Chen Pingan and Nian Xin walked to a prison.
A middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged, barely breathing, as skinny as firewood, and skin and bones, but his fist intention was strong, and the strands of fist intention were condensed into substance, like countless tiny dragons, entrenched in the human body mountain.
A true travel destination.
In the battle before Chen Ping'an came to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, this pure martial artist in the wild world killed six sword cultivators with fists, including one Earth Immortal Sword Cultivator.
The man opened his eyes and asked, "Are you coming to kill me?"
Chen Pingan nodded.
The man glanced at the female sewing woman behind Chen Pingan and said calmly: "Take your own head."
He knew he was no match for that ugly woman who was neither a human nor a ghost. The woman's cruel methods had caused him to suffer a lot.
Chen Ping'an said: "A boxing match will tell the difference between life and death."
The man sneered and said: "A pure martial artist from the Great Wall of Sword Qi wants to use me as a whetstone? I'm afraid that if you punch me, you will hug that bitch's waist and scream in pain. Haha, it's a pity that this bitch looks so real.
Not pretty."
Chen Ping'an said: "Senior Nian Xin, close the cell door. Wait for someone to die before opening it again."
Twisting Core closed the door, and sword-light fences appeared. Inside the cage were two warriors.
The man stood up and said, "It's quite refreshing."
Chen Ping'an cupped his fists and said: "The world is vast, Chen Ping'an."
The man was slightly stunned, clasped his fists and said: "In the wild world, Jinxi City, Hongyin."
One is in the Far Traveling Realm, and the other is in the Golden Body Realm. They punch almost at the same time.
Inside the cage, fists surged.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of punches were thrown at each other. Chen Ping'an mostly used his fists and feet to eliminate the opponent's punches. He defended more and attacked less. In the end, Hongyin hit him in the waist with a kick. His feet were still rooted in the ground, but they moved sideways for more than a foot.
, Hongyin kicked the ground and came closer, but Chen Pingan turned sideways, raised his foot, bent his knees and kicked Hongyin in the abdomen, and with a change of strength, he actually pressed Hongyin to the ground with one leg.
Chen Ping'an did not take advantage of the situation to pursue. Instead, he took two steps back, held his back with one hand, and turned the other hand into a fist, placing it in front of him.
The boxing frame sank slightly.
But his fisting intention is slowly rising.
Hongyin, who was not seriously injured, slapped the ground with her palm, turned over and asked, "Are you giving up?"
Chen Ping'an said: "I know your background, but you don't know my background, so I'll let you test it out. From now on, I will throw hundreds of punches at you to test the lightness of my punches and the strength of my punches. After that."
Hongyin twists her wrist, and all the joints in her body, including her spine and ribs, roll over like a fish, her fists explode, and her divine power pours out.
He had indeed been tempted when he punched and changed his moves before. At this time, Hongyin smiled and said: "If you really want to be confident in your statement, you have to be in the Ninth Realm."
The man had only heard that the pure warriors in the world were all just paper goods due to their innate physiques.
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "I haven't traveled far yet. But on the battlefield, killing Hou Kuimen cost a lot, so that I haven't fully recovered yet. But to tell you straight, I was injured when I was against someone.
If you don't get hurt, it will never be a problem."
Hongyin walked slowly, while Chen Ping'an just stood there without moving his eyes, allowing Hongyin to walk a short arc.
Hongyin, as an extremely powerful traveler, had naturally heard of Hou Kuimen, who was very fancy-dressed. Hongyin had never met him, but had only heard about him. He liked to wear bright red armor and a purple gold crown with phoenix wings.
Two very long feathers, all over the body, are precious treasures. Therefore, Hongyin is quite dissatisfied with Hou Kuimen. As a pure martial artist, he should have nothing but his fists, such as the one in front of him with bare feet and rolled sleeves.
Young people, refreshing and pure.
Hongyin asked: "Is it possible that all the warriors in the world who fight against each other are like you, and they have to explain themselves clearly before taking action? Is there such a strange thing?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "I just want you to punch harder before you die."
