Chapter 824： God and man are in the sky, sword light falls straight down

The suspended sword formation fell to the ground, smashing the Patriarch Hall, the sword gas ripples everywhere, the whole line of peaks, the wind was surging, especially the towering ancient tree on the side of the sword pavilion, was excited by the sword gas, the leaves fell one after another, drifting around, leisurely When they landed, a large group of Zhengyang Mountain’s direct disciples seemed to have entered an eventful autumn in advance, and their eyes were full of worry.

This time, no one thought that the young sword immortal of the Lost Mountain was talking about a crazy dream.

Behind the Tingjian Pavilion, there is a paulownia tree planted by the founder of Zhengyang Mountain. It has grown unharmed for more than two thousand years, and it grows into the clouds. Therefore, there are many fallen leaves today.

On the top of the sword, the Sovereign Lord Bamboo and the Immortal Sword Formation only protected the divine master tablet, the incense burner, the hanging statues of the ancestors and masters in the Patriarch Hall, and everything else, carefully crafted seats that have been passed down from generation to generation, each root is worthless. The immortal wood beams and the floor tiles with more refined craftsmanship than the imperial palace, seem to have become misty and scattered with the dust.

Only Zhuyu Mineta and Wu Tijing, the closed disciple of Suzerain Zhuhuang, were the only people in this out-of-door discussion that violated ancestral rules and regulations. The two of them were not present. In addition, even Yujiaofeng Yulin had already arrived with the imperial sword. After proposing to remove Yuan Zhenye from his name, he immediately followed the sentence, "I, Emperor Bamboo, as the eighth mountain lord of Zhengyang Mountain, the first suzerain behind the sect, and the triple identity of the sword repairman in the Yupu realm, agreed to this. Matter. After that, you only need to nod and shake your head, and no one needs words for today's discussion."

After that, Full Moon Peak Xia Yuancui took the lead in seconding the agreement. Zhang Li Yanchu hesitated for a long time, and ignored Qiu Lingshan Tao Yanbo’s persuasion. He nodded in agreement with the mountains close to Full Moon Peak and Shuilong Peak, and several sword veins, such as Qiong. Zhifeng Lengqi has no choice but to follow these high-powered ancestors to draw a clear line with the white-clothed old ape.

The dozens of worshippers and Keqing of Zhengyang Mountain nodded after Zhuhuang, Xia Yuancui, and Yan Chu all expressed their opinions. Today, they gave up a page of Yuan Zhenye. It is better for them to go off the court in person and fight against that Luopo Mountain. And the avenue, who will be compensated? Just to say that the previous Hanging Sword Formation that was manifested by a golden light on the avenue was really too energetic. Only the reflection of the sword light falling on the mountain made them look like a glow. Everyone weighed it separately. Being cut into the skin of the body by those swords, it will only be like a knife cut tofu.

If the Emperor Bamboo didn’t mean it, and they were willing to gather people’s hearts earlier, they actually didn’t mind the icing on the cake, the responsibilities of enshrinement, and the responsibilities of the guest, and helped the frontline peaks offer a few celestial skills of housekeeping skills, but since the Emperor Bamboo has such an attitude , No one is so stunned, and will not be arrogant, fighting for his own life and future prospects, and going to help Zhengyang Mountain in the snow.

On the contrary, it was the old peaks including Yunfeng and Pianjifeng. These peak master Jianxian all shook their heads and rejected the suggestion of the sovereign Zhuhuang.

One of them, the old Jin Dan, directly cursed the suzerain Emperor Zhu Huang for this act, which is a self-defeating family business, ignorant of conscience and no morality at all. It will only make the ancestors of Zhengyang Mountain shame for this and be humiliated by outsiders. Instead of taking the lead to retreat with the sword, you would rather be led by the nose and abandon a hard-working mountain protector. You bamboo emperor is not worthy of a sword repairer. How can you be the mountain lord? What needs to be discussed is not whether Yuan Zhenye’s genealogical name should be erased, but whether your Emperor Bamboo can continue to be the sovereign...

The Emperor Bamboo smiled and said, "As I said earlier, you can just nod and shake your head without speaking."

As a result, Lao Jin Dan was directly detained by the sword formation immortal, stretched out his hand to grab it, and put it in his sleeve.

Liu Xianyang moved his hips, changed a table, and continued to drink and eat melons.

A female patriarch turned her head to look at Liu Xianyang, glaringly at each other and said: "Liu Xianyang, you and Chen Ping’an ask the sword when you ask about the sword, why bother so much, behave insidiously, hide behind the scenes, call your friends, and try your best. We at Zhengyang Mountain are really capable, so we learned from Fengleiyuan Yellow River and hit the top of the sword from Bailudu all the way to the top of the sword. This is what the sword fairy can do!"

Instead of tit-for-tat, Liu Xianyang pecked at the rice and nodded vigorously. "Yes, this old aunt, you are old and you are right. If there is a chance next time, I will definitely pull Chen Pingan. Ask Jian like that."

In quarreling things like this, there are dragons and crouching tigers in my home town, masters are like clouds, the younger generation, except for the rich children in Fulu Street and Taoye Lane, such as Zhao You and Xie Ling, they may be a little bit inferior, and the others are not since childhood. Just ears and eyes, all the alleys, next to the Longjing Well, under the old locust trees, between the ridges of the Longyao fields, and the wall between the door and the door, where is not the martial arts field for sharpening your mouth.

The female patriarch, who wore a golden silk crown and emerald green robe, was really trembling with anger by Liu Xianyang's generous words.

