Chapter 824: God and man are in the sky, and the sword light falls straight down
The suspended sword array fell to the ground, smashing the ancestral hall. The sword energy rippled in all directions. The entire first-line peak was surging with wind and clouds, especially at the Stop Sword Pavilion with towering ancient trees. The wooden leaves fell one after another and floated around leisurely due to the excitement of the sword energy.
Upon landing, a large group of direct disciples of Zhengyang Mountain seemed to have entered a troubled autumn ahead of schedule, with their eyes full of sorrow.
This time, no one thought that the young swordsman from Luo Luo Mountain was talking about a crazy idiot.
Behind the Dingjian Pavilion, there is a tung tree planted by the founder of Zhengyang Mountain. It has grown intact for more than two thousand years, and its trunk reaches into the clouds. Therefore, there are especially many fallen leaves today.
On the top of the sword, the sect master Bamboo Emperor and the sword array immortal only protected the tablet of the god in the ancestor hall, the incense burner, the portraits of the ancestors of the past generations, and everything else. They carefully crafted seats that have been passed down from generation to generation. Each one is priceless.
The fairy wood beams and pillars, and the floor tiles whose craftsmanship is more exquisite than those in the palace, all seem to have become fleeting smoke and dispersed with the dust.
Only Zhu Yufeng Tian Wan and Wu Tijing, a closed disciple of the sect leader Zhu Huang, were not present at this meeting outside the door that violated the ancestral rules and regulations. In addition, even Yu Jiao Feng Yu Xi had already arrived with his sword. The Bamboo Emperor had previously
After proposing to remove Yuan Zhenye, he directly followed up with this sentence, "I, the Bamboo Emperor, as the eighth mountain master of Zhengyang Mountain, the first sect master after becoming a sect, and as a sword cultivator in the Yupu Realm, agree to this.
After that, all you need to do is nod and shake your head. No one needs to speak in this discussion today."
After that, Xia Yuancui of Full Moon Peak took the lead in seconding the proposal. Yan Chu, the commander, hesitated for a long time and ignored Tao Yanbo's advice from Qiuling Mountain. He still nodded in agreement. Those mountains close to Full Moon Peak and Shuilong Peak, several sword veins, such as Qiong
Zhifeng Lengqi, including Zhifeng Lengqi, had no choice but to follow these powerful patriarchs and draw a clear line with the old ape in white.
After the Bamboo Emperor, Xia Yuancui and Yan Chu all expressed their opinions, the dozen or so worshipers and guest ministers from Zhengyang Mountain all nodded. It would be better for them to sacrifice Yuan Zhenye today than to end up in person and fight with Luolu Mountain.
As for the foundation of the avenue, who should they ask to compensate? Just say that the hanging sky sword array that manifested the avenue with a grain of golden light was too powerful. Just the reflection of the sword light falling on the mountain made them feel like a ray of light on their backs.
Everyone weighed it up, if they were cut by those sword lights, it would be like cutting through tofu.
If the Bamboo Emperor didn't mean this and was willing to win people's hearts earlier, they actually wouldn't mind adding icing on the cake and offering sacrifices. The guest minister's duty is to help Xianfeng perform a few special immortal spells, but since the Bamboo Emperor has such an attitude
, no one is just a fool, and they don’t know how to act on impulse. They risk their wealth, life and career to help Zhengyang Mountain in times of trouble.
On the contrary, it was the Sword Immortals who were the masters of several old peaks, including Bo Yun Peak and Pian Piao Peak, who all shook their heads and rejected the suggestion of the sect leader Bamboo Emperor.
One of them, Old Jindan, even directly scolded the patriarch Zhuhuang for his actions. He was a fool who would destroy his family's fortune for thousands of years. He had no conscience and no morality at all. It would only bring shame to the ancestors of Zhengyang Mountain and make them be criticized by outsiders.
When you come up the mountain, instead of taking the lead and using your sword to fight back the enemy, you would rather be led by others and abandon a mountain protector who has worked hard to protect the mountain. You, the Bamboo Emperor, are not even worthy of being a swordsman. How can you be the mountain master? So what is really going on today?
What needs to be discussed is not whether Yuan Zhenye’s name in the genealogy should be written off, but whether you, the Bamboo Emperor, can continue to serve as the sect leader...
The Bamboo Emperor smiled and said, "As I said before, you just need to nod and shake your head. There is no need to speak."
As a result, Lao Jindan was directly detained by the Sword Formation Immortal. He stretched out his hand to grab it and put it into the Qiankun in his sleeves.
Liu Xianyang moved his buttocks, changed tables, and continued drinking and eating.
A female Patriarch turned to look at Liu Xianyang and glared at each other: "Liu Xianyang, you and Chen Ping'an are just asking for swords. Why go to such trouble, act insidiously, hide behind the scenes, call friends, and spend so much time and money on calculations?"
If we in Zhengyang Mountain are really capable, we can imitate the Yellow River in Fengleiyuan and fight all the way from Bailudu to Jianding. This is what the swordsman does!"
Instead of tit-for-tat, Liu Xianyang nodded vigorously and said: "Yes, yes, this elderly aunt, you are old and everything you said is right. If there is another chance next time, I will definitely take Chen Ping'an with me."
That’s a question about the sword.”
When it comes to quarrels, there are many masters in the small town in my hometown. Except for the rich kids from Fulu Street and Taoye Lane, such as Zhao Yao and Xie Ling, who may be a little less capable, none of the others have been since they were young.
As far as the eye can see, the alleys, beside the Suolongjing, under the old locust trees, in the fields and ridges of the dragon kilns, door to door and wall to wall, there is no place where you can practice martial arts to sharpen your words and skills.
As expected, the female Patriarch, who wore a gold silk crown and an emerald green robe, was so angry that Liu Xianyang's unscrupulous words made her body tremble.
The old ape in white took a step forward and said calmly: "I still have half a stick of incense, so you can continue chatting. I'll go and meet that mud-legged guy who gets mad when he succeeds."
