Siheyuan: Breaking up with Shazhu at the beginning

He never expected that the other party would agree to this extremely demanding request without hesitation.

Just make it retreat half a step...

No, just one step!

That is the key to victory!

There's no easier chance to win than this!

Although there is no chance of defeating the enemy, why stand here if you don't have the courage to even take a step back?

** In Tangmi martial arts, the first thing to focus on is human strength and mental power!

His greatest strength lies in his almost unmatched physical strength and his immense power to move mountains.

"Brother, please allow me to offend."

In order to prevent Zhang Liang from regretting his decision, Li Yuan took a deep breath and resolutely raised his right arm.

He turned his body suddenly and punched out with all his strength!

"Long——"

As Li Yuan's powerful blow flew out, the whole world seemed to lose its color.

A magnificent and heroic force swept towards Zhang Liang with an unstoppable trend.

Just like a sharp axe chopped into the desolate desert, a huge pit quickly appeared in the depths of the desert, starting from behind Zhang Liang and forming a cone shape over a space of thousands of miles, until the floating clouds in the distant sky were cut in half, revealing a picture like a clear blue sky.

With just one glance, it was as if the world was split into two by Li Yuan's fist.

But he was horrified. Not only did Zhang Liang not show any signs of action, he didn't even frown at all.

Still standing quietly beside the golden sand, his feet seemed to be deeply rooted in the earth.

It was as steady and immovable as a mountain, as if it did not feel the impact of the fierce blow at all.

The punch hit him with the force of breaking branches, just like teasing a child.

"How...how on earth is this possible?"

Faced with this scene, Li Yuan opened his eyes wide, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Stop talking! Now it's your turn to perform!"

Zhang Liang raised his arm, with a slightly upturned expression, and a strong desire in his mouth. "I haven't been satisfied with my fist for a long time!"

As he spoke, his whole body radiated a brilliant light that sparkled and dazzled like a leaping flame. However, it was not some magical skill; instead, it was the essence of his blood and energy that was boiling like a raging fire.

Then, Yaoyao threw a punch directly at him.

A pool of golden light rushed forward along his palm, and a hurricane-like airflow covered the sky and the earth, swallowing everything.

In an instant, Li Yuan's face changed drastically. He felt as if his liver and gallbladder were about to break, and all his pores expanded.

He fought with all his might, shouting in his heart, what a fierce battle this would be.

However, when the dazzling golden torrent rushed towards him, his entire body shattered into pieces in an instant.

"puff"

Blood spurted out like a fountain, and bones and tendons were broken.

Yang Jian seemed to have lost all will to survive.

Under the baptism of the golden wind, he rose up involuntarily, slowly moved away from the scene, and felt dizzy.

He tried again and again to stabilize his body, but was never successful, until the majestic divine power faded to almost invisible, and he finally fell back into the dust.

When he finally stopped,

That was his limit.

Even if you are not knocked thousands of miles away, you have already won a battle!

Unfortunately, when he calculated this scene, the little fantasy he had left disappeared.

What comes into view is a picture of the boundless and vast ocean.

During his previous world explorations, he had studied the boundaries of this land, and found that the nearest ocean was thousands of miles away!

In other words, when Yu Yuan's fist was punched out, the distance had actually reached more than ten thousand miles!

The breeze blows over the quiet and vast sea, blowing away all the noise and anxiety.

Many of Yang Jian's bones had collapsed and deformed into strange shapes, and in some places the only remaining flesh and blood had even shattered into balls of blood mist, leaving only a mottled and cracked skeleton. However, he was using ** magical methods, so even with such a serious injury, he could recover in an instant.

At this moment, he had no time to heal his wounded body, as if the physical pain was no longer within his senses, but was deeply hidden.

He lowered his head slightly, and the endless sea was like rolling waves, stirring up all kinds of complex feelings.

Lost.

It was a complete and incredible defeat.

Especially this **-style confrontation, which was actually proposed and planned by him.

On the surface, it seemed that he had a huge advantage and could win by simply having a slight advantage during the game, without having to consider any contest of strength.

That's why he said those words that could bridge the gap between the two realms.

But at this moment, he realized that the facts were far beyond his original estimation, and the gap between the two sides was huge beyond expectations!

When the gap becomes so big that it becomes an insurmountable chasm, there is almost no way to bridge it.

In retrospect, his seemingly sensible strategy was nothing more than a giant self-parody.

In front of those beings who possess the power of heaven and earth, he is like a humble ant.

