, he was already half useless and pedantic, so there was nothing to worry about.

The middle-aged man said calmly: "I'm afraid Duan Shaoxia has admitted the wrong person. Wuming has been dead for many years, and the old man is just a nameless person."

Duan Lang laughed loudly: "It seems that what Master said is right, the Heavenly Sword has no name and only a person with a false name. Back then, you killed the people who scared the world. In the end, your wife died innocently, and you lived with guilt for the rest of your life. Your life was miserable and miserable. , in my opinion, pedantic and unreliable."

Before the middle-aged man could make a sound, the expression of the young man in white behind him changed drastically, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and he said coldly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Duanlang crossed his arms, looked at the long sword in the white boy's hand, and sneered, "This is the sword of righteousness that is famous all over the world—the hero's sword. It's a pity, it's not a human being!"

Then, he looked at the villagers and said warmly: "Folks, please go back first. I will take care of this matter."

"Young Master Laoduan, I will thank you!"

Zhang San and the villagers heard his answer, although half-believed, but saw that the atmosphere in the field was a bit wrong, so they dared to stay. They subconsciously bowed and left in response, not daring to stay for a while.

The young man in white heard him humiliating his master again and again, how could he hold back, he waved the hero sword in his hand, and a sword energy flew out, rushing straight towards the broken waves.

"Morning..."

The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, and he shouted. Then, he took another step, his figure moved in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared beside Duan Lang, waving away his sword energy.

Duanlang clicked his tongue in surprise, and said in a tone of senior master, "Look, you have not mastered the cultivation of your mind. You get angry when I say a few words, and you draw your sword to hurt others. You are not prudent at all!"

The middle-aged man's face is not good-looking, and he is considered broad-minded if he is pointed at the nose by a junior and scolded Sang Huai.

He looked at the boy in white, and said in a tone of hatred, "Chen'er, you have let me down so much!"

The young man in white lowered his head and pursed his lips: "Master..."

The middle-aged man gave him a cold look, turned around and said apologetically: "Brother Duan, the villain is naughty. I will teach him a lesson when I get back. Please forgive me, little brother."

Duanlang looked indifferent: "It's okay, kid, I forgive him!"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "It's just that with your martial arts skills, Young Master Duan, it's not difficult to drive them away. Why do you have to do something so cruel?"

"Is the nameless senior complaining for them?"

Hearing the words, Duanlang stared straight into his eyes, with a fighting spirit, and sneered, "Or is it that senior wants to stand up for them?"

"The so-called mercy is to be spared!"

The middle-aged man didn't seem to notice his fighting spirit, he still had a calm expression, shook his head and said: "Although the helpers of the Tianxiahui are misbehaving, the old man feels that as long as small punishments and big warnings are enough, There's no need to go on a killing spree."

"Pedantic! Stop killing with killing, and stop evil with evil is the kingly way!"

Duan Lang sneered: "It's thanks to your excellent martial arts that you have such an idea, otherwise, the grass on the grave would already be three feet high."

Afterwards, he waved his hand: "Forget it, if we don't agree with each other, why should I tell you this? It's a waste of time."

Duanlang knew that he would never wake up a person who pretended to be asleep.

If Wuming was so persuasive, he wouldn't have such a temper.

Duanlang has self-knowledge, he doesn't have such great ability, and he doesn't want to wake up Wuming.

They are not related to each other and have no reason. Does your nameless life or death have anything to do with me?
Shaking his head, Duanlang turned around and prepared to mount the divine beast.

At this time, Wuming stopped him: "Brother Duan, please wait a moment."

Duan Lang turned around, his eyes twitched: "What, Senior Wuming, do you have any advice?"

He has already seen that Wuming has no fighting spirit, otherwise, Duanlang would not mind fighting him to see how capable this so-called Jianghu myth is.

The so-called newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, which means breaking the waves.

"I don't dare to teach you. Brother Duan has stepped into the realm of a master at a young age, and he can be regarded as a top master in this arena! It is extremely admirable."

Wuming laughed uncontrollably and said, "Just now I overheard Brother Duan saying that your respected master is practicing in seclusion not far away. I feel respectful and want to visit your respected master in person. Therefore, I asked my little brother to introduce you to him."

"Visit Master?"