Liu Xianyang raised the wine glass with one hand and gave a thumbs up with the other, "Yuan Ancestor is invincible in one continent. He once changed his fist to Song Changjing and kicked Piyun Mountain, crushing countless ancestral houses. Cao's ancestral house in Muping Lane, Erlang Lane
The Yuan family, the Li family in the far west, and the Xie family in Taoye Lane are all invincible. Who dares to settle accounts with Qiu Hou, the ancestor of the mountain movers? Now that they have broken through again, it is not easy to deal with Chen Ping'an. "
The ancestors of the peaks of Zhengyang Mountain and a group of guest ministers were all horrified when they heard this.
How many forces did this mountain protector provoke when he traveled to Lizhu Cave? No wonder Cao Jun, who claimed that his ancestral home was in Muping Lane, would ask about Jian Qiongzhi Peak and Beijian Peak successively. And that Da Li
The hunting envoy Cao Peng? The ancestors of the two surnames Yuan and Cao came from Lizhu Cave Heaven. Their culture and military skills complemented each other, helping the Song family of Dali to rise in the north and gain a firm foothold so as not to be annexed by the Lu Dynasty. Finally, Dali became what it is today.
The awe-inspiring sight of cavalrymen is a fact known to all the continents.
The Bamboo Emperor smiled and said, "Liu Jianxian, please stop joking."
Liu Xianyang's words are of course nonsense, but no one is suspicious at this moment, and a few words are tantamount to adding fuel to the fire and adding insult to injury. Zhengyang Mountain cannot withstand such a torment.
After protecting the mountain and enshrining Yuan Zhenye, an old ape appeared. He stamped his feet and settled between the sword top and the Jianjian Pavilion. At the same time, he used his natal magical power to move mountains, stepped down a line of peaks, and landed with a crash.
The surrounding landscape and luck will then stabilize the points.
The little bastard from Mud Bottle Alley had the guts to cut open the ancestral mountain, and then lift up a line of peaks with his sword, making the ancestral mountain several feet above the ground.
This supernatural power of stepping on mountains and taking root with its hands and feet is so domineering that it makes many guests and ministers feel worried. Will they follow the Bamboo Emperor and take the wrong bet? No matter what happens to the Bamboo Emperor at that time,
Through mediation, at least they would have a real feud with Yuan Zhenye.
The old ape in white put away the Dharma sign behind his back, his body was full of Gangqi flowing like a turbulent river, his big sleeves were bulging and making a hunting sound, and he said with a ferocious smile: "If you become famous, you will die with a fist!"
Yuan Zhenye stood up from the ground, leaping high into the air. The mountain beneath his feet trembled. His burly figure turned into a white rainbow, turned around in the sky, and headed straight for the mountain gate.
Liu Xianyang stood up, held his nose, and carried a bottle of wine. He came to the edge of Jianding Cliff and squatted on a white jade railing, drinking and watching the battle.
An unparalleled punch, like a flying sword from an immortal sword, made the sky and the earth light up, creating a large depression like a lake where the man in green shirt was standing outside the mountain gate.
Over at the Stopping Sword Pavilion, the direct disciples from the peaks of Zhengyang Mountain were looking forward to it. After seeing Patriarch Yuan deliver this punch, they were all dazzled. There were young swordsmen who clenched their fists and cheered silently.
Many guests attending the ceremony saw Yuan Zhenye's actions for the first time.
A good protector of the mountain, he truly deserves his reputation. Yuan Zhenye's punch was so powerful and heavy that it could clearly kill the Nascent Soul cultivator.
Maybe those warriors with strong physiques from the Far Traveling Realm would be dismembered on the spot after receiving this punch, with their flesh and blood shattered to pieces.
But on the waterless "lake" outside the mountain gate, a man in green shirt remained motionless, suspended in the air, with a smile on his face, one hand behind his back, and the other gently waving to disperse the dust around him.
The old ape in white fell at the gate of the mountain, turned his head and glanced at the long sword inserted in the plaque of the archway. After retracting his gaze, he stared at the swordsman in green who relied on luck to get to where he is today, and asked:
"Do we need to keep your whole body? Otherwise, you bunch of losers from Luopo Mountain won't be able to stop you, and it will be difficult to collect the body afterwards."
Chen Ping'an didn't say anything. He just raised his fingers at the old ape in white, then tilted his head slightly, put his fingers together, and tapped his neck, signaling Yuan Zhenye to hit him here.
Yuan Zhenye narrowed his eyes, and there was a thud under his feet. The earth shook dullly, and the roots deep under the Xianxian Peak were shaken, causing ripples of spiritual energy in the surrounding world. If the confrontation between the two sides was a landscape painting, then all the palms used
At this moment, spectators on the mountain who are watching the mountains and rivers will find that the mountains and rivers here are shaking for a while. The figure of the old ape in white disappears in a flash. The next moment, a man in green shirt is fiercely swept by a punch and hits the neck. In an instant,
Moved several dozen feet laterally.
Chen Ping'an shook his wrist lightly, stopped for a moment, shook his neck, and smiled, as if to say, "I want you to try it, don't hold back, why are you being polite to me?"
Even if a sword cultivator is uniquely endowed, he can temper his flying sword and at the same time warm his soul and body. He can refine the sword and temper his body at the same time, getting twice the result with half the effort. This allows the sword cultivator, headed by the four most difficult ghosts on the mountain, to be able to defeat thousands of people with one sword.
He has a body comparable to that of a military monk and a pure martial artist, but even the green-shirted swordsman from Luolu Mountain and his friend Liu Xianyang are both in the Jade Purity Realm, but a Jade Purity Realm swordsman can really create a small world in his body.
The body is like a city, so indestructible?
Until this moment, those monks who were watching the ceremony who knew the identity of "Zheng Qian" began to believe that she might actually be the founding disciple of this young mountain master.
