Dou Fenxia narrowed her eyes. If it had been her, she would have been unable to dodge the young Yin Guan's move just now. She was hit hard and fast. She would probably be done with the punches, and she would have to recuperate for a few months.

Ma Kuixian remained silent, took a deep breath, opened a boxing frame, and with the divine will of the bow as full as the moon, with the Nine Realm martial artist as the center of the circle, the surrounding bamboo forest bowed his head, and instantly bent down the pole, and there was a sudden crashing sound.

Everlasting.

It turns out to be a boxing technique that absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and then refines it into a breath of pure true energy? How is such a martial artist different from a trainer? Wouldn't it be natural to sit in a lawless place when fighting against a spiritual practitioner?

Ma Kuixian disappeared in a flash, and Dou Fenxia and Liao Qingao were unable to catch the traces of their senior brother.

There was only a sound like a fist exchange between the two sides, like a string of spring thunder exploding in the bamboo forest. The next moment, it was Ma Guoxian's turn to stand where he was wearing a green shirt. The arm that punched was shaking slightly and there was blood oozing out.

Sleeves.

The sight of the two female warriors was further away. The man was standing on a green bamboo pole that seemed to be nodding to the ground. He was looking down from a high position with his hands behind his back. He still only had Ma Guixian in his eyes. He asked with a smile: "You still have to give in, really?"

Do you think I am a friend from afar?"

Liao Qingao said in a deep voice: "If you ask about boxing, ask about boxing. If you humiliate others with words, are you worthy of being a master?!"

Chen Pingan nodded, "It makes sense, it sounds very similar to that."

There is an old man in Aquarius Island, who wears a sword with a yellow bamboo scabbard. Every time the old man walks in the rivers and lakes, he will read the old almanac before going out.

As a result, the old man was once at home, and a warrior from another continent came to buy a scabbard. If he didn't sell it, he would die, and he would also risk the lives of his grandchildren and his wife.

Probably from that day on, the old man no longer had the world in his heart. He began to accept his old age and couldn't turn over the old almanac.

Why, I, Chen Pingan, just chatted with you for a few words today, and now you feel that I am not worthy of being a martial artist?

Ma Guixian thought that this young hermit official was from Aquarius Continent, suddenly remembered something, and asked tentatively: "What is your relationship with an old guy named Song from Shushui Kingdom?"

Finally remembered.

Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "What is the relationship? The relationship between senior and junior. Senior Song taught me a swordsmanship."

Wherever a sword goes, thousands of armies can defeat it.

It is connected to the Jianqi Great Wall and the main road.

Chen Pingan took a step sideways, stepped off the bamboo pole, and touched the ground with his feet. The green bamboo pole beside him instantly straightened up, and the bamboo leaves swayed violently.

Chen Pingan asked: "Have you forgotten the old man's name?"

Ma Guixian sneered and said: "That's it. Yes, I really can't remember the old guy's name."

Remember that old martial artist in Zhuangzi, was he a Sixth Realm or Seventh Realm martial artist?

For the small country of Aquarius, he is probably considered the grand master who is the leader of the country? Ma Guoxian only vaguely remembers that the other party did not know good and bad at the beginning, was of low status, and was not timid. He was determined not to sell the scabbard. He was a member of Zhuangzi.

The young men and women, who seemed to be the old man's juniors, even risked their lives. In the end, the old man probably felt that it was not worth the destruction of his family just to get the scabbard, so he obediently handed over the scabbard.

Chen Pingan was slightly distracted and frowned slightly.

Because that extremely weird riverside meeting seemed to be over. All the great monks of the Fourteenth Realm had returned to the river of time.

Ma Guixian seized this fleeting opportunity, instantly came to Chen Ping'an, and quietly delivered the most perfect punch in his life.

Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand, grabbed Ma Guixian's punch, gently pushed it away, and then took the initiative to punch for the first time, which was the god-beating drum style.

With one punch, Ma Guixian's burly figure was pushed back ten feet straight. On the line, countless green bamboos were smashed into pieces. The fists connected with each other and Ma Guixian retreated again and again, unable to parry.

Dou Fenxia's face turned slightly pale. Could it be that senior brother was really going to be beaten down by this person?

A martial artist's fall is a very rare event, and the sequelae are even more terrifying than the fall of a qigong practitioner on the mountain.

Liao Qingao subconsciously wanted to take a step to interrupt the continuous flow of punches, but she still suppressed the idea of ​​punching and watched her senior brother being punched non-stop by the green shirt.

There are rules in martial arts martial arts, which are even greater than victory or defeat, life or death.

Dou Fenxia had never really believed in one thing until this moment.

Chen Ping'an may now be truly qualified to compete with Cao Ciwen.

Senior brother Ma Guixian once said that there are countless martial artists in the world, but only his junior brother Cao Ci, before reaching the tenth realm, could completely crush his opponents in any realm and win with just a few punches.

, it only takes a few punches.

When that little junior brother Cao Ci reaches the tenth realm, he can face any ninth-level martial artist in the world, regardless of his qualifications. As long as he wants to determine the outcome, it will only be a matter of one punch, and there is absolutely no need to throw a second punch.

When that young woman came to Daduan to inquire about boxing, Cao Ci's attitude towards her was actually more like his treatment of Yu Xuanfu at the Jinjiazhou battlefield site in his early years.

However, Pei Qian's performance was indeed surprising. In those boxing competitions, although Cao Ci was a bit like a handicap chess player and deliberately suppressed the situation, Cao Ci was extremely serious from beginning to end, every time he punched.

