Chapter 824: God is in the sky, sword light falls straight down

The suspended sword array fell to the ground, smashing the ancestral hall. The ripples of the sword energy scattered in all directions. The entire first-line peak was turbulent, especially at the Stop Sword Pavilion with towering ancient trees. It was stimulated by the sword energy, and the wooden leaves fell one after another and floated around. Go and land leisurely, a large group of direct disciples of Zhengyang Mountain seem to have entered a troubled autumn ahead of schedule, their eyes full of sorrow.

This time, no one thought that the young swordsman from Luo Mountain was talking about some crazy idiot.

Behind Dingjian Pavilion, there is a paulownia 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, the incense burner, and the portraits of the ancestors in the ancestor hall. Everything else was carefully created to be passed down from generation to generation. The chairs, the priceless fairy wood beams, and the floor tiles whose craftsmanship was more exquisite than those in the palace, all seemed to have become passing smoke and dispersed with the dust.

Only Zhu Yufeng Tian Wan and Wu Tijing, a close disciple of the sect leader Zhu Huang, did not attend this meeting outside the door that violated the ancestral tradition and the rules. In addition, even Yu Jiao Feng Yu Ping had already stopped. The sword arrived. After the Bamboo Emperor had previously proposed to remove Yuan Zhenye, he directly said, "I, the Bamboo Emperor, am the eighth mountain master of Zhengyang Mountain, the first sect leader after becoming a sect, and the Jade Pur Realm Sword Xiu’s third identity, agree to this. After that, all you need to do is nod and shake your head. No one needs to speak in today’s discussion." After that, Xia Yuancui from Full Moon Peak was the first to second the proposal, and the leader Yan Chu hesitated for a long time. , Ignoring Qiuling Mountain Tao Yanbo's innermost persuasion, he still nodded in agreement. Those mountains that are closely related to Full Moon Peak and Shuilong Peak, and several sword veins, such as Qiongzhi Peak Lengqi, have no choice, of course. Follow these powerful old masters and draw a clear line between you and the old ape in white.

After Zhuhuang, Xia Yuancui and Yan Chu all expressed their opinions, more than a dozen worshipers and guests from Zhengyang Mountain all nodded. It would be better to give up Yuan Zhenye today than to end up with them in person. If Luo Luo Shan fights and the foundation of the avenue is harmed, who will he ask to compensate? It only said that the hanging sky sword array that was manifested by 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, if Being cut into the skin of the body by those sword lights will only cut through tofu.

If the Bamboo Emperor did not mean this and was willing to win people's hearts earlier, they would not mind adding icing on the cake. It is the duty of the enshrined and guest ministers to help Xianfeng perform a few special skills of the Immortal Family, 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, risking 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 Pian Peak, who all shook their heads and rejected the suggestion of the sect leader Bamboo Emperor.

One of the old Jindan directly scolded the sect leader Bamboo Emperor for his actions. He was a fool who was destroying his family fortune for thousands of years. He had no conscience and no morality at all.This will bring shame to the ancestors of Zhengyang Mountain. They were beaten up the mountain by outsiders. Instead of taking the lead in using the sword to fight back the enemy, they would rather be led by others and abandon a hard-working mountain protector. You, the Bamboo Emperor, don’t even have a sword. How can you be the leader of the mountain if you are not worthy of being a cultivator? So what really needs to be discussed today is not whether Yuan Zhenye’s name in the genealogy should be written off, but whether you, the Bamboo Emperor, can continue to be the leader of the clan...

Zhu The emperor smiled and said: "As I said before, you can just nod and shake your head, no need to speak."

As a result, the old Jindan was directly detained by the sword array immortal, and he reached out to grab it and put it into his sleeve. In the universe.

Liu Xianyang moved his buttocks, changed tables, and continued drinking and eating.

A female Patriarch turned to look at Liu Xianyang, glaring at each other and said: "Liu Xianyang, you and Chen Pingan are just asking for swords. Why go to such trouble, act insidiously, and hide behind the scenes to make friends?" Call friends, you have tried so hard to plot against us in Zhengyang Mountain. If you are really capable, just follow the example of Feng Leiyuan and hit the Yellow River from Bailudu to Jianding. This is what the swordsman does!"