And the old ape in white was really like a master on the mountain. Every time he punched, he didn't take advantage of the victory and pursue it. He stopped immediately after passing the punch, as if he deliberately gave the man in green clothes a chance to slow down and catch his breath.
Although this person who is blessed with good fortune and protects the mountain in the upper five realms is undoubtedly a monk, he has indeed always made Aquarius Island famous for his boxing and kicking skills.
The old ape in white had a gloomy face, "You son of a bitch, are you really not going to fight back?!"
Wearing a green shirt, he never carried a sword and remained silent.
Yuan Zhenye laughed endlessly, opened a simple boxing frame, bent his knees slightly, and lowered his head slightly, as if carrying a mountain on his back. When the boxing frame was together, there was a vision of swallowing the spiritual energy of the world. The spiritual energy and pure true energy that should have naturally conflicted
, actually got along well with each other, and all turned into a powerful fist intention. Not only that, after the fist frame was wide open, the fist intention behind him was like the monk's enlightenment in the mountains, condensing into mountains, and the fist fists under his feet were like a river flowing violently, and
The steps and steps of the Taoist masters are similar but have the same effect, laying out a fairy pattern full of Taoism. Finally, the old ape in white steps on a brand new true shape map of the Five Mountains in Aquarius Island. Before passing the fist, the old ape in white
, just like the ancient immortals lifting huge mountains and stepping on rivers.
Tempering and moving mountains belong to the magical power, and the melting and casting fist means mountains and rivers are one furnace.
Chen Ping'an glanced at the half-baked true-form drawing, and it seemed that the mountain protector had not been idle in these years, and he had figured out some new tricks by it.
A mountain spectator at Qingwu Peak marveled, "Such a boxing technique can be said to be at the pinnacle, beyond the reach of Mrs. Wu."
Pei Qian squinted at the man and almost couldn't hold it back. She held down the opponent's head like the Zuo Guardian of Qilong Lane and made him stare at him. When her master took action, what was the real boxing technique?
Everyone saw the burly old ape, with a majestic momentum that would create the world, punch the young swordsman in the head.
In an instant, the old ape in white was standing where the green shirt had been.
But the young mountain master still didn't fight back and let the punch hit his forehead.
Is it because the old ape's fist was destined to be avoided?
From the first-line peak "on the lake" to the verdant Full Moon Peak, a long green line stretched out in an instant.
Almost everyone's eyes were subconsciously looking at Full Moon Peak. He was dressed in a green shirt and standing in the air. But behind this person, the entire foot of Full Moon Peak was blown by strong winds, sweeping across the mountain peak. Countless immortal trees were all broken, and some were damaged.
The Xian family's mansion was like a piece of paper, being torn apart by that fist.
Let's just say that the backward route of the Qingshan Sword Immortal cut a gully several feet deep on the ground between the two peaks.
The old ape in white followed him like a shadow, and punched again. The fist was shining brightly, and the white light was dazzling, as big as the mouth of a well, and it hit him straight.
With one punch, the green shirt, which was originally backed by the green mountain, completely penetrated the entire Full Moon Peak!
Yuan Zhenye followed the dug "mountain gate road" and slightly opened his body with a strong and domineering fist. Countless rocks collapsed on the road, and finally stepped on more cliffs, leaving the Full Moon Peak behind.
A large piece of the book cliff collapsed, and the burly figure turned into a rainbow and flew away. He raised a punch and hit the little bitch who had really made up his mind not to fight back. The opponent's body was so fast that he fell towards Qiuling Mountain, which was located halfway up the mountain.
That summer lake.
The man in green shirt who received this heavy punch retreated very quickly, but when he was approaching the water, his body suddenly hovered, and his toes tapped on the lake surface, causing a circle of spreading ripples.
The blue shirt is swaying, and the immortal is standing on the water.
However, the entire lake beneath his feet exploded on the spot, boiling water rolled in, setting off huge waves, and water mist rose. Many monks who were watching the battle from a distance in the nearby water pavilion were immediately drowned.
This thrilling scene made Xia Yuancui's eyelids tremble. You two are so stupid, just fight, and fight somewhere else. Don't ruin the geomantic treasure of my hilltop!
The old ape in white punched him in the head.
I heard that your kid likes to pray to gods and worship Buddha since he was a child, so you should sacrifice your life and get married to Shui Yi!
Chen Pingan just stretched out his palm to block the punch casually.
A swordsman dressed in green and an old ape dressed in white, both of them fell down. The summer lake was completely empty. They landed on the shore and rushed in all directions, down the mountain along the Full Moon Peak.
The hiking trail at Manwol Peak is like a stream with steps as its bed, rushing towards the foot of the mountain.
The descendants of this peak near Xiaoshu Lake and the monks who watched the ceremony were in a hurry, and had to rely on their own methods to resist the overwhelming waves that hit the shore and stirred up into the sky. The most troublesome part was that the fist intention contained in it was covered with the lake water. The sky blocked out the sun and was so unstoppable that many of the monks' spells were shattered to pieces, and their natal objects were shaken like pieces of duckweed. Their Taoist minds were unstable and they quickly put them away as soon as they were sacrificed.
When immortals fight, ordinary people suffer. Below the mountain top, all the Qi practitioners who are not earthly immortals are different from the ordinary masters in the market below the mountain.
Everyone was horrified. The ancestor who moved the mountain had only served as the guardian of Zhengyang Mountain for a thousand years, so the years of living in the mountain and practicing Taoism would only be longer. If he had this Taoist method and boxing intention, if he could say that he still had some It makes sense, but that young swordsman from Luoluo Mountain who was born out of nowhere was about the same age as Liu Xianyang. Where did he come from such a spiritual background?
The ten young people and candidates selected by Aquarius Continent, Zhenwu Mountain Ma Kuxuan’s cultivation foundation and talent, Jiang Yun and Liu Baqiao’s mentorship, Xie Ling’s family background, and good fortune, no matter how they rise, there will eventually be traces to follow. .
