With a smile on his face, Chen Ping'an flicked his sword with his fingers. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, making a clanging sound. The sword's aperture spread out in circles, illuminating his whole face with energy and great freedom.

A caged bird that flutters its wings and bumps into a wall, a frog in a well who looks at the sky like a boundary painting, and I who hate each other and have a bitter relationship with each other can finally say a few big words to the world, and in my heart

talk.

When Jiang She heard this, instead of making any sarcasm, he felt somewhat enlightened, "This finally makes sense."

When you climb a mountain to seek immortality, whatever you are afraid of will come to you. People who practice Taoism are afraid of the eventuality and will become ten thousand.

After all, Jiang She is not in the fifteenth realm. It is difficult to transcend this path. There are still ups and downs of calamities that cannot be avoided. Jiang She glanced at Chen Pingan and said, "The real Taoist age is a bit too young."

If you win, you will inevitably feel like you have failed to win. If you lose, it will be even more disastrous.

On the other hand, if this young sword cultivator loses, it is honorable to lose, but if he wins, the future trend of the world is even more unimaginable. How will the fortune-telling Zou Zi deal with himself then?

Jiang She curled his lips and used a little magical power to crush all these emotions and thoughts in the center of his heart and turn them away.

The battle to ascend to the sky was a calamity with swords and soldiers. The road went astray. He wanted to take the initiative and occupied the ruins of the ancient heaven. He weakened the world and dominated the military. A common killing was a calamity.

After being imprisoned for ten thousand years, it was another calamity. It seemed that he was escaping from the calamity, but it was the time when the great calamity was imminent. When Jiang She's Taoist heart was revived and he wanted to organize his military affairs again, the Taoism prevailed again, following him like a shadow.

As the founder of the military strategist, Jiang She's fate was naturally the great opportunity that others coveted.

Of course, not everyone is qualified to participate in this thrilling gamble. Ordinary monks, as long as they are not in the Fourteenth Realm, no matter if you are in the Ascension Realm, as long as your life is not strong enough, I am afraid that if you get even a few points closer, you will be catastrophically destroyed.

Dao Yun was struck by disaster and turned into a burst of dust and ashes. But even a monk in the Fourteenth Realm dared to intervene easily? He must stay away from him and watch from the sidelines. For example, those who are in harmony with the Dao and the time, such as Fu Lu Yuxuan, and those who are in the right place.

, whoever is willing to get involved in this situation, if he is not careful, his road will be stuck in the mud, unable to extricate himself, and he will fall into a situation that is beyond redemption.

Jiang She felt a little aggrieved and couldn't help but laugh and curse, "Cui Chan, you bastard."

He had previously thanked Xiuhu and expressed his gratitude. He didn't want to help count the money because he didn't want to be defrauded?

Apart from complaining a few words, Jiang She really didn't want to express his feelings. Wouldn't it be more aggrieved to compete with a dead man and arm-wrestle?

Jiang She had many ideas. When he returned to the world this time, he wanted to conspire to usurp the throne and replace himself. Chen Ping'an, a former hidden official, was also one of them. However, after deductive calculations, the possibility of Chen Ping'an was extremely low.

The biggest reason is not that Chen Pingan is too young and his level is not high enough for the time being, but that Chen Pingan does not have such big ambitions.

In addition, Chen Ping'an's biggest imaginary enemies are Bai Yujing and Yu Dou. For both parties, it is a personal grudge.

Unexpectedly, Chen Pingan changed his mind temporarily, withdrew the long sword in his hand and asked him to withdraw from the battlefield. With a flash of sword light, the long sword appeared near the tilted pillar in the northwest that connects the sky and the earth. Chen Pingan moved slowly, and rolled up the sword.

He lifted up his sleeves, shook his wrists, and said with a smile, "Then as you wish, practice your hands first, so that the younger generation can fully experience the tremendous power of the eleventh realm warrior..."

Before Chen Pingan could finish what he said, Jiang She got close and hit Chen Pingan in the heart with a punch. Chen Pingan's robe and hair on his temples flew into the air, and there was a clear and melodious jade chime sound between heaven and earth. That was Chen Pingan's heart.

Ping An's whole body's bones trembled, and his figure flew upwards more than a thousand feet like a kite with its string cut off. Golden blood oozed from the seven orifices on his face and floated to the ground.