Not only did Liu Xianyang not give tit-for-tat, Instead, the little chicken pecked at the rice, 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 ask Chen Pingan to ask the sword like this."

Quarrels are a common thing in my hometown and small towns, and there are many masters. The younger generation, except those from rich families in Fulu Street and Taoye Lane, such as Zhao Yao and Xie Ling, may be slightly less capable. Point, which one of the others has not been exposed to it since childhood? All the alleys, beside the Suolongjing, under the old locust trees, in the fields of the dragon kiln, door to door and wall partition, are not a martial arts field for sharpening one's words and skills.

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 goes crazy when he gets his ambition."

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 his ancestral home was in Mu Ping Lane, would ask about Jian Qiongzhi Peak and Beijian Peak successively. And Cao Ping, the hunting envoy of Da Li? The ancestors of the two surnames Yuan and Cao came from Lizhu Cave Heaven, and they complemented each other in literature and military skills. They helped the Song family of Dali rise in the north and gain a firm foothold, so as not to be annexed by the Lu family. Finally, they had the great situation of Dali Iron Cavalry Armor today. This is a fact known throughout the continent.

The Bamboo Emperor smiled and said: "Liu Jianxian, please stop joking."

Liu Xianyang's words are of course nonsense, but whoever is not suspicious at this moment, 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. With a heavy stamp of his feet, he settled between the top of the sword and the Jianjian Pavilion. At the same time, he used his natal magical power to move the mountains and stepped on the peaks. He fell to the ground with a crash, and the luck of the mountains and rivers around the mountain stabilized.

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 magical ability to step on mountains and take root with its hands and feet is so domineering that it makes many guests and ministers worry about whether they will follow the Bamboo Emperor to one side, or they may make the wrong bet if they are not careful. ? No matter how the Bamboo Emperor mediates the remedy, at least they will have a real feud with Yuan Zhenye.

The old ape in white put away his Dharma sign behind his back, his aura flowing like a turbulent river, his big sleeves bulging and making a hunting sound, and he said with a ferocious smile: "Shuzi becomes famous, but he will die under a fist!"

Yuan Zhenye stood up from the ground, leaping high into the sky. The mountain beneath his feet trembled. His burly figure turned into a white rainbow, turned in the sky, and went straight towards the mountain gate.

Liu Xianyang stood up, held up his nose, carried a bottle of wine, and came to the edge of Jianding Cliff. He squatted on a white jade railing and drank while watching the battle.

A powerful and powerful punch, like a flying sword, made the sky and the earth bright, creating a lake-like depression where the man in green shirt was standing outside the mountain gate.

Across the Jianjian Pavilion, the direct disciples from the peaks of Zhengyang Mountain were looking forward to it. When they saw Patriarch Yuan delivering this punch, they were all dazzled. There was a young swordsman who clenched his fist tightly. Fists, cheering silently.

Many of the guests attending the ceremony witnessed Yuan Zhenye’s actions for the first time.

He is a good protector of the mountain, and his reputation is indeed well-deserved. Yuan Zhenye’s punch is so powerful and heavy that it can clearly kill the Nascent Soul cultivator.

Perhaps those warriors with strong physiques from the Far Traveling Realm would be dismembered on the spot after receiving this punch, their flesh and blood shattered.

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. He turned his head and glanced at the long sword inserted in the plaque of the archway. After retracting his gaze, he stared at the young man who had relied on luck to get to where he is today step by step. The Sword Immortal in the shirt asked, "Do I need to keep your whole body? Otherwise, you guys like the losers in Luolu 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, but just looked at the white-clothed man. The old ape hooked his fingers, then turned 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 ground shook dullly, and the mountain roots deep underground in the first line of peaks all had a shaking aftertaste, causing the spiritual energy of the surrounding world to ripple. If the confrontation between the two sides was like a picture, Landscape painting, then all the displaysAt this moment, the spectators on the mountain who are looking at the mountains and rivers will find that the mountains and rivers here are shaking for a while. The old ape in white clothes disappeared in a flash, and the next moment, the old ape in green clothes was violently swept by a punch, hitting the neck, and instantly moved dozens of feet away.