Duanlang muttered, his face was a little unnatural, he shook his head violently: "I just came down the mountain, so I don't want to go back."

He thought for a while, "Ah!" and patted his forehead: "Well, I'll send Linghe a letter to Master, and ask him to make a decision."

Under the staring eyes of the middle-aged man, Duanlang took out the baggage he was carrying behind his back, rummaged through it for a while, and took out a yellow...yellow talisman?
Then, he saw a miraculous scene.

Duan Lang kept folding his hands and folded it a few times, and the yellow talisman turned into a thousand paper cranes. He held the paper crane in his left hand, and made a formula with his right hand. While muttering something, a luminescence flashed on his fingertips, and he tapped on the paper crane. .

In the glowing glow, the paper crane actually came alive...it came alive.

The paper crane spread its wings, as if it was not used to it, and flew up after a few times, hovering in front of Duan Lang's eyes.

Duan Lang said a few words softly, the paper crane seemed to be intelligent, nodded, its wings beat faster, soared into the sky, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into the sky.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, his three views were shattered!
What the hell are these paper cranes that appear in the world of martial arts?

Duan Lang seemed very satisfied with the middle-aged man's expression, raised his head high, and said, "This is the technique of flying a crane to send a letter created by my teacher. It can be reached within a thousand miles in an instant, and the speed is astonishing."

"The method of respecting the master is amazing, I admire you!"

The middle-aged man, no, Wuming finally admitted his identity, and he finally had a different look in his eyes, no longer an ancient well without waves, just like a pool of stagnant water.

Duanlang and Yourongyan were very excited: "Of course, there are many ways for a teacher."

At this time, a strong voice came from the sky: "Lang'er..."

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In other words, after Chen Hengzhi was promoted to the Golden Core stage, he came out of the eternal small world.

There was a wave of fluctuation in the space. Chen Heng stepped out and returned to the bedroom. He waved his hand and put away a delicate model the size of a palm, and put it back between his brows to warm up.

Promotion to the Golden Core Stage is a matter of great importance and cannot be taken lightly.

Therefore, he released the eternal small world, disguised it as a small palace model, and entered the small world by himself.

At this moment, the spirit crane turned into a ray of light and flew back to the mountain, turning into a flying spirit crane, hovering in front of Chen Hengzhi.

He stretched out his right hand, and the spirit crane landed on it. It opened its mouth, as if talking about something.

Chen Hengzhi nodded, and said softly: "Is there no name in the martial arts mythology? It's interesting. Well, let's take a look."

Then, he waved his hand to disperse the spirit crane, and his figure floated into the sky, rising into the sky, turning into a streak of light and disappearing.

It's only about twenty miles away, and it's coming in an instant.

When flying to the sky above the pier, he just heard Duanlang's smelly skin, his face turned black, and he covered his forehead, what a shame!

There is no one who is so self-proclaimed, who doesn't know how to be subtle at all, even if the master is very good, there is no need to spread it to the world.

He said loudly, "Lang'er, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Master, have you successfully advanced to the Golden Core Stage?"

Duanlang jumped up in surprise, the joy on his face was beyond words.

As for the unnamed master and apprentice standing aside, they were completely dumbfounded.

They raised their heads and looked at Chen Hengzhi in the sky stupidly. Flying is the ultimate dream of human beings.

Wuming can be sure that his eyes are not blind, nor presbyopia, nor cataract, nor glaucoma.

He clearly saw that Chen Hengzhi's figure was suspended in the sky thousands of feet high.

If Duanlang's miraculous methods before made Wuming curious, then Duanlang's master Chen Hengzhi's appearance in such a cool way can be said to have completely shocked Wuming.

At this moment, in Wuming's eyes, Chen Hengzhi's figure instantly became extremely majestic, like a majestic mountain, making people admire him.

If Wuming hadn't been determined, he might have just knelt on the ground and worshiped.

Chen Hengzhi fell slowly. At this moment, Wuming saw his face, and was shocked again. He was so young, like a young man with a weak crown.

Afterwards, Wuming felt relieved again. People can even fly. It’s not that I, Wuming, can’t accept eternal youth and rejuvenation.

When Chen Hengzhi landed on the ground, Duanlang ran over, approached him, and said with a smile, "Master, have you succeeded?"