The white-clothed old ape took a step forward and said with a calm expression: "There is still half a stick of incense, you continue to talk. I will go to see the muddy legs that are so ambitious for a while."

Liu Xianyang raised the wine glass with one hand and thumbs up with the other, "Lao Zu Yuan is invincible. He once changed his fist and Song Changjing, kicked Piyun Mountain, and smashed countless ancestral homes of each family. The Cao family’s ancestral home in Mud Bottle Lane, Erlang Lane The Yuan family, the Li family in the far west, and the Xie family in Taoye Lane, are all invincible. Who would dare to settle accounts with the ancestor who moved to the mountain, Qiuhou? Now that they have broken the border, dealing with Chen Ping'an is not easy."

The ancestors of the peaks of Zhengyang Mountain, as well as a group of worshippers, are all horrified.

How many powers did this guardian enshrined when he traveled to the sky of Lizhu Cave? It is no wonder that Cao Jun, who claims to be from Ni Ping Alley, will ask Jian Qiongzhifeng and Bei Jianfeng one after another. And that Dali patrolling envoy Cao Ping? The two ancestors of Yuan and Cao came from the sky of Lizhu Cave. They complemented each other by helping the Song family of Dali rise in the north and gain a firm foothold so as not to be annexed by the Lu dynasty. In the end, they have the awe-inspiring vision of today’s Dali iron cavalry. This is a fact known to all continents.

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

These few words of Liu Xianyang are of course nonsense, but at this moment, who is not suspicious, and a few words are tantamount to adding fuel to the fire and making things worse. Zhengyang Mountain cannot withstand such a toss.

Behind the guardian mountain enshrining Yuan Zhenye, an old ape figure appeared, stomping heavily, setting foot between the top of the sword and the Dingjian Pavilion, and at the same time running the magical powers of moving the mountain together, stepping down the first line of peaks and crashing to the ground. The surrounding mountains, waters, and air luck will then be firmly integrated.

The little humble species in Ni Ping Alley dared to cut open the Zu Mountain, and then raised a line of peaks with a sword, causing the Zu Mountain to be several feet high from the ground.

This magical power of stepping on the mountains to take root, shaking so much that it can be called domineering, making many Keqing worship capitals feel worried, will they fall to one side with the bamboo emperor, and if they are not careful, they will make the wrong bet? When the time comes, no matter how the Emperor Bamboo mediates to remedy it, at least they will have to fight against Yuan Zhenye.

The white-clothed old ape put away his face behind his back, his breath flowing like a river, his big sleeve drum was hunting and hunting, and he grinned and said: "Zhuzi is famous, he will die with his fist!"

Yuan Zhenye stood up from the ground, leaped high, and the mountain trembled at his feet, his burly figure turned into a white rainbow, turning at high altitude, straight ahead, and hit the mountain gate.

Liu Xianyang stood up, helped his nose, carrying a pot of wine, came to Jianding Cliff, squatted on a white jade railing, drinking and watching the battle.

A thick and unmatched boxing gang like a fairy sword flying sword, making the sky and the earth shine, and the place where the blue shirt stood outside the mountain gate, has punched a lake-like depression.

At the Tingjian Pavilion, the disciples of Zhengyang Mountain's descendant peaks were eagerly looking forward. After seeing the fist of Yuan Laozu, all of them were dazzled and shaken. Young sword repairers clenched their fists and cheered silently.

Many guests watching the ceremony saw Yuan Zhenye's shot for the first time.

It is indeed a well-deserved name for a mountain guardian. Yuan Zhenye's fist is so powerful that it can clearly kill the Yuanying monk.

Maybe those tough-looking far-flung martial arts fighters would have to split their corpses on the spot after receiving this punch.

But on the waterless "lake" outside the mountain gate, a blue shirt remained motionless, suspended in the air, with a smile on his face. After holding one hand, he gently waved the other to disperse the surrounding dust.

The white-clothed old ape landed 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 sword fairy in Qingshan who had walked step by step by luck to today, and asked: "Do you need to keep your corpse? Otherwise, you can't stop the **** like Luoposhan, and it will be difficult to collect the corpse afterwards."

Chen Pingan didn't have any words, but he hooked his fingers at the old ape in white clothes enough, then turned his head slightly, put his fingers together, tapped his neck, and signaled Yuan Zhenye to hit here.

Yuan Zhenye's eyes squinted, his feet slammed, and the earth was dull and swaying. The roots of the mountain peaks in the depths of the first line had a shaking aftertaste, causing the surrounding heaven and earth to ripple and shake. If the confrontation between the two sides is a landscape painting, then all show their palms. Visitors on the mountain watching the mountains and rivers, at this moment, will find that the scrolls of the mountains and rivers here are shaking for a while. The white-clothed old ape's figure disappeared in a flash, and the next moment, a blue shirt was swept fiercely with a punch, hit the neck, and instantly moved out dozens of feet.

Chen Ping'an shook his wrist slightly, his figure stopped instantly, shook his neck, his eyes were full of smiles, as if he was saying that you should try it, don't keep your hands away, what are you polite to me?

Even if the sword repairer is uniquely endowed, while he can temper the flying sword, he will in turn warm his soul and soul, and he will not miss the sword and temper the body, and get twice the result with half the effort. This makes the sword repair headed by the four most difficult ghosts on the mountain can break ten thousand with one sword. Fa, and has a body comparable to military monks and pure martial arts, but even the Qingshan sword fairy from the Luopo Mountain and his friend Liu Xianyang are already in the Jade Ungarden Realm, but a Jade Ungarden Sword Fairy can really create a small world. As a city, so indestructible?