Chen Ping'an shook his wrist slightly, stopped for a moment, shook his neck, and smiled, as if to say that I want you to try it, don't hold back, why are you being polite to me?

Even if the sword cultivator is uniquely endowed, he can temper the flying sword and at the same time warm his soul and body. He can refine the sword and temper the body at the same time, getting twice the result with half the effort. This is why the sword cultivator headed by the four difficult ghosts on the mountain can , can defeat all kinds of magic with one sword, and has a body comparable to military monks and pure warriors, 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 Immortal, can you really build a small world like a human body into a city, so indestructible?

Until this moment, those observing monks who knew the identity of "Zheng Qian" began to believe that she might really be the founding disciple of this young mountain master.

And the old ape in white is really like a master on the mountain. Every time he punches, he does not take advantage of the victory and pursues it. He just stops after punching, as if he is deliberately giving the man in green a break. A break to catch your 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 always made Aquarius Island famous for his boxing and kicking skills.

The old ape in white had a gloomy expression on his face, "You son of a bitch, are you really not going to fight back?!"

The man in green shirt, who had never carried a sword, 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 a whale swallowing the spiritual energy of the world. It should have been natural. The conflicting spiritual energy and pure true energy actually got along harmoniously, and all turned into a powerful fist intention. Not only that, after the fist frame was opened wide, the fist intention behind him was like the monk's enlightenment in the mountains, condensing into mountains, with fists under his feet. It is like the turbulent flow of a river, which is similar to the steps and steps of the Taoist disciples, 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 handing over the fist, the old ape in white was like an ancient immortal holding a huge mountain and stepping on a river.

Tempering and moving mountains belong to the magical power, and the melting and casting fist means mountains and rivers are a furnace.

Chen Ping'an glanced at the half-baked true-form picture. It seemed that the mountain protector had not been idle in these years, and he had figured out some new tricks by it.

There was a mountain spectator at Qingwu Peak who was full of admiration, "Such a boxing technique can be said to be the pinnacle of excellence, beyond the reach of Mrs. Wu."

Pei Qian squinted at the man and almost couldn't hold back, and dealt with him. Like Guardian Zuo of Qilongxiang, she held down the opponent's head and made him look at her with wide eyes. When her master made a move, what was the real boxing technique?

Everyone saw the burly old ape, with the aura of unparalleled power, punching the young swordsman in the head.

The old ape in white stood in the original position of the green shirt in an instant.

But the young mountain master still didn't fight back and let the punch hit his forehead.

Is it because Lao Yuan is doomed to avoid him with this punch?

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, at the foot of Full Moon Peak, strong winds were blowing, sweeping across the peak, and there were countless immortal trees. All of them were broken, and some of the Xian family mansions that had affected Chiyu were like pieces of paper, smashed into pieces 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 up his powerful and domineering fist. Countless rocks collapsed on the road, and finally stepped on more cliffs, causing A large piece of the book cliff at the back of Full Moon Peak collapsed. The burly figure turned into a rainbow and flew away. He raised a fist and hit the little bitch who had really made up his mind not to fight back. He hit the opponent with lightning speed and fell to Qiu. Lingshan is located at a summer lake halfway up the mountain.

The man in green shirt who received this heavy punch retreated very quickly, but when he was approaching the water, his figure suddenly hovered, and his toes tapped on the lake surface, causing a circle of spreading ripples.

The green shirt is swaying, and the immortal is standing on the water.

The entire lake under his feet exploded on the spot. The boiling water was rolling, setting off huge waves, and water mist rising. Many monks who were watching the battle from a distance in the nearby waterside pavilion were immediately drowned.

This thrilling scene made Xia Yuancui’s eyelids tremble. You two are such idiots. Just fight, and fight somewhere else. Don’t ruin the geomantic omen of my hilltop!

The old ape in white punched his head.

I heard that your boy has liked to pray to gods and worship Buddha since he was a child, so you should sacrifice your life and marry a water descendant!

Chen Pingan just stretched out his palm to block the punch casually.

A sword fairy in green clothes and an old ape in white clothes, both of them were falling, the cooling lake was completely empty, they landed on the shore and rushed in all directions

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He left and went down the mountain along Full Moon Peak.