With his hands on his back, Chen Hengzhi nodded faintly and said, "It's a fluke, and I have entered the threshold of the Golden Core stage."

"Then... your old man can live for thousands of years now, right?"

Duanlang's eyes were full of envy, and his tone was full of infinite curiosity.

"One thousand nine hundred and fifty years."

Chen Hengzhi glanced at him and spit out a few words.

Duan Lang exclaimed in shock: "That can live longer than a tortoise!"

"Oh!"

"Well, you brat, I use a tortoise to describe my teacher. Its wings are stiff. It's terrible. I don't think I'll hit you as a teacher."

Chen Hengzhi's backhand was a chestnut, blowing his beard and staring.

Duanlang covered his head, tears were about to fall from the pain, with a look of grievance on his face: "Master, you said you won't hit me on the head!"

Chen Hengzhi blinked and asked doubtfully: "Is there? No? Alas, my teacher is old and forgetful. I can't remember the past."

Jian Chen next to him, yes, that boy in white, he is an unnamed apprentice named Jian Chen, his eyes are full of envy.

He envied that Duanlang had a good master, and also envied that Duanlang could joke and fight with his master.

Unlike his own master, he gave the impression of being rigid and stubborn.

After fighting for a while, Chen Hengzhi calmed down the restless emotions in his heart, whispered softly, and returned to his calm expression.

He asked lightly: "Lang'er, are these two new friends you met after you left the mountain? Why didn't you introduce them?"

Duan Lang has obviously gotten used to his master's temperament, he knows that jokes are jokes, and when he is serious, he can no longer smile, otherwise, he will not be good.

Hearing Chen Hengzhi's question, he bowed back and said, "Return to Master, disciple today... the disciple will fly the crane to pass on the letter, please Master to go there personally, disciple will die!"

Chen Hengzhi had a pleasant smile on his face, cupped his hands and cupped his fists: "This is the martial arts myth Tianjian Wuming, right? My name is Chen Hengzhi, and I have long admired Wuming brother's name!"

Afterwards, he turned his head, glared at Duanlang, and shouted in a low voice: "Okay, you have nothing to do here, get out of here."

This face-changing was so fast that the nameless master and apprentice were stunned.

Wuming clasped his fists in return, with a smile on his face: "Wuming has seen Xiongtai, excuse me!"

Chen Hengzhi smiled and said: "This is not a place to talk, why not sit in the humble house, what do you think, brother Wuming?"

Wuming nodded yes, and then shouted in a low voice: "Chen'er, don't salute Senior Chen yet."

Jian Chen followed his words and said hello politely.

At this time, Duan Lang laughed and cupped his hands: "Teacher farewell!"

After finishing speaking, he cupped his hands at Wuming again: "Senior Wuming, I have already called him here if you want to see your tutor. You guys talk slowly, I'm going on a trip!"

Without waiting for Wuming to answer, he jumped on the back of the beast, shouted, and walked away.

From far away, his voice could be heard: "Haha, Jianghu, you are here! Hahahaha!"

Chen Hengzhi covered his forehead, this brat was so embarrassed.

Facing Wuming's strange gaze, he just felt a little uneasy, and smiled embarrassedly: "The villain is naughty, I made Brother Wuming laugh, come, come, Brother Wuming, please on the mountain!"

"Brother Chen, please!"

Wuming replied, and then made a rare joke: "If you still call me a bad disciple, then I, my little disciple, can't even be called a bad one."

Jian Chen: Why am I the one who got hurt?
"Brother Wuming is humble!"

As Chen Hengzhi said, he led his master and his disciples up the mountain.

After returning to the abode on the mountainside, after each sat down, Chen Hengzhi made tea and served a cup for each of the unnamed master and apprentice.

"Brother Wuming, try the spiritual tea I concocted myself!"

He sat on the first seat, picked up the teacup, held the lid with his right hand, skimmed off the froth, took a sip, closed his eyes slightly, and showed an expression of enjoyment on his face.

Seeing this, Wuming was very interested. He blew on the tea lightly, and saw that the yellow tea soup was so clear that there were only two pieces of tender tea floating on it, and a fresh fragrance hit him.

Taking a sip, the tea flowed down his throat, like a warm current, refreshing, Wuming felt his whole body warm, as if he had regained the vitality of his youth, it was indescribably comfortable.

He couldn't help shouting: "Good tea!"