Especially during the third round of questioning, Cao Ci accidentally received two punches from the opponent.

So after the boxing match ended, Pei Qian, who had lost, had fainted, but still leaned against the wall to prevent himself from falling to the ground.

It's like saying, I haven't lost my punch yet.

Afterwards, Cao Ci had to sit on the wall of Daduan Capital, holding his cheek with one hand and rubbing his forehead with the other to remove the bruises first.

The bamboo forest was knocked out by Ma Guixian, and a three-mile long road was created. On both sides of the road were bamboo poles shattered by the fists. In the end, this martial artist with broken mountains and rivers in his small world was the ninth-level martial artist at the previous moment, and the eighth-level martial artist at this moment.

Jingwufu, with his back against a green bamboo, his face covered with blood, could only stare wide-eyed, his arms drooped, and his feet tried his best to hold on, trying to let his body lean against the bamboo, but he still could not stop the trend of slowly sliding down.

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The man in green shirt bent down, stretched out a hand, pressed Ma Guixian's forehead, helped him stand barely, lowered his head and said: "Remember, that senior, whose surname is Song and whose name is Yu Shao, is the Sword Master of Shushui Kingdom.

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Chen Ping'an let go of his hand, and Ma Guoxian's pure Qi completely dissipated, and he fell to the ground, leaning against the green bamboo. After being seriously injured, he hung his head, as if sleeping.

After receiving nearly twenty punches from the God-beating-drum style, it’s not surprising that he fell. It’s strange that he didn’t fall.

As for how many times Ma Guoxian got punched by him, Chen Ping'an didn't remember what he was doing.

Chen Pingan turned his head and glanced at the two female warriors on the other side of the hut.

Dou Fenxia's heart was heavy, her expression was solemn, and she no longer looked charming at all.

She glanced at the man in green shirt, who nodded slightly, then tiptoed to the top of the bamboo sea, stepped on a bamboo branch, and looked into the distance, as if he was about to leave in the wind after the boxing was over.

Dou Fenxia swept away, squatted down, and reached out to hold Ma Guixian's shoulders. She had a sad look on her face for a moment, and her senior brother was really in trouble.

Liao Qing'ai stopped at the door of the hut, took a step forward, clasped her fists suddenly, and said sternly: "Chen Ping'an, wait for me to ask for help within thirty years!"

Chen Pingan turned his head and glanced at her, "It's up to you."

The next moment, a man wearing a green shirt disappeared out of thin air on the top of the bamboo sea.

At the same time, Chen Pingan, who was inside the Youtaozhou house, also disappeared.

The two Chen Ping'an, who had been wandering outside the Confucian Temple and causing trouble, were able to return to the riverside, and the three of them became one.

This riverside meeting was the most bizarre thing.

Earlier, he followed the Fourteenth Realm monks, including Wu Shuangjiang, to climb Tuoyue Mountain, a place where the illusion was close to the truth. When Chen Pingan reached the top, he found himself back by the river.

Chen Ping'an could only vaguely notice some subtle changes in that long river of time. He couldn't even remember or guess what he did or said between his two feet in tandem.

Chen Pingan always feels that things are not that simple.

When he returned to the river, he only saw Li Sheng and Bai Ze.

Sir, Ya Sheng, like other monks in the Fourteenth Realm, have disappeared.

She is also missing.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to squat by the water, continue to stare at the long river of time, imitate Li Huai, and stop thinking about things he didn't understand.

It was only when I learned from Yingying Island that Liu Chicheng, a rich man from a wealthy country, actually spent a full fifteen hundred grain rain coins to buy one hundred pieces of green glazed tiles from the Huolong Master.

For someone who is "very good at doing business", let alone work as a bookkeeper in Luopo Mountain, even if you want to imitate the great swordsman and show the door to your own God of Wealth, Wei Wenlong, you, Liu Chicheng, are not qualified.

I borrowed money from others again at Baofengzhai in Yiaozhou Island, but after I met Yu Panshui and Yuan Zhou, I was in debt again.

So when Chen Ping'an looked at the mysterious and mysterious river of time, he really didn't think much and felt that he was staring at a fairy river of money.

I couldn't help but turn my head and look at Li Sheng.

Li Sheng smiled and said: "It's better for you to be in charge of the money bag."

Chen Ping'an knew that his plan to make time for a long time was definitely out of the question.

So he turned to ask about the knowledge of Po Zi Ling, and Li Sheng only replied, "When you leave here, Xiping will allow you to read the secret files of the Confucian Temple."

Chen Pingan stood up and bowed to express his thanks.

Li Sheng smiled and said: "There are often sword lights on the night sailing ship. I hope you won't make people feel like they have been waiting for a long time, because you may need to meet someone again before you can return to the night sailing ship."

Chen Pingan nodded, extremely confused.

Who to meet?

It can’t be the Holy Master, right?

Chen Ping'an didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Bai Ze left the ceremonial saint behind and walked alone to Chen Pingan. The two people, who were very different in age, sat and squatted by the water and chatted about the customs and customs of Aquarius Island. When Bai Ze went out that year, he brought with him

The fox spirit who looked like a woman in palace attire traveled around the vast world together, and the meeting with Chen Ping'an on the Dali border on the plank road on a snowy night was of course Bai Ze's intention.

Regarding Chen Ping'an's situation of bearing the true name of the great demon, Mr. Bai Ze said with a smile that the situation will be much better when Lord Yin Guan reaches the immortal realm.
To be continued...