Over at the martial arts arena, Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "It's just that the Golden Body Realm is just okay. It's barely a paper physique, so I think it can be regarded as half a Far Traveling Realm? Unfortunately, in my case, it really can't be done.

Calculate it this way.”

"You can ask me to suppress the realm. I will conquer the three realms and learn the opponent's sword skills from the same realm."

"The second option is to let me do it whether you are under pressure or not. Stand still. If you can let me move, it is up to you. If you move even half a step, I will lose."

The lineage of Luoluoshanzhulou.

This has always been the way to teach boxing and feed boxing.

I couldn't bear it anymore, so I went back to drink. The two sides were still Brother Liu and Brother Chen.

Liu Zong didn't have any words, so of course he chose the second option.

Within a stick of incense, Chen Pingan remained motionless from beginning to end. If a dagger came close to him, he would gently push the blade away. But if Liu Zong's fists and feet came closer, Chen Pingan would either stand still and get beaten, with an indifferent look on his face.

The golden-body bottleneck martial artist's full-strength attack landed on Qingshan's body. It seemed extremely painless, or he just... slapped it down, causing Liu Zong to vomit blood.

In a strange interrogation of boxing in a strange world, Liu Zong is like an ordinary man trying to shake a mountain. He does not overestimate his own abilities and in the end will only get injured. The harder he punches, the more serious his injuries will be.

Liu Zong staggered to his feet, his body swaying, and he tightened his grip on the dagger in his hand. His head was lowered, and blood dripped from his face to the ground.

Liu Zong suddenly raised his head and saw that the old martial artist had taken a few mouthfuls of pure zhenqi. His vision had long been blurred and he could only vaguely see the man in green shirt not far away. He went against his promise and opened a simple and honest man without any warning.

The boxing stance seemed to be about taking the initiative to punch him.

It doesn’t seem to be, that’s it.

The opponent is finally about to throw a punch.

Just when he was able to stand up, Liu Zong had exhausted all his strength. It was just such a simple movement, but it was no different from the fight between Liu Zong and his fellow masters in the martial arts world in his hometown when he was at the peak of his spiritual power.

They were fighting for their lives. The old man's figure was floating around, but the arm holding the knife was still tight. He closed his eyes and tried to force up a breath of pure Qi, but to no avail, he couldn't do it. The whole world was filled with the opponent's fist.

, let the old man have the world of mayflies and Sumeru mustard seeds, how insignificant I feel. And I only feel that after the other party delivers this punch, I will inevitably fall... In just a blink of an eye, even this little distracting thought is as fast as a fleeting moment.

They were all submerged by the tidal force of fist that enveloped the world, and everything was on the line between life and death.

Liu Zong suddenly raised his head, with a ferocious expression on his face, clenched his teeth, his arms trembled, and with the help of a swaying figure, he actually spun in a circle and thrust out a knife at the blue-shirted man.

His body was sluggish, his shots were weak, and he had a Caozi dagger in his hand, which didn't even have the slightest sparkle.

But this sword, I am Liu Zong, the best swordsman in Ouhua Blessed Land, I must hand it out!

After a while, or maybe a long time later, Liu Zong, who was in a hazy state of consciousness, regained consciousness a little. The old man suddenly found a hand pressing his shoulder, and heard the man chuckle softly: "Good punch."

Xiao Longqiu, Immortal Lord Longbeard from Shangzong has returned to the Middle Earth. At the same time, the mountain owner Lin Huizhi and the master of the law Quan Qingqiu have also disappeared.

Fortunately, the young lady Guan at the Ruyijian hut in Zushan has also left Xiao Longqiu with her sword. She just asked Linghu Jiaoyu to help guard the hut.

Now that they have arrived at Xiandu Mountain, the Immortal from Tieshu Mountain who protects the two children's cross-continental journey, as expected, makes a rare trip to Tongye Island, so he leaves Mixue Peak and goes out to travel the mountains and rivers alone.

Zheng Youqian and Tan Yingzhou went to Luobaotan every day to listen to Mr. Xiaomo's teachings on Taoism and help them make wine together.

In a mansion in Mi Xuefeng, Huang Yiyun, whose injuries were almost healed, went out to enjoy the snow today. She took a walk and saw Qiu Du and the girl Hu Chuling building a snowman near a pavilion.

