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The wind disappeared and the clouds cleared.

An Qisheng slowly spit out a stale gas, and the boiling blood calmed down.

Pang Wanyang's punch was almost crushed by the void. Under the stubborn impact, he was equal to physically fighting against the world, and naturally suffered tremendous pressure.

However, his physique is unparalleled, and he has just completed his horizontal training. This punch cannot hurt him at all.

With his breath spitting out, the slight damage to the small parts of his body had slowly recovered.

"Brother?"

Yun Hai came up to the sky, slightly worried.

"In the end, there was only one blow. The body of the sheep snake and Qimai could not carry his full strength. This blow would not hurt me."

An Qisheng waved slightly.

"February the following year, wasn't that the day that the master Xiu called for Pang Wanyang?"

Wang Jianglong looked at Sanyin.

Sanyin nodded solemnly, looking at An Qisheng:

"Mr. Tao, the ancestor had a fight with Pang Wanyang this February. That Pang Wanyang was afraid to invite you to come.

The faces of several other monks were also not good-looking.

Such a martial art has come from a ray of God's will. How arrogant is his true body, which is tens of thousands of miles away?

Even if they have confidence in their ancestors, there are some shadows in the hearts of these monks.

"There are only a few people who are going to watch the war ..."

An Qisheng glanced at several people in Wanjian Shanzhuang among the crowd and said calmly:

"Mu Qingfeng, the runner, the true master of moon worship, and so on, I'm afraid I'm also watching the battle ..."

Sanyin and others nodded slightly, and they had received similar news.

"This is to die and live, or die?"

An Qisheng murmured to the sea of ​​clouds.

Then took a step forward under the crowd of several people.

He stood in front of the Taiji map, the white robe was a little broken, and the grand square was a mess.

But many people in the martial arts did not have any contempt, and their hearts were in awe.

Even Pang Wanyang failed to hurt him. Such strength is enough to shake the world.

"Everyone is surprised."

An Qisheng's palm was lightly pressed, and the invisible vitality had suppressed the dust air flowing on the court:

"Today, I have established the authority of kings, and the kings and the heavens and the earth share evidence!"

The mighty sound waves echoed over the sky and could be heard for dozens of miles.

The mountain of kingship was silent first, and then countless people arched their hands together:

"I'll wait for congratulations.

........

The top of the Sacred Mountain of Six Prisons.

In the gate of Liuzong Dezong Mountain, just like a village, there seems to be a flash of lightning.

At the edge of Wanzhang Bingfeng, Pang Wanyang, who was wearing a blue shirt, stood with his hands in his hands, and looked at the looming clouds for three days.

He looked so carefully, it seemed that he wanted to inhale Da Ri into his eyes.

"The cathode is yang, the anode is yin, Tai Chi, Tai Chi, may yin and yang be united?"

Pang Wanyang's mind fluttered, as if he saw the man on the top of the king's power tens of thousands of miles away.

An indescribable feeling lingered in his heart.

For tens of thousands of years, many great masters have chosen Tai Yin Wu Ji or Sun Wu Ji. It is not that no one has chosen a fellow initiate, but not to mention the dilemma.

Just saying any one can climb to the top, and it is expected to be in heaven, so why bother?

He used to think so.

But this time he saw the Taiji picture from tens of thousands of miles away, and his heart trembled.

What would be the situation if Taiyin Wuji was with the sun Wuji?

"Unfortunately, too late ..."

Pang Wanyang sighed slightly.

There is coexistence of yin and yang in the human and god, and then one must choose to kill the other.

The moment he achieved Tai Yin Wuji, there was no trace of yang in his ‘god’.

As for cathode anode ...

Huh ~

Between the roar of air, a figure in white came suddenly and landed ten feet behind Pang Wanyang, softly:

"Why does the lord sigh?"

"White lotus!"

Pang Wanyang stood with his hands in a soft tone:

"Slay the demon!"

"what?"

Mrs. Bai Lian was shocked, her eyes were surprised.

He wanted to ask, but Pang Wanyang had already stepped into the billowing clouds.

He sat cross-legged, floating in the sea of ​​clouds, floating up and down with three days.

........

Time is like water, and it's just a month past. The ice and snow melted between the heavens and the earth, and everything is recovering.

At the top of the mountain of king power, the once destroyed slate has been paved and tidy.

But the great monarchy is still empty.

With the opening of An Qisheng's school, countless people came to learn art, but he did not accept any disciples.

Except for Jiang Tingting and Zhang Haohao, even Liu Ming and Sun En were never included in his income.

On the contrary, some refugees who could not eat near them were recruited by Tieshan as miscellaneous service, and could have a foothold in the royal road.

The backyard of Wang Dao Road is also the original site of Taoist Temple that was once ashes.

