Sword of Coming

Two flying swords broke through the wall one after another, seriously injuring Hairpin Huarang who had just recovered all the beads.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Fang, who had the upper hand, was punched back into the street. The last punch even hit Lu Fang into the wall.

Finally, Zhong Qiu, the national master of Nanyuan Kingdom, came to finish the show.

Zhong Qiu, known as the best fighter in the world, knocked back the young man with one punch and saved Lu Fang, who was no longer able to fight back.

Feng Qingbai took the opportunity to take back his sword. Not only that, he also tried to find an opportunity to return Dachun to Lu Fang. However, when Zhong Qiu suddenly appeared, Feng Qingbai gave up the idea to avoid adding unnecessary unnecessary trouble.

Feng Qingbai let out a long breath. If Zhong Qiu had punched him on the temple, he would probably have to rely on his master's money to recruit people. Otherwise, he would have to be reincarnated again and again in the Lotus Flower Blessed Land. The fundamental of a Taoist cultivator , is constantly being consumed and melted, and integrated into this world. The heaven and earth are furnaces, and all things are copper. This is the principle.

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

That person never showed up and didn't want to see the world. There is only a little Taoist boy holding a banana fan, who is specifically responsible for the operation of the entire Lotus Flower Blessed Land. Of course, he also deals with the Tongyezhou Earth Immortal who is qualified to have access to the inside story of the Blessed Land. Before Feng Qingbai came down, under the leadership of his master, Having met that boy, the founder of the Jade Pu Realm would have to treat that little guy who spoke irritably as an equal.

After arriving at the Lotus Root Blessed Land, just a dozen years later, I felt as if I was in another world.

Somewhere in the dark, Feng Qingbai had an intuition that this time he would sharpen his Dao Sword Heart, and that would probably be the end of it. If he was lucky, he would be able to obtain an important weapon from the Immortal family with a magic weapon rank.

After all, his combat power is intact now. On the other hand, Lu Fang has come to an end, and his Taoist heart will probably be damaged. Even if he returns to Tongye Continent, it will be a big trouble.

Banishing immortals to immortals sounds very beautiful, but in fact it is not. Only Zhou Fei, who admires "If you don't enjoy happiness in life, how are you different from animals and plants", after coming down, you will not touch the basics of cultivation at all, and you will be naturally relaxed and comfortable.

But people like him, Feng Qingbai and Lu Fang, are very dangerous. Even though his predecessor Tong Qingqing has become the head of Jingxinzhai and is one of the four great masters in the world, he has still been hiding in Tibet for decades and has not yet appeared. , is an excellent example.

After gathering his cluttered thoughts, Feng Qingbai began to review the battle and try to figure out as many ways as possible.

He had been observing this peak fight from a distance. Stones from other mountains could attack jade. This was a state of mind used in cultivating the path. It was similar to the Buddhist visualization method.

In Feng Qingbai's eyes, the battle at the top of the mountain in Lotus Flower Blessed Land was actually not inferior to the battle between Golden Elixir and Nascent Soul in Tongye Continent.

The fight between the young man in white robe and Lu Fang was already so exciting. What would happen if Ding Ying and Yu Zhenyi, the finalists of good and evil, finally took action?

Feng Qingbai was not optimistic about Chen Ping'an at first, because Lu Fang was worthy of being the embryonic sword fairy of Tongyezhou. He had been under heavy oppression, and in the lotus flower blessed land with thin spiritual energy, he went upstream, found a new way, and once again touched the way of swordsmanship. At the threshold, Lu Fang's sword can be used to attack from afar and defend from near.

But the result was unexpected.

The magic trick that broke the situation was that that person actually saw that Lu Fang must save Zhou Shi.

There are rumors in the world that Lu Fang and Zhou Fei are sworn enemies. Lu Fang once climbed a mountain with a sword, and had a life-or-death battle with Lu Fang in the Spring Chao Palace. There is no way to lie.