Xiaoshu Lake is not only empty of water, but also the mud at the bottom of the lake has been dispersed, and the bluestones at the base of Manwolfeng Mountain are exposed under the water.
The truth comes out, that's all. What created such a scene was just one punch from the white ape, and one punch from the green shirt.
Chen Pingan stood on the slightly moist bluestone. The bluestone under his feet kept making cracking sounds, and it was like an extra spider web appeared at the bottom of the Xiaoshu Lake. Chen Pingan raised his hand, used water magic, and scooped the water back into the lake.
The old ape in white stood on the shore, his expression as usual.
After several punches, a breath of pure Qi flowed through the mountains and rivers, but it was not exhausted.
Xia Yuancui spoke from the bottom of her heart to the nephews around her: "Nephew Tao, my Full Moon Peak is just a few broken stones, but your Qiuling Mountain is a good summer lake. It will be difficult to repair after this storm."
Yan Chu said: "Yanbo, half of the stick of incense has passed, and you haven't made a decision yet? Actually, let me tell you, the overall situation has been decided anyway, and Qiulingshan can't change anything no matter how he nods or shakes his head."
The implication of this master's words is naturally good-hearted, reminding Tao Caishen, who is of the same generation, to retain a heroic spirit for Qiuling Mountain. It will be better if it is spread out. Crossing the river and demolishing the bridge is the Bamboo Emperor and the first line of peaks. It means that Qiuling Mountain is not the same. It has a strong character and has the opportunity to make all the outsiders who stay on the peaks watch the ceremony look at it with admiration.
For Yan Chu, Tao Yanbo's Qiuling Mountain would be better off just pretending to be fat and controlling all the financial operations of Zhengyang Mountain. He actually has more real power than him, the patriarch of the law who was born in Shuilong Peak. If Can Shuilong Peak and Qiuling Mountain exchange places from now on?
The Bamboo Emperor looked displeased and said in a deep voice: "Now that the matter has come to this, let's not make any small calculations."
It was previously said that one stick of incense will lead to the sword.
That Chen Ping'an was just making random nonsense, it was the approximate time limit for the Sword Top Immortal beside the Bamboo Emperor to maintain his current state.
Could this guy be the roundworm in the belly of Zhengyang Mountain? Why does he know everything clearly?
Therefore, what the Bamboo Emperor is really afraid of deep down in his heart is not the sword fairy or the mountain master, but the thought of hiding needles in everything.
In the Xiaoshu Lake, after Chen Ping'an used magic techniques to scoop water into the lake, the water level was light and shallow and crystal clear to the bottom.
Chen Ping'an finally spoke and asked with a smile: "Back then, I was restrained in a small town. It was understandable. Why are you still such a bitch in your own territory? Are you afraid of beating me to death?"
Because Yuan Zhenye is still a qi practitioner after all, so in the old Lizhu Cave Heaven, the higher the realm, the more suppression, and he was overwhelmed by the great road everywhere. Even every breath and exhalation would involve a small cave sky.
With the flow of his luck, if he is not careful, Yuan Zhenye will waste a lot of Dao Xing and eventually delay the breakthrough. With Yuan Zhenye's status and identity, he naturally knows that the long-lasting ten thousand-year-old dragon in Huang Ting Kingdom, even if it is
The water-born dragon born in the Qiantang River Fengshui Cave in the southeastern boundary who devotes himself to cultivating Taoism has the same chance of becoming the first Jade Pu realm mountain spirit in Aquarius Continent.
It is estimated that this guardian of the mountain had already regarded the upper five realms as his own at that time, and had made up his mind to strive for "number one" in order to gather the luck of the Yizhou Avenue, so at most he was in charge of the kiln affairs department.
Over there, I met Song Changjing, the feudal lord in a white dragon fish suit. His hands were itchy for a moment, so he couldn't help but exchange fists with the opponent. He thought of using his fists and feet to help hone his own Taoism, so that he could make further progress.
Yuan Zhenye smiled ferociously and said: "I have seen people seeking death, but I have never seen you seeking death so wholeheartedly. Grandpa Yuan will satisfy you today!"
The face of the old ape in white took on a true ape-like appearance, and the hair on his head and face instantly sprouted, like countless silver threads flying.
The old ape had a long body and swept the green-shirted man in the ribs with one leg, kicking him out of Qiuling Mountain and flying towards a nearby Qiongzhi Peak.
With one kick, the chaos of Qi was like a big thunder shattering into the ground. The entire Qiuling Mountain spread out in bursts, like rows of iron cavalry crossing the border. Wherever they passed, the mountains and rocks collapsed, the grass and trees were pulverized, and the mansions exploded.
Even the clouds and mists outside Qiuling Mountain were tilted by it, as if being dragged toward Qiongzhi Peak.
From the beginning to the end, the green-robed swordsman, who kept his promise never to fight back, touched the water like a dragonfly, stepped on the ridge of a fairy mansion, the top of an ancient tree branch and the top of a pole of green bamboo, and then stopped.
The second seat of Luolu Shanmi, who was responsible for guarding Qiongzhi Peak, was busy putting away the glowing sword energy that filled the sky.
The old ape in white crashed into the bamboo forest, causing countless emerald green colors to bloom instantly in the Qiongzhi Peak Mountain. Hundreds of thousands of green bamboo poles broke out of the ground and flew randomly.
It's just that Yuan Zhenye punched very fast this time, and only a few people could see it clearly. More people could only vaguely see the white rainbow figure among the green clumps, which was unstoppable, and the fist teared the heaven and the earth. As for that
Qingshan has disappeared even further.
The next moment, a green arc swept out of Qiongzhi Peak. It was a very long arc, just around a cloud peak, and then passed by a vassal hilltop. The old ape in white shrank on the mountain and river, and suddenly appeared his true body, a huge palm.
