Standing on the top of the mountain is Chen Pingan's mind and sword holder.

Previously, we traveled far away together to a secret sword-making place.

The first ancestor of the military strategist sneered: "Pretending, you finally look like a human being."

It is both the greatest compliment and the greatest irony.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "A life of resentment has led to today, and old friends on the road have withered so far. If you and the sword cultivator hadn't wanted to occupy the old heaven and parted ways with the founder of the three religions, leading to the first schism in the world, otherwise your military strategists would have long ago

If you establish a religion, you will not end up in a situation where you will be beheaded first and then imprisoned for ten thousand years. Now that you think about it, do you regret it?"

The first ancestor of the military strategist strode up the mountain and said sarcastically: "My identity has changed, and my tone has also changed. The pure martial artist who I was before did not dare to talk to me like this. It is raining from the sky, haha, it is raining from the sky, the founder of the three religions, I am really not afraid

As time went by, you kid was transformed into a Taoist? The one in the sky couldn't be broken, so they could only surround it and sit there for thousands of years facing Zhou Mi and the new gods. You both looked at me and I looked at you.

Just staring blankly, and the result is that there is another one in the world, wouldn’t it be a failure?”

Zhou Mi ascended to the sky, Chen Ping'an was on the ground, and each took half.

Of course, it’s not Zhou Mi or Chen Pingan, it’s the co-lord of the Heavenly Court who “turned around” after ten thousand years, whether it’s Haoran Jia Sheng or Chen Pingan of Mu Ping Xiang, they all got to where they are today step by step.

Like the two of them shared the family property equally.

The ancestor of the military strategist was chopped down by a sword from the top of the mountain and retreated to the foot of the mountain. The burly man just stretched out his hand to grab it, pulled out the abundant sword energy that was as difficult as a long river of time from his body, and threw it away thousands of miles away.

Outside, there was an earth-shaking vibration. The burly man didn't even look at it and just climbed the mountain again.

This time there was no more words, and he just walked silently to the mountainside, only to be hit back to the foot of the mountain by a magnificent sword light like a Tianhe waterfall pouring down the mountain.

The sword energy was condensed and spread all over the mountain. The ancestor of the military strategist used his fists to open the way, forcibly creating a huge gap, and went upstream. He laughed and said: "It's light and weak. Compared with ten thousand years ago, the sword's energy is even stronger."

It does not increase but decreases. It seems that the previous battle with the armored man has severely damaged the divinity. Haha, the dog bites the dog and the hair is all over the ground. It is pitiful to say that it is pitiful. How can I compare to you, a pair of dogs and a man and a woman, half of the heaven together?

The bearer of divinity, the new owner of the place where half a ‘down-and-out’ person lives, and the most lethal sword holder ever..."

The third sword slashed the burly man's figure into two, but the latter instantly returned to his original appearance. He did not continue to climb the mountain, nor spoke again, but stood there halfway up the mountain.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Hand over the three swords, that's enough etiquette."

The tall woman smiled and nodded.

The first ancestor of the military strategist returned to the top of the mountain with great dignity. He was in a gloomy mood. But he remembered two things and endured it. A man with clear grudges and grievances. When he looked at Chen Ping'an, he was a little more pleasing to the eye.

Chen Ping'an looked at the ancestor of the military strategist and suddenly felt strange.

I heard that the person in front of me was famous for being arrogant thousands of years ago. He said many bold words that made people feel emotional, and also said many crazy words that made people stupefied.

For example, the sentence "When I develop a complete martial arts path, all races in the world can follow me and become gods in the flesh. They no longer need to rely on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to feed themselves, and there is no need to worship or offer incense to anyone. Only by establishing a religion in this way can I be worthy of being called an ancestor."

Another example is "Let me raise one more level of martial arts, and I can beat up the Taoist ancestor with one hand."

"In today's discussion, those sword cultivators who no longer want to be inferior to anyone else and are willing to go to the ruins of Heaven to refine swords and make the decision, come here, come here, stand by my side, and compete with the founders of the three religions on the opposite side."