Until this moment, those monks who knew the identity of "Zheng Qian" were a little convinced that she might really be the great disciple of this young mountain master.

And the white-clothed old apewei is really the wind of the mountain master, every time he punches, he does not take advantage of the victory, and stops after passing the punch, as if deliberately giving the green shirt guest a relaxing and breathing space.

This enshrined spirit-bearing guardian of the Upper Five Realms, although he is an undoubted monk, he has always used his fist and kung fu to move Aquarius.

The old ape in white has a gloomy face, "Do you really want to fight back?!"

The blue shirt, who had never carried the sword at the moment, remained silent.

Yuan Zhenye sneered, opened a simple boxing frame, bent his knees slightly, and bowed his head slightly, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back. Together with the boxing frame, there was a vision of swallowing heaven and earth aura, the natural conflicting aura and pure true aura. , I got along harmoniously, and all turned into a strong fist. Not only that, after the fist was opened, the fist behind him turned into a mountain like a monk in the mountains, and the fist at his feet was like a river flowing raging, and That Dao Men’s step-fighting gang has the same effect, laying out a pattern of immortal family full of spirit, and finally the white-clothed old ape steps on a brand new true-shape picture of the Five Sacred Mountains on Aquarius Island. Before handing his fist, the white-clothed old ape , As the ancient immortals raised the giant mountain and stepped on the river.

Refining and moving mountains are supernatural powers, and casting fist means mountains and rivers.

Chen Ping'an glanced at the half-dangling true picture. It seems that this mountain guardian enshrines, in fact, he hasn't been idle for these years, but he has figured out some new tricks.

There was a visitor in the mountain in Qingwu Peak, who was amazed, "This style of boxing can be described as reaching the peak, beyond the power of Mrs. Wu."

Pei Qian squinted at the person, almost couldn't hold back, like dealing with the left guard of Qilong Lane, holding down the other's dog's head, let him stare at the dog's eyes to take a good look, waiting for her master to make a move, what is the real boxing technique.

Everyone saw the burly old ape, with the momentum to open up the world, and slammed the young sword fairy in the head.

The white-clothed old ape stood in the original position of the blue shirt in an instant.

But the young mountain master still didn't fight back, hitting his forehead with that punch.

Is the old ape already destined to avoid it with this fist?

From the first-line peak "on the lake" to the verdant Full Moon Peak, a long blue line stretched out in an instant.

Almost everyone looked at the Full Moon Peak subconsciously, wearing a blue shirt, standing in the air, but behind this person, the entire foot of the Full Moon Peak, the wind blowing, swept the mountain peak, countless Xianjia trees all broke, some were killed by the pond fish The Xianjia mansion of Xianjia, like paper-paste paper, was shredded by that fist.

Just talk about the slipping route of the sword immortal Qingshan, just above the ground between the two peaks, a gully that was several feet deep was cut.

The white-clothed old ape followed like a shadow, and another punch, the fist beam bloomed brightly, the white light was dazzling, and it was as big as the mouth of a well, and it hit straight.

With one punch, the green shirt that was originally backed by the green mountain was completely punched through the entire Moon Peak!

Yuan Zhenye followed the chased "mountain road", slightly propped up a strong domineering fist, and countless rocks on the road collapsed, and finally stepped on more cliffs, making Full Moon Peak a back mountain list. The book cliff was carved and destroyed, and the burly figure turned into a rainbow. He took a punch and punched the little **** who really made up his mind not to fight back. The opponent's figure was smashed and fell to Qiu Ling Mountain, which was halfway up the mountain. That summer lake.

The heavy fist in the blue shirt retreated extremely fast, but when it was near the surface of the water, his figure hovered suddenly, and his toes lightly touched the lake surface, splashing a circle of spreading ripples.

The green shirt is precarious, and the fairy stands in the water.

The whole lake under his feet exploded on the spot, boiling water billowed, set off huge waves, and the mist rose. Many monks who watched the battle in the nearby waterside attic suddenly lost countless chickens.

Xia Yuancui's eyelids trembled in this thrilling scene. If you two are both dogged, fight and fight, change places and fight, don't ruin the feng shui treasure of my mountain top!

The old ape in white smashed his head with a fist.

I heard that your kid has liked to pray to God and worship Buddha since he was a child.

Chen Pingan just stretched out his palm and blocked the punch casually.

A sword immortal in a green shirt and an old ape in white. On the way the two sides fell, 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 mountain climbing shrine on Full Moon Peak is like a stream with steps as a river bed, clacking towards the foot of the mountain.

The descendants of this peak near the Xiaoshu Lake, and the monks who watched the ceremony were in a hurry. They had to rely on their own means to resist the overwhelming waves that hit the shore and lifted into the sky. The most troublesome part is that it contains the sense of fist and covers the sky with the lake. The sun was unstoppable, so that many monks' spells were shattered, and their natal creatures were beaten up like duckweeds, and the Taoist heart was unstable, and they quickly put them away as soon as they were sacrificed.

The immortal fights, the vulgar child suffers. Below the top of the mountain, all the air trainers who are not earth immortals are different from the ordinary masters in the market below the mountain?

Everyone was horrified. The old ancestor who moved to the mountain had a thousand years of time just serving as the enshrinement of Zhengyang Mountain. Then the years of living in the mountain and cultivating the Taoism will only be longer. With this method, if it is still a bit more The truth can be said, but the young sword fairy who was born in the sky, who was about the same age as Liu Xianyang, was born to death. Where did this cultivation background come from?

The ten young and alternate candidates selected by Aquarius Island, Zhenwu Mountain, Ma Kuxuan’s cultivation roots and talents, Jiang Yun and Liu Baqiao’s teachings, Xie Ling’s family background and blessings, no matter how they rise, there will be traces to follow. .