Sweeping out, the whole green mountain top was directly interrupted. The mountain was like a flying sword, and it hit the man in green shirt. The latter waved his sleeves casually, and the mountain top collapsed on the spot and smashed into pieces in the air. The flying swords fell like rain, and the
The cyan figure took advantage of the situation and flew towards Yujiao Peak, which was more than ten miles away, at a faster speed. The old ape followed him in stride, leaning against the top of Yujiao Peak with one shoulder, causing the top of the mountain to crack open again, and shooting towards Chen Ping'an.
At the same time, the old ape poked the ground with his foot, sunk deep into the ground, shouted softly, and then raised his toes, trampling the roots of a small hill on the ground, and lifted the whole mountain into the air, one after another with the top of Yujiao Peak, at the same time.
Smashed it at the blue-robed swordsman.
The ferocious old mountain-moving ape uprooted two more small peaks of the vassal clan, held them one in each hand, and smashed them at the little bastard who didn't know whether to live or die.
The majestic image of the old ape crossed the mountains and rivers in one step, stepped on the top of a broken mountain that used to be a small country in the south, and looked ahead.
Chen Pingan brought his fingers together to make a sword slash, splitting the top of Yujiao Peak in the center. He waved his sleeve with his left hand and smashed the top of the mountain back to its original position. With two taps of his fingers, he actually directly split the two vassal hills.
Fixed in the air.
A green shirt slowly fell to the top of Qingwu Peak.
Pei Qian quickly landed and stood beside his master, otherwise it would be ridiculous.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's okay, the old beast didn't have enough to eat today, so his punches are soft, and if he keeps a little distance, he throws the mountain at will, which is more like a willow catkin. It's far less powerful than us throwing millet grains and melon seeds."
The little girl in black smiled from ear to ear when she heard this. She hugged her hiking pole and quickly raised her hands to cover her mouth. Her light eyebrows and narrowed eyes made her very happy.
How could she be so powerful? No matter what, the good mountain master is telling you nonsense. Don't believe any of you. But if you really want to believe it, I will find a way to make you not believe it.
Cui Dongshan said with a smile: "The Right Protector doesn't even need to take action today, and his reputation has already spread far and wide."
Xiaomi Li laughed and said: "False fame, it's all a false name."
Chen Ping'an spoke to Pei Qian from the bottom of his heart: "Keep an eye on the Yixian Peak. If anyone dares to show up, fight back."
Pei Qian nodded, "I understand."
Chen Ping'an stepped lightly on the ground and left Qingwu Peak in an instant, making no sound. Compared to the old ape in white who was literally pulling mountains and rivers, there was really no momentum at all.
Wearing a green shirt, he passed over the two mountains that seemed to have been subjected to a body-holding technique, dragged him up the mountain, and faced off with the old ape with his feet on the mountain.
The remaining half stick of incense is about to end.
Chen Ping'an laughed from the bottom of his heart and said: "Don't worry, at least Tao Zi will definitely take action at Yixian Peak. I remember the first time I saw her on Fulu Street, I knew she had been a very smart person since she was a child, but Mr. Yuan
Zu, if you continue to dominate the country with such an invincible attitude, how can she fight for you? Three punches, the last three punches, Yuan Laozu carefully weighed it, whether to continue to let laymen watch the fun, or let experts watch the door, I am free.
"
After saying these words, he dragged the two mountains and threw them into two places respectively, making them the top of the Poyun Peak Domain and the top of the Yujiao Peak to serve as the peaks.
The old ape in white suddenly put away the Dharma sign and stood on the top of the mountain. The old ape took a deep breath. Just such an ordinary breath, there were strong mountain winds rising from the peaks. The wind blew and the clouds surged.
, Yuan Zhenye, who stood on the top of the mountain after destroying cliffs and breaking trees, looked around, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers crawling under his feet, and in his field of vision, only that green shirt was an eyesore.
As that bitch from Mud Bottle Alley said, he could probably still deliver three punches.
Yuan Zhenye's body is a blend of Taoism, fist and intention, as if practicing Taoism for thousands of years is the sky, and the fists and intentions accumulated and polished for thousands of years are the earth, using the small world of the human body as a bridge of longevity, merging the two into one, and finally reaching the mysterious realm of the union of heaven and earth.
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When he was at the highest point of his life, the first punch he delivered was an injury in exchange for his life, which was equivalent to a punch at the peak of his martial arts spirit.
You little mud-legged guy should spend his whole life crawling and rolling in the mud. You are lucky enough to be in power, but you don’t know how to cherish it. You don’t know how to hide and enjoy the blessings. If you dare to come to Zhengyang Mountain to show off your wealth, then I will punch you until you are smashed to pieces and you will all fall into the world.
, would only end up worse than the female cultivator from Full Moon Peak whose bones were exposed by Li Tuanjing in Fengleiyuan Square.
If there is an accident, there is a second punch to treat the guest, which is equivalent to the full blow of a swordsman in the immortal realm.
The last punch, what sword fairy, what mountain lord, just die!
On the other side of the first line of peaks, Tao Yanbo's face was full of exhaustion. The sword immortals of the peaks, including the guests, totaled nearly half a hundred people, and only a handful of seven or eight Zhengyang Mountain sword cultivators shook their heads.
Otherwise, everyone nodded and agreed to the Bamboo Emperor's proposal.
According to the rules of the Zushitang, from this moment on, Yuan Zhenye is no longer the guardian of Zhengyang Mountain.
The Bamboo Emperor said: "Yuan Zhenye, stop it. Although you are no longer the Immortal Genealogy Master of Zhengyang Mountain, I am willing to intercede with Luopo Mountain. No matter what price we pay in Zhengyang Mountain, I can guarantee that you will be alive today."
After leaving the Zhengyang Mountain boundary, I ask you to leave Aquarius Continent."
At the same time, the Bamboo Emperor spoke to the green-robed Sword Immortal in his heart: "Master Chen Shan, as long as Yuan Zhenye goes to sea in the future and tries to travel to other continents, I will personally take Xia Yuancui and Yan Chu to cooperate with you in Luopo Mountain to kill this person."
hunt!"
Chen Ping ignored this and just smiled and narrowed his eyes. He did not refuse or agree.