This ancestor of the military strategist, although he lost, he never gave up.

The tall woman smiled and said: "I am very forgetful, so I remembered that I came here. It seems that I broke the rules. The young master was a little unhappy and reminded me to leave quickly."

The first ancestor of the military strategist then suggested: "Why don't you go? Just stay here and have a fight with the young master. According to the etiquette of thousands of years ago, whoever wins will listen to whoever wins."

Chen Pingan said: "Then you go back first."

The tall woman nodded and said, "Master, don't forget the promise of Jiazi."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I have a good memory."

The first ancestor of the military strategist finally breathed a sigh of relief when the sword wielder, one of the five supreme masters, left this ancient star that was both a prison and a dojo.

After all, a common attack had injured Daoji too much, and he had completely lost his true body. The three "soft" sword blows had already made him feel overwhelmed, which he had not seen for a long time. He sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain and began to peel off those lingering ghosts.

The scattered residual sword energy, every time a sword energy is thrown out, it may contain several ancient swordsmanship, creating ravines a million miles long in the star dojo, and finally it will flick off with just one finger.

With his simple "sword technique", he smashed a hole hundreds of miles deep... If it weren't for the help of the Li Sheng to cover up the celestial phenomena, the Yin Yang Family, Five Elements Family and Qin Tian Supervisor Qi Masters in the world would probably have suffered.

Chen Ping'an said: "Zhenwushan Yu Shiwu, he is willing to return the three martial arts fortunes of the seniors. For the sake of saving two steps, can the seniors keep Yu Shiwu when they get back those 'martial arts fortunes'?

Mental memory, try not to damage his soul at all?"

In fact, there is some suspicion of not mentioning which pot is the best. The first military dissolution in the world turned out to be a joint beheading and dismemberment. Talking about this as soon as we met is really adding salt to the wound.

The first ancestor of the military strategist put his fists on his knees and showed no signs of anger. He said calmly: "You can make another request."

The implication is that you agree to this matter?

So easy to talk to? Then we, as juniors, have to chat more, right?

Although Chen Ping'an was confused, he still thought about it carefully and said: "My founding disciple Pei Qian, her photographic memory is different from that of ordinary Qi practitioners. Does your senior have a proper solution?

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The ancestor of the military strategist, who had his back to Chen Pingan, softened his tone a bit and said, "Change your request."

Although Chen Ping'an felt sorry in his heart, he had no choice but to change his request and said: "Senior, when you come down the mountain, you can go and sit in the lotus root blessing place of the junior in your free time."

The first ancestor of the military strategist sneered: "Who do you think I am? Do you want to imitate the mountain god and find a tree pillar to sit on?"

From the tone of his voice, it was obvious that he was unwilling to go to Lotus Root Blessed Land to help "take charge of the mountains and rivers".

Now that Chen Pingan has settled the matter of Yu Shiwu with this senior, he is actually quite surprised. He originally thought that good things are destined to be hard-working, and even made the worst plan of breaking up if he disagreed with him. Now that he has achieved his goal, Chen Pingan

No more trying to push the envelope.

Accept as soon as you see fit.

Unexpectedly, the ancestor of the military strategist had no intention of letting Chen Ping'an go immediately. He came when he wanted to come and left when he wanted to. What kind of place was this? A toilet with corn clothes prepared?

Chen Pingan didn't care, he just took it easy as he came, and simply started to observe the eleven warriors standing on the top of the mountain. Chen Pingan, who was squeezed out of the position of the tenth realm by his eldest disciple and was no longer dark under the lamp, actually

I don't feel any surprise at all. To say that I have no regrets in my heart is to deceive myself, but in the end I am more happy.

But how could Chen Ping'an, the nine-level man in red robe, be squeezed out? After all, the person Chen Ping'an really has the confidence to stay here for a long time is still himself, the "unprecedented one" in thousands of years. This is an established fact, even cautious

Chen Ping'an, for example, feels that this person has the hope of becoming "unparalleled" within at least a few hundred years.

