Sword comes

Two flying swords broke through the wall one after another, seriously injuring Zanhua Lang who just took back all the beads.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Fang, who had the upper hand and had the upper hand, was punched back to the street, and the last punch made Lu Fang sink into the wall.

In the end, Zhongqiu, the national teacher of Nanyuan Kingdom, came to conclude the ceremony.

Zhong Qiu, known as the best in the world, punched the young man back and saved Lu Fang, who had no strength to fight back.

Feng Qingbai took the opportunity to take back his saber, not only that, but also tried to find a chance to return Dachun to Lu Fang, but when Zhongqiu came out, Feng Qingbai gave up the idea, so as not to overdo it.

Feng Qingbai let out a long breath. If Zhong Qiu hit his temple with this punch, he would have to rely on his teacher to spend money to get people, otherwise he would have to reincarnate again and again in Ouhua Blessed Land. , being constantly worn down and melted, and integrated into this world, the world is a furnace, and everything is copper, that is the reason.

And that person's boy is the one who is responsible for fanning the flames.

That person never showed up and didn't want to see the world.There is only one little Taoist boy holding a plantain fan, who is in charge of the operation of the entire Ouhua Blessed Land. Of course, he also deals with the Tongye Continent Earth Immortals who are qualified to get in touch with the inside story of the Blessed Land. Before Feng Qingbai came down, under the leadership of the master, I have seen that boy, the ancestor of the founder of Yupu Realm, he has to treat the little guy who speaks very aggressively with the courtesy of the same generation.

After coming to Ouhua Blessed Land, just over ten years later, I already feel like a world away.

In the dark, Feng Qingbai had an intuition that this time he had forged the sword heart of the Dao Dao, and this time, it was probably over. If he was lucky, he would die of a heavy weapon from the immortal family who had obtained a magic weapon rank.

After all, his combat power is complete now. On the other hand, Lu Fang has already ended the curtain, and his Dao heart may be damaged. Even if he returns to Tongyezhou, it will be a big trouble.

Relegating immortals to exile immortals sounds very good, but it is not the case. Only Zhou Fei, who admires "life does not enjoy happiness, is no different from grass, trees and animals", after he comes down, does not involve in the fundamentals of practice, so he is naturally relaxed and comfortable.

But people like Feng Qingbai and Lu Fang are very dangerous. Senior Tong Qingqing, even though he is the head of Jingxinzhai and one of the four great masters in the world, he has been hiding in Tibet for decades and has not shown up yet , is a perfect example.

Reining in his messy thoughts, Feng Qingbai began to review the battle, trying to figure out as many ways as possible.

He had been watching this peak battle from afar before, and the stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade. This is an opportunity for the state of mind on the road of cultivation, and it is similar to the method of Buddhist visualization.

In Feng Qingbai's eyes, the battle on the top of the mountain in Ouhua Paradise is not inferior to the battle between Jindan and Nascent Soul in Tongyezhou.

The fight between the white-robed young man and Lu Fang was already so exciting, but if Ding Ying and Yu Zhenyi, who are the finale of the good and the evil, finally make a move, what a spectacle it will be

Feng Qingbai was not optimistic about Chen Pingan at first, because Lu Fang was worthy of being the embryo of the famous sword fairy in Tongyezhou. Under heavy pressure, in the blessed land of lotus flowers with thin aura, he went upstream, found another way, and once again touched the way of swordsmanship. Threshold, Lu Fang's sword, it's easy to attack from a distance and defend from a distance.

But the result was unexpected.

The immortal hand that broke the game was that the man saw that Lu Fang would save Zhou Shi.

There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that Lu Fang and Zhou Fei are sworn enemies. Lu Fang once climbed a mountain with a sword, and had a life-and-death battle with Lu Fang in the Chunchao Palace.

Feng Qingbai has been in Ouhua Blessed Land for more than ten years, and that young man has only come here not long ago. It is reasonable to say that he should be more unfamiliar with the scenery of the mountaintop in this world. Feng Qingbai really can't figure it out. That's right, didn't that young man not only descended with a complete body and soul, but also knew many inside stories, so he broke the rules, and was regarded by the heavens here as a traitor, and he must be defeated

Although the injury was severe, the entire shoulder was bruised. Fortunately, it was a traumatic injury. Zhou Shi managed to stop the bleeding with the potion of Spring Tide Palace made by Zhou Fei. gone."