Yuan Zhenye was equally indifferent. The old ape in white turned his head and looked at the top of the sword. He had an old ape face with no expression.
Maybe it's because grief is greater than heartbreak, maybe it's because the mountain-moving ancestor, who has the destiny of a continent, actually has a plan in mind and still has a back-up plan to reverse the situation.
What the old ape in white saw in his eyes and thought in his mind was that this year, the ancient paulownia tree in the mountains had already lost its leaves before autumn began.
In the past years, the flowers bloomed and fell, the leaves were green and yellow, and no one disturbed them. There was only the rustling sound of the broom scratching the ground.
Yuan Zhenye crushed the entire mountain top with one foot, and with a powerful momentum, he attacked the green shirt hanging on the high place.
A body with perfect fist intention seems to be higher than the mountains.
After a punch is delivered, it is like a thunder pool cracking open and then shooting out.
Almost everyone subconsciously looked up and saw that the man in green shirt was punched and disappeared instantly.
Yuan Zhenye, who was the one delivering the punch, actually slid backwards for more than ten feet. His sleeves were shattered, and his two muscular arms became mangled with flesh and blood, and the muscles and bones were exposed. It was shocking. Then the old ape in white suddenly climbed up and became angry.
He yelled and punched the sky for the second time.
In the sky of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, there are only continuous bursts of thunder, and there is no blue shirt.
The sound of thunder sounded as if it was very close to my ears. Many monks who were not advanced enough had to cover their ears and tried their best to circulate the spiritual energy in their bodies to protect their Taoist hearts.
The Earthly Immortal monks who stayed in the peaks to watch the ceremony used their magic and magical powers to help the monks around them who were in pain, and dispersed the ripples of Taoist fists that were falling like rain.
Yuan Zhenye clasped his hands behind his back, the bones and flesh of his fists had melted away, his eardrums were broken, his hair was disheveled, and his snow-white hair on the temples was stained by the blood flowing from the ear holes and stuck together.
On the other side of the Sword Pavilion where the first line of peak stopped, there was a young female swordsman who screamed, "Grandpa Yuan, let me help you!"
There was a beautiful woman dressed in purple, who seemed to have no regard for life and death. She was actually alone, and wanted to use her sword to reach the sky.
But just as she was about ten feet away from the ground with her sword, a young woman with a bun in her hair came through the air and reached out to grab her neck, yanking her away from the sword and throwing her back.
In the Tianjian Pavilion Square, Tao Zi was thrown into pieces, and the embarrassed Tao Zi was about to return the sword to its sheath, but the female martial artist reached out to hold the sword's edge, twisted it gently, and casually broke the long sword into two pieces.
Nailed into the ground beside Tao Zi.
This time, the monks watching the ceremony were wiser and stopped picking up sesame seeds and throwing watermelons. They took a glance or two at the movement in the Pavilion, and then continued to look up to the heights with the old ape in white. The man received two punches and still did not fight back.
None of this is dead?
The answer is obvious. Not only was the guy not dead, he was safe and sound.
At the canopy, he was dressed in a green shirt, as if he were strolling in a courtyard and walking down the stairs.
I saw the man in green shirt stop, lift up his shoes, gently put them down, and then twist his toes, as if to say, crushing you Yuan Zhenye to death is like crushing an ant to death.
Yuan Zhenye's eyes widened, his fists clenched with only bone-white bones left, he raised his head and roared: "Who the hell are you?!"
It absolutely does not believe that this green-shirted man who fell from the sky will be the mud-legged bastard who only knows how to hug his little clever ones back then!
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The kiln workers of Mu Ping Alley back then and the current owners of Luolu Mountain are not all named Chen Ping'an, otherwise who else could they be?"
Chen Ping'an raised his hands, and in the palms of his hands, a sun and a moon appeared respectively.
The sun shines brightly, and the moon shines brightly.
The sun rises and the moon sets, the sun sets and the moon rises, and then returns again and again, forming a golden circle with a dense treasure, just like a path of gods traveling through the heaven and earth.
Chen Pingan twisted his wrist again, and it was the natal star belonging to the five elements, manifested and born, with five colors, slowly rotating around the sun and moon.
The sun, moon and stars, if ordered to do so, surround one person. The sun and moon hang together, and the Milky Way hangs in the sky. They follow the rules and circulate in the sky.
After that, there are pictures of mountains and rivers, Aquarius Island, Tongye Island, and Beiju Luzhou, looming, painted or drawn in white, and the dotted landscape gods, walking around and watching flowers, fleeting in the scroll. Among them
There is still an upside-down mountain that has traveled to the Qingming world.
In an instant, a man in green shirt stood in the middle, a god in the sky.
Even Jiang Shangzhen was a little shaken and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Cui, what kind of swordsmanship is this?!"
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Of course it's swordsmanship, but it can also be regarded as the boxing method pioneered by Mr., it can be used for boxing and sword, no need to separate the family. Pure martial arts, for thousands of years, the world has been prosperous, this is the pinnacle."
Cui Dongshan waved his snow-white sleeves and said, "He's my husband. It's not worth making a fuss about."
Otherwise, how could Sir be able to close the martial arts distance with that Cao Ci?
It relies on the level of ten realms of energy that is unprecedented and unprecedented.
Pei Qian is in high spirits. Look, he is really smart. His master can teach him boxing, but he cannot teach him boxing.
The demon who transformed into a demon under the guise of Shi Rou's skin couldn't help but repeat his old trick, shouting loudly, "The Yin Guan Ancestor's martial arts skills are unparalleled, his sword skills are invincible, damn Bai Yujing is really invincible, Taoist second brother will be your thousand thousand
Second in the year...
However, this white-haired boy who possessed Shirou finally remembered to use magic to isolate the world and prevent his words from leaking out. It was a fly in the ointment and he always felt that he was not enjoying himself enough. After all, even the Yinguan ancestors could not hear the iron-clad words spoken from the bottom of his heart.
