Yuan Zhenye was equally indifferent. The old ape in white turned his head and looked at the top of the sword. He had an old ape face with no 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, actually has a plan in mind and still has a back-up plan to reverse the situation.

What the old ape in white saw in his eyes and thought in his mind 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 scratching the ground.

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

A body with perfect fist intention seems to be higher than the mountains.

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

Almost everyone subconsciously looked up and saw that the man in green shirt was punched and disappeared instantly.

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 suddenly climbed up and became angry.

He yelled and punched the sky for the second time.

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

The sound of thunder sounded as if it was very close to my 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 to protect their Taoist hearts.

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

On the other side of the Sword Pavilion where the first line of peak stopped, there was a young female swordsman who screamed, "Grandpa Yuan, let me help you!"

There was a beautiful woman dressed in purple, who seemed to have no regard for life and death. She was actually alone, and wanted to use her sword to reach the sky.

But 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 and reached out to grab her neck, yanking her away from the sword and throwing her back.

In the Tianjian Pavilion Square, Tao Zi was thrown into pieces, and the embarrassed Tao Zi was about to return the sword to its sheath, but the female martial artist reached out to hold the sword's edge, twisted it gently, and casually broke the long sword into two pieces.

Nailed into the ground beside Tao Zi.

This time, the monks watching the ceremony were wiser and stopped picking up sesame seeds and throwing watermelons. They took a glance or two at the movement in the Pavilion, and then continued to look up to the heights with the old ape in white. The man received two punches and still did not fight back.

None of this is dead?

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

At the canopy, he was dressed in a green shirt, as if he were strolling in a courtyard and walking 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 bone-white bones left, he raised his head and roared: "Who the hell are you?!"

It absolutely does not believe that this green-shirted man who fell from the sky will be the mud-legged bastard who only knows how to hug his little clever ones back then!

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

Chen Ping'an 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 again, and it was 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 one person. The sun and moon hang together, and the Milky Way hangs in the sky. They follow the rules and circulate in the sky.

After that, there are pictures of mountains and rivers, Aquarius Island, Tongye Island, and Beiju Luzhou, looming, painted or drawn in white, and the dotted landscape gods, walking around and watching flowers, fleeting in the scroll. Among them

There is still an upside-down mountain that has traveled 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's swordsmanship, but it can also be regarded as the boxing method pioneered by Mr., it can be used for boxing and sword, no need to separate the family. Pure martial arts, for thousands of years, the world has been prosperous, this is the pinnacle."

Cui Dongshan waved his snow-white sleeves and said, "He's my husband. It's not worth making a fuss about."

Otherwise, how 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. His master can teach him boxing, but he cannot teach him boxing.

The demon who transformed into a demon under the guise of Shi Rou's skin couldn't help but repeat his old trick, shouting loudly, "The Yin Guan Ancestor's martial arts skills are unparalleled, his sword skills are invincible, damn Bai Yujing is really invincible, Taoist second brother will be your thousand thousand

Second in the year...

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 he always felt that he was not enjoying himself enough. After all, even the Yinguan ancestors could not hear the iron-clad words spoken from the bottom of his heart.

Xianyue looked at the bright moon for a while, held her breath and looked at it carefully, and finally sighed. Although after the guy returned to his hometown, he returned half of the moon soul essence at the blacksmith shop, probably for Liu Xianyang's sake.

, but this young hidden official has dark intentions and tricks. What kind of brain does a scholar have? What does he study like? Does it mean that he has to go to a school to study for a few days after returning to the small town?

Qiangyue 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 in the Sword Qi Great Wall."

Wei Jin said: "Yuan Zhenye is going to use his trump card."

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

Wei Jin was silent, wouldn't he think about it? Even if he couldn't think of the truth, he would just wait for another moment and a half, and then he would 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 one guarding the mountain for worship will be more fierce and domineering with his next punch, thinking of changing his life?"

Wei and Jin were too lazy to turn their heads to look at her. They rarely put on the airs of their elders and 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. In the future,

Return to Fengxue Temple and work harder on cultivating your mind."

What he meant was actually to remind her that she needed to use her brain more when practicing in the mountains.

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

There are long rivers of tempered Qi on its body, flowing in the muscles and bones and blood vessels 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 Ping'an also had a pair of golden eyes, but they were far richer and more refined than Yuan Zhenye's. He sneered: "Why, do you have to say that I am Zhu Yan so that you can recognize your ancestor and return to your clan?"

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

Chen Ping'an raised his fingers and said, "Come on, please beat me to death."

Half the stick of incense has passed, and 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 was also helpless, looking for anyone to compete with in terms of luck consumption and avenue suppression, let alone our young mountain master who was targeted by Haoran and Wilderness.

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 overwhelming power 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."

.Sir, you have this mind first, and then you have this state."

Jiang Shangzhen nodded and said: "It's amazing."

However, Jiang Shangzhen knew very well that Cui Dongshan only said it lightly, but Chen Ping'an actually did it, which was 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 Luoluo Mountain Bamboo Tower, there is no longer a mirror of Zhengyang Mountain, but it doesn't matter, there are still Chief Zhou's methods.

Cao Qinglang was included, each holding a handful of melon seeds, all of which were millet grains left behind before going down the mountain. I would like to ask sister Nuan Shu 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, why is it so hard?

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

When I visited Hongzhu Town, a place bordering the Three Rivers, at the book store, Li Jin, the water god, would joke and say that he was the tiger of Aquarius Island and the mountain god of Jise Peak.

Wei Bo thought it made sense. Li Shuishen's words were very interesting. Who was the official superior and who was the subordinate? So he took dozens of books from the bookstore for free.

On the table, there is a little incense burner from the Zhouchenghuang Temple who just happened to come to Luolu Mountain 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, I hurriedly squatted behind the "hill". As long as I couldn't see Wei Yeyou, Wei Yeyou couldn't see me.

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Zhengyang Mountain is a private mountain and river with a radius of thousands of miles. When Yuan Zhenye showed his true body, even the common people in the city looked up and saw the huge figure of the mountain protector.

As for the monks watching the ceremony, they really couldn't understand how the green-robed swordsman from Luolu Mountain could withstand punch after punch from this old ape.
To be continued...