The romantic and suave hairpin man has attracted countless beautiful girls to feel ashamed, but it is a pity that there is no romantic at this moment, only downcast.

Ya'er is trying his best to suppress the chaos with a secret method of the Demon Sect. This is one of the three sects of the Demon Sect, the Martial Arts Collection of the Chuanhuamen. The saint of Xinzhai was able to peek at half of the back-to-basics scriptures, which can make people rejuvenate. But the after-effects are huge. Although the person who uses it can forcibly suppress serious injuries, he will age rapidly and accelerate the decay of the body. The heroes of the Chuhuamen have used this method only in life-and-death battles where there is no way out.

Ya'er's face was livid, and a trace of hoarfrost appeared on his temples.

Zhou Shi sighed, if he handed over a bronze mirror at this time, the girl Ya'er, who is the most confident and beautiful, would go crazy right away?

Zhou Shi didn't know whether to comfort her or comfort himself, "Don't worry, my father will come soon, when I'm safe, you won't die either."

At the foot of the wall in the distance, there is a broken pipa lying alone on the ground. The owner has disappeared. Every once in a while, there will be drops of blood on the ground.

When Chen Ping stood up, Feng Qingbai, who was holding a long sword, Zhou Shi, who was slumped on the ground, and the smiling face who went to check on Lu Fang's injuries, felt tight at the same time.

Lu Fang "pulled" himself out of the wall, landed lightly, his figure was unstable, and his smiling face wanted to reach out to support him. Lu Fang shook his head, stretched out his hand, and drove the big toon back. On the way, the scabbard merged into one and grew again With the sword leaning on the ground, Lu Fang, who was in the Ouhua Blessed Land, had a profound cultivation that can be said to reach the sky, fell to the bottom, and beat the drum like a master with ten fists, continuously, and Lu Fang, who was not top-notch, almost lost his soul.

Lu Fang's eyes were gloomy, and he turned to the smiling face whose real name was Qian Tang and said, "Let me rest for a while, you can accompany me to drink."

The smiling face nodded sadly.

Just like meeting Jianghu for the first time, it was that frustrated person again.

Lu Fang chose to take the lead this time. Apart from protecting Zhou Shi, it was more for his Qiantang. Smiley was not among the top 20 people in the world. Before coming to the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, Lu Fang said that he would take him to Qiantang to visit his hometown. , to meet the real Yufeng Immortal.At that time, although Lu Fang's words were plain, but the high-spirited spirit of the bird's-eye view of Feng Jianxian, even a blind person could feel the smiling face.

The two left the street together.

Before Lu Fang left, he cupped his fists to thank Zhong Qiu, and then said something to Zhou Shi to do it for himself.

When they arrived at the wine shop where the women sold wine, the woman saw the man who stole the sword, and her strong muscles were no longer useful, and she cursed at Lu Fang, so she brought two jugs of the worst wine and served them on the table. With a hard fall, Qian Tang, the smiling face, almost couldn't resist slapping the gossip woman to death.

Lu Fang took out a simple and simple chi from his bosom, handed it to the smiling face, and said in a deep voice: "In the next 20 years, I may have to trouble you to do two hard things. One is to carry this thing with you and find my reincarnation. body, if you get close to me, Xiaochi will be hot, and you will feel it. The second is to find a long sword named Chaoyuan. If you don’t force this matter, maybe it will be like this big toon and become someone else’s sword. Saber."

The smiling face was full of surprise.

"I've made up my mind."

Lu Fang didn't explain further, "Take Xiaochi well, drink this jug of wine, and leave Nanyuan Kingdom quickly. You will only make me die faster if you stay here."

Smiling face had never seen such a serious Lu Fang, so he had to carefully put away the little chi, and nodded in agreement.

After drinking the wine, he looked at his close friend with a smiling face, and Lu Fang just said indifferently: "If you really find me, don't worry about anything, especially don't deliberately teach me martial arts."

"I got it."

The smiling face no longer smiles, and the voice is crying.

