Chapter 83 Born to be an immortal

Deep in the dense forest, the wind is cold and the light is dim.

Li Jikai held a long sword in his left hand, held the arm of his right hand, and kept running forward, and he also turned back from time to time to see if the old beggar was chasing him.

First, he was injured in the battle with Wang Fuqiang, and finally he gave the old beggar a sword. Although he saved his life, he was extremely injured and it was impossible to control the sword.

He had no idea at this moment, just thinking about returning to Xuanyang Sect quickly.

I used to follow my master and didn’t know what danger was. It was because I followed the Changhe Immortal, who was the highest peak of Jianqi Mountain and River, that he never looked down on people like Jianqi Mountain and River. Because Master said that he had the opportunity to become the first person to leave Jianqi Mountain and River.

This battle made him truly realize what danger was, and realized that even in the mountains and rivers of sword energy, without the protection of his master, he was not considered a strong man at all.

Just now, he passed by the god of death. As long as he begged for mercy, he would be killed by Wang Fuqiang. As long as he took one step later, he would be killed by the old beggar. As long as the last episode of the old beggar turned to the left a little further, he would undoubtedly die.

But he didn't know that his own luck actually came from the protection of his master and the mercy of the old beggar.

On the grass on the battlefield, seven elders of Xuanyang Sect were lying at this moment.

These seven people, regardless of their status, can be named in the entire sword energy mountain and river, are all in the pool of blood and can't die anymore.

Wang Fuqiang lay in the grass and felt that he was not far from death. The physical fatigue was even worse than any other time, but the feeling of the last time appeared again, and his mind was so clear that it made him feel like his whole head was about to explode.

The pain in his body had reached its limit, but at this moment it was less than one ten thousandth of the pain in his brain, so he could only hold his head, trembling all over, his face was pale, and his clothes were completely wet with sweat.

Shu Xiuxiu was worried about him, so she appeared beside him and wanted to help him up, but when she saw this scene, she was so scared that her face turned pale and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Arrogance should come over, his brows frowned, and he didn't seem to know what was going on.

"Young master, is that okay?"

The old beggar asked.

Wang Fuqiang did not answer, but still held his head, even kept smashing the ground, making a thump.

This made the two really scared.

If this is simply injured, it will never show such a behavior, so it is naturally not because of the injury.

Wang Fuqiang has never worn a tight hoop curse, and I don’t know what it feels like, but his feeling at this moment is like being wrapped in a tight hoop curse and keeps chanting the curse. That feeling can really make people crazy.

Shu Xiuxiu suddenly said, "Can you not be possessed by a demon?"

After Shu Xiuxiu said this, the old beggar couldn't help but frown, staring at Wang Fuqiang who had already started to roll on the ground, then shook his head and said, "It doesn't look like it."

Shu Xiuxiu looked at Wang Fuqiang who was in great pain and asked with a worried look on her face: "Is there no way?"

The old beggar said, "I can only knock him out."

After saying that, he walked up to Wang Fuqiang and slapped it with a palm, making it straightforward and clear without leaving the water.

However, the next moment, he was stunned.

Because although his attack was not serious, it was indeed enough to shock any strong man, but it was useless to this guy named Wang Fuqiang.

The old beggar frowned, raised his hand, and then again. This time, his attack was obviously much heavier, but the situation was still exactly the same as before. Wang Fuqiang did not faint at all, and he was still rolling on the ground, but the arc seemed to be less than that big.

The old beggar is really confused now.

And just when he was confused, Wang Fuqiang shouted: "Come again!"

"ah?!"

The old beggar was stunned.

Wang Fuqiang roared: "Beat me!"

The old beggar has lived for hundreds of years and it was the first time he encountered such a request. I really didn't know whether he should agree to it for a while.

He did not hesitate before, but now that Wang Fuqiang asked him to fight, he hesitated a little.

Wang Fuqiang jumped up from the ground, stood directly in front of him, and put his head over and said coldly: "Hurry up."

The old beggar had no choice but to raise his hand and slapped Wang Fuqiang on the back of the head. The force was very strong, and he directly beat Wang Fuqiang to the ground, rolling up dust in the sky.

Anyone who was killed by this or not, even if he didn't die, he would probably have to fall into a coma on the spot. However, Wang Fuqiang seemed to have no effect at all, jumped up from the ground again and said, "Continue."

The old beggar seemed to think that no matter how he beat Wang Fuqiang, he would not die, so he let go completely. Without hesitation, he slashed down with another palm, and this time the power became much heavier.

Wang Fuqiang's face was pale and almost transparent. The sweat mixed with the soil on his body became extremely embarrassed, but he still jumped up from the ground.

In this way, every time Wang Fuqiang stood up, he would be beaten to the ground by an old beggar, and then he would stand up again soon, making Shu Xiuxiu, who was standing beside him, staring wide and looked stunned.

Is this still a human?