After a moment of pause, Chen Pingan was still honest, "You haven't made a move for a long time, your fists and feet are unfamiliar, and you are too worried about the woman outside the cage, and your boxing intention is far from reaching its peak. What's the point of killing you with a few casual punches."
"
Hongyin stopped talking.
When a martial artist asks about boxing, the truth is based on whether the fist is heavy or not, and whether the boxing technique is good or not.
Within a hundred punches after that, Hongyin punched quickly and fiercely, with momentum like a whale swallowing Hongyin, and he was worthy of his name.
A knee hit the opponent's chest, and the young man in blue slipped backwards for more than ten steps. He just put up a boxing stance without throwing a punch. His spine was shaken like a dragon's veins, and all his strength was gone.
Hongyin punched the opponent's shoulder hard at the same time. Taking advantage of the slight gap in the opponent's body, Hongyin's own fist power surged and he hit him closely, causing the young man in green shirt to almost hit the sword-light fence.
But the opponent's eyes, face, and even the intention of the fist were almost dead and motionless.
Hongyin's last kick hit the opponent's neck, causing the opponent's figure to turn upside down several times. In the end, he was propped on the ground with one palm, his head on the ground and his feet in the sky, and his body was still.
Close your eyes tightly, and use your left hand to make sword gestures in front of you.
In the last few punches among the hundred punches, Hongyin twisted her body and threw hard with her long arms, sending the young man flying away. The latter fell down with anger, pointed to the ground with both fingers, and flipped several times, all the same, constantly changing the landing position.
The position just happened to avoid Hongyin's punches, and finally the young man stood calmly, just on the straight line between Hongyin and Nianxin.
The sparring of hundreds of fists has ended. It's not that Hongyin doesn't want to know life and death in an instant, but his martial arts intuition prevents him from getting close to the opponent casually.
Hongyin stopped and was surprised, and Nuxin was also very curious.
Nian Xin, as a qi practitioner from Jinjiazhou who was born as a wild cultivator, has traveled around for hundreds of years, and is a tailor who specializes in looking for good "silks and satins". He is no stranger to the pure martial arts in the world. Even the martial arts of the Nine Realms, there are
A quick fight on a narrow road.
When did a young man in his thirties have such a master's bearing? Moreover, most of the distant travel realm warriors and mountain top realm masters that Nian Xin had seen were overbearing. Even if Shenhua was restrained, his fists were mastered, and he returned to nature.
, but once a punch is thrown, the fighting will be like a heroic spirit. There is no such thing as a young man who punches... calmly and calmly.
After that, the two sides questioned each other, and Twisting Core discovered some clues. Chen Ping'an's choice was even more bizarre, as if he had changed his mind.
Hongyin fought very vigorously, but Chen Ping'an still hit the target, but he only dodged very little and mainly blocked.
After about half a stick of incense, Hongyin suddenly retracted her fist and asked doubtfully: "I have taken two puffs of martial arts energy, but you always use one to fight against the enemy?"
Chen Ping'an wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb and answered the question: "I will come to you for discussion in two days."
Hongyin shook his head, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay to look down on Jinxi City Hongyin. The martial arts skills are not as good as others, so I can't be admired by my opponents, but you, Chen Ping'an, do you think you look down on the martial arts?!"
Chen Pingan was silent for a moment, nodded and said: "Senior, you are right."
Chen Ping'an finally changed his tone of pure Qi. On the outside, the boxing frame looks loose and in the shape of an ape, but on the inside, it is like a dragon. He uses Zhongqiu's "peak" boxing frame to support it, and starts directly with the god-man beating drum style.
Wufu Hongyin, before dying, looked like a fish on a hook, suddenly freed.
The old rule is to twist the core and collect the corpse.
Only this time, Chen Pingan did not watch. He just sat outside the cage and took a sip of wine.
I have long been familiar with many sewing methods, but the twisting core seemed to be idle, and asked: "How do you practice this punch?"
