Chen Ping'an spoke for the first time, his voice was hoarse, like a grinding stone and a knife sharpening each other, and said in a deep voice: "Both sides ask about boxing, and learning boxing with boxing is a skill. But if you are a monk, move out of the mountain and use magic to copy this boxing... I advise you not to do this."

Although these strange mirror images that can copy Chen Ping'an and the boxing intention for a moment are extremely mysterious and look more like some kind of magical powers of a Qi training man, they are indeed a boxing move.

But Qing Tong was here, and he also secretly moved some small hands and feet.

Qingtong squeezed out a smiley expression, and was exposed by a junior on the spot, which was somewhat embarrassing. "I can't help it, I will stop it."

It is indeed a bit unreasonable that I have a higher level of strength and use magic to steal fists.

It is obvious that Qing Tong was still very relaxed in this questioning boxing, and his ease of master's demeanor was not a false act.

The only problem is that Qing Tong found that Chen Ping'an, who made many punches, seemed to be still bottomless.

Although Qingtong's three punches were far from exerting their strength, they fell on ordinary masters, especially pure warriors outside the demon clan, should have been half dead.

Or is it because the young hidden official with this current posture can't see anything unusual on the surface?

Besides, Qing Tong couldn't help but wonder. It was so dangerous for both sides to change fists just now that this kid could even give up his extra mind and pay attention to all his subtle movements?

Qingtong smiled and said, "The blank world looks too boring. Then I will set up a battlefield as a way to help you liven up."

In the blink of an eye, a city that appeared out of thin air, covering a vast area, perhaps comparable to that of the capital of the largest dynasty in the Central Plains.

The city is lined with jade buildings and jade buildings, and the market is scattered. Outside the city, there are still mountains stretching out and rivers thousands of miles away. There is still a mountain protruding in the plain area, with lonely peaks and clouds forming a belt.

Qingtong stood on the roof of a hall, with one hand on his back and spread his palms with the other, "Chen Ping'an, I will only play incense sticks with you next."

What the implication is that you are preparing to take action seriously and no longer help feeding fists?

Looking at the young man who was so famous but looked pitiful, Qing Tong sneered. If the other party had not had the identity of a hidden official and had the title of a disciple of Wen Sheng, he was a meritorious person who was very caring about the Confucian Temple, and there was also the "Xiao Mo" with him.

Today you can't see my true body, let alone the previous fight that was not fighting back.

If you lose the boxing situation, Chen Ping'an will give up and leave obediently. In the future, both sides will not violate the river and go their own way.

I will not delay your investigation and filling in the gaps in Tongyezhou, but don’t bother me.

Of course, don’t do such a kind of act of acting that can relocate half of the Great Wall of Sword Qi here, and you will hurt the enemy by 1,000 and harm others without benefiting yourself.

Qingtong's momentum changed completely. When her toes were a little bit, the hall under her feet was overwhelmed and instantly turned into dust and dust flew.

After taking the initiative to punch, the bright red robe was blocked with both hands, and the whole person was on the ground in the city, and then he cut a huge gully in the city on his back.

The white-haired old man appeared on the street, walking beside the ravines, strolling in the garden, and still had leisure to ask: "He must have retained the questioning boxing between Cao Ci and you in Gongdelin. How much does it mean to keep it?"

The reason for this question is that Qing Tong deliberately disgusted people or looked down on Chen Ping'an's martial arts realm.

Being able to compare with Cao Ci is a kind of high opinion of itself.

Nowadays, not only Haoran Tianxia believes that, but in fact, except for Feishengcheng, the only one in the world, the other four Tianxias all have this view.

Chen Ping'an jumped out of the gully, and his robe was still spotless.

The next move made Qingtong laugh when he saw it. Chen Ping'an, who fell to the ground after being punched, actually jumped lightly for a few times, as if stretching his muscles and bones.

But Qingtong soon stopped laughing, not because he was afraid of the other party, but because he was angry.

Because Qingtong, who claimed to have several large talismans, saw the bright red robe, first flashed with fire, and then turned into ashes and floated away.

It was the scene where dozens of talismans burned out at the same time.

With the remaining ripples of spiritual energy in the talisman, Qingtong, as a talisman master in the Ascension Realm, quickly deduced the common effect of the two talismans.

To slow down the body, it not only increases the burden on hands and feet, but also uses the body of a monk to defeat the body of a martial artist.

In the final analysis, this guy is deliberately slowing down his punches!

Qingtong has seen those who are so sharp and arrogant, but it is the first time that he has met someone who is so young and dares to be so arrogant.

Are you looking for death?

It seemed that the other party guessed Qing Tong's thoughts. Although he had no words, Qing Tong also guessed the other party's thoughts.

I can't beat my senior, but can you beat me to death just as a martial artist?

I don't think so.

Qingtong nodded. It turns out that he hated these sword cultivators, and there was no reason for him to hate them.

Especially a sword cultivator who practices boxing and martial arts, a young sword cultivator.

Before, Xiao Mo didn't want to stay in place and got in the way, so he swept over a hundred miles, sat down cross-legged, and placed the green bamboo stick horizontally on his knees.

As a Qi training man, Qingtong is not much stronger than a flying state.

Otherwise, if I met myself before, this Qingtong would not have closed the door and thanked the guests, and just drove the people away.

The only thing Xiaomo is more interested in is the so-called "a few big talismans" at the end of Qingtong.

The weight of his own young master's fists and feet is not a fixed number.

The first level is the so-called exchange in the general sense, and there are two types: one is the imminent environment, and the imminent environment divides several imminent environments, and the other is the imminent environment at all.