An Qisheng sat cross-legged under an old bare tree, facing the rising sun, seemingly consuming the essence of the sun and the moon.

This old tree, once burned by the snake king mountain gangsters, almost became charcoal, but with the spring, the old tree actually pulled out branches again.

But it was under his aura, revived.

The breeze was blowing, the ubiquitous heaven and earth aura fell into his body.

Why is the internal force derived from true qi, purified and refined by Tianyizhu, and then added to the extremely complicated cycle of Qi pulse.

Repeatedly, endlessly.

"Inner Qi, Internal Force, True Qi, Qi Pulse, Shen Pulse ..."

An Qisheng was thinking in his heart.

He does not accept disciples, naturally it is not because he is too high-minded to look down on these worshippers, nor is he afraid that there are other forces in them.

It is that he has not completely sorted out a cultivation system.

A complete set of martial arts inheritance includes boxing, palms, fingers, legs, internal qigong method, internal force method, true qigong method, qigong method, sacred pulse method, vertical training, horizontal martial arts, knife and stick And so on.

If there is such a complete set of inheritance, dare to open a sect?

Although there are many martial arts in any one Qi pulse, how many can be founders?

Can't it?

I dare not!

You dare to pass on the martial arts skills you learned from other schools today, and someone will come to you the next day.

Although An Qisheng didn't care.

But he did not have such a thick face, and passed on the martial arts of other schools.

Therefore, no matter to sort out what he has learned or to inherit the royal power, he must sum up a system of martial arts.

The so-called foundation is not only the sectarian foundation, but also its own foundation.

The fastest thing to learn is often not hard work, but imparting to others.

call!

Suck!

In the inaudible breathing, a figure came in and landed in the backyard.

"call!"

The comer did very good work, without any sound in every move, like a tanuki walking on tiptoes.

He felt the intangible and intangible, but real, aura of Qi a little, his body soothed, only that every small part of his body became very active.

It's faster to move than before.

Even if it's not the first experience, it's still a little weird.

Only in this aura, ordinary people are afraid that they can live to the end of their lives without disease and disaster, and it is not impossible to live a long life.

If you walk the world, it is not impossible to be regarded as a fairy.

"The road extends in all directions, and the door is wide open. Why does Yunxia like it?"

An Qisheng opened his eyes and looked at the person.

A grey breeze, a long knife hanging from the waist, but it was Yun Dongliu, who had not been seen for a long time.

Since the chivalry man departed, he suddenly appeared in the royal road, and he had nowhere to go, and had nowhere to go.

"I'm probably used to it."

Yun Dongliu's voice was a little hoarse, and he didn't return to his original appearance.

But compared to the former lifelessness, his heart is much better.

"Your teacher doesn't remember hating you."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

However, it is also known that this is a knot in Yundong Liu's heart, not a question of forgiveness or forgiveness.

"Under the circumstances, the teacher never hurt me, I knew he forgave me, but ..."

The meaning of Xiao Suo on Yun Dongliu's face flashed, but he did not want to talk too much about it, instead he said:

"It's you, and in your current position, why bother with ordinary people?"

"Who says martial arts must be generous?"

An Qisheng smiled.

It ’s okay to practice martial arts, or to seek the Tao. There is no such thing as love, but it is not affected by any jade hope, and can make the most accurate choice at all times.

It's not to slap yourself and fight back ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ You can't swear it, and you should pretend to be generous if you lose.

How to report retaliation with virtue?

"It's up to you."

Yun Dongliu is obviously not interested in bullying ordinary people, just saying:

"Then Zhen Rencha, after I ran out of his family's wealth, I was fainted a few times, and after waking up, he became stupid. Although, all his furniture was only 1,220 silver ... .... "

"A lot."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

For the people in the rivers and lakes, the money comes easily. Although there is not much industry in the Chivalry Gate, even if it is reduced to Orion, with the martial arts like Yundongliu, it can sell a couple of big insects every day Silver out.

Naturally, these 1,222 pieces of silver will not be regarded in the eyes, but in fact, these silvers are enough for a family of five to live and eat forever.

The analogy of Da Xuan is more than 5 million Da Xuan coins.

Ordinary people, can this number be saved under the overwhelming expense?

More than half of it is the legacy of Wang Quan.

It was because he was pitted by this jerk, that he almost killed him as soon as he came across, and almost starved to death in the view with the two little guys.

Yundong Liu shook his head:

"Just a little punishment and a great commandment. Without money, he is more uncomfortable than dead."

An Qisheng's heart seemed to be aware of the courtyard door, and Sun En quietly looked, his eyes suddenly moved.

Hum ~

The spirit flickered a little, pulling up.

Between the crickets, he seemed to see a sword like a real dragon stepping on a bird.

Flashed by.