It was the first time Rong Yu told someone about his mood, "I'm afraid I can't do it well, so I can continue to be a marten."

The old master comforted him: "Everything is difficult at the beginning. If you have this intention, you have already made a good start."

When he mentioned the tail, the old Taoist pointed to the columns of the Panlong Porch in the corridor of the main house in the next yard, "It may not be possible to add the finishing touch."

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The blue waves are vast and the sea surface is like a mirror.

Only a high wall behind the blue shirt that was still slowly climbing was slightly abrupt.

Two peers, February 2nd and May 5th.

Cao Ci fell on the water surface, gently stroked her toes back, and the towering water walls behind Chen Ping'an were torn to pieces and collapsed with a bang.

Perhaps it was because both parties were so familiar with each other and did not have any polite greetings.

They had a heart-to-heart relationship, but just their eyes met, they reached a consensus, and those who fell into the sea with their bodies broke through the "mirror" and fell into the sea lost. How about it? Let's make sure!

They rushed forward and collided. Both sides were extremely concise in their swaying fist spirits, so there was no sound of slashing waves. It was like a green light and a white rainbow stretching out on the sea surface, facing each other, head-on.

The two straight and long lines collided together. In the first punch, Chen Ping'an used the God-Man drum-beating style, and the human body folded the fists to 72.

Cao Ci did not dodge or avoid, and directly pressed Chen Ping'an's left fist with one hand. In an instant, the whole snow-white sleeve had a pattern like a sea of ​​waves. One arm had trembling muscles and bones, and the qi and blood surged sharply. He controlled a mouthful of pure true energy and penetrated into Chen Ping'an's palm. The powerful fist on his wrist was in a confrontation, "sticking" it, like the two main troops were in a state of anxiety.

There is no need for the white bone Taoist's fancy magical power. Cao Ci just used his unparalleled fist energy to force Chen Ping'an's surging fist intention, causing the tide to flow backwards, and each suffered from the thirty-six punches and drum beats. With the two as the center of the circle, the waves rippled and spread out in circles. If there is a Taoist looking at it, there is really the beauty of mural patterns on the sea at this moment.

Cao Ci also pressed Chen Ping'an's face with one hand and pushed hard, throwing Chen Ping'an hundreds of feet away, and sticking to the water surface dozens of times behind him, like a piece of bluestone that made a long string of water floats.

With a palm, he patted the sea surface, flipped his body, stood calmly, and a burning sensation came from Chen Ping'an's back.

Sure enough, I still ask Cao Ci about boxing, which is the purest.

Cao Ci shook his wrist, and the muscles at the tiger's mouth were torn and blood oozed out.

Chen Ping'an reached out and pressed his shoulders, shook his arm, a little puzzled. How did this guy do it?

He was able to divide a mouthful of pure true energy into two groups? What's wrong with this?

Cao Ci smiled and said, "It is a new boxing move that I have learned from outside the capital. It is temporarily called "Bow String". A mouthful of pure true energy is the beginning and end of each other."

In other words, Cao Ci did not violate the common sense of martial arts, and he really divided two pure true qi, but he held one end at the beginning and the end and could pass two punches "at the same time". The word "simultaneous" probably must at least be the end of the martial artist to understand the true weight.

Chen Ping'an shook his head, disagreed with the name of the boxing move, "It's better to call it 'moe eyebrows'."

Cao Ci nodded and said, "It's true."

As he spoke, a blue arc came, like a bowstring stretching out on the sea surface, and like a beautiful woman's eyebrows.

Creating new boxing moves for human martial arts is Cao Ci's specialty, but he has no choice but to face a master-level figure who steals fists.

Cao Ci turned sideways, Chen Ping'an approached him, followed suit, and handed his fists out and hit the temples on both sides of Cao Ci. It doesn't matter if the door is wide open in front of him, and if Cao Ci takes the opportunity to hand the fist, it's your Cao Ci's head.

Why are you polite to Chen Ping'an? Cao Ci's fingers were put together in the shape of a halberd finger, and lightning stretched out, as fast as a flying sword, poking Chen Ping'an's heart.

Just as the "pointing pointer" often written in the novel "Romance of the Jianghu Romance" is no different, but Cao Ci's finger will not only poke the other party's heart, but also cut off the flow of the pure martial arts. When this breath of true energy dissipates, there will be a scene of floods breaking in the human body, heaven and earth, which will conflict with all the spiritual energy and deal with some people who are gangsters and can practice Taoism and martial arts. It is extremely appropriate to be hit by two blows.

The two "same year" warriors who entered the eleventh realm one after another, the second punch was to trade death for death.

They all did not dodge or dodge, and they all spoke based on their bodies. Chen Ping'an turned his fist into a palm, so Cao Ci's temples were slapped hard, and his eyes were blurred.