Jiang She succeeded with one blow, and showed no concern for those who looked at the strange golden blood. The next moment Jiang She caught up with Chen Pingan, folded his hands on the back, and with his ten fingers like hooks, he stabbed straight into Chen Pingan's chest and suddenly thrust out.

Oh no, Chen Ping'an's body was torn open on the spot.

Jiang She squinted his eyes and stood still, wiping away the golden blood that was splashed on his face. His face and palms made a squeaking sound, and wisps of green smoke rose up into the sky. Jiang She was unaware of the burning sensation and looked around,

The golden blood that had previously scattered on the ground was not stained with dust. Instead, it had its own vision, and each of its avenues was manifested. When it landed, it turned into mountains lined with beautiful buildings and jade buildings. They were as small as earth mounds, and there were hundreds of thousands of them carved out one by one.

The water palace and the palace's rivers are as small as ropes. What's even more mysterious is that in the majestic Dayue Mountain, there are really blue cranes singing, the true king preaching and fairies scattering flowers. In the winding rivers, there are vast mist.

, the small boat on the rapids and dangerous shoals was like an arrow... Jiang She sneered, still pretending to be a ghost, really thinking that he was God.

Jiang She slightly dispersed his consciousness, combined with deduction and mental calculation, and followed the trend of the water veins of the long river of time and the direction of the circulation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, like a god patrolling the territory, all over the site without missing a thing. Masters of the art of war that can leave their name in history are here

Who is not the top expert in geography? Jiang She twitched the corner of his mouth and found you, kid. Jiang She did not shrink from the mountains and rivers, but drew the empty bow like a full moon, holding the "bow string" with both fingers.

Released with a bang, an "arrow" was as thick as the mouth of a well, but it was not a straight line, but rather like a big wild dragon and snake swimming across the ground.

In a certain place, it was as if thousands of mirrors were smashed by an arrow one after another, and countless colored glass burst into pieces, creating a brilliant and dazzling light.

Chen Ping'an first set up the formation with his powerful fists. It was a whimsical idea. Instead, he used the iron cavalry chisel formation in the boxing book to block the power of the incoming arrow. Then he tried to use a normal iron cavalry punch.

He tried to carry the arrow in the formation, but it was in vain. Not only was his fist smashed by the arrow, but his entire arm was also shattered... Where he stood, Chen Ping'an had lost an arm, and the ground was covered with gold.

The blood, this time, manifested itself into a large area of ​​golden flowers and trees on the ground, varying in height and swaying, like a fairy garden.

The fists of the eleventh realm are indeed unstoppable.

Chen Pingan remained motionless and expressionless. Millions of golden threads spread out from the broken arm on his shoulder, and returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.

As expected, the road to martial arts and becoming a god is the most straightforward. In ancient times, it was the "clear stream" of the true path, while refining qi and becoming an immortal was the turbid stream of the path.

To put it simply, the fists and kicks of the eleventh realm were unstoppable, but on today's battlefield, Jiang She didn't seem to be able to use them against his half-one self.

After receiving solid verification, Chen Ping'an felt a little relieved, so he reciprocated the favor and said, "I also feel a little embarrassed for my senior."

Jiang She didn't take it seriously and asked, "I heard that you have a special boxing technique called Shenren Beating Drums. You learned it from Cui Cheng of Aquarius Continent. Isn't it vulgar?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "It's not tacky."

Jiang She smiled and asked, "Grandmaster Chen, you don't think that the Eleventh Realm is really worth it, right?"

Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully, "Otherwise?"

Jiang She said calmly, "There is no doubt that boxing is a good boxing. But if Cui Cheng is here, I can teach him what the real god's drumming style is."

It is said that Chen Ping'an, the second shopkeeper at the Great Sword Qi Wall who was not doing his job as a slave, created the seals of Baijianxian and Jianjianxian.

For thousands of years, Jiang She has lived in seclusion in the mountains, overlooking the world. Several martial arts schools in the world are prosperous. If a book of one hundred fists is compiled, the martial artist Cui Cheng has two or three fists and can enter it.

Chen Ping'an raised his eyebrows. He wanted to let this ancestor of the military strategist learn the simple language of his hometown town, but when he said it, he changed his words and said, "We'll see."

Jiang She clicked his tongue and said, "It's such a hindsight. No wonder he lost to Cao Ci four times in a row. It's not unfair at all."

Although Jiang She didn't show any signs of taking action, Chen Ping'an opened his fists as if facing a formidable enemy, and punched the sky with a cloud that flooded the area.