The Xiaoshu Lake is not only empty, but even the muddy bottom of the lake is scattered, and the roots of the full moon peak underwater are exposed.

It came to light, but so. This kind of scene was created, but the white monkey handed his fist, Qingshan received his fist, and just took a punch.

Chen Ping'an stood on the bluestone that was slightly moisturized, and the bluestone kept cracking under his feet, and the bottom of the summer lake was like a cobweb. Chen Ping'an raised his hand and used the water method to re-enter the lake.

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

After counting the punches, a mouthful of pure innocence, the qi went through the mountains and rivers, still not exhausted.

Xia Yuancui said with his heartfelt words to several nephews and nephews around him: "Senior Nephew Tao, my Full Moon Peak is nothing but some broken stones, but your Qiuling Mountain is a good summer lake. It is difficult to repair because of this storm."

Yan Chu said, "Yanbo, half of the incense stick is half past, have you still not made a decision? Actually, I want to say, anyway, the overall situation is set, Qiu Lingshan can't change anything no matter if he nods and shakes his head."

The implication of the ancestor of the master of control is naturally kind, reminding this **** of wealth of the same generation to retain a heroic spirit for Qiu Lingshan, and to spread it out better, cross the river to tear down the bridge, it is the bamboo emperor and the first line peak. The meaning of Qiu Lingshan is not the same. The strength of the wind is dignified, and there is a chance that all outsiders who stay in the peaks to observe the ceremony will be admired.

For Yan Chu, Tao Yanbo's Qiu Lingshan, it is best to smash the face to fill the fat man to the end, and take care of all the money in Zhengyang Mountain. In fact, he is more powerful than the master of law who was born in Shuilong Peak. If Shuilong Peak and Qiuling Mountain, can they switch positions from now on?

The Emperor Bamboo looked displeased, and said solemnly: "This is the end of the matter, so don't make separate calculations."

The so-called one stick of incense asked the sword before.

That Chen Ping'an was nonsense, but the approximate time limit for the sword-top immortal beside Emperor Bamboo to maintain his current realm.

Could this guy be a roundworm in the belly of Zhengyang Mountain, why is everything clear?

Therefore, in the depths of the bamboo emperor's heart, the real fear is not the sword immortal or the mountain master, but the thought of hiding needles everywhere.

After being thrown into the lake by Chen Ping’an, the water level was shallow and clear.

Chen Ping'an finally spoke, and smiled and asked: "It was excusable when I was in a small town back then, how can I still be such a lady chirping on my own site? Afraid of killing me?"

Because Yuan Zhenye is still a gas trainer after all, so in the past years, the higher the level, the more suppression, and the greater the pressure, and every breath and spit will involve a small cave. If you are not careful, Yuan Zhenye will spend a lot of time, and eventually delay the breakthrough. With Yuan Zhenye’s status, he naturally knows the long-lived 10,000-year-old Jiao Jiao in Huang Tingguo, even the dragon-genus descent who devotes himself to cultivating Taoism in Fengshui Cave of Qiantang River in the southeast boundary has the same chance to become the first in Aquarius. The mountains and mountains are strange in Yupu realm.

It is estimated that this mountain guard was enshrined at that time. At that time, the upper five realms were considered to be in the bag, and he made up his mind to fight for the "first" in order to gather the Yizhou Dadao fortune, so at most it was at the Kiln Affairs Supervision and Administration Department Over there, I met the feudal lord Song Changjing in the white dragon fish suit. His hands were itchy for a while, and he couldn't help but change his fists, thinking about using his fists and feet to help strengthen his own way, so that he could go further.

Yuan Zhenye grinned and said, "I have seen someone who is asking for death, I have never seen you begging for death like this, Grandpa Yuan will satisfy you today!"

The face of the old man in the white-clothed old ape showed a somewhat ape-like real body, and the head and face instantly became hairy, like countless silver threads flying.

The old ape swept long, swept the ribs in the blue shirt with one leg, kicked it out of Qiu Ling Mountain, and flew horizontally to a nearby Qiongzhi Peak.

Under one foot, the Qi machine is chaotic like a big thunder and shattered in a projectile, and the whole autumn mountain spread out in bursts, like a row of iron riding across the border, wherever it passed, the rocks collapsed, the vegetation was dusty, and the mansion exploded. Even the clouds and mist outside the Qiuling Mountain were tilted, as if being pulled towards Qiongzhi Peak.

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

The second seat of Luoposhan Mi who is responsible for guarding Qiongzhi Peak, hastily put away the sky and the sky.

The white-clothed old ape crashed into the bamboo forest, causing countless emerald green colors in Qiongzhifeng Mountain to bloom in an instant, and hundreds of thousands of green bamboo poles broke out of the ground and flew randomly.

It's just that Yuan Zhenye punched extremely fast this time, and few people could see clearly. More people can only vaguely see the white rainbow figure, in the middle of the verdant green, unstoppable, tearing the world with fists. As for the green shirt, there is no trace.

In the next moment, a cyan painted arc swept over Qiongzhi Peak. The extremely long arc just passed a Piaoyun Peak, and then passed a vassal hill. The white-clothed old ape shrank in the mountains and rivers, suddenly showing his true body and huge palms. Sweeping out, directly interrupting the entire blue mountain top, Shan Ruofei sword, slammed into the blue shirt, the latter waved his sleeves casually, the mountain top broke and smashed in the air on the spot, and the rock flying sword fell like rain. The cyan figure took advantage of the momentum and flew to the Yujiao Peak ten miles away at a faster speed. The Old Ape Faxiang followed in large strides, leaning on the Yujiao Peak with one shoulder, hitting the top of the Yifeng Peak and breaking apart again, spurring Chen Pingan.