Finally, Wang Fuqiang was hit hard by the old beggar, but finally lay on the ground and stopped moving.

The old beggar looked at Wang Fuqiang not standing up again, holding up his already sore arm, looking confused.

Could it be really killed?

Looking at Wang Fuqiang who was motionless, Shu Xiuxiu hurriedly walked up.

At this moment, Wang Fuqiang's body suddenly twitched, and then he turned over and gasped. Seeing that Wang Fuqiang was not dead, both of them breathed a sigh of relief, almost so soft that they were on the ground at the same time.

After a long time, Wang Fuqiang's breathing gradually became even and his face gradually returned to blood.

He stared at the sky with his eyes and said quietly: "Who will awaken first in the great dream? I know it in my life. I will awaken for 90,000 years and be born as an immortal."

When both of them frowned at the same time when they heard Wang Fuqiang say such an inexplicable thing.

Wang Fuqiang continued, "What is the world, what is the universe, what is the cycle of reincarnation, I am the world, the universe, and what is the cycle of reincarnation..."

He said a lot in a row, intermittently and inexplicably.

The old beggar frowned and said, "Wouldn't it be that he ruined his brain and was crazy?"

But Wang Fuqiang suddenly sat up from the ground and stared at him, "You are so stupid."

The old beggar breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, it's not crazy."

Wang Fuqiang continued: "So many have been killed, why did he let him go?"

The old beggar was stunned and then explained: "Although these people have different statuses, they are only elders of Xuanyang Sect. After all, Li Jikai is a disciple of the Changhe Immortal. If he dies here, it will not be a good thing."

Wang Fuqiang frowned and said, "Are you so afraid of Ji Changhe?"

The old beggar smiled and said, "It's not a question of whether to be afraid or not, it's no need. If Li Jikai dies here, the immortal of Changhe will have to settle the score. The subject you are looking for is not just me, but also Yunling Sect."

Wang Fuqiang frowned and said, "So this is what Wang Jingxuan means?"

The old beggar nodded.

Wang Fuqiang laughed, stood up from the ground, shook his dizzy head, and cursed in a low voice: "It's so fucking comfortable."

His feeling at this moment was indeed very comfortable. The feeling was unprecedentedly relaxed, just like a person who was physically and mentally exhausted, lying directly in the arms of a beauty.

Shu Xiuxiu frowned and said, "Masochist?"

Wang Fuqiang glared at her and said, "You know what's wrong. My current state is, let alone a little sword god, even if the immortal Changhe is standing here, he dares to give him a sword."

Shu Xiuxiu curled her lips and said, "You dared to do it before."

Wan Fuqiang was stunned and nodded, "That's what he said, but the situation is different. Forget it, I can't explain it clearly anyway. In short, it's a good thing. For example..."

He looked up at the sky, then stretched out a hand and rotated it gently, and then the clouds in the sky also rotated, forming a vortex on the sky.

Not to mention Shu Xiuxiu, even the old beggar widened his eyes and looked at Wang Fuqiang in disbelief.

Wang Fuqiang smiled and said, "Actually, there is nothing strange. I just saw some rules. After all, the sword energy mountains and rivers are still too small, smaller than the Yao people's world, so the rules are also small."

The old beggar asked, "Can you control the clouds?"

Wang Fuqiang shook his head and said, "It should be more than that."

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved it gently. The wind blew, shaking the dry grass all over the ground, wave after wave spreading.

Wang Fuqiang snapped his fingers, and the wind stopped, and the grass waves stopped completely, as if they were frozen. However, this situation did not last long, so it seemed like an illusion.

But this was enough to surprise, especially the old beggar, whose eyes were wide open and he asked in shock: "How did it do it?"

Wang Fuqiang casually said: "Time."

He smiled and said, "So my flying sword will be faster."

The old beggar nodded, still with a shocked expression on his face.

Although Wang Fuqiang's ability seems weak, if he really uses it during the battle, he will definitely get unexpected consequences.

Wang Fuqiang continued: "I finally know why they all said that I can leave the sword energy mountains and rivers, because time and space mean similarly. Unfortunately, with my current understanding, I can only achieve this level, but I finally know how to practice in the future."

Shu Xiuxiu asked casually: "How to practice?"

Wang Fuqiang said directly: "Be beaten."

Shu Xiuxiu was just asking casually, but when she heard this answer, she looked shocked.

Wang Fuqiang said seriously: "This is the truth. There are many things in my mind that need to be broken through the limit again and again to stimulate it. For example, the power just now was hit just now."

He grinned and said, "So as long as I can't beat me to death, the more severe I get beaten and the more severe I get hurt, the more I get."

He smiled bitterly and said awkwardly: "I'm so hilarious about this setting. What you said is really right, it's just masochist."

He quickly continued: "Of course, it's definitely not possible now. If you fight again, you will be beaten to death."
To be continued...