Xianyue looked at the bright moon for a while, held her breath and looked at it carefully, and finally sighed. Although after the guy returned to his hometown, he returned half of the moon soul essence at the blacksmith shop, probably for Liu Xianyang's sake.
, but this young hidden official has dark intentions and tricks. What kind of brain does a scholar have? What does he study like? Does it mean that he has to go to a school to study for a few days after returning to the small town?
Qiangyue asked: "Will this old ape run away?"
Ning Yao shook his head and said: "No, he will die both physically and mentally."
On the other side of the ferry, Yu Huiting only felt thrilling and murmured: "No wonder he can become a hidden official in the Sword Qi Great Wall."
Wei Jin said: "Yuan Zhenye is going to use his trump card."
Yu Huiting asked curiously: "Uncle Wei, what do you say?"
Wei Jin was silent, wouldn't he think about it? Even if he couldn't think of the truth, he would just wait for another moment and a half, and then he would naturally know the answer. What is the point of asking?
Yu Huiting mistakenly thought that Uncle Wei was thinking about something, and asked: "Uncle Wei, could it be that the one guarding the mountain for worship will be more fierce and domineering with his next punch, thinking of changing his life?"
Wei and Jin were too lazy to turn their heads to look at her. They rarely put on the airs of their elders and said calmly: "I heard that you have a good experience at the foot of the mountain and have a good reputation among the Dali frontier army. Don't be complacent and guard against arrogance and impetuosity. In the future,
Return to Fengxue Temple and work harder on cultivating your mind."
What he meant was actually to remind her that she needed to use her brain more when practicing in the mountains.
Yu Huiting didn't think much about it. She just thought that Uncle Wei, the most unkind person in Shenxian Terrace, was caring about people for the first time. She suddenly smiled like a flower.
Wei Jin knew that what he said was in vain.
Yuan Zhen stepped on the void, and once again the huge true body of the mountain-moving genus appeared, with a pair of pale golden eyes fixed on the former ant high up.
There are long rivers of tempered Qi on its body, flowing in the muscles and bones and blood vessels as the river bed. This is the protection of the great road for the first mountain spirit monster in a continent to reach the upper five realms.
Chen Ping'an also had a pair of golden eyes, but they were far richer and more refined than Yuan Zhenye's. He sneered: "Why, do you have to say that I am Zhu Yan so that you can recognize your ancestor and return to your clan?"
Yuan Zhenye said sternly: "The bastard continues to laugh, and after one punch, both jade and stone will be destroyed! Remember to find a good place to reincarnate in your next life..."
Chen Ping'an raised his fingers and said, "Come on, please beat me to death."
Half the stick of incense has passed, and I can give you another chance to punch.
Cui Dongshan endured it, but in the end he couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.
Jiang Shangzhen was also helpless, looking for anyone to compete with in terms of luck consumption and avenue suppression, let alone our young mountain master who was targeted by Haoran and Wilderness.
As for the bastard words of the ancestor who moved mountains, there is no need to worry about it. Anyway, he will shut up completely soon.
Jiang Shangzhen asked in his heart: "The overwhelming power of the two worlds is clearly still there, why doesn't it seem to be so obvious? Have you found some way to solve it?"
Cui Dongshan revealed the truth with his words, "Sir, I just really wanted to understand a Buddhist saying. If you want to save all sentient beings, you must actually save all sentient beings. That's why you can rise to a certain realm. You are always confused in the Dharma, and the Dharma is unimpeded by opportunities everywhere."
.Sir, you have this mind first, and then you have this state."
Jiang Shangzhen nodded and said: "It's amazing."
However, Jiang Shangzhen knew very well that Cui Dongshan only said it lightly, but Chen Ping'an actually did it, which was definitely a physical and mental torture.
Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said: "Nonsense."
On the other side of the sword, Liu Xianyang shook the empty wine bottle in his hand and threw it casually outside the white jade railing. He held the back of his head with both hands, feeling that all the grudges of the past were gone.
Outside the Luoluo Mountain Bamboo Tower, there is no longer a mirror of Zhengyang Mountain, but it doesn't matter, there are still Chief Zhou's methods.
Cao Qinglang was included, each holding a handful of melon seeds, all of which were millet grains left behind before going down the mountain. I would like to ask sister Nuan Shu to help deliver them, and everyone has a share.
Wei Bo left Piyun Mountain and quietly appeared here. Cui Wei, the Yuan Ying sword cultivator who had been hiding, also appeared and greeted softly: "Weishan Lord."
Wei Bo smiled and nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."
Cui Wei was speechless for a moment.
I am a registered worshiper of Jise Peak Ancestral Hall, watching from the top of my own mountain, why is it so hard?
Wei Bo seemed to feel that something was wrong with what he said, and laughed at himself: "This habit needs to be changed."
When I visited Hongzhu Town, a place bordering the Three Rivers, at the book store, Li Jin, the water god, would joke and say that he was the tiger of Aquarius Island and the mountain god of Jise Peak.
Wei Bo thought it made sense. Li Shuishen's words were very interesting. Who was the official superior and who was the subordinate? So he took dozens of books from the bookstore for free.
On the table, there is a little incense burner from the Zhouchenghuang Temple who just happened to come to Luolu Mountain today. He is diligent and responsible for helping to gather the melon seed shells and pile them up into a mountain.
When I saw that Wei Shanjun, and there was no Chen Lingjun to protect him, the little guy who had helped Wei Shanjun make that nickname famous all over the world, I hurriedly squatted behind the "hill". As long as I couldn't see Wei Yeyou, Wei Yeyou couldn't see me.
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Zhengyang Mountain is a private mountain and river with a radius of thousands of miles. When Yuan Zhenye showed his true body, even the common people in the city looked up and saw the huge figure of the mountain protector.
As for the monks watching the ceremony, they really couldn't understand how the green-robed swordsman from Luolu Mountain could withstand punch after punch from this old ape.