Feng Qingbai has been in Lotus Flower Blessed Land for more than ten years, and that young man has only just arrived. Logically speaking, he should be more unfamiliar with the scenery on the top of this world. Feng Qingbai really can't understand that in a fight, bystanders should understand the authorities and be confused. That's right, didn't that young man not only come down with a complete body and soul, but he was also familiar with many inside stories? That's why he broke the rules and was regarded as a rebellious official and traitor by the Heavenly Dao here. He must be defeated and eliminated quickly?

Although the injury was serious and the entire shoulder was bruised, fortunately it was just a traumatic injury. Zhou Shi managed to stop the bleeding with the Spring Chao Palace healing elixir baked by Zhou Fei. He leaned against the wall side by side with Ya'er and said with a bleak smile: "I have tried my best. ”

The romantic and elegant man with a hairpin has attracted countless beauties to be ashamed. Unfortunately, there is no romance at this moment, only abjection.

Ya'er is trying his best to suppress the chaotic Qi with a secret method of the Demon Cult. This is the martial arts manual of the Chuihua Sect, one of the three sects of the Demon Cult. It has the effect of blooming dead trees. It is rumored that the master of a certain generation of the Chuihua Sect has deceived the mirror of that generation. The holy girl who fasted in her heart was able to peek into half of the "Returning to Original Scripture". The Scripture can make people rejuvenate and rejuvenate themselves. The owner of the Chuihua Sect is a genius who reversed the Scripture and used it for his own purposes, compiling this secret of the devil's sect. It is a classic, but the sequelae are huge. Although the person who uses it can forcibly suppress serious injuries, it will age rapidly and accelerate the decay of the body. The heroes of the Weeping Flower Sect in the past will only use this method in a life-and-death battle with no retreat.

Ya'er's face was ashen, and there was even a trace of white frost on his temples.

Zhou Shi sighed. If he were handed a bronze mirror at this moment, would the most proud girl Ya'er go crazy?

Zhou Shi didn't know whether to comfort her or himself, "Don't worry, my dad will be here soon. I will be safe by then, and you won't die."

Under the far wall, there is a broken pipa, lying alone on the ground. Its owner has disappeared. Every once in a while, there will be drops of blood on the ground.

When Chen Pingan 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 injury, felt their hearts tighten at the same time.

Lu Fang "pulled" himself out of the wall and landed gently on the ground. His body was unstable. He smiled and wanted to reach out to help him. Lu Fang shook his head and stretched out his hand to control the big sword back. On the way, the scabbard united and grew again. With his sword on the ground, Lu Fang, who had a profound cultivation level that could be said to be as high as in the Ouhua Blessed Land, fell to the bottom of the valley, and the ten fists of the gods beat the drums continuously. Lu Fang, who was not in top physical condition, almost lost his soul.

Lu Fang's eyes were dark, and he turned to the smiling face of Qiantang, his real name, and said, "Let me rest for a while, and you can accompany me to have a drink."

Smiley nodded sadly.

Just like the first time we met in Jianghu, he was the frustrated person again.

Lu Fang chose to take the lead this time, not only to protect Zhou Shi, but also for his sake, Qiantang. The smiling face was not among the twenty people in the world. Before coming to the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, Lu Fang said that he would take him to his hometown to see Qiantang. Look, go and meet the real Wind Controlling Immortal. Although Lu Fang's words were plain at that time, his high-spirited spirit was unique to the Bird's-eye View Sword Immortal. Even a blind man could feel his smiling face.

The two left the street together.

Before Lu Fang left, he clasped his fists at Zhong Qiu to express his gratitude, and then said something to Zhou Shi to take care of himself.

When they arrived at the tavern where the woman sold wine, the woman saw the man who had stolen the sword. His strong muscles were no longer useful, and he was cursing. Lu Fang tried to persuade her, and then she brought two jugs of the worst wine to the table. After a hard throw, Smiley Qiantang almost couldn't help but slap the tongue-tied woman to death.

Lu Fang took out a simple small hairpin from his arms, handed it to Smiley Face, and said in a deep voice: "In the next twenty years, I may have to trouble you to do two hard things. One is to carry this thing with you and find my reincarnation. If you are close to me, the small chakra will be hot and you will feel the emotion. The second is to find a long sword named 'Chaoyuan'. I don't force this matter, maybe it will be like this big sword. , become someone else’s sword.”