Ye Yunyun learned from the old woman that disciples Xue Huai and Pei Qian had another discussion at the flower sweeping table and seemed to have benefited a lot.

In the capital city of Dali in Aquarius Continent, a scholar took Cui Ci, a scholar, to visit the Fire Temple and found Aunt Feng under the flower shed.

When Aunt Feng saw the Confucian scholar from Lizhu Cave, she smiled and said, "Walking in the wind is calm and good."

Li Xisheng bowed and saluted, and Aunt Feng's figure instantly disappeared from the stone terrace of the flower shed. She did not accept the gift and stood beside the stone table.

After Li Xisheng stood up, Aunt Feng took out two bottles of wine and continued: "Although this is unnecessary, there is still something to be expected."

Cui Ci, a scholar, did not know the identity of the woman in front of him, nor did he know what she was selling. The young man only knew these two sentences of hers, which were originally written by Lu Chen, the master of Bai Yu Jingsan.

Li Xisheng smiled and said: "What's the big road? There are yellow leaves on the ground."

In the New Yunxiao Dynasty in the southern part of Aquarius Continent, at the highest peak of the mountains, two people stopped here and looked around.

A young man in linen clothes and straw sandals, with a strong build and a dull expression, was followed by an extremely handsome young man, wearing a purple jade crown on his head and a white jade belt around his waist.

The young man was Wu Tijing, a swordsman who had left Zhengyang Mountain. He glanced at the man squatting down, chewing a piece of licorice, and said, "Hu Feng, I think this place is good."

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, the spiritual energy is actually very thin, but compared to the "land with beautiful mountains and clear waters" in the eyes of ordinary people, it is already a bit better. Nowadays, Aquarius Continent is full of mountain forces busy fighting for territory. Cut off a piece and demarcate a piece over there. Otherwise, the dynasty and vassal that has successfully restored the country will send out the Qintianjian Earth Division to help find a new location for the Immortal Mansion on the mountain in their own country. There are several hills that have been spotted by the two of them before, even if human traces

Rarely, there were still monks there, so they were the first to climb up. It was not easy for them to find such a barely accessible mountain top.

The man named Hu Feng chewed licorice and nodded, "I chose this place."

Because the two of them planned to establish a sect, there were actually only two people, Hu Feng and Wu Tijing.

But neither side thought this was a big deal.

The two of them traveled to distant places separately, and then met by chance, but they quickly became friends, and there was no reason to argue.

In fact, the two sides have completely different personalities. One is big-hearted and can be said to be self-confident and arrogant. Anyway, I, Wu Tijing, was born to be a sword cultivator in the fifth realm, sooner or later.

One is broad-minded. Hu Feng has a gentle temperament and usually speaks slowly.

The only similarity is probably that both sides are sword cultivators.

Wu Tijing's eyebrows were flying and he was full of confidence, as if he had the confidence from his mother's womb. He smiled and said: "Hu Feng, in our sect, you will be the leader and take care of the money. I will only be the leader."

When the Patriarch is done, he will definitely become a kendo sect with the prefix Zong, and then you will be the sect leader, well, almost like that Luo Luo Shan Chen Ping'an."

A man in his early forties, a sword cultivator in the Longmen realm.

One is less than twenty years old and a sword cultivator in the Golden Core realm.

Adding all the years together, he is not even a year old, but he has to start building a sect and thinking about the future of the sect.

If we only talk about fairy money, in fact, the two of them together are less than one Grain Rain coin.

"Master? In our sect, it is estimated that there will only be two of us for a long time. Who else can you control besides me?"

Hu Feng said slowly: "There is no comparison with him."

Besides, there is no comparison. Everyone goes his own way and has his own way of living.

Wu Tijing said: "Hu Feng, you should change your habit of belittling yourself in the future and learn more from me."

Hu Feng said: "Your arrogance is also a bad habit. If you don't restrain yourself a little, you will suffer a lot in the future."

Wu Tijing, a young man who really gave people a feeling of madness, burst into laughter, that's why he fell in love with Hu Feng.

It's not like in Zhengyang Mountain. Every time I go out, I'm surrounded by either flattering or flattering gazes, but by some old swordsmen who say some words of approval with pleased faces. Anyway, they're all self-inflicted. I don't understand.