The mountain climbing 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. They had to use their own methods to resist the huge waves that hit the shore and rose into the sky. The most troublesome part was that the fist intention was contained in it. Together with the lake water, it blocked the sky and the sun, and was so unstoppable that many monks' spells were shattered to pieces, and their natal objects were shaken like pieces of duckweed. Their Taoist hearts were unstable, and they quickly put them away as soon as they were offered.

Fighting between gods and goddesses, the common people suffer disaster. How are all the Qi practitioners who are not immortals under the mountain 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. With this Taoist fist intention , if there is still some truth to be said, but the young swordsman from Luoluo Mountain who was born out of nowhere was about the same age as Liu Xianyang, how could he have such a spiritual background?

The ten young people and candidates selected by Aquarius Island, 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 what Rise, after all, there are traces to follow.

Not only was the water in Xiaoshu Lake empty, but the mud at the bottom of the lake was spread out, and the bluestones at the base of Manyuefeng Mountain were exposed underwater.

The truth will come to light, but 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 crackling, and there was like an extra spider web on the bottom of the summer lake. Chen Pingan raised his hand and used water magic. The water re-entered the lake.

The old ape in white stood on the shore, his expression as usual.

After a few 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 some broken stones, but your Qiuling Mountain is a good summer lake, but it suffered this disaster. "It's not easy to repair."

Yan Chu said: "Yanbo, half of the stick of incense has passed, haven't you made a decision yet? In fact, the overall situation has been decided, Qiu Lingshan doesn't care. Shaking your head can't change anything."

The implication of this master's words is naturally good intentions, reminding Tao Caishen, who is of the same generation, to retain a hero for Qiuling Mountain. Spirituality is better heard when it is spread out. Crossing the river and demolishing the bridge is the meaning of the Bamboo Emperor and the first line of peaks. However, Qiuling Mountain is not the same. It has a strong character and has the opportunity to impress all the outsiders who stay on the peaks to watch the ceremony.

For Yan Chu, Tao Yanbo's Qiuling Mountain would be better off just pretending to be a fat man and managing all the money running in Zhengyang Mountain, which is better than him, the master of the law who was born in Shuilong Peak. , in fact, it has more real power. If Shuilong Peak and Qiuling Mountain can exchange places from now on?

The Bamboo Emperor looked displeased and said in a deep voice: "Now that the matter has come to an end, let's not make any small calculations."

As was said before, asking for a sword with just a stick of incense.

That Chen Pingan was just making random nonsense, but it was the approximate time limit for the Sword Top Immortal next to the Bamboo Emperor to maintain his current state.

Is this guy the roundworm in Zhengyang Mountain’s belly? Why does he know everything clearly?

So what the Bamboo Emperor is really afraid of in his heart is not the sword fairy or the mountain master, but the thought of hiding needles in everything.

In the Cooling Lake, after Chen Ping'an used magic to scoop water into the lake, the water level was shallow and clear to the bottom.

Chen Pingan finally saidThen he asked with a smile: "Back then, I was tied up in a small town. It was understandable. Why are you still so bitchy in your own territory? Are you afraid of beating me to death?"

Because Yuan Zhenye is still a human being after all. Qi Practitioner, so in the old Li Zhu Cave Heaven, the higher the realm, the more suppression, and was overwhelmed by the great road everywhere. Even every breath and exhalation would be involved in the flow of Qi in a small cave sky. A little bit If he is not careful, Yuan Zhenye will waste a lot of his Tao Xing, and ultimately delay the breakthrough. With Yuan Zhenye's status, he naturally knows that the thousand-year-old dragon in Huangting Kingdom has a long history, and even the dragon-born water-born who devotes himself to cultivating Taoism in the Qiantang River Fengshui Cave in the southeastern boundary has the same chance to become the first in Aquarius Continent. The mountain spirits in Yupu Realm.

It is estimated that this guardian of the mountain had already regarded the upper five realms as a treasure at that time, and had made up his mind to compete for the "number one" in order to gather the luck of the Yizhou Dao in his body, so at most It was at the Kiln Supervisory Office that I met Song Changjing, the feudal lord in a white dragon fish suit. My hands were itchy for a moment, so I couldn't help but exchange fists with him, thinking of using my fists and feet to help hone my Taoism. It was like a hundred-foot pole. Head further.