It turned out that Jiang She's first punch had already used the god-beating drum style.

The majestic fist is like a thick sea of ​​clouds. The immortal in the sky stretches out his palm and presses it down. In an instant, it sinks and falls, trying to connect with the ground and merge into one.

After a while, except for where Chen Ping'an was standing, the ground had sunk seven or eight feet in a radius of dozens of miles. Those shocking cracks and ravines were all the palm joints and hand lines.

Chen Pingan raised his hand to wipe his face, shook his head, and poured out the blood from both ears.

The power of just one punch was like an overwhelming catastrophe.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath. It wasn't that he couldn't bear the pain. To be honest, this injury was really nothing.

But that kind of suffocating feeling like seeing the sky with fists is really hard to bear.

Jiang She sneered and said, "If you are a layman looking at the lively fourteenth realm, ascension realm Qi practitioners, and underestimate the eleventh martial arts realm, then that's it. You are a martial artist who has reached the level of returning to his true state and is approaching perfection. You are a person who has entered the palace.

, dare to take it lightly?"

"Aunt Feng, who is now hiding in the capital of Dali, didn't tell you how heavy Jiang She's punches were on the way to heaven? And how did the man who worked as a coachman for Nanhao receive two punches back then?

That made the first crack appear on his golden body?"

As he spoke, Jiang She was still standing in the distance, not even breathing, so he punched more than ten times in one go, leaving Chen Ping'an with no way to hide. He could only receive the punches and rely on his physical strength to carry it down.

Jiang She shook his head, "You and Cui Cheng, after all, are just at their limit, unable to support the true meaning of this type of boxing, and unable to truly carry it forward."

"You think I'm stealing a punch?"

Jiang She had a look of disdain on his face as he asked and answered himself, "It's just that ten thousand years later, there was a warrior named Cui who happened to be in the same place as me."

After more than thirty punches, Chen Pingan's almost pure golden body collapsed on the spot. As soon as he gathered his figure in the distance, more than twenty punches arrived.

Groups of golden light scattered and gathered together, and everywhere on the earth were large pits that suddenly collapsed and a series of muffled thunder and vibrations.

If you change the battlefield and change the opponent, wouldn't it be like picking up grass to kill Ascension?

Jiang She seemed to feel a little bored and couldn't cheer up, so he yawned.

Regardless of the situation on the battlefield, Jiang She turned to look at the long sword and asked the biggest question in his heart, "What did the co-leader of the Heavenly Court think back then?"

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Country school.

After having had enough wine and food, Jiang Shangzhen lay on the wicker chair, imitated the old cook and gently shook the cattail leaf fan, and said with a soft smile, "Ning Ji, your background is actually unusual."

Ning Ji was a little surprised. She didn't know why Mr. Jiang took the initiative to bring up this topic, but hesitated to speak.

After these days of getting along day and night, Ning Ji really admired Mr. Jiang's ability to do as the locals do in the countryside. He could chat for a long time among the farmers and village women, cross his legs and make jokes, just talking about a few things in the village.

Even local dogs are willing to follow Mr. Jiang around.

Ning Ji had been to Luopo Mountain and heard some things. When he came back here, he almost forgot about Mr. Jiang's titles and some of his reputation on the mountain.

Jiang Shangzhen continued to ask, "Is it understandable if I say this?"

Ningji nodded.

Jiang Shangzhen deliberately wanted to get to the bottom of the problem, "Then I'm curious, how do you understand it? Let's see if there is any deviation between what you think and what I guessed."

Ning Ji hesitated for a moment, then chose to say frankly, "If it was just my husband who accepted me as a student, I might not think much about it. At most, after thinking about it, I would think that it was probably the kind-hearted gentleman who felt compassion for me.

I was lucky enough to meet Mr. But there was an extra Master Bai Yu Jinglu, and he said that I could regard him as a... little master. Then unless I was a fool, I should know that things are not that simple."

Jiang Shangzhen hummed, "So in order to accept a student like you, our Master Chen took on a lot of responsibility and affected a lot of cause and effect. As a result, it is inevitable that there will be more accidents."

Ning Ji was silent.

"Be patient, don't be anxious. I am not telling you this truth to tell you to study hard and practice diligently so as not to waste your resources and qualifications. It is also not to burden you. It seems that every tomorrow of Ningji will be from now on.
To be continued...