Smiley looked surprised.

"I've made up my mind."

Lu Fang did not explain more, "Take the small basket, drink this pot of wine, and leave Nanyuan Country quickly. If you stay here, it will only make me die faster."

The smiling face had never seen Lu Fang take things so seriously, so he had to carefully put away the small hairpin and nodded in agreement.

After drinking the wine, Lu Fang glanced at his close friend with a smile. Lu Fang just said calmly: "If you really find me, don't worry about anything, especially don't teach me martial arts deliberately."

"I got it."

The smiling face no longer smiled, and there was a cry in his voice.

However, Lu Fang didn't feel sad about spring or autumn. After silently sending his smiling face out of the wine shop, Lu Fang turned his head and looked somewhere and sneered: "You can show up now. I can take the head of a banished immortal as long as I can." ."

A stooped old man walked out of the corner, coughing as he walked. If the smiling Qiantang was still with Lu Fang, he would definitely recognize this old man who was about to collapse in the wind. The eight-armed man among the top ten in the world of his generation Xue Yuan, the god, was squeezed out of the top ten people twenty years ago and was in decline. He was only at the bottom of the bottom ten people. He was once entangled by Xiaolianer for a year with his body skills and became a joke in the world.

Lu Fang sighed in his heart.

I never thought that the prophecy would come true at Guniu Jiang.

At that time, Yu Zhenyi secretly gathered a group of heroes and named them to encircle and suppress the four immortals Ding Ying, Zhou Fei, Tong Qingqing and Feng Qingbai. Lu Fang laughed and said that he was not one of them. Now it seems that the answer is obvious. This may not be Yu Zhenyi's original intention. , but seeing Lu Fang seriously injured and defeated, with Yu Zhenyi's indifferent nature, he naturally would not miss this golden opportunity.

"It's really sad that Bird's Eye Sword Immortal has been reduced to such a miserable state. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it."

Xue Yuan grinned and teased Lu Fang. The old man was missing several teeth and slowly walked towards the wine shop. It was hard to imagine that this was the number one foreign martial artist in the world before Zhong Qiu.

Lu Fang smiled and said: "Yu Zhenyi is very generous, and he is willing to let you pick up the heads."

Xue Yuan bent down and stopped twenty steps away from the door of the wine shop, "Zhenren Yu is a god in this world, and he is not an ordinary person like me. He can't despise this opportunity. Besides, Lu Da Sword Immortal still has three or four points of strength to deal with a person." The old Xue Yuan still has some chance of winning."

Lu Fang sneered: "Great Sword Immortal? Have you seen it? Are you worthy?"

Xue Yuan still smiled and said: "Whether you are worthy or not, whatever the Great Sword Immortal Lu says is whatever he says."

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 its head, Xue Yuan's aura changed completely. This is the demeanor of a master who once ranked among the top ten in the world. Yuan's face became gloomy and terrifying, he was furious, and his words were full of resentment and resentment, "You high-ranking immortals, all deserve to die! Yes, it's the look in your eyes now, Lu Fang, even though it's obvious that a phoenix that sheds its hair is not as good as a chicken." Now, you still treat everyone in the world like this, like ants!"

Lu Fang was noncommittal.

But he knew that the last battle in his life was today, and he was not happy enough. He was like this with the young man before, and it was even more frustrating to fight with Xue Yuan who took advantage of others' danger.

At this moment, Xue Yuan, who had just taken off his cover, was like a god coming to the world, but his body stiffened for a moment, and someone grabbed his neck from behind and lifted him up bit by bit.

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

The guy who attacked the old man had a warm voice and said with a smile: "What's wrong with treating you like ants? That's right, you are what you are."

With a click, Xue Yuan's neck was broken and he was gently thrown to the street by the man.

The wine-selling woman screamed loudly, and the guests in the wine shop shouted, "Kill, kill, kill, the birds and beasts dispersed."

Without Xue Yuan blocking his sight, that person was a handsome young man, Zhou Fei who came from Jingang Temple.

