The monks in the air, the bald man on the ground and the storyteller all had the same expression.
The monks who were crushed with flying magic weapons and the bald man who crushed their magic weapons all refused to believe it.
In the subconscious of the bald man, how could the immortal exist, and how could he be able to match him? In the eyes of the monk, how could this person even shatter such a magic weapon body directly?
This jade gourd is called the Xufeng gourd. Although it is just a second-rate flying magic weapon, its body is extremely tough and even a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage cannot be shattered.
The bald man's attack was actually even more cruel than that of the Nascent Soul monk?
"That's the case with immortals?"
Although the bald man was stunned, he was not a fool after all, and he had already reacted in a flash.
The moment he reacted, all the monks in the air, especially the several monks who were blown away by the qi on the jasper gourd, were even more shocked and their faces changed drastically. These monks had a strong intuition. This bald man just said that
If you want to protect yourself, if you want to kill them, you may be killed in one blow.
"The Evil God of Fire Cloud."
At this moment, four words appeared in the mind of the bald man inexplicably.
He looked down at his feet and saw that the torn straw sandals with his toes at the moment had a strange change, turning into a pair of flip-flops.
The moment the two flip-flops were formed, a strange kind of heroism appeared in his heart. Even in the sky, these immortals seemed to be a little shorter than him.
"What kind of evil sect has this been a cultivator who practiced the evil sect?"
Many monks in the sky were so shocked that they retreated. They only felt that the bald man was deeply evil at this time, and no evil monk they had seen before could compare with this person.
"The immortals are just bullying the weak and afraid of the strong." Seeing these monks' reactions, the bald man had such thoughts in his heart. He immediately sneered disdainfully and waved his hand at those people, "Since that's the case, don't worry too much, don't worry too much.
I have nothing to do with you here.”
"This is too weird, I'm afraid we can't match it at all. We have to make a long-term plan and report it to the Supreme Elder of our sect first." Among these monks in the air, there was only one Jindan monk who looked at each other and didn't even say anything at all.
If you dare to say more, you will turn around and fly away.
"Sure enough, the immortals are the same."
Seeing the monks flying, the bald man with flip flops was even more contemptuous. After saying this, his eyes fell on the storyteller, but his heart moved, saying, "No matter what we are waiting for, but now you look at it."
Come on, I have unique skills, it seems that these immortals are simply incomparable. I see that you jumped half of the city directly, the power of your legs is probably not comparable to them, so I think we will meet such immortals in the future.
There is no need to be afraid of anything."
The storyteller didn't know how to reply at this time, so he just nodded with a wry smile.
The bald man had a stir in his heart and had another thought, saying, "Why don't you try it with me to see how strong your foot is and what is the difference between the strength of my palms?"
The storyteller was shocked and said, "How can this make me just an old storyteller, and I don't know how to swing my fists and legs at all."
"Just try, it's not really brave." The bald man laughed at the storyteller's nervous look. He was revenge today and was shocked by the immortal. He felt relieved and happy in his heart.
: "Can I really hit you? What's more, my palm power may not be as good as your foot power. Don't you want to know what mystery you have?"
The storyteller struggled: "I want to know, but this... seems inappropriate."
The bald man shook his head and said, "What's wrong? At worst, I can put less effort into trying. Before I put out my palm, you are ready. If I put out my palm, you will kick my palm."
The storyteller was a little curious, not to mention that there was indeed a strange force surging in his leg, and he couldn't resist the other party. He nodded hesitantly and said, "Since that's the case, then try it as you say.
try."
Hearing the storyteller's agreement, the bald man was immediately excited. He made his hands wrong, and the palms suddenly seemed to be burning fire, and there seemed to be a whistle in front of his palms, but looking at the storyteller's old look, he suddenly
I felt something was wrong and thought to stop my strength. Most of the red light on my palm disappeared.
"Brother, you're ready."
He said something to the storyteller, and when he looked at the storyteller, he made a mistake in his palms and slapped the storyteller. He thought to give in, and the speed of his palms was much slower than usual.
The storyteller also felt that the bald man had a slow palm coming, and he immediately calmed down. He saw the other party's palms, and the foot also felt like he was ready to move. He thought to kick the palms in his heart.
, a feeling of smoothness and satisfaction arose in his heart, and he kicked it out with one kick.
Both sides were just trying their strength. Of course, he didn't want to kick hard, but when he kicked, his feet and the bald man's palms had not yet officially touched. With a bang, he and the bald man were both.
It was like a thunder exploded. In the next moment, he felt a heat flow surge on his feet, as if it was bounced away by a hot air ball, and his whole body was bounced back.
The bald man was also knocked away several feet behind.
The two of them stood still almost at the same time, and then they were stunned at the same time.