Lu Fang didn't feel sad, after silently sending the smiling face out of the wine shop, Lu Fang turned his head to look at one place, and said with a sneer, "You can show up now, I can take the head of this exiled immortal with my own ability." .”

A hunched old man walked out of the corner, coughing as he walked, if the smiling Qiantang had stayed by Lu Fang's side, he would have recognized this old man who would collapse in the wind, the eight-armed old man among the ten people in the world The god Xue Yuan, who was pushed out of the top ten 20 years ago, went from bad to worse, and only placed at the bottom of the bottom ten. He was entangled by Smiley for a year with his body skills, and became a joke in the world.

Lu Fang sighed in his heart.

I never thought that a word would become a prophecy on Guniujiang's side.

At that time, Yu Zhenyi gathered a group of heroes in secret and called out to encircle and suppress the four exiled immortals Ding Ying, Zhou Fei, Tong Qingqing and Feng Qingbai. Lu Fang laughed and asked if he was one of them. Now it seems that the answer is obvious. It may not be Yu Zhenyi's original intention. , but seeing Lu Fang seriously injured and defeated, with Yu Zhenyi's indifferent heart, naturally he would not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"The bird's-eye peak sword fairy has been reduced to such a field, it is really heartbreaking. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe it."

Xue Yuan grinned and teased Lu Fang. The old man lost several teeth and walked slowly towards the restaurant. It was hard to imagine that this was the No. 1 foreign boxing in the world before Zhong Qiu.

Lu Fang laughed and said, "Yu Zhenyi is generous and willing to let you pick the head."

Xue Yuan bent down, and stopped twenty steps away from the entrance of the wine shop, "Renren Yu is a god in this world, not an ordinary person like Lao Er, so he can't see this opportunity. Besides, Immortal Lu Dajian still has three or four points of strength to deal with a Xue Yuan, who is getting old, still has some chances of winning."

Lu Fang sneered and said, "Great Sword Immortal, have you seen your match?"

Xue Yuan still laughed and said, "Not worthy or not, Sword Immortal Lu Da will do whatever he wants."

Lu Fang's eyes were full of sarcasm.

Xue Yuan met Lu Fang's gaze and shook his head. As the eight-armed god shook his back like a dragon raising his head, Xue Yuan's aura changed completely. Yuan Yuan's face became gloomy and terrifying, and he flew into a rage, and his words were full of resentment and resentment, "You high-ranking immortals, you are all damn right, it is your Lu Fang's eyes now, even if the hairless phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken , treat everyone in the world like this, treat them like ants"

Lu Fang was noncommittal.

But he knew that the last battle of his life would be today, and he wasn't enjoying himself enough. It was like this with that young man before, and fighting against Xue Yuan, who was taking advantage of others, was even more aggrieved.

At this moment, Xue Yuan, who had just withdrawn the cover, was like a god coming into the world, but his body froze for a moment, and someone was strangling his neck behind him, and he was lifted up bit by bit.

Xue Yuan was like a snake that had been hit seven inches. He didn't even move to struggle, and his feet were getting higher and higher from the ground.

The guy who sneaked up on the old man had a warm voice and said with a smile, "What's wrong with treating you like ants? There's nothing wrong with that, you are."

With a click, Xue Yuan's neck was twisted, and the man gently threw him on the side street.

The woman who sells wine screamed loudly, and the guests of the wine shop yelled to kill people, kill people, and the birds and beasts scattered.

Without Xue Yuan blocking the line of sight, that person is a young master Pian Pian, who is exactly Zhou Fei who came from King Kong Temple.

Zhou Fei was still holding a dead head in his hand, he threw it forward, and threw it in front of Lu Fang, the head rolled and dripped with blood.

It was Qiantang with a smiling face.

Zhou Fei casually threw out the little chi again.

Lu Fang knelt down slowly, and lightly wiped the face of that head, telling his friend to close his eyes and stare blankly at the smiling face. Lu Fang didn't look at Zhou Fei, nor picked up the little chi, Just asked tremblingly, "Why?"

Zhou Fei was silent for a moment, and answered irrelevant questions, "When did Lu Fang become a muddy waste and came here to break through the relationship, but in the end, it turned out that he couldn't solve it, so that's all. You can’t hold a dead head, you can’t let it go, Lu Fang, even if you go back to Tongyezhou, let alone enter the upper five realms, I firmly believe that you won’t even be able to stay in the Nascent Soul Realm.”