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

It turned out to be Qiantang with a smiling face.

Zhou Fei casually threw out the small stick again.

Lu Fang slowly knelt down and lightly touched the face of the head, asking his friend to close his eyes and stare blankly at the smiling face. Lu Fang did not look at Zhou Fei, nor did he pick up the small hairpin. He just asked in a trembling voice: "Why?"

Zhou Fei was silent for a moment and answered the question, "When did Lu Fang become a sloppy loser? He came here to break up the relationship, but in the end it turns out that the relationship is not broken, so that's it. The worst he can do is return without success, and in the end he won't even compare to a stranger." You can't pick up or let go of a dead person's head that is no better than a human being. Lu Fang, even if you return to Tongye Continent, let alone reach the upper five realms, I firmly believe that you won't even be able to stay in the Nascent Soul realm!"

Zhou Fei knelt down and said, "Tell it yourself, why are you here for this? I am the dignified head of the Jiang family of Jade Guizong, spending so many years with you in this blessed land of lotus roots. What is your purpose?"

I don't know when, but the big sword was lying quietly at Lu Fang's feet, along with a small sword and a head, all lying on the street.

In the distance behind Zhou Fei, there stood those stunning beauties who would captivate the entire country. Some were as slender as willows, while others were as plump as autumn rice.

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

Zhou Fei said with an angry smile: "My son is dead and he will be reborn. But you, Lu Fang, died in the blessed land of lotus root. Should I waste another sixty years?"

Zhou Fei stood up, waved, and called a beautiful woman who still had charm to his side, "Go and have a drink with Senior Brother Lu, whom you respected and admired the most back then. We haven't seen each other for so many years. You will definitely have some fun." A lot to say.”

The woman turned pale.

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

The ground shook, and Zhou Fei's figure disappeared.

Those women flew away like birds with fluttering wings, their clothes fluttering and colorful ribbons hanging in the air. This beautiful scene made passers-by on the nearby streets mesmerized.

Lu Fang stood up and said to the woman with a strange yet familiar face, "Sit down and chat?"

The woman nodded tremblingly.

The two of them sat across from each other. The proprietress of the wine shop was squatting behind the counter. Lu Fang went to get two bottles of wine. Before Lu Fang could pour the wine, he had been accustomed to women serving others after staying in Spring Chao Palace for so many years. He quickly got up and poured wine for Lu Fang, and then poured himself a bowl.

Lu Fang didn't look at the once heartbreaking face, but glanced at the green hands that were maintained like a girl's. He picked up the wine bowl and smiled.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a while, then got up and went to the street outside the wine shop, helping Lu Fang retrieve the small sword and the big chun sword. Even the smiling face's head was picked up by her, and she just put it on the She walked to another table in the wine shop and sat down, then she smiled sweetly.

Lu Fang held the wine bowl in one hand and turned to look at the empty street.

It was as if I saw a pair of boys and girls, a perfect match, chasing each other and having fun.

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Zhong Qiu only had eyes for the young man in white robes, and he said: "When you and I fight, no one will interfere, so you just punch with all your heart."

Zhongqiu added, "If someone still secretly attacks you, I, Zhongqiu, will definitely kill him to the death, whether it is Ding Ying or Yu Zhenyi."

Chen Ping'an raised the back of his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. A wound was exposed on his arm, showing the white bones. In order to block Lu Fang's sword, the sleeve of the snow-white robe was torn with a big hole. This was the second part of the golden robe. Once it was damaged, although the magic weapon's effect was restricted, its toughness was still there, which fully demonstrated the superior killing power of Lu Fang's swordsmanship.

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

The pace seems slow, but in fact, one step reaches two or three feet, and there is no slight fluctuation in energy.

Zhong Qiu was a national teacher of Nanyuan Kingdom and a famous scholar who was excellent in calligraphy and painting.

Every word and sentence must comply with the rules, and every punch and kick must be within the law.

The one who reaches the pinnacle is the literary sage and martial master.

Plant autumn is both.

Ding Ying looked down upon the warriors in the world, but looked down upon Zhong Qiu. There was certainly a reason for this.