Yuan Zhenye said with a ferocious smile: "I have seen people seeking death, but I have never seen you seeking death so wholeheartedly. Grandpa Yuan will satisfy you today!"

The old ape in white His face showed a bit of his true ape-like appearance, and the hair on his head and face instantly sprouted, like countless silver threads flying.

The old ape's body was long, and he hit the green-shirted ribs with one leg, kicking him out of Qiuling Mountain and flying towards a nearby Qiongzhi Peak.

With one kick, the energy chaos was like thunder shattering in 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 turned to powder, the mansion exploded, and even the clouds and mists outside Qiuling Mountain tilted, as if being dragged toward Qiongzhi Peak.

From the beginning to the end, the green-robed sword fairy, who kept his promise never to fight back, stepped on the ridge of a fairy mansion, the top of an ancient tree branch and the top of a pole of green bamboo with his toes, and then stopped.

The second seat of Luoluo 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 that white rainbow figure, which was unstoppable among the green clumps, tearing the world apart with its fist. As for the green shirt, there was even less trace.

The next moment, a green arc swept out of Qiongzhi Peak. The extremely long arc just bypassed a cloud-popping peak, and then passed by a vassal hilltop. The old ape in white shrank on the mountain and river, and suddenly appeared Revealing his true form, the huge palm swept out, directly breaking the entire green mountain top. The mountain was like a flying sword, and it hit the man in green shirt. The latter waved his sleeve casually, and the top of the mountain collapsed on the spot and smashed into pieces in the air, with rocks flying. The sword fell like rain, and the cyan figure took advantage of the momentum to fly towards Yujiao Peak, which was more than ten miles away. The old ape followed in stride, leaning against the rain with one shoulder.The top of the foot peak was hit so hard that the top of the mountain cracked open again, 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, then raised his toes, trampled the roots of a small hill on the ground, and lifted the whole thing into the air, where it was connected with the top of Yujiao Peak. , one after another, smashed at the blue-shirted swordsman at the same time.

The ferocious old ape who moved mountains uprooted two more small peaks of the vassal clan, held 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 put his fingers together to make a sword slash, splitting the top of Yujiao Peak in the center. He waved his left hand and smashed the top of the mountain back to its original position intact. Then he tapped his fingers twice, and it turned out that Directly fix the two vassal hills in the sky.

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 said with a smile: "It's okay, the old beast didn't have enough food today, so his punches are weak. If you keep a little distance, throwing the mountain randomly will make catkins fluttering, and it's far worse than us throwing millet grains." The melon seeds come with great strength."

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 eyebrows were light and her eyes were narrowed. Great joy.

How can she be so powerful? Damn it, 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: "You don't even need to take action today, your reputation has already spread far and wide."

Xiaomi Li laughed and said: "False fame, all false fame."

Chen Pingan said to Pei Qian from the bottom of his heart: "Keep an eye on the Yixian Peak. If anyone dares to take the lead, fight back."

Pei Qian nodded, "I understand. ."

Chen Pingan 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 up mountains and rivers, there was really no momentum at all.

Wearing a green shirt, he passed over the two hills that seemed to have been subjected to a body-holding technique, dragged him up the mountain, and faced off against the old ape with his feet on the mountains.

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 on the first line of peak. I remember the first time I saw her on Fulu Street, I knew she had been a top girl since she was a child. Smart man, but if you continue to dominate the world like this, Patriarch Yuan, how can she fight for you? Three punches, the last three punches, Patriarch Yuan carefully considered whether to continue to let laymen watch, or let the experts watch. I'm free to look at the doorway."

After saying this, he dragged the two mountains and threw them into two places, serving as the top of the mountain of Poyunfeng Fan and the top of Yujiaofeng.

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 caused a strong mountain wind to blow up.Among the several peaks, strong winds blew, winds and clouds surged, destroying cliffs and breaking trees. Yuan Zhenye, standing on the top of the mountain, looked around, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers crawling at his feet. In his field of vision, only that green shirt was an eyesore. .

As the bitch from Mud Bottle Alley said, he could probably still throw out three punches.