Zhou Fei squatted down, "Tell me about it yourself, what are you trying to do when you come here, the majestic Yu Guizong Jiang's Patriarch, who spent so many years with you in this blessed land of lotus flowers, what are you trying to do?"

I don't know when, the saber big toon was resting quietly at Lu Fang's feet, together with a small chi and a head, they were all lying on the street.

In the distance behind Zhou Fei, there are those stunning beauties standing all over the country, some of them are as slender as willows, and some are as plump as autumn rice.

Lu Fang raised his head, "Why don't you go to Zhou Shi first?"

Zhou Fei laughed angrily and said, "After my son dies, I will be reborn. But you, Lu Fang, died in Ouhua Blessed Land. Don't I want to waste another 60 years?"

Zhou Fei stood up, beckoned, and called a beautiful woman with a lingering charm to his side, "Go and drink with you, Senior Brother Lu who I respected and admired most back then. I haven't seen you for so many years. You will definitely have a drink." There's a lot to say."

The woman turned pale.

Zhou Fei patted her cheek, "Be good, be obedient."

The ground shook, and Zhou Fei disappeared.

Those women flew away like birds fluttering their wings, with fluttering clothes and ribbons in the sky. This beautiful scene fascinated the passers-by in the nearby streets.

Lu Fang stood up and said to the woman with an unfamiliar yet familiar face, "Sit down and chat."

The woman nodded tremblingly.

The two sat opposite each other, the proprietress of the restaurant was squatting behind the counter, Lu Fang went to get two jugs of wine for herself, before Lu Fang poured the wine, the woman who had been in the Chunchao Palace for so many years was already used to serving people, He hurriedly got up to pour wine for Lu Fang, and then poured himself a bowl.

Lu Fang didn't look at the once heartbreaking face, but just glanced at the green hands that looked like a young girl, he picked up the wine bowl and smiled.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a while, got up and went to the street outside the restaurant, and helped Lu Fang get back the small Chi and the big Chun sword. She even picked up Smiley's head and put it on After sitting on another table in the restaurant, she smiled sweetly.

Holding the wine bowl in one hand, Lu Fang turned his head to look at the empty street.

It seems to have seen a pair of teenagers and girls who are a match made in heaven, chasing and playing.

Zhong Qiu only had eyes for the young man in white robe, and said: "

When you and I fight, no one will interfere, so you just punch with all your heart. "

Zhong Qiu added, "If someone still attacks you secretly, I, Zhong Qiu, will definitely kill him, whether it's Ding Ying or Yu Zhenyi."

Chen Pingan raised the back of his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. There was a wound on his arm, and thick bones could be seen. In order to block Lu Fang's sword, a big hole was torn in the sleeve of the snow-white robe. A damage, although the effect of the magic weapon has been imprisoned, but the toughness is still there, which shows the superior lethality of Lu Fang's swordsmanship.

After Zhong Qiu finished speaking, he began to walk forward.

It seems that the pace is slow, but in fact it floats two or three feet away in one step, and there is no slight fluctuation of energy.

Zhong Qiu is the teacher of Nanyuan Kingdom, and he is also a celebrity with excellent calligraphy and painting.

Every word must conform to the rules, and every punch and leg must be legal.

The one who reaches the pinnacle is the sage of literature and master of martial arts.

Zhongqiu is both.

Ding Ying looked down on warriors all over the world, but he looked down on Zhong Qiu, of course there was a reason.

Chen Pingan stood where he was, motionless.

Zhong Qiu's "walking in the courtyard" reminded him of the scene when Ding Ying entered the main hall of Baihe Temple.

Chen Ping'an could only have a rough understanding of the invincible posture of the old man in the desolate Mangosteen House. There was a huge gap in cultivation. The distance between the two sides was too far, and Chen Ping'an couldn't figure out the purpose of it.

The old man surnamed Cui is too high in martial arts. Although he didn't encourage Chen Pingan, Chen Ping climbed every stage after entering the four realms, and it was not beneficial to walk every step.

However, Ding Ying and Zhong Qiu's unique meaning of the unity of nature and man, Chen Ping'an didn't feel deeply for the first time, but the second time, it became chewy and tasted a little bit.