Chen Pingan stood there, motionless.

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

Chen Pingan could only roughly understand the invincible appearance of the old man in the downtrodden Shanzhu House. There was really a huge disparity in cultivation. The distance between the two sides was too far, and Chen Pingan couldn't figure out its purpose.

The old man surnamed Cui's martial arts is too high. Although it is not a boost to Chen Ping'an's talents, it will not be of great benefit to Chen Ping'an as he climbs every level after entering the four realms, down to every step he takes.

However, the unique meaning of Ding Ying and Zhong Qiu's unity of nature and man was not deeply felt by Chen Pingan the first time, but it became chewy and tasted the second time.

Zhong Qiu simply came towards him like this, without the fierceness of Pink Vajra Ma Xuan, without the cunning and sinister smile, and without the boldness and sharpness of Feng Qingbai's assassination sword.

Zhong Qiu's unnoticeable shoulders swayed slightly. He was wearing a green shirt, and the mystery on his shoulders was like the passing clouds beside the ancient pine trees.

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

Because Zhongqiu's punches were too weird, Chen Ping'an was distracted for the first time. He hesitated whether to use the drum beating style of a god to meet the enemy and win the final word, or to use a weapon from "The Book of Swordsmanship" to suppress the god's head. Fortunately, Chen Pingan gave up both options immediately, retreated, and slid out. At the same time, he instinctively raised his arms and covered his face with his palms.

Zhong Qiu punched Chen Pingan in the palm of his hand.

Click to stop.

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

Flying backwards with a bang.

He twisted his body, his two snow-white sleeves swayed in the air, and stood again three feet away.

Zhong Qiu still held his hands behind his back and said calmly: "It is not necessary to be distracted."

Chen Pingan clenched and unclenched his left hand. The numbness in his palm, as if it had been struck by lightning, was gone.

Zhong Qiu said with a smile: "You guys are too smart. Without this test, I wouldn't even be sure whether you are left-handed. With Lu Fang's ten punches, you can probably be sure that Lu Fang will die, so During this period, I deliberately exchanged left and right punches, six on the left and four on the right. I guess you started preparing for the next battle at that time, right?"

Chen Pingan said nothing.

Zhong Qiu didn't take it seriously, "The reason why I suppressed my temper and told you all this is because in order to save Lu Fang, my punch was very unkind, so you were distracted just now, and I am your subordinate. If you show mercy, you won’t kill me. I won’t be polite to you next time.”

Zhong Qiu turned to Feng Qingbai and the others and said, "No one should touch that little girl on the bench, otherwise don't blame me for killing innocent people indiscriminately..."

In an instant, Chen Ping'an was behind Zhong Qiu, swung his arm, then suddenly shook his forearm, and punched Zhong Qiu in the back of the head like an arrow.

As soon as Zhong Qiu's back collapsed, his back was bulging like a mountain, and his left and right ribs were swimming like dragons. He didn't even move a step, and he was forced to take Chen Pingan's powerful and fierce punch.

Because Chen Ping'an didn't use the drum-beating style of a god, his fists were too big and his momentum was too loud. Against a great master like Zhong Qiu, who was extremely skilled in martial arts, his punch would probably fail.

A pure martial artist who has practiced kung fu deeply will be able to avoid being seen or heard, and avoid danger. He can even kill the person who is close to the bed in his sleep, and then continue to sleep soundly.

Chen Pingan just punched with all his strength as usual, and Zhongqiu unexpectedly managed to stand as firm as a mountain. In this way, it would be difficult to stop when the punch was successful. Zhongqiu backhanded a punch and smashed it. Chen Pingan was hit in the ribs, and Chen Pingan flew away. Zhongqiu's second punch was only kicked by Chen Pingan, and Zhongqiu lost the opportunity to beat the drowned dog.

The two stood apart again.

Zhong Qiu twitched his lips. It turned out that the Nanyuan Kingdom's national master 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.

It was often a small space, and the fists of both sides either missed each other, or they exchanged punches seemingly casually. This fight turned out to be silent.

Compared to the previous earth-shattering battle between Chen Pingan and Lu Fang, it was completely opposite.