Yuan Zhenye’s body, Taoism, fist and mind are blended together, as if he has practiced Taoism for thousands of years as heaven, and the fist and mind accumulated and polished for thousands of years are as earth. Finally, the mysterious realm of heaven and earth is reached.

At the highest point of his life, the first punch he delivered was an injury in exchange for a life, which was equivalent to a punch at the peak of Zijing Wufu's boxing intention.

The little mud-legged ones should crawl around in the mud all their lives. 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 to pieces and fall to the earth. You will only be worse than the one whose bones were exposed to the sun by Li Tuanjing. The female cultivator from Full Moon Peak in Fengleiyuan Square met an even worse end.

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 from all the peaks, including the guest ministers, totaled nearly half a hundred people, and only a handful of seven or eight Zhengyang Mountain sword cultivators shook their heads.

Everyone else nodded and agreed to the Bamboo Emperor's proposal.

According to the rules of the Ancestral Master Hall, 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 the price we pay for Zhengyang Mountain, I can guarantee that you will get out of Zhengyang Mountain alive today, and then I will ask you to leave Aquarius Continent."

The Bamboo Emperor spoke to the green-robed Sword Immortal at the same time: "Master Chen, as long as you leave. Yuan Zhenye will go to sea in the future and try to travel to other continents. I will personally take Xia Yuancui and Yan Chu to cooperate with you in Luolu Mountain to kill this beast!"

Chen Pingzongruo ignored this and just narrowed his eyes with a smile. Reject, do not agree.

Yuan Zhenye was equally indifferent. The old ape in white turned his head and glanced at the top of the sword. He had the face of an old ape without any 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, is actually confident and has a back-up plan to reverse the situation.

What the old ape in white saw in his eyes and thought in his heart 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 wiping the ground.

Yuan Zhenye crushed the entire mountain top with one foot, and with a powerful momentum, he attacked the green shirt hanging high above.

With perfect fist intention, it seems to be higher than the mountains.

After a punch is delivered, it is like a thunder pool cracking and then shooting out.

Almost everyone subconsciously looked up and saw that the man in green shirt was instantly beaten by that punch.disappeared without a trace.

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 fell. Suddenly he climbed up, shouted angrily, and threw a second punch towards the sky curtain.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in the sky, there are only continuous bursts of thunder, and there is no blue shirt.

The thunder sounded as if it was very close to the 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 and protect their Taoist hearts.

The Earthly Immortal monks who stayed in the peaks to watch the ceremony used their 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 put his hands behind his back, the bones and flesh of his fists had melted away, his eardrums were broken, his hair was disheveled, and the snow-white hair on his temples was stained by the blood flowing from the ear holes and stuck together.

Beside the Sword Pavilion on the first line of peak, there was a young female swordsman who screamed, "Grandpa Yuan, let me help you!"

There was a beautiful woman in purple clothes. The son seemed to have no regard for life and death, but he was all alone, and wanted to use his sword to reach the sky.

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 through the wind, reached out and grabbed her neck, and pulled her away from the sword. Then he pulled it violently and threw it back to the Tianjian Pavilion square. He was thrown to pieces. The embarrassed Tao Zi was about to return the sword to its sheath, but the female martial artist reached out to hold the edge of the sword, twisted it gently, and broke it into pieces. The two long swords were casually nailed into the ground beside Tao Zi.

This time the monks who were watching the ceremony were wiser and no longer picked up sesame seeds and threw watermelons. They glanced at the movement at the Pavilion and then continued to look up to the heights with the old ape in white.

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The man received two punches and still did not fight back.

This is not dead?

The answer is obvious. Not only was the guy not dead, he was safe and sound.

At the canopy, a man wearing a green shirt seemed to be strolling 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 bones left behind, he raised his head and roared: “Who the hell are you?!”

It definitely didn’t believe this. The guest in green shirt who descended from the sky will be the mud-legged bitch who only knew how to shake his arms!

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The kiln workers of Mu Ping Lane back then and the owners of Luo Luo Mountain today are not all named Chen Ping'an, otherwise who else could they be?"

Chen Pingan 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 againRotation is 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 a person. The sun and the moon hang together, and the Milky Way hangs in the sky. Following the rules, the sky circulates.

