The monk in the air, the bald man on the ground, and the storyteller all had the same expression.
Both the monk whose flying magic weapon was smashed and the bald man who smashed their magic weapon didn't believe it.
In the subconscious mind of the bald man, how could an immortal exist that he could not match? But in the eyes of a monk, how could this man even crush the body of such a magic weapon?
This jade gourd is called the Xufeng Gourd. Although it is only a second-rate flying escape magic weapon, its body is extremely tough and even a monk in the Nascent Soul stage cannot break it.
This bald man's blow was actually more severe than that of the Nascent Soul cultivator?
"Isn't this what an immortal is?"
Although the bald man was half stunned, he was not an idiot after all, and he had already reacted in an instant.
The moment he reacted, all the monks in the air, especially the several monks who were flying away from the jade gourd, were so horrified that their expressions changed drastically. These monks all had a strong intuition that this bald man was just
If you want to protect yourself, if you want to kill them, you may really kill them with one blow.
"Fire Cloud Evil God."
At this time, these four words appeared inexplicably in the mind of this bald man.
There was something strange under his feet. He looked down and saw that the worn-out straw sandals with exposed toes had changed strangely and turned into a pair of flip-flops.
The moment the pair of flip-flops formed, a strange sense of pride arose in his chest. Even in the sky, these immortals suddenly seemed shorter than him.
"Is this a monk who practices some evil sect?"
Many monks in the sky were so horrified that they backed away. They felt that this bald man had a deep evil aura. No evil monk they had seen before could compare with this man.
"Immortals are just people who bully the weak and fear the strong." Seeing the reactions of these monks, the bald man had such an idea in his heart. He suddenly sneered disdainfully and waved his hands towards those people, "In this case, you don't have to worry about it.
It’s no business, this matter has nothing to do with you.”
"This is too weird. I'm afraid we won't be able to match it at all. We need to take a long-term approach and report it to the Supreme Elder of our sect first." Among the monks in the sky, there was only one Golden Core monk. They looked at each other at this time and didn't even say anything.
If he dared to say more, he would immediately turn around and run away.
"Sure enough, the same is true for immortals."
Seeing those monks flying away, the bald man wearing flip-flops became even more contemptuous. After saying this, his eyes fell on the storyteller, but his heart moved and he said: "No matter what I am waiting for, but now I see
Come on, I have special skills, and it seems that these immortals can't match them at all. I see you just jumped over half the city. The strength of your legs is probably not comparable to them, so I think we will see such immortals in the future.
There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
The storyteller didn't know how to reply at this time, so he just smiled and nodded.
But the bald man's heart moved, and another thought came to his mind, and he said: "Why don't you try it with me and see how strong your feet are, and how different it is from the strength of my hands?"
The storyteller was immediately startled and said: "How can this happen? I am just an old storyteller. I don't know how to move my fists or legs at all."
"It's just a try, I'm not really brave enough to fight." The bald man laughed when he saw the storyteller looking so nervous. Today, he got his revenge and scared the immortal away. He felt relieved and happy at the same time, and said
: "How can I really hit you? What's more, my palm strength may not be as good as your kick strength. Don't you want to know what's wrong with you?"
The storyteller struggled: "I want to know, but this... seems inappropriate."
The bald man shook his head and said: "What's wrong? The worst I can do is use less strength when I try. Before I strike, you have to be prepared. When I strike, just kick my palm."
The storyteller was somewhat curious, not to mention that there was indeed a strange power surging in his leg. When he couldn't resist the opponent, he nodded hesitantly and said: "In that case, let's try what you said.
try."
Hearing that the storyteller agreed, the bald man suddenly became excited. When he moved his hands, his palms suddenly glowed red like fire, and there seemed to be wind whistling in front of his palms. But looking at the storyteller's old appearance, he suddenly
Feeling something was wrong, I thought about pulling back, and the red light on my palm suddenly disappeared for the most part.
"Brother, you are ready."
He said something to the storyteller, and when he saw the storyteller nodding, he turned his palms away and swatted at the storyteller with less force. He was thinking of giving in, so the speed of his palm movements was much slower than usual.
At this time, the storyteller also felt that the bald man's palms were coming slowly, and he suddenly calmed down. He looked at the opponent's palms, and the foot felt like it was about to move. He thought about kicking the palms.
, a smooth and satisfying feeling arose in his heart, and he had already kicked it out.
The two sides were just testing their strength. Of course, he didn't want to kick hard, but when he kicked, his feet and the bald man's palms hadn't officially touched. There was a bang between him and the bald man.
It was like there was a thunderous explosion, and the next moment, he felt a surge of heat on his feet, as if he was bounced away by a hot air ball, and his whole body was bounced back.
The bald man was also knocked back several feet.
The two people stood still almost at the same time, and then were stunned at the same time.