Grandmaster Xia Yuancui suddenly spoke from her heart: "My nephew, your choice may seem ruthless, but it is actually wise. If it were me who made the decision, I might not be able to be as decisive as you."
No matter what, without Qiulingshan to fight over the issue of becoming the head of the sect, Man Yue Peak is the direct successor of sword cultivation, so there is a greater hope of shouldering this important task.
Yan Chu nodded and said: "It's the lesser of two evils. Looking back, the sect master's move was not sloppy at all, which is really admirable."
Only Tao Yanbo was speechless. How should Qiuling Mountain fare from now on? Among the peaks of Zhengyang Mountain where people's hearts are shattered, can the Qiuling Mountain sword cultivator still have a foothold?
Yuan Zhenye, who was no longer a mountain protector, used his true body as a white ape to strike high above his head and delivered a punch with the highest level of life-level Taoism and the pinnacle of fist power.
Before the old ape punched, he laughed loudly and said, "If you die, you will die. I don't want you to beg for mercy from a bastard like you."
How could Yuan Zhenye, who kept throwing punches within half a stick of incense, seriously not know whether he would win or lose?
When Yuan Zhenye punched out, a circle of golden ripples appeared in the sky, spreading rapidly in all directions. The entire Zhengyang Mountain boundary seemed to have a magnificent golden wave slowly passing by.
The arm that the old ape used to punch was like a mountain avalanche, all shattered, and the heavy rain splashed wantonly.
The old ape was in the air, still maintaining his forward-moving fist posture, but the small world for several miles around the green shirt was still filled with the sun, moon and stars, in order, and the avenues circulated endlessly.
The old ape who had lost an arm had his shoulders tilted slightly, just touching the edge of the small world. Where the avenues collided, stars scattered and fire rained across the sky, which was extremely gorgeous.
Chen Pingan said: "Then replace me."
The visions of heaven and earth suddenly converged, and the martial artist of the ten realms returned to the true level. His boxing skills were swordsmanship, just like a swordsmanship from ten thousand years ago fell to the world.
A huge whirlpool appeared on the sky, and a golden sword light that seemed to have been traveling in the long river of time for tens of millions of years came through the air and hit the old ape's real body on the head, causing Yuan Zhenye to fall directly.
The Yangshan Earth, with its head on the ground, hit the Immortal Sword Peak.
The sword light fell straight down and lasted for a long time, like a golden long sword that invisibly connected the sky and the earth. After piercing the old ape's head, it was inserted diagonally into the ground.
Yuan Zhenye was lying on the ground, roaring, holding his hands on the ground, trying to raise his head, struggling to get up, and then the green shirt stood in a straight line on top of its head, causing Yuan Zhenye's door to hang down instantly, unable to do anything.
Do not stick to the back sword peak.
Chen Ping'an raised his arm high, and there were clusters of five thunders in his palm, like a gathering of heavenly calamities. He pressed down quickly and hit Yuan Zhenye's neck.
Then he extended his left hand to his arm, and saw the long sword on the archway of Fengshan Gate turning into a rainbow. He was wearing a green shirt and holding a long sword. He dragged the sword away and walked slowly around the neck of the old ape. The light of the sword was light.
Swipe lightly.
In the end, Yuan Zhenye's huge head was cut open and then allowed to roll down the mountain.
From one sleeve, talismans continued to flow out, like a long river, smashing Yuan Zhenye's headless body into pieces.
The head is at the foot of the mountain, and its eyes are still fixed on the blue shirt on the top of the mountain. The eyes are gradually blurring. I don't know if they are unwilling to close their eyes, or they still have unfulfilled wishes, and they don't want to close them no matter what.
Chen Pingan nodded towards it.
For some reason, Yuan Zhenye seemed to understand the meaning of the boy from Mu Bottle Lane. He nodded slightly and finally closed his eyes. It was exactly the same choice as the ghostly nun Situ Wenying of Full Moon Peak, who chose to leave the remnants of the Jade Pure Realm behind.
The Taoist rhyme and the remaining luck are all left behind and given to this Zhengyang Mountain.
The old ape who had previously had the option of blowing up the golden elixir and Yuanying had only one thought at the end of his life, as if he was speaking to the man on the top of the mountain, I beg you, don't kill Tao Zi!
And that green shirt seemed to predict the future. The meaning of nodding at that time was to say, I am not you.
Yuan Zhenye's soul dissipated, and an ethereal old man in white clothes could be vaguely seen. He was standing next to the head at the foot of the mountain. His last words in this life were to raise his head, look at the young man, and ask in his heart, "Kill me."
Who is this person?"
Chen Pingan did not answer, but waved his sleeves to disperse his soul.
The night tour is sheathed and carried on the back.
Lifting one foot, he stepped heavily on the ground, causing the entire mountaintop to split into pieces.
There are no immortals in the world who carry swords on their backs, only tourists in green shirts carry swords on their backs.
When traveling on the great road, if you hold a candle and travel at night, you are not afraid of encountering ghosts. Ghosts are afraid of people.
Except for the spectators at Luolu Mountain.
All the swordsmen and disciples in Zhengyang Mountain, as well as all the guests staying in the old and new peaks, felt a strange sense of suffocation at this moment.
It was as if there was a green-robed swordsman from Luolu Mountain standing next to everyone at this moment.
Wearing a green shirt, Yufeng came to the top of the sword where a ancestral hall was lost.
As the head of a sect in Zhengyang Mountain, the Bamboo Emperor immediately raised his fists and saluted: "The Bamboo Emperor of Zhengyang Mountain, pays homage to Master Chen."
Liu Xianyang rolled his eyes and looked at Chen Pingan. Liu Xianyang took the lead to leave in the wind, looked around, saw the round-faced girl standing in the reeds, and immediately rushed to Bailudu.
Chen Ping'an looked around, without saying anything, followed Liu Xianyang and left with Yufeng. During this period, he turned to Bailudu and smiled brightly. Then he came to the boy in white and the little girl in black, rubbed Xiaomi's head and laughed softly.