After this, there are pictures of mountains and rivers, Aquarius Island, Tongye Island, Beiju Luzhou, looming, painted or drawn, and the dotted landscape gods, walking around in the picture. In a flash, there is still an upside-down mountain that has traveled far away 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 is swordsmanship. But it can be regarded as the fist method created by Mr., it can be used for boxing and sword, no need to separate the martial arts. It has been the best in the world for thousands of years."

Cui Dongshan waved his snow-white sleeves, "It's mine. Sir, it’s not worth making a fuss about.”

How else 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. The master can teach him boxing, but he cannot teach him boxing.

The demon who transformed into an alien creature under the guise of Shirou's skin couldn't help but repeat his old trick, shouting loudly, "Yinguan Ancestor's martial arts are unparalleled, his swordsmanship is invincible, damn Bai Yujing is really invincible, Taoist Master" The second will be your second in thousands of years...

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 I always felt It's not fun enough, after all, even the Yinguan Ancestor couldn't hear what he said from the bottom of his heart.

Xiangyue looked at the bright moon for a while, held his breath and looked at it carefully, and finally sighed. Although the guy returned to the blacksmith shop after returning to his hometown, he probably returned it for Liu Xianyang's sake. He has obtained half of the moon soul essence, but this young hidden official has dark intentions and tricks. What kind of brain does a scholar have? Could it be that when I returned to the small town, I had to go to school for a few days?

Xiangyue 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 on the Sword Qi Great Wall."

Wei Jin said: "Yuan Zhenye is going to use his trump card."< /p>

Yu Huiting asked curiously: "Uncle Wei, what do you say?"

Wei Jin remained silent, didn't he think about it? Even if you can't think of the truth, you can just wait for another moment and a half, and you will 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 person guarding the mountain to worship him will be more fierce and domineering with his next punch, thinking of changing his life?"

Wei Jin didn't even bother to turn his head to look at her. It was rare for him to show off to the elders of his master's sect.He 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. When you return to Fengxue Temple, you will work more on cultivating your mind."

What he meant was to remind her that practicing in the mountains requires more use of her brain.

Yu Huiting didn't think much about it. She just thought that Uncle Wei, the most unkind person in Shenxian Terrace, cared about people for the first time, and 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 appeared the huge true body of the mountain-moving genus, with a pair of pale golden eyes fixed on the former ant high up.

It has long tempered rivers of luck, flowing in the muscles and blood vessels that serve 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 Pingan also had a pair of golden eyes, but they were far richer and more refined than Yuan Zhenye. He sneered: "Why, you have to say that I am Zhu Yan so that you can recognize your ancestors." Zong?"

Yuan Zhenye said sternly: "The bastard continues to laugh, and after one punch, we will both be destroyed! Remember to find a good place to be reincarnated in the next life..."

Chen Ping'an hooked up. Fingers, come on, please beat me to death.

Half the incense has passed, 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 is also helpless. Who should he choose to compete with in terms of luck consumption and avenue suppression, but not with our young mountain master who is targeted everywhere by Haoran and Manhuang.

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 pressure 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." Mr. Jiang Shangzhen nodded and said: "It's amazing." When Chen Pingan actually does it, it is 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 Luoluoshanzhu Tower, there is no longer a mirror of Zhengyang Mountain, but it doesn’t matter, there are still Chief Zhou’s methods.

Including Cao Qinglang, everyone held a handful of melon seeds, all of which were millet grains left behind before going down the mountain. I would like to ask Sister Nuanshu 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, so why bother?

Wei Bo seemed to feel that something was wrong with what he said, and laughed at himself: "This habit must be changed."

Previously, he visited Hongzhu Town, which borders Sanjiang. In the shop selling books, the water god Li Jin would joke and say that he was the tiger of Aquarius Island and the mountain god of Jise Peak.

Wei Bo thinks it makes sense. Li Shuishen’s words are very interesting. Who is the official superior and who is the subordinate in the jurisdiction? So I took dozens of books from the bookstore for free.

On the table, there is a little incense man from the Zhouchenghuang Temple who happened to be in Luolu Mountain Dianmao 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, hurriedly crouched behind the "hill", as long as I couldn't see Wei Yeyou, Wei Yeyou can't see me anymore.