The ground between them was covered with cracks, and it was sunk like it was hit by a giant object.
"Brother, do you feel?"
The bald man shook
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With his palms, he found that he had no discomfort, so he vaguely felt that the strength between the two sides was almost the same.
The storyteller stood firmly on the ground, stunned for a moment of breathing. He felt a heat surging all over his body, as if the blood in his body was flowing faster than usual, his heartbeat slightly faster, but he didn't feel any discomfort.
On the contrary, the soles of my feet feel a little comfortable.
"No." He shook his head at the bald man in a daze, and said, "It seems that there is no discomfort."
"It seems that we are close." The bald man said in surprise: "I don't know what happened today, but if this is true, then you don't have to be afraid of those immortals."
The storyteller couldn't believe it, but said, "It's just that according to the story book, immortals are divided into different levels. Perhaps the immortals we meet are not powerful immortals."
The bald man thought that he had already avenged his revenge, and he was not worried about it, so he continued, "Brother, why don't I try it? At least we have to feel that we can eat some portions to try.
How much does it matter?"
"this……"
The storyteller was still a little confused, but the bald man knew it clearly at this time and knew that the other party's strength seemed to be almost the same as him. Without waiting for the storyteller to finish speaking, he spoke directly: "Brother, be careful."
After saying that, the red light shone in his palm, and it was like a substantial flame whistling out. He slapped the storyteller through the air, but he had already used seven or eight points of his strength invisibly.
The storyteller thought that it wasn't really a hit, and he was also holding his strength just now. But when he kicked it out, he felt that there was a terrifying force coming from the air. He changed his face instantly, but the heat flow in his body was
With a sharp surge, his foot had already kicked out, but it kept getting bigger and shining in the air.
"There is still such a thing?"
The bald man's eyes were as if he was a toad. When he saw the storyteller's foot instantly became the size of a table, and the calves and thighs connected to his feet were even thicker, just like the beam of the landlord's old treasure house.
And this leg and this foot are still glowing, just like a divine iron.
"Dong!"
Before he could think about it, his palms had already eaten the portion.
He felt something was wrong, but at this moment, a severe pain in his arms came into his mind. In the dull and loud noise caused by the impact of the object, he flew backwards like a meteorite and smashed with a bang
In the city that has collapsed most of the time.
At the same time, the terrifying qi exploded in his palms and the big foot kicked by the opponent. The qi that could be seen in the naked eye rotated in the air like a giant steel blade, sweeping dozens of feet across.
It's far more than that.
The storyteller felt his feet numb. When he staggered back a few steps, he saw that the houses on the left and right sides of his body collapsed.
He was immediately there.
"You are so awesome!"
There was a clamor in the cloth market, and a bald man with a dusty face jumped out of a collapsed shop. A red light surged out of his body, but there was no wound, but his hands were trembling a little, "
Man, I just think your foot seems to be stronger than mine. Do you have any explanation?"
"What's the saying?" The storyteller trembled all over. He looked at the middle-aged man, apologized repeatedly and said, "Just just now, I just felt that I couldn't compete, and I don't know why I was so strong. Have you ever had any
If you hurt your muscles and bones, I would be sorry. If you are young and strong, how could you be less powerful than me? You must be too strong just now. As for what you said, what does it mean?"
"That's not that I'm taking too much force. I feel that your kick is stronger than me." The bald man recalled what he felt just now, shook his head, and then explained: "What did I say?
Have you ever thought of any strange words? When I just pissed the magic weapon of the immortal, I inexplicably thought of the four words "Fire Cloud Evil God", which seemed to be my method."
The storyteller was stunned and exclaimed: "There is this one. Before I jumped over, I thought of the three words "Tiancanjiao."
"It seems that there is indeed a saying." The bald man took a deep breath, looked at the rest of the city in a blink of an eye, and said, "Brother, it seems that there are many changes in the city today, and there may be more than the two of us.
”
The storyteller was inexplicably confused and said, "It should be." But he didn't know what to say next, nor did he think about what to do.
He only felt that this was the case, the city seemed to become particularly strange, and he seemed like a baby who had just been born in the city.
But unlike in the past, he felt very clear about everything, and he could even feel his vitality passing slowly.
He slowly realized that he had obvious strange divine power in his body, but his body was truly old.
"What are you thinking?" The bald man looked at the storyteller and silently felt that the storyteller was a little boring.
The storyteller asked, "Can you feel your vitality pass away, or even how old can you live?"
The bald man was stunned. When he felt it carefully, he immediately felt his vitality slowly passing. He exclaimed in an instant: "Yes, I feel that I can still live in my seventies. It turns out that I can still do this."
longevity?"
The storyteller sighed and said sadly: "I feel like I can only live for another seven or eight years."