After Jian Chen, who was sitting at the bottom, took a sip, he also nodded heavily.

After chatting for a while, Wuming finally asked the doubt in his heart: "I take the liberty to ask, how far brother Chen's martial arts has reached? Of course, if it's not convenient for brother Chen to say it, I didn't ask."

Chen Hengzhi slowly put down his teacup, and said: "My way is based on the strengths of hundreds of schools, and I created it myself. Therefore, the theory of realm may be different from the ones you know."

When Wuming heard this, his heart trembled, and he felt as if he were looking up at a high mountain. He couldn't help but lower his attitude by a third, and said respectfully: "I would like to hear the details!"

"Brother Wuming, don't be restrained, just be casual!"

Chen Hengzhi waved his hand and said: "The way of cultivation is to make up for the excess of damage! Make up for one's own shortcomings, make the body perfect, and finally break the limits of the human body. This is the second-level innate immortal."

"The first level of cultivation is refining essence and transforming energy. Brother Wuming, I wonder if I'm right?"

Nameless nodded: "Exactly!"

Seeing this, Chen Hengzhi continued: "The second level, I call it extraordinary, which means transcending ordinary people. At this stage, the power is infinite, the breath stops and the pulse stays, the fetal breath breaks the grain, there is no disaster or disease, and life is prolonged.

Congenital zhenqi is released to form zhenqi body protection.

Essence, energy, spirit, nature and man are one, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth for their own use, and the innate qi in the body will no longer be exhausted.

The lethality and destructive power are multiplied thousands of times. "

"The second-level transcendent realm is divided into three steps: real person, master, and grand master. There is no qualitative change between these three, but the purity and concentration of the true energy are different."

Chen Hengzhi's faint voice sounded in the living room:

"When the true qi in the practitioner's body is accumulated to the extreme, there is no way to increase it, and after comprehending the artistic conception, he controls the true qi with the spirit, and the two are integrated, and the true qi transforms into mana."

"Mana power is indescribably mysterious and has infinite functions."

"Mana, also known as divine power, contains the meaning of spiritual power."

"At this time, under the nourishment of mana, the spiritual energy of the practitioner can almost remain youthful forever, and the life expectancy has been greatly improved. I named it the state of mana through the mystery."

"In the realm of magical power, one can live for 500 years. I sit and watch the rise and fall of the dynasty, and I remain unmoved."

"And this realm is only the first realm of third-order longevity."

"After the magic power is perfected, the magic power solidifies and condenses the golden elixir."

"Gold is immortal!"

"Alchemy, Consummation!"

"Golden Core Stage is the second stage of Longevity Stage."

"Twilight travels to the North Sea, eats morning dew and eats clouds and clouds;

When I am free, I watch the waves rise and fall, and it is like a dream through the ages. "

Chen Hengzhi said leisurely: "Today, when I get enlightened, I am lucky to condense the golden core and step into the gate of longevity."

"As for the next realm, I haven't reached it, and I haven't seen it before. It's all guesswork, so don't say it!"

When Wuming heard the words, his whole body couldn't help but tremble, and he couldn't control his excitement.

He has already been shocked. Longevity is such a distant topic. Before, he couldn't even imagine it.

Human beings can practice longevity!
Afterwards, he was full of fighting spirit again, your way of longevity is certainly miraculous, and my way of the Heavenly Sword is not bad either.

A powerful sword intent burst out from Wuming's body, and a terrifying aura gradually condensed.

He shouted in a deep voice: "This old man wants to personally experience how miraculous Brother Chen's way of longevity is, please enlighten Brother Chen!"

"In that case, I will do as you wish!"

Chen Hengzhi felt the powerful aura of Wuming's body, and immediately responded in a deep voice: "Let's go out and fight!"

After finishing speaking, he flew out first, turned into a streamer, and came to the foot of the Buddha, beside the Minjiang River.

"Chen'er, follow up yourself!"

Wuming was not to be outdone, he gave an order, took the hero sword from Jianchen's hand, jumped up, and chased after him with lightness kung fu.

A moment later, Wuming chased after Chen Hengzhi's figure and came to the bank of the river. The two stood facing each other, each focused on each other.

The atmosphere instantly froze.

In the realm that is invisible to the naked eye, the two people's spirits and artistic conceptions have already begun to compete.