Chen Ping'an was poked by his fingers in the center, but he was not pierced through his heart on the spot. Instead, he twisted his body and then stepped back. Instead, his footsteps changed, and he drew circles on the sea, blue and white flowers, round and round. The two sides opened a distance. When he stood in a blue shirt, it was obviously better than Cao Ci who was slapped twice.

Chen Ping'an raised his palm, brushed his blue shirt with the back of his hand, then raised his hand, grinned, and pointed at Cao Ci's ear.

Of course, Cao Ci knew the bleakness of blood flowing on both sides of his ears.

If it were an ordinary stamina warrior, after these two blows, he would fall to the ground and lose, and the outcome and life and death were already separated.

Cao Ci looked calm and just shook his head slightly, but it seemed that he was really angry at this moment. Cao Ci narrowed his eyes, would he come?

Suddenly, countless white-clothed Cao Ci appeared beside Chen Ping'an.

A blue shirt seemed to be a prison for himself, but he stood in an invisible circle, moving around and snowing around.

Between the blue sea and the blue sky, even if the monks in the Ascension Realm were watching on the wall, they could no longer see the faces of the two martial artists. They could only hear strange sounds of earth sounds between the water and the sky, including the long bells and drums that sounded like temples, the crisp and melodious jade chimes of Taoist temples, the secret mantras of Buddhist Tantra and the brightness of storms, or the music of hundreds of sitting crafts in the palace, which was so thrilling and swaying.

The two confused fist intentions make the light between the world distort. Looking at the flowers in the fog, you can vaguely see the fist movements trajectories like crisscrossing branches. The fist powers that hit each other and exploded, just like freehand flowers that were dyed on rice paper dots.

The monks in the Ascension Realm can come over and join in the fun.

The Immortal Realm may not be able to catch fists in close proximity.

Even in the Yupu Realm, I can't see them.

The martial artist's energy is strong, and the killing power, body speed, and fist moves of the third level can be estimated by monks.

After entering the eleventh realm, there is a unique world.

The moment came to an end, they retreated. The blue waves under their feet were like two high platforms cut out, moving slowly with the two martial artists, like a waterfall, following the two figures, pulling out a deep and visible ravine in the sea between the two sides, one green and one white, each standing at the "head of the martial arts of the earth", and they confronted each other from afar again.

The water waves leaped high and fell back into the sea. A brilliant rainbow appeared between the two martial arts mountains, like a long bridge covering the sky.

Chen Ping'an's upper body was already broken, so he simply reached out and pulled it into a thin and slender figure tied around his waist, with his chest and back exposed, and he was thin and slender.

He is not the kind of muscle-knitted martial arts body, he has a natural feeling, and contains unparalleled power. Under the sunlight, he looks like a golden body that can be immortal forever.

Cao Ci stood on the other side, and his white clothes were broken into pieces, and there was not much damage. At least he didn't have to expose his upper body naked like the other party.

Since they no longer hold back, the sound of their hearts beating can bring about a tide of fist resonance with the world.

On the road of martial arts learning, Chen Ping'an has gone through so hard in this life.

Gu You's mountain-shaking boxing book, Cui Cheng from the bamboo building, Madam Bai from the Sword Qi Great Wall, Li Er and Jiang She and Ancient Witch from the Lion Peak of Beijuluzhou.

Chen Ping'an reached out to wipe off the blood on one of the arms, and his muscles cracked countless times, with the intention of Cao Ci's fist. Chen Ping'an's palm was like iron, and he grinded countless glass residues.

I remember Li Er once said that if the more than a thousand qi palaces in the human body, such as deep wells, wild ponds, lakes, and the route of qi flowing among monks' blood and spiritual energy, is the water vein of streams, rivers, rivers, and rivers. Then 639 pieces of human body muscles are the great mountains and continuous dragon veins that are unique to martial artists, and they need to open up mountains.

Therefore, the pure true energy of the martial artist is the path opened up. From this, the operation of the true energy of the eleventh realm is to make this path soar into the sky, like a stick of incense in the temple, leading to the heaven and earth.

Always leaving his hometown and traveling on the road, and being less than fifty years old, Chen Ping'an's life is always in various battlefields, not just a battle of all kinds.

Cao Ci pulled the corner of his mouth, shaking the red and swollen muscles on his cheeks.

His heart was as calm as water, but Cao Ci's eyes at this moment showed an exciting sense of victory for the first time, and he had a strong desire to win.

It seems to be telling the other party a fact that even if you are the current master of martial arts, you cannot change it.

Today, Cao Ci will still not lose to Chen Ping'an.

The same is true for the future.
Chapter completed!