No matter what, in less than a year, Chen Ping'an lost two seats at the top of the mountain one after another. Chen Ping'an couldn't help but feel a little melancholy. He crouched down and looked at the latecomer who had seized the territory.

The other party is easy to recognize. Among the eleven seats, there is only one more unfamiliar warrior. The other party sits cross-legged on the ground, with his back straight and his hands folded on his abdomen. The muscles of his arms are knotted, and his appearance cannot be seen clearly, just because his hair is hanging down to the ground.

, even covering the entire face. This person's fists are so vast that each hair is like a waterfall slowly pouring down. As the person breathes, the hairs flutter.

His body and muscles are strong and his fists are powerful, which can be said to be thrilling.

Chen Ping'an looked at it carefully and found it even more incredible. It turned out that every hair was covered with tens of thousands of ghosts.

The first ancestor of the military strategist smiled and said: "It's normal to lose to her from the top of the mountain to the bottom level."

"As time goes on, they will only get stronger and stronger. The path of martial arts in the world will never let you and Cao Ci, two young boys, share the same status and steal the limelight."

"How did you feel about the half-punch before?"

Chen Ping'an said truthfully: "Having hot pot and drinking wine is a great taste."

The burly man laughed heartily, "Okay, that's a good idea. Once your sentence is over and you return to the world, you will have a hot pot and a drink."

Chen Pingan asked tentatively: "As long as the seniors don't mind, why don't the juniors go back to the mountain, prepare hot pot and wine, come here in person, and have a good meal?"

The first ancestor of the military strategist clicked his tongue and said: "As long as there is a little advantage to be taken advantage of, you kid really doesn't fall behind at all. Can those who follow you learn well?"

Chen Ping'an was surprised. Why did the ancestor of the military strategist's words always convey an inexplicable meaning when the two sides met on the mountain top?

What qualifications do you have to tell me what the atmosphere of Luolu Mountain is like?

The burly man said: "In the next hundred years, there will be a lot of monks in the Fourteenth Realm. I don't know how many will be left in the next thousand years."

Chen Ping'an nodded, "Everyone will pursue his future according to his own ability. In the end, it will not blossom or bear fruit. The future will depend on his own ability."

Carrying the true name of the demon clan and combining it with half of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Chen Ping'an's Immortal Slough robe can actually be named "Feng Zheng".

As a result, the battle with Ma Kuxuan caused the robe to be broken, and there were a few fish in the wild world that had the opportunity to slip through the net.

The next moment, Chen Ping'an's mind returned to his real body. He was in a mansion at the foot of Fuyao, where he could lean on the railing and overlook Tiaoyu Mountain.

On the top of the mountain, the burly man stood up and came to a place where he had to squat down and lower his head before he could just look him in the eye.

The charcoal-looking little girl, with her arms folded across her chest and her head tilted, seemed to be very puzzled. Is this silly big guy bragging about not drafting at my master's side? In fact, he can't eat spicy food or drink alcohol.

, just the thought of eating hot pot and drinking old wine makes you unbearable? Ha, you are such a big guy and a loser. He is far behind my master.

The burly man with gentle eyes wanted to reach out and rub her little head, but the little girl stared angrily and said, "Don't touch me."

The man who once took over the position of the first Taoist priest in the world and continued to ascend to the sky covered his face with slightly trembling palms.

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Zhu Lian, Changming, the Patriarch of the Law in Luopo Mountain, and Shenjun of Wei in the Northern Mountains.

Their joint appearance was scary enough for the sixteen people. Especially the arrival of Beiyue Yeyou Shenjun was both unexpected and reasonable.

In Tiaoyu Mountain, eight martial arts practitioners and eight Taoists live separately.

When they arrived at the mountain, Zhu Lian led them to find their respective residences. The houses were clean and tidy, nothing more, neither rich nor immortal.

The Patriarch who was in charge of the law didn't tell them any rules or taboos. He just told them to abide by their duties and be free to do whatever they wanted. As for how to calculate their duties and what arbitrariness meant, he didn't explain it.

The two masters responsible for teaching boxing to the eight people, Zheng Juzhong and Cen Yuanji, both lived in the mountains.
To be continued...