Zhou Shi couldn't understand it at all.

The banished immortal Feng Qingbai was slightly better, because he had come into contact with some martial arts masters in Tongyezhou.

A truly majestic punch, when it hits a person, is like a boulder thrown into a lake, causing ripples to cause external injuries and stimulate internal injuries.

Zhong Qiu once beat a Henglian master so hard that he lay on the hospital bed for several years with just one punch. Under his clothes, his skin was shattered like porcelain, not to mention the internal organs inside.

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

Finally, the first small victory was determined.

Chen Ping'an was pushed aside by a tricky elbow and his fist was pushed away by Zhong Qiu. He jumped over the ravine and hit the opposite wall.

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

Chen Pingan did not fall down like Pipa Girl and Lu Fang did before. He shook his shoulders and shook his clothes. The rocks on the wall that were smashed by his back fell with a clatter. Just as Chen Pingan was about to make a move, Zhong Qiu's punches suddenly became extremely fast. There are many, one punch comes, one punch comes, and in an instant there are ten punches.

Six with the left hand and four with the right hand.

It was the Shenren drum-beating boxing stance that Zhongqiu imitated. Even the order of punching 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 has not been completely broken, and Chen Ping'an is still trapped in the wall.

Chen Ping'an did not sit back and wait for death. He was too familiar with the drum beating style of the God and had a fight with Zhong Qiu. He roughly knew the way to attack. Four of Zhong Qiu's ten punches were blocked by him.

But after six punches hit his body firmly, blood oozed from the corners of Chen Pingan's mouth, especially the last punch, which caused Chen Pingan's body to bounce.

Even though it was his first time imitating someone else's boxing, Zhongqiu still punched calmly and well-organized. Just when he was about to strike again with ten punches, he immediately took a few steps back, then stepped back again, and passed the ravine backwards. It turned out that At the moment when Chen Ping'an seemed to be exhausted, the body in the wall bounced slightly. At that moment, Zhong Qiu felt like his hair was exploding. His thoughts tightened. Without thinking too much, Zhong Qiu took the initiative to give up the good situation and chose to stop. retreat.

Zhong Qiu was extremely vigilant, but he still underestimated this young man's ability to take pain, and almost fell victim to it.

Chen Ping'an felt a little regretful. He was only a hair away from being able to successfully deliver a punch in the God-man-beating-drum style.

So Zhong Qiu's ten punches, which looked like fakes, were all in vain.

After Chen Pingan landed on the ground, he slowly walked towards the ravine.

Zhong Qiu laughed dumbly.

I learn your boxing style, and you learn my steps?

But Zhongqiu narrowed his eyes.

The big boxing frame he realized by himself has nothing to do with boxing moves. It is about practicing the back like a mountain, the shoulders like flowing clouds, and then the elbow tip like an eagle's beak. Finally, the hands and fists are integrated into one go. Such a frame Once they are set up and kept fighting, it is like a mountain taking root in the earth. No matter how fierce or subtle the opponent's punch or sword is, it is always against Zhongqiu's entire spiritual energy.

Such a proud boxing stance, which Zhong Qiu privately named "Peak", even if it is given to a grand master of foreign boxing like Xue Yuan, the eight-armed god, if he is allowed to watch with wide eyes and watch over and over again, I am afraid that It is also impossible to truly see the inner essence. It is not difficult to look like it, but without several years of dedicated study, it is impossible to imagine it!

But the young man in front of him actually had some ideas of his own boxing.

The two faced off again across a ravine.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath. It was rare that he took the initiative to speak during the fight, "Does your boxing stance have a name?"

Zhong Qiu nodded and said with a smile: "It's called Peak. When I realized it in my early years, I was young and energetic. I felt that if I continued to practice, I would be able to stand on the top of the world. But later I was too lazy to change it. Among the ten direct disciples, Most of them have been practicing for 20 or 30 years, and yet you can't even take a casual look at them, so they are worthy of being banished to immortals."

Chen Ping'an suddenly laughed and said: "The earliest boxing manual I practiced was called Mountain Shaking Boxing."