The ground between them was actually full of cracks, and it was dented as if it had been hit by a giant object.
"Dude, do you feel anything?"
The bald man shook his hands and found that he did not feel any discomfort. He vaguely felt that the strength of the two sides was almost the same.
The storyteller stood firmly on the ground and paused for a breath. He felt a surge of heat all over his body, as if the blood all over his body was flowing faster than usual, and his heartbeat was slightly faster, but he did not feel any discomfort.
On the contrary, the soles of my feet feel slightly comfortable.
"No." He shook his head blankly at the bald man and said, "There doesn't seem to be any discomfort."
"It seems that our strength is close." The bald man said in surprise: "I don't know what happened today, but if it is true, then you don't need to be afraid of those immortals."
The storyteller couldn't believe it, but said: "According to the storybook, there are three, six, and nine levels of immortals. Maybe the immortals we met are not powerful immortals."
The bald man thought in his mind that he had already avenged his revenge. He did not dwell on the matter, so he continued: "Brother, how about I try harder? At least we have to feel the weight of the food, so that we can test whether we have enough."
How many pounds?"
"this……"
The storyteller was still a little confused, but the bald man knew very well at this time, and knew that the opponent's strength seemed to be almost the same as his own, so he didn't wait for the storyteller to finish, and said directly: "Brother, be careful."
After saying this, the red light in his palms glowed brightly, like substantial flames roaring out. He slapped his palms towards the storyteller from a distance, but he had already used up to seventy-eight percent of his strength invisibly.
The storyteller thought that it was not a real fight, and he was holding back his strength just like before, but when he kicked out, he felt a terrifying force coming from the air. His expression changed instantly, but the heat in his body was
With the sudden surge, he had already kicked out his foot, but it continued to grow in size and glow in the air.
"Is there such a thing?"
The bald man's eyes widened like a toad. He saw that the storyteller's foot instantly became the size of a tabletop, and the calf and thigh connected to the foot were even thicker, almost like a beam for a wealthy landowner.
And this leg and this foot are still glowing, like magic iron.
"Boom!"
Before he had time to think about it, his palms were already feeling the weight.
He only felt that something was wrong in his heart, but this time a severe pain in his arms came into his mind, and with a dull loud noise from the impact of a huge object, his whole body flew backwards like a meteorite, and was smashed with a bang.
In the middle of the cloth market that has mostly collapsed.
At the same time, terrifying energy exploded in his palms and the big foot kicked by the opponent. Visible strips of energy were spinning in the air like giant steel blades, sweeping across dozens of feet.
Far more than that.
The storyteller felt numbness in the soles of his feet. When he staggered back a few steps to regain his balance, he saw that the houses in the distance to the left and right in front of him were all collapsed.
He immediately stayed on the spot.
"You are so awesome!"
There was a crash in the cloth market, and a gray-faced bald man jumped out of a collapsed shop. A red light immediately emerged from his body, but there were no wounds, but his hands were shaking a little. "
Man, I just feel like your feet are stronger than mine, do you have anything to say?"
"What do you mean?" The storyteller shuddered, then looked at the middle-aged man, apologized apologetically, and said: "Just now, I just felt that I couldn't resist, and I don't know why I got so strong. Do you have any?
If you hurt your muscles and bones, I would feel sorry for you. You are young and strong, how could you not be as strong as me? You must have used too much strength just now. As for what you said, what do you mean? "
"It's not that I pulled back too much. I feel that your kick is stronger than mine." The bald man recalled the feeling just now, shook his head, and then explained: "What did I say?
Have you thought of any strange words? When I used the immortal magic weapon, I inexplicably thought of the four words Fire Cloud Evil God, which seemed to refer to my method."
The storyteller was startled, and then exclaimed: "This does exist. Before I jumped over, I thought of the word Tiancanjiao."
"It seems that there is indeed something to say." The bald man took a deep breath, looked at the rest of the city, and said: "Brother, there seems to be a lot of changes in the city today, and there may be far more special changes than just the two of us.
"
The storyteller felt inexplicably confused and just said: "It should be." But then he didn't know what to say or what to do.
He just felt that this city seemed to become extremely strange, and he felt like a baby who had just been born in this city.
But unlike before, he felt everything very clearly, and he could even feel his life force passing slowly.
He slowly realized that he obviously had strange divine power in his body, but his body was truly old.
"What are you thinking about?" The bald man looked at the storyteller's silence and felt that the storyteller was a bit boring.
The storyteller asks: "Can you feel your life force passing away, or even how many years you have left to live?"
The bald man was stunned. He felt carefully and immediately felt that his life force was slowly passing away. He exclaimed in a flash: "Okay, I feel that I can still live to be more than seventy years old. It turns out that I can still be like this."
longevity?"
The storyteller sighed and said sadly: "I feel like I can only live another seven or eight years."