Zhong Qiu simply approached him like this, without the menacing and insidious smiling face of Ma Xuan, the pink King Kong, and without Feng Qingbai's boldness and sharpness of assassinating a sword.

Zhong Qiu's shoulders swayed slightly imperceptibly, he was wearing a green shirt, the mystery on his shoulders, like clouds passing by the side of an ancient pine.

Zhong Qiu punched in front of Chen Ping'an, there was no blow out of the punch, and there was no huge movement of wind and thunder.

Because Zhongqiu's punch was too weird, Chen Ping'an was distracted for a moment, hesitating whether to meet the enemy with a god-man beating the drum, and strive for a final decision, or to defend with a punch from the swordsmanship. Fortunately, Chen Pingan gave up the two options at the first time, retreated, and slid out backwards. At the same time, he raised his arms instinctively, covering his face with his palms.

Zhong Qiu punched Chen Ping'an in the palm.

Point to end.

But Chen Pingan was slapped hard on the face by the back of his hand.

It flew out with a bang.

With a twist of his figure, his two snow-white sleeves fluttered in the air, and he stood three feet away again.

After Zhong Qiu still took the lead, he said calmly: "Distraction is unnecessary."

Chen Ping's left hand clenched and then loosened, as if the palm of his hand was numb after being struck by lightning, and then it was swept away.

Zhong Qiu said with a smile: "You are too smart. Without this test, I wouldn't be sure if you are left-handed. If you hit Lu Fang with ten punches, you can probably be sure that Lu Fang will definitely die, so During the period, I deliberately switched left and right fists, left six and right four, I think it was then that I started preparing for the next big fight."

Chen Pingan did not speak.

Zhong Qiu didn't take it seriously, "The reason why I insisted on telling you these things is because my punch was very unkind to save Lu Fang, so you were distracted just now, and I was my subordinate. If you are merciful, and did not kill the killer, then, I will not be polite to you."

Zhong Qiu turned to Feng Qingbai and the others and said, "That little girl on the bench, don't touch her, or don't blame me for killing innocent people indiscriminately."

Chen Pingan came behind Zhongqiu in an instant, swung his big arm, then suddenly shook his forearm, and punched Zhongqiu on the back of his head with a fist like an arrow.

Zhong Qiu's back collapsed, his back swelled like a mountain, his left and right ribs swam like a dragon, and he didn't move a single step, forcefully taking Chen Pingan's powerful and heavy punch.

Because Chen Ping didn't use the God-Man Beating the Drum Stance, the punch was too big and the momentum was great. To deal with a great master like Zhongqiu with such profound kung fu, even this punch would fail.

A pure martial artist, with deep training in kung fu, can see without being heard, feel danger and avoid it, even in his sleep, kill people who are close to the bed, and then go to the terrifying level of continuing to sleep soundly.

Chen Pingan just punched with all his strength, and Zhong Qiu unexpectedly managed to stand firm as a mountain. In this way, it would be difficult if he wanted to succeed with a punch, and Zhong Qiu punched backhand, smashing In Chen Ping's ribs, Chen Ping'an was hit and flew horizontally, but Zhong Qiu's second punch was kicked by Chen Ping'an's leg, and Zhong Qiu had no chance to beat the dog in the water.

The two stood apart again.

Zhong Qiu twitched the corner of his mouth, it turned out that the Nanyuan Guo Guoshi did this on purpose, in order to make up for his sneak attack, of course it was also a bait.

The two hedged almost at the same time.

Often within a square inch, the fists of the two sides either missed each other, or exchanged punches seemingly superficially. This fight was actually silent.

Compared with the earth-shattering battle between Chen Ping'an and Lu Fang before, it was completely opposite.

Zhou Shi couldn't understand it at all.

The Immortal Feng Qingbai was slightly better, because he had contact with some martial arts masters in Tongyezhou.

A punch that can truly be called majestic and majestic is like a boulder thrown into a lake, causing external injuries and internal injuries with ripples.

Zhong Qiu once beat a Henglian master to lie on the hospital bed for several years with just one punch. Under the clothes, his skin was broken like porcelain, not to mention the internal organs.