Zhong Qiu said with a smile: "Should I lift the mountains with my fist, or can you shake the mountain with your fist? Let's give it a try?"

Zhong Qiu took a step back, squatted slightly on his knees, raised one hand high, tilted his wrist slightly, and held his palm like an object, while the other hand was clenched in front of him.

Even though he was still, at this moment, Zhong Qiu still made the people watching the whole street feel the suffocation of the coming rain.

This is the best fighter in the world, the first time he has put on a real boxing stance.

Chen Ping'an felt calm.

On this trip, I was looking for the Taoist temple in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom. I wandered around for so long that in the end, Chen Pingan was so upset that he even delayed putting down his boxing and sword skills. During this period, there were many people and things. After seeing them, he just looked at them. It has passed, but there are some things that I didn't pay attention to at the time, but after facing the enemy Zhong Qiu, I became aware of them and accumulated a lot of experience.

When he first lived in that house, because he often passed by the nearby martial arts gym, Chen Pingan had nothing to do, so he sat silently in the shadows where no one noticed, peeking at the "Lianjiazi" in the eyes of the common people. "When practicing boxing in the "old style", the boxing master 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 world, but In Chen Ping'an's view, the old man's boxing skills were really inferior.

That time, Chen Pingan left quickly and quietly.

Later, I didn't have any clue when looking for a Taoist temple, so I went to a martial arts school to relax.

At that time, the master of the martial arts school was watching the disciples standing, with his hands behind his back, and he was talking about very vague martial arts principles. Jin, only at this point can you consider yourself home. The muscles and bones needed to be loosened and the fur needed to be attacked. Someone once attacked me 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 something rare that Chen Pingan had seen for the first time.

It made 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 grasp his hands, making his arms tighten and straighten. Two more people squatted on the ground and hugged the man's legs tightly. After the knee, the old man began to straighten the spine, not by pinching the muscles, but by straightening the disciple's neck and cervical vertebra all the way down. In the world of martial arts, this is called the "school dragon" who does not distinguish between internal and external fists!

Finally, when the old man pressed to the end, he suddenly pressed with gentle force. The disciple was startled, shuddered, and the hairs all over his body stood up like a dense forest.

The young disciple's struggle caused the two senior brothers who were holding his arms to stagger, and he pulled him to take a step. The two people holding his legs only moved slightly.

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

If the four people who held down the limbs were all unable to stabilize their bodies, then they would be considered good martial arts practitioners. The disciple who was trained as a disciple of Dalong had acceptable qualifications, but he definitely did not have a big future.

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

Until this moment today, people were inexplicably blocked here, fighting one after another, trapped in a tight siege, almost certain to die, Chen Pingan suddenly understood.

Before he became the enemy of Lu Fang, his boxing skills were very flexible.

But the state of mind did not keep up.

But after fighting with Zhongqiu, his mood improved.

Especially after learning Zhong Qiu's big boxing style, and remembering the "school dragon", Chen Ping'an's heart skipped a beat, and together with his thoughts, he couldn't help but move forward with the initial six steps of Shanshanquan, moving straight forward with his fist intention. He didn't care whether he was retracting or releasing. Unknowingly, he was flying step by step.

But Chen Pingan, who has practiced boxing for millions of years, after taking the fifth step, his entire spine was like a self-adjusting dragon, making a series of cracking sounds.

Zhong Qiu's figure surged forward, and he punched out, trying to knock the young man back from the ravine with one punch!

Chen Pingan, who was walking like the wind, also punched out.

The two were at arm's length, and their fists hit each other's chest almost simultaneously.

Zhong Qiu's green shirt was fluttering, and he disappeared on the street in an instant with a rumbling sound. If someone looked down at the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom from the air, they would find that a long straight line was torn apart, and he was knocked back two feet with a punch. Zhongqiu, who was ten feet tall, finally stopped his retreat and his legs were already sunk deep into the ground.

Although he was only slightly injured, Zhongqiu lost after all.

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

If we only talk about this world, Zhong Qiu is no longer the best in the world.

But Chen Wudi is within an arm's length.