How is Wu Tijing's sword practice? Does it have anything to do with you?

Wu Tijing hesitated for a moment, then squatted down and asked: "You and that guy are from the same hometown and are the same age. Are you familiar with him?"

Hu Feng turned to look at Wu Tijing and smiled, as if to say, it's really rare that Wu Tijing would be so interested in someone.

Wu Tijing twitched his lips, "I'm arrogant, but I'm not a fool. Not only Chen Pingan, but also Liu Xianyang, I can't beat him."

Hu Feng took his time and added three words for him, "temporarily."

Wu Tijing smiled and said: "Otherwise?"

Hu Feng's ancestral home is over Erlang Lane, not far from the ancestral home of the Yuan family in the Shangzhu Kingdom of Dali.

When I was a child, I followed my grandfather, walking around the streets together, repairing dishes and basins, sharpening knives and so on.

Grandpa knew a lot about the old customs in his hometown. He often helped with weddings and weddings, and he could also earn some money to supplement the family income. In addition, grandpa opened a shop selling Spring Festival couplets, window paper and other odds and ends. Hu Feng's life as a child was actually very peaceful.

He is not too poor, but his grandfather’s surname is Chai, while his surname is Hu. The neighbors all say that his grandfather is the bride-in-law, so Hu Feng received a lot of looks when he was a child, and his peers often talked about it, and his grandfather’s name

, it was also when the tomb inscription needed to be carved, that Hu Feng learned about it for the first time.

The shop's business was deserted. During the Chinese New Year, it was only a little open. It might not be open every day. There was only a sissy kiln worker who often came to the business. Occasionally, there would be a dark and skinny little girl who acted as the oil bottle.

, she followed the man who liked to have orchid fingers and didn't say anything. The only impression Hu Feng had on her was that her eyes were very big, which made her face look very small.

The sissy man who was the uncle liked to call her Rouge. In fact, the kiln worker didn't have much money in his pocket. It was probably only his grandfather who didn't dislike him for not being a man and was willing to chat with him for a few more words.

, even if the sissy doesn't buy anything, she won't chase people away. The little girl will sit on the threshold. When she is really hungry, she will call uncle and then go home together.

Grandpa passed away when Hu Feng was a teenager. Hu Feng did not sell the ancestral home. At that time, it seemed that the world had "changed" and everything had become different.

Hu Feng, like the people in the small town, hunted for treasures everywhere, rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and took out the bottles and cans at home, as long as they looked like old objects, to see if they could be sold for money.

Inside, he picked up a bunch of beautiful stones. There were people on Fulu Street and Taoye Lane asking for prices. Hu Feng didn't think much about it. He divided the eight stones, commonly known as snake gallstones, in half. Neither side would offend.

With two sums of money, during those years, I couldn't sleep well every day, and I didn't dare to leave the house for fear of being robbed.

Before that, Hu Feng had met a man of the same age in Mu Ping Alley, named Song Jixin. The old people said that he was the illegitimate son of the superintendent Song, and it was difficult to take him back to the Yamen, so they found someone to resettle Song Jixin.

In that alley, Song Jixin seemed to never be short of money in his pocket. He took a maid with him every day, wandering around idle and showing off.

Hu Feng liked to go to Lao Ci Mountain since he was a child. He often saw a guy named Dong Shuijing, who was also rummaging around there. Everyone picked up their own things. They didn't chat at the beginning, but they often gained something. Later, Hu Feng

Feng discovered that Dong Shuijing liked to choose those broken porcelain pieces with characters on them. Dong Shuijing later took the initiative to find him. The two relatively taciturn children had a tacit understanding of "doing business" and bartering.

In Huang Erniang's wine shop, Hu Feng could often see the doorman named Zheng Dafeng. The man's eyes seemed to have grown on the woman's body.

Every time during the water rush season, Hu Feng would always see a skinny guy of the same age. He seemed to be on the same street as Song Jixin, and they were neighbors, but one was very rich and the other was very poor.

Grandpa did not allow him to get close to the orphan named Chen, but he was not like the old man near Xinghua Lane who spoke so harshly, calling him a "lost star" and a plague boy.

Grandpa just knew a lot of things and just told him to stay away from that person without telling him why.
To be continued...