An ant who thinks he is smart but is still lowly thinks that he will no longer be an ant if he changes the way he competes. This idea is doomed to fail.

The answer is obviously impossible, ants are still ants.

Only by discarding the hat of "ant" can we be considered to have made a change.

But how can he rise from this humble role?

\“Whoosh!\”

Just when Wukong was about to lose his way, a flash of light suddenly appeared before his eyes, and a heroic figure quietly appeared in front of him. The one who appeared was the powerful demon fairy, Bull Demon King, who had repelled Wukong thousands of miles away with one hand.

Although the Bull Demon King's majesty had been restrained, compared with the many monks walking on the ancient road, Wukong could still feel a strong aura that was inadvertently emanating from him. At this moment, he realized an unprecedented sense of gap. In the journey of this ancient path, the opponent had already reached the peak that Wukong could not reach, while he himself was still on the difficult road to the beginning.

However, when the frustration did not grow, a fierce fighting spirit broke out in his heart. Since the Bull Demon King could reach the top, why couldn't he do the same? There was only one answer - time. The only thing Wukong lacked was time.

Once given enough time, in the not too distant future, Wukong firmly believes that he will also be able to stand in the highest place, and then wait for that moment to come, to repay the Bull Demon King with the result of this battle - humiliation.

Thinking of this, Wukong finally felt comforted. He bowed slightly to the Bull Demon King and admitted his defeat. \"Crack!\" The pale golden light wrapped around him like a ribbon, slowly leading him back to the bright stone slab. When the light gradually dissipated, the surroundings were filled with deafening sounds of celebration.

The cheers came from the followers of the four famous religions, especially from Fengshen'er, the leader of the three generations of the **. She laughed loudly. Although she looked elegant and holy like a goddess descending from heaven, at this moment, she laughed without any worries. Her pair of watery eyes were filled with a smile like the moon, bright and gentle. Yes, she was calculated to lose to Wukong before, and now seeing Wukong in trouble, she must feel a little happy in her heart?

Thinking of this, Wukong couldn't help but smile in his heart: What an interesting situation. But on the surface, his face was extremely solemn, with a deep sense of guilt, he bowed to the other people from the sects who were watching: "I'm sorry, my behavior was inappropriate, I hope the deputy leader and the respected seniors can punish me."

Master Ran Deng shook his head lightly and did not answer. Others such as Taizongzi Guangchengzi and others looked extremely heavy-hearted and kept silent.

The atmosphere in the entire arena was extremely depressing. In comparison, the cheers from all around were even more harsh.

Finally, Jade Emperor sighed, looked at his disciple gently and explained: "Don't blame yourself, we all know it's not your fault. It will soon be your master's turn to go out. Please find a quiet place to sit down for a while."

"Yes, master."

Wukong thanked him in a respectful manner, returned to his seat and waited, sitting in his original position with his eyes closed and meditating.

The teacher standing by couldn't help but look at him with admiration, marveling at the young man's strength and courage, and his ability to quickly pick himself up after failure.

** At the same time, while paying attention to the battlefield ahead, Lingling Pearl also cast a look of resignation at the scene **. "We both lost in the first battle. Some people's masters tried to appease them with kind words, but mine... started to curse... Alas, how can there be such a difference between the Twelve Golden Immortals!"**

He frowned, thinking about his next plan, and was full of determination for this battle. "Although I may not win this time, at least I won't let him win easily." He thought to himself. In fact...

**A sharp voice sounded again on the field: Another quick victory battle has begun. **

At the same time, the sage Zhunti frowned slightly in the sky, "Big Brother, your disciple is really amazing! Although he used the power of the treasure to attack with the hammer last time, this time he relied entirely on his physical body and divine power. The 'Immortal Golden Body Technique' taught by the West is suitable for him to practice! I wonder if you can pass this technique on to him?"

Tongtian Sect Master responded coldly: "Not feasible! I want to state my opinion first. Even if the West is poor, it still has countless creatures. If my brother hopes to find a successor in our sect, he should consider this matter slowly and not have any intentions among us."**

**The Saint laughed loudly and turned his gaze to another Daoist Master: "It seems that I was not mistaken. This Lingling Pearl should be an important treasure in the hands of my Master Brother!"**

However, Yuanshi Daozun maintained his normal state - the expression on his face remained unchanged. Although the saint was ignored, he still smiled as usual, and did not seem to be embarrassed.

The Guiding Saint on the other side was even more distressed, as if he was greatly troubled.