The bald man glanced at the storyteller and the first thing he wanted to say was, it would be normal for you to live for another seven or eight years, man.
Because at this time, the storyteller looked at at least seventy years old, and in this city, he was already over seventy years old.
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Longevity.
But then he thought of his life span and the magic of the other party's leg after the change today, he changed his mind instantly and said, "This is indeed a bit bad. It's not that according to the book, the stronger the immortal magic,
The longer the life span, the longer those immortals lived at least two or three hundred years old. The immortals who just flew in the sky obviously could not have the ability of you. Then they could live at two or three hundred years old, why could you only live again
What about seven or eight years?”
The storyteller's brain is a little blank.
He had never thought about the problems of birth, old age, sickness and death before. First, he never felt how many years he could live, and second, he seemed that such a problem would not occur in his subconscious mind. It seemed that he was now awake and he seemed to be able to do it forever.
Live.
"what to do?"
He was at a loss.
He subconsciously felt that he didn't want to die of old age. He seemed to have just arrived in this world and why was he going to die in seven or eight years? Especially with such a clear feeling of the passing of vitality, it was like he was constantly
Just like turning the death knives.
"Then you ask how those immortals live for a long time." The bald man looked at him with some sympathy and said, "Anyway, with your ability, when you meet those immortals, those immortals dare not fool you at will.
.”
Seeing the storyteller seemingly timid and afraid, the bald man snorted again and said, "Those immortals are also people who are weak and afraid of hardships, and you don't have to be afraid of them. As long as you don't lose your ability, you either don't want to.
Live, otherwise it would be not easy to live."
Speaking of this, the bald man discovered something strange, "I have done such a big thing here, why didn't even come over some officials? Logically speaking, at least there must be many officials coming over to see how they go back.
Let’s talk about it.”
He was surprised at this moment, but he did not expect that there was already a turmoil outside the palace, and even the outside of the palace was already in a panic. The officers and soldiers in the city could not care about the other places.
In the bluestone square outside the gate of the imperial city, A Si, who was taking out the manure, walked slowly with a bamboo strip in his hand.
This bamboo strip is the one he cut the fat maid into a thin maid. At this time, the bamboo strip was soaked in blood, becoming red and weird.
"Containment!"
The imperial guard general on the city wall issued a warning again. He had issued two warnings before. Compared with the previous two warnings, his voice was obviously weak and trembling this time.
There were at least five hundred imperial guards lying in the square. None of these imperial guards died, but their important meridians or blood vessels were pierced. At this time, they wailed on the ground and twisted weakly, but could not stand up at all.
If these well-trained imperial guards were defeated by an equal number of troops, everyone on the city wall would not be so terrified.
But the one who hit them hard was just a young man holding a bamboo strip.
This person is just a coolie who takes out manure.
"kill!"
A call sounded likewise with a tremolo sounded.
All the archers who had been prepared for a long time looked at the trembling young man who had entered the range and shot arrows frantically.
In the sound of breaking through the air, dense arrows fell on the young man like rainstorms.
Even the most powerful swordsman in the palace will definitely turn into a firewood pile in such a rain of arrows.
However, the young man easily walked out of the rain of arrows and walked under the city gate.
The bamboo strips shining with red light in his hand were not even broken, as if there were always twenty or thirty swords flying around him at an astonishing speed, sweeping away all arrows that threatened him.
"What the hell are you going to do?" a general shouted with an unbalanced attitude.
He didn't understand what was going on with this person and what he was going to do.
"I'm going to go in and have a look."
A Si's voice rang.
His voice was empty at this moment.
His whole body also seemed to be very hollow.
After killing the fat maid, he had no direction. He only felt that his past seemed to be illusory, and his future was cut by him with his own hands. He felt that everything was empty.
He saw the golden light emitted from the top of the imperial city from afar, and he inexplicably wanted to go into the imperial city to take a look.
Actually, there is no special idea, just because he used to take manure, and people like him will never get close to the imperial city in their entire lives, let alone go into the imperial city and see what it looks like inside.
.
"Is this a place you can come in?" I wonder who screamed out in a crying voice.
But his voice was interrupted by a huge roar.
The gate of the palace was cracked.
This extremely thick door was swept open by the bamboo strips in A Si's hand who was taking out the feces.
At this moment, in the palace, an old eunuch stood motionless as if he was scared.
But if any normal person in the palace could see his pupils at this time, he would definitely be frightened by him.
The old eunuch's pupils were shining with crystal brilliance, as if countless tiny needles and threads were flying.
"Eunuch Huang!"
He only started to move slowly until someone called him.
"It's actually like this?" He shook his head, sighed, and walked towards the palace gate.
(Why can't the book review area be seen? Is it because some book friends said I shouldn't read the book review area... What's going on? I think the views of some book friends are still very reasonable.