At the same time, Old Ape Faxiang slammed his foot into the ground, sank deeply into the ground, gave a soft drink, and then slammed a small hill on the ground off the roots, and lifted it into the air, one after the other with Yujiao Peak. Smashed at that Qingshan sword fairy.

The ferocious outburst of the old mountain-moving ape, uprooted two tributary mountain peaks, clenched one in one hand, and smashed at the little bunny.

The majestic face of the old ape stepped across the mountains and rivers, stepped on the top of a broken mountain in a small southern country in the past, and looked ahead.

Chen Pingan's **** joined together to make a sword cut, split the Yujiaofeng mountain in the center, waved his sleeve with his left hand, and smashed the mountain back intact, and then tapped twice with both fingers to directly smash the two tribal hills. Set in the air.

A green shirt floated slowly on the top of Qingwu Peak.

Pei Qian hurriedly landed and stood beside the master, otherwise it would be outrageous.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It's okay. The old beast didn't have enough food today. He fisted softly. He stretched a little away and left the mountain indiscriminately. The catkins were shaken. It was far less powerful than our millet grains and melon seeds."

The little girl in black smiled from ear to ear, holding the hiking stick in her arms, and quickly raised her hands to block her mouth, her faint eyebrows and squinted eyes made the table happy.

How can she be so powerful, so good, what a good person mountain master is talking nonsense, don't believe any of you, but if you really want to believe it, I will let you not believe it.

Cui Dongshan grinned and said: "The right guardian does not need to shoot today, it is already famous."

Xiao Mi Lian laughed and said, "Void names are false names."

Chen Ping'an said to Pei Qian again in his heartfelt voice: "Staring at the Yixian Peak, whoever dares to appear, you will fight back."

Pei Qian nodded, "I see."

Chen Pingan stepped on the ground lightly, and his figure instantly left Qingwu Peak, silently, compared to the veritable pull-up of the white-clothed old ape, he was indeed without momentum at all.

Wearing a blue shirt, he passed the two hills that seemed to have been subjected to the fixation technique, dragged the mountains, and faced the old ape who stepped on the mountains far away.

The remaining half stick incense is about to end.

Chen Ping’an laughed with a heartfelt smile: “Don’t worry, at least Tao Zi will definitely take action on the Yixian Peak. I remember the first time I saw it on Fulu Street, I knew she was a smart person since she was a child, but Yuan Yuan If you go through the mountains and rivers with such an invincible posture, how can she fight for you? Three punches, and the last three punches, Yuan Laozu carefully weighed, whether to continue to let the layman watch the excitement, or let the expert watch the doorway, I am free. "

After speaking, he dragged the two mountains and threw them to two places respectively, serving as the tip of the mountain tops of Yunfeng Domain and Yujiao Peak.

The white-clothed old ape suddenly put away his facial features, standing on the top of the mountain, the old ape took a deep breath, just such an unusual spit, there is a strong mountain breeze rising between the peaks, the wind blowing, the wind rolling clouds. , Yuan Zhenye, who broke the cliff and folded the wood, stood on the top of the mountain, looking around, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers crawling under his feet, in the field of vision, only the green shirt was the only one that was an eye-catcher.

As said by Ni Ping Lane, it is true that he could pass three punches.

Yuan Zhenye's body is a blend of Taoism, fist and mind, as if he has practiced Taoism for thousands of years as the sky, and accumulated and polished the fist and mind for thousands of years. He takes the small world of the human body as a longevity bridge, combining two into one, and finally reaching the mysterious state of heaven and earth .

At the highest point of his life, the first punch he handed, in exchange for his injury, was equivalent to a punch at the pinnacle of the end of the martial arts.

The little muddy legs should be fumbled in the mud all their lives. Fortunately, I don’t know how to cherish it. I don’t know how to hide and enjoy the blessing. If I dare to come to Zhengyang Mountain, I will blow you to pieces, and you will fall into the world. It will only be exposed to the bones of Li Tuanjing. The female cultivator of Full Moon Peak in Fenglei Garden Square ended up even worse.

If there is an accident, there will be a second punch for the guests, which is equivalent to the full blow of the fairyland sword repair.

The last punch, what sword fairy, what mountain master, go to death!

On the Yixian Peak, Tao Yanbo's face was exhausted, the sword immortals of all peaks, plus the enshrined guest, totaling nearly half a hundred people, only a handful of Zhengyangshan Jianxiu, shaking his head.

Besides, they all nodded, agreeing to the proposal of Emperor Bamboo.

According to the rules of the Zushitang, from this moment on, Yuan Zhenye no longer serves as the protector of Zhengyang Mountain.

The Emperor Bamboo said: "Yuan Zhenye, stop it. Although you are no longer the genealogical master of Zhengyang Mountain, I am willing to intercede with Luopo Mountain. No matter what the price we Zhengyang Mountain pays, we can guarantee that you will be alive today. Go out of the Zhengyang mountain boundary, and then please leave Aquarius Island."

At the same time, the Emperor Bamboo said with the Qingshan sword fairy: "Lord Chen Shan, as long as Yuan Zhenye goes to sea in the future and tries to travel far to other continents, I will personally take Xia Yuancui and Yan Chu, cooperate with you, Luopo Mountain, and work together to kill this. hunt!"

Chen Ping did not hear about the placement, but only smiled, did not refuse, and did not agree.