The bald man glanced at the storyteller, and the first thing he wanted to say was, brother, it's normal for you to live another seven or eight years.
Because at this time, the storyteller seemed to be at least close to seventy years old. In this city, people who are over seventy years old are already very old.
But then he thought about his own lifespan, and then thought about the magic of the opponent's leg after today's transformation, he instantly changed his mind and said: "This is indeed something bad. It's not according to the book. The stronger the immortal magic, the stronger the magic.
The lifespan will be longer. Those immortals all live at least two to three hundred years old. Those immortals flying in the sky just now obviously cannot have your ability. So they can live two to three hundred years old, why can you only live longer?
How about seven or eight years ago?”
The storyteller's mind is a little blank.
He had never thought about his birth, old age, illness and death before. Firstly, he had never felt how long he could live. Secondly, it seemed that this kind of problem would not arise in his subconscious mind. It seemed that now that he thought about it clearly, it seemed that he could live forever.
Live.
"what to do?"
He was at a loss what to do.
He subconsciously felt that he didn't want to die of old age. It seemed that he had just truly lived in this world for once. How could he die in another seven or eight years? Especially when he could clearly feel the passage of vitality, as if he was constantly dying.
It's like ringing a death knell.
"Then you ask those immortals how they live so long." The bald man looked at him sympathetically and said, "With your ability, when you meet those immortals again, they won't dare to fool you at will.
.”
Seeing that the storyteller seemed a little timid, the bald man snorted again and said: "Those immortals are also weak and afraid of the strong, so you don't need to be afraid of them. As long as you don't lose this ability, you really don't want to
Live, otherwise it would not be easy to live."
Speaking of this, the bald man discovered something strange, "I caused such a big thing here, why didn't even some official officials come over? Logically speaking, at least a lot of official officials should come over to see what happens.
Let’s talk about it later.”
He felt strange at this time, but he did not expect that there was already a chaos of war outside the palace. Even outside the palace, there was a turmoil. How could the officers and soldiers in the city care about the affairs in other places.
On the bluestone square outside the gate of the imperial city, Ah Si, who was digging out feces, was walking slowly with a bamboo stick in his hand.
This bamboo stick was the one he used to shave the fat maid into a thin one. At this time, the bamboo stick was soaked with blood and turned red and strange.
"Grounded!"
The Forbidden General on the city wall sounded a warning again. He had already issued two warnings before, but compared with the previous two warnings, his voice this time was obviously weak and trembling.
There were at least five hundred Imperial Guards lying on the square. None of these Imperial Guards were dead, but important meridians or blood vessels in their bodies had been pierced. They were wailing on the ground, twisting feebly, but could not stand up at all.
If these well-trained imperial troops were defeated by an equal number of troops, everyone on the city wall would not be so timid.
But the one who severely injured them was just a young man holding a bamboo stick.
This person is just a coolie who collects dung.
"kill!"
A shout with the same vibrato sounded.
All the archers who had been prepared for a long time looked at this frightening young man who had entered the shooting range, and fired arrows in succession.
Amidst the sound of chi chi chi piercing the air, dense arrows fell towards the young man like a heavy rain.
Even the most powerful swordsman in the palace will definitely be reduced to firewood in such a rain of arrows.
However, the young man easily walked out of the arrows and walked to the city gate.
The shining red bamboo stick in his hand did not even break, as if there were always twenty or thirty swords flying around him at an alarming speed, sweeping away all the arrows that threatened him.
"What on earth are you going to do?" a general shouted out of balance.
He didn't understand what was going on with this man or what he was going to do.
"I want to go in and have a look."
A Si's voice sounded.
His voice was hollow at this time.
His entire body also seemed hollow.
After killing the fat maid, he had no direction. He only felt that his past seemed to be an illusion, and his future had been destroyed by his own hands. He felt that everything was empty.
He saw the golden light emitting from the top of the Imperial City from a distance, and he inexplicably wanted to go into the Imperial City to take a look.
In fact, he didn't have any special ideas. It was just because he was a manure collector before. People like him would never even think about getting close to the Imperial City, let alone go into the Imperial City to see what it was like inside.
.
"Is this a place where you can come in?" Someone yelled like a cry.
But his voice was interrupted by a huge roar.
The palace gate cracked open.
This unusually thick door was swept open with a sweep of the bamboo stick in Ah Si's hand.
At this moment, in the palace, an old eunuch stood motionless with his body hunched over as if he had been frightened.
But if any normal person in the palace could see his eyes at this time, he would definitely be frightened by him.
The eyes of this old eunuch were shining with crystal light, like countless tiny needles and threads whirling.
"Eunuch Huang!"
When someone called him, he started to move slowly.
"Is that so?" He shook his head, sighed, and then walked towards the palace gate.
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