The skinny little girl on the small bench, after hearing the teacher's words, smiled as if she had been pardoned, and now she bared her teeth and claws heartlessly, imitating Chen Ping'an and Zhong Qiu's punches.

Finally, the first small victory was decided.

Chen Pingan was elbowed away from his fist by Tricky, and Zhong Qiu pushed his palm on his chest. He jumped over the gully and hit the opposite wall.

Zhong Qiu stepped across the ravine cut by Lu Fang's sword.

However, Chen Pingan did not fall down like Pipa Girl and Lu Fang before, shaking his shoulders and shaking his clothes, the stones on the wall smashed by his back crashed down, just as Chen Pingan was about to make a move, Zhong Qiu's punches suddenly became extremely fast Many, one punch, one punch, ten punches in an instant.

Left fist six right hand four.

It was the god-man beating drum-style boxing that Zhongqiu imitated, and even the order of punching with the left and right hands was exactly the same.

What's even more strange is that after Zhong Qiu's ten punches, the high wall still hasn't been completely broken, and Chen Ping'an is still trapped in the wall.

Chen Pingan didn't wait to die, he was too familiar with the god-man beating drum style, and he had a fight with Zhong Qiu, so he had a rough idea of ​​the number of shots, Zhong Qiu's ten punches, four of which were blocked by him.

But after the six punches were solidly hit on the body, blood oozed from the corner of Chen Ping's mouth, especially the last punch, which bounced off Chen Ping's body.

Even though it was the first time imitating other people's boxing, Zhongqiu, who still punched calmly and well-organized, was about to make another round with ten punches, and immediately backed up a few steps, backed up again, and swept across the ravine backwards, it turned out that At the moment when Chen Pingan seemed to be exhausted, the body in the wall rebounded slightly. At that moment, Zhong Qiu was like a hair on his back. When he thought about it, Zhong Qiu voluntarily gave up the good situation and chose to stop. retreat.

Zhong Qiu was extremely vigilant, and he underestimated the young man's ability to suffer from pain, and almost fell victim to it.

Chen Pingan felt a little regretful, but he was able to successfully deliver a punch in the Drum Beating Stance by only a hair's breadth.

So Zhongqiu's fake ten punches were for nothing.

After Chen Pingan floated to the ground, he walked slowly towards the ravine.

Zhong Qiu couldn't help but laugh.

I learn your boxing, you learn my steps

But Zhong Qiu narrowed his eyes.

The big boxing frame he realized by himself has nothing to do with boxing moves, but to train his back like a mountain, his shoulders like clouds and flowing water, and then his elbows like an eagle's beak, and finally his hands and fists, all in one go. Once it is set up, it will continue to struggle, just like a mountain is rooted in the ground. The opponent's punch or sword, no matter how fierce or subtle, is always an enemy of Zhong Qiu's entire spirit.

Such a proud boxing frame privately named "Peak Top" by Zhong Qiu, even for a master of foreign boxing like the eight-armed god Xue Yuan, let him watch and steal his master with wide-eyed eyes, watching it over and over again, I'm afraid I can't really see the inner essence, it looks like it's not difficult, but without a few years of painstaking research, it seems impossible

But the young man in front of him actually had a bit of a sense of his own boxing.

The two confronted each other again across a gully.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath, and it was rare for him to take the initiative to speak in the process of fighting with others, "Do you have a name for this fist fight?"

Zhong Qiu nodded and smiled and said: "The name is Feng Ding. When I realized it in the early years, I was young and vigorous. I thought that if I continued to practice, I would definitely be able to stand on the top of the world. Later, I didn't bother to change it. Among the ten direct disciples, Most of them have practiced for 20 or 30 years, and they haven’t made it to the top without you just looking at them casually, and they are worthy of being exiled immortals.”

Chen Ping suddenly laughed and said, "The first boxing book I practiced is called Shaking Mountain Boxing."

Zhongqiu laughed and said, "Is it my fist that can tower over mountains, or your fist that can shake mountains? Let's see."

Zhong Qiu took a step back, squatting on his knees slightly, raised one hand high, tilted his wrist slightly, his palm was like a grasping object, and closed the other hand into a fist in front of him.

Even if he was still, at this moment, Zhong Qiu still made all the spectators in the street feel a sense of suffocation.