Yuan Zhenye was equally indifferent, the white-clothed old ape turned his head and looked at the top of the sword, an old ape face, without any expression.

It may be that the grief is greater than the death of the heart. It may be the ancestor who moved to the mountain with a continent of luck, but in fact he has a clear mind, still has a back hand, and reverses the situation.

What the white-clothed old ape saw in his eyes and thought in his heart was that this year's ancient paulownia tree in the mountains had fallen leaves before autumn.

In the past years, the flowers bloomed and fallen, the leaves were green and yellow, no one was disturbed, only the rustle of the broom scratching the ground.

Yuan Zhenye stepped on the top of the whole mountain with one foot, with an aura like a rainbow, and slammed into the green shirt hanging on the heights.

A full fist, as if higher than the mountain.

After a punch was delivered, he shot again like a thunder pond cracked.

Almost everyone looked up subconsciously, and saw that the green shirt guest was beaten by that punch, and disappeared instantly.

Yuan Zhenye, who was handing his fist, actually slipped out dozens of feet, his sleeves shattered, and his two muscular arms became bloody, with bare bones and bones, and he was shocking. Then the white-clothed old ape suddenly climbed high and became angry. With a shout, he handed a second punch towards the sky.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in the sky, only thunder, endless, no green shirt.

The thunder blasted, as if close to the ears, many monks with insufficient realm had to cover their ears and tried their best to run the spiritual energy in their bodies to protect Dao Xin.

The earth immortal monks who stayed in the peaks to observe the ceremony have used magic magic powers to help the suffering monks around him, and break up the ripples of the Taoist fist.

After Yuan Zhenye folded his hands, his fists melted, his eardrums were broken, his hair was disheveled, and his temples were covered with white hair, soaked in blood from his ear holes and stuck together.

There was a young woman Jian Xiu on the side of Dingjian Pavilion on the Yixian Peak, and she screamed, "Grandpa Yuan, I'll help you!"

There was a beautiful woman in purple clothes, who seemed to be out of life and death, she was alone, and wanted to go to the sky with a sword.

It’s just that she was just ten feet off the ground when she was caught by a young woman with a ball in a bun. Yufeng broke through the air, stretched out her hand to grab her neck, yanked her from the long sword, and threw her back. On the square of Tingjian Pavilion, a distressed Tao Zi was about to steer the sword into its sheath, but the woman Wu Fu reached out to hold the sword's edge, twisted it lightly, and broke the long sword into two. Nail it into the ground beside Tao Zi.

This time, the monks learned to be clever, no longer picking up sesame seeds and throwing watermelons, glanced at the movement on the side of the sword pavilion, and continued to look up high with the white-clothed old ape. The man took two punches and still didn't fight back.

This is not dead?

The answer is obvious. Not only did that guy not die, but he was safe and unscathed.

At the curtain of the sky, dressed in a green shirt, it seems like walking in a leisurely courtyard, stepping down.

The green shirt guest stopped, lifted his shoes, dropped them lightly, and then twisted his toes, as if he was saying, "Stepping on you Yuan Zhenye to death is like crushing an ant to death."

Yuan Zhenye's eyes widened, only bones clenched in his fists, and he raised his head and roared, "Who are you?!"

It absolutely does not believe that this green shirt guest who descended from the sky will be the stubborn mud-legged seed that only shook his arms back then!

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "The kiln workers of Niping Lane back then and the current Lord of the Luoposhan Mountain were not all named Chen Pingan, or who else could they be?"

Chen Ping'an raised his hands, the palms of his hands, condensed and surfaced a round of sun and a month.

The day is shining purely, and the moon is bright.

The sun rises and the moon sets, the sun falls, and the moon returns again and again, forming a golden circle with a dignified appearance, just like a trajectory of the avenue of gods traveling around the world.

When Chen Pingan twisted his wrist again, it was the natal star of the five elements, manifested and born with multicolored colors, just rotating slowly around the sun and the moon.

The sun, the moon, and the stars, if ordered, surround one person. The sun and the moon hung together, the Milky Way hung in the sky, following the rules, hanging in the sky.

After this, there are pictures of mountains and rivers, Aquarius Island, Tongye Island, Beiju Luzhou, looming, or painted or drawn in white, a crowning landscape god, walking horses and flowers in the picture scroll, and among them There is still an upside-down mountain that has traveled far to the Qingming world.

Suddenly, a blue shirt stood in the middle, and the gods were in the sky.

Rao Jiang Shangzhen was a little shaken and couldn't help asking, "Brother Cui, what kind of swordsmanship is this?!"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Of course it is swordsmanship, but it can be considered as a boxing method pioneered by Mr. Wu. You can use both swords and fists. It is a pure martial arts. For thousands of years, the world has flourished. This is the peak."

Cui Dongshan waved his snow-white sleeves, "Is it my husband, it's not worth the fuss."

Otherwise, how could Mr. Tsao get closer to the martial arts?

It relies on the ten-level aura of no one before or after.

Pei Qian is full of spirits, look, I'm not smart as expected, Master can teach boxing, but as for feeding boxing, it is absolutely impossible.

Under the guise of Shirou’s skin, one can’t help but repeat his tricks. Raise his arms. The ancestor of the hidden official martial arts is invincible, the swordsmanship is invincible. Go to his mother’s Bai Yujing to be truly invincible. Second year...

However, this white-haired boy who possessed Shi Rou finally remembered to use magic techniques to isolate the world and prevent his words from leaking out. It was inadequate, and he always felt that he was not happy enough. After all, the hard-hearted words that the ancestors of the hidden official could not hear.