In the private mountains and rivers within a thousand miles of Zhengyang Mountain, when Yuan Zhenye showed his true form, everyone, even the common people, looked up and saw the huge figure of the mountain protector.

As for the monks who were watching the ceremony, they really couldn’t understand how the green-shirted swordsman from Luolu Mountain could withstand punch after punch from this old ape.

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In any case, without Qiuling Mountain to fight over the issue of becoming the sect leader, 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 Dumb and speechless, how should I deal with my Qiuling Mountain 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 punch high above his head with the highest level of life-level Taoism and the pinnacle of fist power.

Before the old ape punched, he laughed loudly, "If you die, you will die. Don't let me beg for mercy from a bastard like you."

Winning or losing, half a stick of incense Inside, how could Yuan Zhenye, who kept punching, really not know what he was thinking.

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 spreading. pass by.

The arm that the old ape punched was like a mountain avalanche, all shattered, and the heavy rain splashed wantonly.

The old ape still maintains his indomitable posture of handing out fists in the air, but the small world for several miles around the green shirt is still full of sun, moon and stars, orderly and flowing.The cycle continues.

The old ape, who had lost one arm, had his shoulders tilted slightly, just touching the edge of the small world. Where the avenues collided, stars splashed everywhere, and fire rained all over the sky, which was extremely gorgeous.

Chen Pingan said: "Then change me."

The vision of heaven and earth suddenly converged, and the martial artist of the ten realms returned to the true level. His boxing skills were sword skills, just like a scene ten thousand years ago. Swordsmanship falls to the world.

A huge whirlpool appeared in 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 true body on the head. Yuan Zhenye fell directly to the ground of Zhengyang Mountain, with his head on the ground, just hitting 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, making Yuan Zhenye The page door instantly drooped and had to cling to the sword peak on its back.

Chen Pingan 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 I probed my arm with my left hand, and saw the long sword on the archway of Fengshan Gate at night, turning into a rainbow. A man in green shirt holding a long sword, dragged the sword away, and slowly placed it on the neck of the old ape. Walking slowly, the light of the sword passed by gently.

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 green shirt on the top of the mountain. A pair of eyes are gradually blurring. I don’t know if they are unwilling to rest in peace, or if they still have unfulfilled wishes, no matter what. I wish to close it.

Chen Pingan nodded towards it.

For some reason, Yuan Zhenye seemed to understand the meaning of the former boy from Mud Bottle Lane. He nodded slightly and finally closed his eyes. He made the same choice as the ghostly nun Situ Wenying from Full Moon Peak. I chose to leave behind the remaining Tao charm and luck of the Jade Pure Realm and give them to Zhengyang Mountain.

The old ape who could have chosen to blow up the Golden Elixir and Nascent Soul had only one last thought before his death, as if he was talking 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 say... He asked in his heart, "Who is the person who killed me?"

Chen Pingan did not answer, but waved his sleeves to disperse his soul.

The night journey is sheathed and carried behind the back.

Lifting one foot, he stepped heavily on the ground, causing the entire mountaintop to split into pieces.

No more in the worldThe immortal carries the sword on his back, only the green shirt carries the sword far away from the tourists.

On the road, if you hold a candle and travel at night, you are not afraid of encountering ghosts. People are afraid of ghosts.

Except for the people watching the ceremony in Luolu Mountain.

All the sword immortals 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 blue-shirted swordsman from Luolu Mountain standing next to everyone at this moment.

Wearing a green shirt, Yu Feng came to the top of the sword where he had lost an ancestral hall.

As the head of a sect in Zhengyang Mountain, the Bamboo Emperor immediately clasped his fists and saluted: "The Bamboo Emperor of Zhengyang Mountain, pay homage to Master Chen."

Liu Xianyang rolled his eyes and said with Chen Ping'an looked at each other, and Liu Xianyang took the lead to leave in the wind. He looked around and saw the round-faced girl standing in the reeds, and immediately rushed to Bailudu.

Chen Pingan looked around without saying anything, and followed Liu Xianyang to leave with the wind. During this period, he turned to Bailudu and smiled brightly, then came to the boy in white and the little girl in black, and rubbed them Xiaomi Li's head chuckled: "Go home."

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