Chen Pingan turned his back to the cage and said slowly: "The person who taught me boxing didn't like to talk about boxing principles. He only had a few words, and one of them has never been forgotten. 'My boxing is in the sky, and there is no one in front of me.'"
Nian Xin nodded and said, "That martial artist is so courageous."
after that.
Chen Ping'an went to the next prison where a demon clan was imprisoned, a golden elixir bottleneck sword cultivator.
A golden elixir bottleneck sword cultivator from a sword sect named Zhengrong Sect.
There are only a handful of sects in the wild world that rely on sword cultivation as the foundation of their existence. They are very different from the vast world. Not just any fifth-level swordsman can establish a sect in the wild world. Even if the sect flag can be set up,
, I can't hold it back. The big monsters in the wild world are running rampant and unscrupulous. Among them, they are the most disgusted with the sword cultivator sect. They slap and stomp a few times. Sword Immortal and sword cultivator are the most valuable after all, so the big monster does not kill people, but only causes harm.
The landscape array comes and goes again and again, who can withstand such a torment?
Therefore, every sword cultivator sect in the wild world will become an extremely powerful mountain force as long as it survives the first hundred years of its establishment.
According to the secret files of the summer palace, the Zhengrong Sect once had a sword immortal from the Great Wall of Sword Qi hiding there. Later, his identity was exposed and he was brutally surrounded and killed. The Zhengrong Sect used several sinister and secret methods to detain the soul of the sword immortal and forcibly demanded the sword practice method.
In the end, the Sword Immortal was refined into a puppet that had some spiritual intelligence left but could only obey the orders of others. He appeared during a siege and was killed by Li Tuimi, the chief minister of the Yan family, with a single sword, and he was freed.
In this cage, after letting Twisting Core open the door, Chen Ping'an signed up for his number, said only the word "ask for sword", and then sacrificed the bird in the cage.
Unexpectedly, the golden elixir bottleneck sword cultivator actually knelt down and said categorically that he was willing to swear allegiance to Chen Ping'an in exchange for his life.
Seeing that the young man was indifferent, the sword cultivator became even more decisive. He was willing to sacrifice the foundation of the great path, peel off the flying sword of his destiny, and give it to Chen Pingan, just to continue to live in this cage.
This direct sword cultivator from the Zhengrong Sect's Patriarch Hall was fighting on the battlefield, and his sword was extremely unpredictable. He had a natal flying sword "Heavenly Sound", which had two natal magical powers. Wherever the flying sword passed, there was no flying sword, only extremely subtle
If the sound of mosquitoes and flies, and the flapping of their wings, ring in a person's ears, it will still be a big movement. If it trembles violently in the acupoints of the person's Qi Mansion, it will naturally be a huge killing force that is as loud as thunder, and
The thundering sound of the flying sword naturally contains the true meaning of the five thunders. The most difficult thing to prevent is that the enemy needs to listen to the sound to identify the flying sword to detect its position. However, once the sound is heard, the flying sword will pierce the sword cultivator's body more quickly.
As soon as the sword energy moved, wind, thunder, clouds and rain suddenly broke out in the small world of the human body.
It was precisely because the flying sword of this demon clan swordsman was so contrary to common sense that he was specifically targeted by the two sword immortals of the Great Sword Qi Wall and was detained in prison.
After Chen Pingan got the "Sound of Nature", he put away the flying sword and the bird in the cage. There are some records in the summer palace about the secret sword training method of Zhengrong Sect, but Chen Pingan asked again and found out many omissions.
Chen Ping'an and Nian Xin looked at each other, and she immediately understood and stepped into prison.
At the same time, a small and exquisite Yin spirit traveled far away from the body, holding ten "embroidery needles" with different colors.
The sword cultivator was filled with hatred when he learned that he would die and cursed Chen Ping'an endlessly.
Nuxin was quite satisfied. Previously, when he asked Na Hongyin about boxing, Wufu Hongyin's death was too much as expected, and he had too little resentment towards the young hidden official, which was not a good thing.
To be continued...