Then the second level of realm requires the winner to decide the outcome, such as the previous questioning fist with Pushan Huang Yiyun, erasing the half-pound talismans on their hands and feet.

However, the spectators watching the battle were still not in enough realm. On the contrary, Xiao Mo, although he did not appear in the Exiled Immortal Peak, but was only on the side of the Luobao Beach of Qingyi River, Xiao Mo was still careful. In fact, the young master did not erase all the talismans at that time, and left about two or three percent of the talismans to suppress the speed of punching.

It’s just that Chen Ping’an moved too fast, and even Ye Yunyun didn’t really look at it.

Finally, there are two types of current states.

This requires Chen Ping'an's mentality. Is it a matter of whether to determine the outcome of others or life and death?

Chen Ping'an and Cao Ci's question boxing from Gongdelin to the sky curtain of the Confucian Temple was probably the second to last. Although both sides reserved it and had a private agreement between gentlemen, each retained 20% of their strength, under this premise, the question boxing was a real and refreshing effort, and each put his strength into it.

Progressing layer by layer.

Each step has a different scenery.

So today, now and now, Chen Ping'an is the last gesture.

Xiao Mo raised his eyes and looked at him. On the battlefield, the young master punched him, which was still as pleasing to the eye as ever.

Xiao Mo suddenly remembered something, but he didn't know that the Pushan Yuncaotang lineage was both a qi-cultivating man and could take into account martial arts. Whether he had a connection with this sycamore tree, would it be some kind of "breeding and scattering leaves" of this Qingtong?

There was a small path out of thin air in the distance, covered with golden fallen leaves of sycamore, spreading towards Xiaomo like a spiritual snake.

Qingtong was divided into two parts before, but she could not see her true body. The pure martial artist outside the Yang Shen was asking Chen Ping'an about fists. The Yin Shen left her body and traveled far away. Walking on this path, she was a handsome boy, who was as handsome as a beauty, with a tall crown and wide belt, and had a very good appearance.

Wearing a carefully refined robe, he was wearing a real star-shaped moon. On the snow-white robe, there were vague visions of starlight, and a precious moon phase appeared behind him.

When Qingtong's Yin Shen stopped, he was only a short distance from Xiaomo. He twisted his fingers and lit a stick of incense and started counting the timing. Qingtong smiled and reminded: "In two quarters of an hour, if Chen Ping'an can't beat me, he will see him off."

Xiao Mo nodded.

At that time, you will see you off for the young master and I will see you off.

This Qingtong Yin God sat cross-legged, accompanied Xiao Mo to look at the ring, sighed: "It's a great luck to meet again after a long time, and be safe when we meet again."

Whether it is the words or expressions of "younger", there is a sense of old-fashionedness.

But in Xiaomo's opinion, his body was too decay and he had no reason to remember an unknown fellow Taoist I met during a long trip in the past. He looked at the sky by the water, thinking about it with sorrow, the herbs were fresh, and he forgot about the customs when he saw it.

Ten thousand years ago, flowers bloomed, the sky was high and the earth was vast, unrestrained, and the least lacked strange people

A strange thing.

Xiao Mo put away some distracting thoughts and smiled and said, "Of course it's a lucky thing for you."

Qingtong was silent for a moment and said self-deprecatingly: "It's like I'm chatting to the sky all at once."

Because this fellow Taoist Xizhu implies that you have survived by luck until now, and I have been able to survive until today by real skills and by sword skills.

Ten thousand years ago, even the so-called earthly immortals who were the so-called Taoist people had similar realms, their abilities and killing power, were different.

The sword cultivator is a well-deserved first-class Taoist.

In the world at that time, the ancestors of this sycamore tree were still just ordinary, indeed, very ordinary.

The reason is very simple. Just talking about plants and trees. If we discuss their own ancestors, can we count them?

I will only talk about how many mountains, rivers, plants and trees on earth destroyed by that battle of water and fire? Is countless?

Just like Xiao Mo, I once passed by a tree and just took a few glances. This is just because the tree is burned in a fire and does not die. The dead trees are springing and regain their vitality.

If Xiao Mo hadn't been with the young master, fellow Taoist? You'd be kind to me. What kind of friends are you? Both sides are neither friends nor on the same road.

So this long separation reunion ten thousand years later is like a noble family member who is singing and eating in a cauldron, sitting together and chatting with a suddenly wealthy nouveau riche.

Qing Tong shook his head and said, "Isn't it a great fortune that you can become a sword cultivator?"

"Look at the genus of flowers, plants and trees. No matter how lucky we are, even if we succeed in refining our body, which one will become a sword cultivator?"

"At the beginning of the practice, it is not easy to learn. It is the most difficult among spiritual beings. Just refining the body, not to mention the human race, but to say that it is better than you, and Yuan Shou, and others. We are not only twice the result with half the effort. Before we succeed in refining the body, we are unable to move, facing the sudden natural disasters and man-made disasters. Otherwise, we will only talk about the torture that is suffered by the prototype Taoist heart, and you guys who are unique in the path of cultivation will not understand."

"The floods and floods, the fires burn mountains, the disasters of golden swords, the destruction of storms, and many disasters are all in one go. Many of your three or two years of hard work seem to be a certain realm that we can achieve overnight, and are often the height of the great way we cannot obtain in our lifetime."

As a result, Xiao Mo said in the middle of winter, "I understand what this is done."

Qingtong said at the same time that this is the sword cultivator who has never changed his virtue for thousands of years!

Xiao Mo glanced at the incense stick and asked, "Half a god has arrived? Is there such a saying when I go to martial arts today?"

Qingtong smiled and said, "Half of those who travel a hundred miles are ninety."
To be continued...