A majestic sword intent rose from Wuming's body, powerful enough to turn the world upside down and stir up the world.

However, Chen Hengzhi still stood still, with a calm and calm look, responding to all changes with the same.

Seeing this, Wuming was secretly angry, so arrogant, did he look down on Wuming?
With a move of the sword intent, he will slash through.

The winds and clouds are changing, and the storms are sweeping.

Wuming's eyes followed the sword intent, approaching, getting closer, but Chen Hengzhi remained unmoved, as if he had given up resistance.

He could already see the fluff on the corner of Chen Hengzhi's mouth, and then, when his gaze changed, he felt a flash in front of him, as if he had come to a strange space.

In this space, there is no up and down, no front and back, no left and right, nothing, giving people the feeling of nothingness, emptiness...

Suddenly, a grand and solemn voice came from all directions, which was unpredictable:
"Sky!"

A glimmer of light appeared in the space, and then the light burst out, completely illuminating all the darkness.

"Earth!"

Wuming suddenly discovered that the earth appeared under his feet. The brownish-yellow soil exuded a faint fragrance of the earth. Looking at it, the land is boundless and has no end in sight.

"Sun, Moon and Stars!"

The sky appeared, and high in the sky, an orange sun hung in the sky, emitting endless heat and shining on the earth.

"Storm and thunder!"

"High mountains and flowing water!"

"four Seasons!"

"Flowers and trees!"

The space changed drastically, gradually forming a complete world, and after a while, a world of singing birds and fragrant flowers appeared before Wuming's eyes.

At this time, the wind was surging, and an incomparably terrifying power condensed, and a huge coercion suddenly descended on this space.

In the sky, an incomparably huge human face gradually condensed into shape. It was an insurmountable great will, which surpassed all living beings and dominated all things.

There was a slight smile on the human face, and the air in the sky and the earth shook. He asked, "Brother Wuming, this is my world, what do you think?"

Wuming raised his eyebrows and exclaimed: "Your world? Brother Chen can now create the world? No, there are no living creatures in this world, so is this an illusion?"

Wuming's eyes were fixed, and he was about to activate his sword intent and break out. After a while, he exclaimed: "What's going on? Where's my sword intent? How did I become an ordinary person?"

He found that there was no trace of true energy in his body, he couldn't muster any strength, his sword intention also disappeared, and he became completely like an ordinary person.

The human face raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "This world is indeed a spiritual illusion. To be precise, this is my domain world."

"My world, I call the shots!"

"Your realm is not as good as mine. Within my realm, I can deprive you of your sword intent, your true energy, everything about you, even your life and your soul."

"If I don't let you go out, you won't be able to get out for the rest of your life. You can only wander in this world in a daze, and eventually die!"

"In the outside world, your body loses its soul, leaving a shell, a living dead."

"How about it, brother Wuming, do you want to continue fighting?"

………………

Suffering a disastrous defeat, the distraught Wuming left, and left Leshan with his apprentice Jianchen.

During this day, he felt an unprecedented shock.

Controlling Lightning Fire...Flying...Longevity...Domain...

All of this has never been seen or heard of before.

Wuming even suspected that his rampage in the past few decades was just an illusion, it was just an illusion.

Until now, he has not been exposed to the real world.

Of course, Chen Hengzhi didn't know what Wuming was thinking. If he knew, he would laugh out loud.

.........

In the eternal small world.

After sending away Wuming and his disciple Duanlang, Chen Hengzhi finally had time to study the unfinished work, the Four Great Divine Stones.

With a wave of his hand, four objects appeared in front of him, sinking and floating, exuding crystal light.

Looking carefully, one can see a peerless sword, a strange sword, a crystal clear crystal, and a liquid stone exuding luster.

He stretched out his hand, and with a thought, an orange flame burst out from his hand, and even the void was burned and deformed.

With a thought, the flames enveloped the four items, and the tongue of fire began to burn them slowly.

For a while, there was nothing else at the scene except the "crackling" sound of the flames burning.

　感谢大佬蜉蝣了缘的100起点币打赏！感谢大佬佪眸一笑旧梦如烟的1张月票！感谢大佬失落的黎明的1张月票！感谢大佬皮一下就好的2张月票！感谢大佬上善的1张月票！
　　
　
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