Xie Yue looked at the bright moon for a while, held his breath and looked at it carefully, and finally sighed. Although the guy returned to his hometown, at the blacksmith shop, it was probably because of Liu Xianyang's face and returned half of the essence of the moon. , But this young hidden official has black hearts and hands. What kind of brains are scholars, and what they learn is like. Could it be that when I went back to the town, I had to go to the school for a few days?

Xie Yue asked: "Will this old ape run away?"

Ning Yao shook his head and said, "No, I will die physically and mentally."

On the ferry, Yu Huiting only felt thrilled, and muttered: "No wonder you can become a hermit in the Great Wall of Jianqi."

Wei Jin said: "Yuan Zhenye is going to sacrifice his assassin."

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

Wei Jin was silent, wouldn't he think about it? Even if you can't think of the truth, you can wait for a while, and you will know the answer naturally. What is the point of asking?

Yu Huiting mistakenly thought that Master Wei was thinking about things, and asked: "Master Wei, is it that the mountain guarding the mountain will be enshrined, the next punch will be more fierce and domineering, thinking about changing lives?"

Wei and Jin didn’t bother to turn their heads to look at her. Rarely put on the prestige of the elders of the teacher’s school, and said indifferently: "I heard that you have a good experience in the mountain and have a good reputation in the Dalibian army. I went back to the Fengxue Temple and worked harder on my heart."

What he meant was to remind her that she needs to use her brain to practice in the mountains.

Yu Huiting didn't think so much, just as Shishu Wei, the most unreasonable person in Shenxiantai, caring for people for an unprecedented time, and she suddenly smiled like a flower.

Wei Jin knew that he had said it for nothing.

Yuan Zhen's footsteps on the void, once again revealed the huge body of the genus that moved the mountain, with a pair of pale golden eyes, staring at the former ant on the heights.

There are long rivers of tempered air transport on it, flowing in the veins of the bones and blood that serve as the riverbed. This is the protection of the avenue as the first mountain spirit among the five realms in one continent.

Chen Ping’an also has a pair of golden eyes, but it is far more rich and refined than Yuan Zhenye, and sneered: “Why, I have to say that I am Zhu Wei, so that you can recognize your ancestors?”

Yuan Zhenye said sternly: "The **** continued to laugh. After a punch, the jade and the stone were burned! Remember to reincarnate in the next life and find a good place..."

Chen Pingan hooked his finger, come, please beat me to death.

The half stick of incense has passed, so I can give you another chance to punch.

Cui Dongshan endured, but still couldn't hold it back, and laughed.

Jiang Shangzhen was also helpless, looking for someone to compete with the exhaustion of luck and the suppression of the avenue, and don't look for our young mountain master who was targeted by the Haoran and the Wild.

As for the **** of the old ancestor who moved to the mountain, there is no need to worry about it, anyway, it will shut up completely soon.

Jiang Shangzhen asked heartily: "The victory of the two worlds is clearly still there. Why doesn't it seem so obvious? Did you find some way to crack it?"

Cui Dongshan said, "Mr. I just really wanted to understand a Buddhist saying, he wants to cross all beings, and it is for all beings. That's why he can take advantage of the trend and enter a certain state. Always get lost in the law, and chances are not hindered by the law. Mr. has this heart first, and then has this state."

Jiang Shangzhen nodded and said, "Awesome."

However, Jiang Shangzhen knew very well that Cui Dongshan just put it lightly, and Chen Ping'an would definitely be a physical and mental suffering when he did it.

Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said, "Nonsense."

At the top of the sword, Liu Xianyang shook the empty hip flask in his hand and threw it out of the white jade railing. He hugged the back of his head with both hands, and his hatred and grudges were all going on.

Outside the Luopo Mountain Bamboo House, there is no Jinghuashuiyue of Zhengyang Mountain, but it does not matter, there is still Chief Zhou's method.

Cao Qingqing, among them, held a handful of melon seeds, all of which were left behind before going down the mountain. Sister Nuanshu helped to hand them over.

Wei Bo left Piyun Mountain and quietly appeared here. The hidden Yuan Ying Jian Xiu Cui Wei also appeared and said hello softly: "Mr Wei Shan."

Wei Bo smiled and nodded, "Thank you."

Cui Wei was speechless for a while.

I am dedicated to the Patriarch Hall of Ji Se Peak, staring at the top of my mountain, what hard work.

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

Before touring Hongzhu Town, which borders the Three Rivers, at the bookstore, the **** of water Li Jin would jokingly say that he is the mountain king of Aquarius Island and the mountain **** of Jise Peak.

Wei Bo thought it made sense, and Li Shuishen's words were very funny. Who is the official boss and who is the subordinate? So I took dozens of books from the bookstore.

On the table, today, the incense little man from the Zhouchenghuang Temple who just came to Luoposhan Dianmao, is diligent and conscientious, and is responsible for helping to gather the melon seeds and pile them into mountains.

Seeing that Wei Shanjun, there is no Chen Lingjun around him. The little guy who once helped Wei Shanjun to make the nickname everywhere, he squatted behind the "hill", as long as I didn't see Wei Yeyou, Wei Yeyou didn't see me. .

The private mountains and rivers in the area of ​​Zhengyang Mountain are thousands of miles away. After Yuan Zhenye showed his true body, even the people in the market, everyone can see the huge figure enshrined by the mountain guard.

As for the monks watching the ceremony, I really don't understand how the Qingshan sword fairy from Luopo Mountain could get punch after punch under the hands of this old ape.

Patriarch Xia Yuancui suddenly said in his heart: "Nephew, your choice seems ruthless, but in fact it is wise. If you change it to me to decide, maybe you can't be as decisive as you."