This is the first hand in the world, the first time that he has put on a real fist fight in a serious way.

Chen Pingan's heart is like still water.

This time I was looking for the Taoist Temple in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom. After wandering around for so long, it finally upset Chen Pingan. He even delayed putting down his boxing and sword skills. It's passed, but there are some things that I didn't pay attention to at the time, but after the enemy Zhongqiu, it is not only a consonant move, but also a lot of accumulation.

When I first lived in that house, because I often passed by the neighboring martial arts school, Chen Pingan had nothing to do, so he sat silently in the shadow where no one noticed, peeping at the "Lian Jiazi" in the eyes of the common people. "Old style" practice boxing, the teacher who teaches boxing is an old man, who is regarded as a god by his disciples. In addition to teaching stance, steps and boxing, he will also talk about his deeds and feats in the rivers and lakes. From Chen Ping's point of view, the old man's boxing skills are really not popular.

At that time, Chen Ping'an quickly left quietly.

Later, I searched for the Taoist temple without any clues, so I went to the martial arts hall again, which was a relief.

At that time, the martial arts master was watching his disciples standing on the ground, while holding his hands behind his back, talking about very empty martial arts principles, such as a branch moving a hundred branches, our internal boxing, we don’t listen to the sound or look at the shape, but listen to Jin, at this point, it is considered home.The muscles and bones need to be loose, and the fur needs to be attacked. Once someone sneaked up on him from behind. Out of pure instinct, I turned around and punched him out, beating him half to death.

Chen Pingan heard it a little funny, and finally the master did a rare thing that Chen Pingan had seen for the first time.

Let him look at the old man with admiration for the first time.

The old man asked a young man who had just become a disciple to stand still, and then asked two people to hold his hands tightly, making his arms tense and straight, and another two people squatted on the ground, tightly hugging the man's legs After the knees, the old man began to straighten the spine, not to pinch the muscles to put on an empty frame, but to stroke from the neck and cervical spine of the disciples all the way down one by one.

Finally, when the old man pressed down on the tail, he suddenly pressed it softly, the disciple was startled and shuddered, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and the roots stood up like a lush forest.

The young disciple's struggle caused the two senior brothers who straightened his arms to sway, and he pulled him to take a step, and the two who hugged their legs only moved slightly.

The old man was a little disappointed, but he didn't say anything.

If the four people holding the limbs failed to stabilize their bodies, they would be regarded as good martial arts practitioners. The student who was schooled by the big dragon has fair aptitude, but he certainly has no great future.

Chen Ping watched it with gusto at the time, but didn't think about it afterwards.

Up to this moment today, when people were blocked here for no reason, and there were continuous fights one after another, trapped in a tight siege, almost certain to die, Chen Ping'an suddenly became enlightened.

Before becoming an enemy with Lu Fang, his boxing skills were able to be retracted freely.

But the mood did not keep up.

But after fighting Zhongqiu, his mood also improved.

Especially after learning Zhongqiu's big boxing form and remembering "Xiao Dalong", Chen Ping'an's heartstrings moved, and with the same thought, he couldn't help but walk the pile with the original six steps of Shaking Mountain Fist, straight forward, with the intention of punching Whether to close or let go, I don't care at all, unconsciously, step by step volleying in the air.

However, Chen Pingan, who had practiced a million boxing exercises, walked out of the fifth step, and his entire spine was like a self-calibrating dragon, making a series of cracking sounds of soybeans.

Zhongqiu's figure surged forward, and he threw out a punch, intending to knock the young man back from above the ravine with one punch.

Chen Pingan, who walked like riding the wind, also threw out a punch.

The two were arms apart, and their fists hit each other's chest almost at the same time.

Zhong Qiu's green shirt fluttered in disorder, and disappeared in the street in an instant, rumbling. If someone overlooks the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom from the air, they will find a long straight line torn apart, and a punch backwards two times. Zhongqiu, who was ten feet tall, finally stopped his retreating momentum, and his legs were already sunk into the ground.

Although only slightly injured, Zhong Qiu lost in the end.

The one in the white robe stood beside the ravine on the street, never taking a step back.

If we only talk about this world, Zhongqiu is no longer the number one in the world.

Instead, Chen Wudi was within arm's length.