No matter what, the next sect master, without Qiu Lingshan to fight, the full moon peak's descendant's sword repair, there is greater hope to provoke this burden.

Yan Chu nodded and said, "The two evils are the lesser of the power. Looking back, the suzerain's move did not make the least bit of muddle, which is really impressive."

Only Tao Yanbo was dull and speechless. From now on, how should his Qiu Lingshan deal with himself? Among the peaks of Zhengyang Mountain where the hearts of the people are dissipated, Qiu Lingshan has a line of sword repair, but can there be a foothold?

No longer was Yuan Zhenye, who was enshrined by a mountain protector, in the form of a real white ape, towards the top of his head, he gave birth to the highest level of Dao Fa and the highest level of fist intent.

Before the old ape punched, he laughed loudly, "Death is death. Don't want the old man to beg for mercy with you."

How about the outcome, Yuan Zhenye, who kept throwing punches in half a stick of incense, would really have no idea.

Yuan Zhenye handed out that punch, and a circle of golden ripples appeared in the sky, spreading rapidly in all directions, and the entire Zhengyang mountain boundary seemed to have a layer of magnificent golden waves slowly passing by.

The arm that the old ape threw a fist was like a mountain range and the ground was cracked, all broken, and the heavy rain splashed wildly.

The old ape was still in the air, still maintaining that forward **** posture, but the small world a few miles around the blue shirt was still the sun, the moon and the stars, in an orderly manner, and the avenues flowed endlessly.

The old ape with one broken arm had his shoulders slightly tilted, just touching the edge of the small world, where the avenues intersect, the stars are splashing, and the sky is full of fire and rain.

Chen Pingan said, "Then change me."

The vision of heaven and earth suddenly converged, and the martial arts of ten realms, returning to the first level, boxing is swordsmanship, like a swordsmanship that had fallen to the world ten thousand years ago.

A huge vortex appeared at the sky, and there was a golden sword light that seemed to be cruising in the long river of time for thousands of years. It broke through the air and hit the head of the old ape’s body, hitting Yuan Zhenye directly. The land of Yangshan, facing the ground, just hit the peak of the sword on the back of the fairy.

The light of the sword fell straight and lasted for a long time, like a golden long sword that invisibly connected the sky and the earth, after piercing the head of the old ape, it was inserted diagonally into the ground.

Yuan Zhenye prostrated on the ground, roaring, resting his hands on the ground, trying to lift his head as hard as he could, struggling to get up, then the shirt in the blue shirt was straight and standing on its head, causing Yuan Zhen's page door to hang down instantly. Not close to the back Jianfeng.

Chen Ping'an raised his arm high, five thunderstorms in his palm, like a robbery, a swift press, hitting Yuan Zhenye's neck.

With his left arm, the long sword on that line of Fengshan gate archway swims at night, turning into a rainbow, wearing a blue shirt, holding a long sword, dragging the sword away, walking slowly at the neck of the old ape, the sword is light Swipe across.

In the end, he cut off a huge head of Yuan Zhenye and let it roll to the foot of the mountain.

In a sleeve, Fu Lu kept flying out like a long river, smashing Yuan Zhenye's headless body.

The head was at the foot of the mountain, and his eyes were still staring at the blue shirt on the top of the mountain, and his eyes were gradually distracting. I don't know if it is dead or unwilling, and I don't want to close it.

Chen Pingan nodded towards it.

For some reason, Yuan Zhenye seemed to understand the meaning of the old boy in Niping Lane. He nodded slightly and finally closed his eyes. It was exactly the same choice as the ghost nun Situ Wenying of the Full Moon Peak. He chose to be a remnant of the Jade Realm. The rhyme of Taoism and the only remaining Qi Luck are all left and given to this Zhengyang Mountain.

The old ape, who could have chosen to blow up the golden core and the Nascent Soul, had only one thought in his lifetime, as if he was talking to the man on the top of the mountain, I beg you, don’t kill Tao Zi!

And that blue shirt, like an unknown prophet, nodded at the time, saying, I am not you.

Yuan Zhenye's soul dissipated, and an old man in white clothes with a vague body shape was faintly visible, standing beside his head at the foot of the mountain. His last word in this life was to raise his head, look at the young man, and ask in his heart, "Kill me Who is it?"

Chen Ping An didn't answer, only waved his sleeves to disperse his soul.

Night tour returns to the sheath, with his back behind.

Lifting one foot, stomping heavily on the ground, the whole hill under his feet split in four or five.

There are no immortals carrying the sword peak in the world, only tourists in Qingshan carrying the sword.

On the avenue, visitors at Bingzhuye are not afraid of encountering ghosts, they are afraid of talents.

In addition to the people watching the ceremony in Luopo Mountain.

All the sword immortals and disciples of 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 everyone was standing beside him at the moment, a sword fairy from Luopo Mountain.

In that blue shirt, Yufeng came to the top of the sword where he lost a Patriarch Hall.

As the lord of Zhengyang Mountain, Emperor Bamboo immediately held his fist and respected: "Zhengyang Mountain Bamboo Emperor, pay respect to Lord Chen Shan."

Liu Xianyang rolled his eyes and glanced at Chen Ping'an. Liu Xianyang took the lead in Yufeng to leave, looked around, saw the round-faced girl standing among the reeds, and rushed to Egret crossing immediately.

Chen Pingan looked around, did not say much, followed Liu Xianyang to Yufeng and left. During this time, he turned his head and smiled brightly with Bailudu, then came to the white-clothed boy and the black-clothed girl, rubbed the heads of the millet grains, and laughed softly. Said: "Go home."