As soon as the words fell, the road suddenly became calm.

An Qisheng's face was plain and a smile appeared in his eyes.

In history, when a wise man tells fortunes with people, he must hold people by saying three sentences, which is terrifying and shocking to heaven and earth. Only in this way can he take the initiative.

Although Han Changgong was a skill of looking for qi, able to demonstrate military power and calculate national destiny, he could not get rid of the fact that he was born as a sorcerer in the martial arts world.

An Qisheng naturally understood this point.

Although the two met for the first time, when Huang Fu practiced the Wanyun Hope Qi Technique, he had already seen Han Changgong thousands of times, so naturally he would not know his background.

Therefore, he said lightly without blinking his eyes:

"The wise man in the martial arts world has his own words. He should first observe his intentions when he gets the words, and be attentive when he speaks! Mr. Han has mastered his skills, but there is no need to say much about these words."

Because of Huang Fu, he had no disgust towards Han Changgong, but he was too lazy to play a video with him.

After being seen through the words, Han Changgong's face remained unchanged.

After only looking at An Qisheng's eyes, he said a little strangely:

"Although the Taoist priest's face is a long-lived appearance, it is not a very noble appearance. He must have a disaster in his destiny, and his life span is difficult for a hundred years..."

Life is only 100 years old?

An Qisheng's heart moved. If there was no other arrival, Old Taoist Wang Quan was afraid that his body would be cold at this time. This was a good thing.

But on his face, his eyes turned cold:

"Are you cursing me?"

Huh ~

As the words fall, there is a bone-breaking cold current.

‘This old Taoist is so killing…’

Han Changgong felt a little smile on his face:

"There is a limit to physiognomy, and it is difficult to see it all. Maybe I read it wrong..."

"Master!"

After being stimulated by the murderous intent, Gui Xiaoer suddenly woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw An Qisheng who was facing Han Changgong far away. His eyes changed immediately:

"The Taoist priest is merciful!"

Gui Xiaoer was anxious.

Before, Huang Fu asked him to go and report the news, but Han Changgong didn't want to notice it, so he took it with him directly.

He saw all the battle on the city wall, and was shocked by An Qisheng's peerless killing nature.

Seeing the two confrontation, they couldn't help it anymore and jumped up.

"Waiter!"

Han Changgong glared at him, then tidied up his sleeves and looked at An Qisheng:

"Everyone in the world says that Taoist priests are extremely murderous, but Han knows that Chang is not a bloodthirsty person!"

An Qisheng has only been rising for two years, and he has killed thousands of people. Everyone is afraid of him like a tiger. At this time, some people say that he is not tired of killing.

Gui Xiaoer couldn't help but suck his face.

The road is still solemn and slaughterful, An Qisheng does not agree:

"Yeah?"

"The murderous intentions of six thousand miles are all vented. The Taoist priest was full of spiritual light at this time and his nature was clear. I was afraid that he had achieved perfection and had acted like Wuming again, but it was not worth the loss."

Han Changgong sighed slightly.

Although he met for the first time, he had already learned An Qisheng's condition based on what he saw from his eyes. Therefore, after Ji Chonghua and others were wiped out, he still dared to come.

Ordinary people are distracted and have half-hearted intentions. Whenever they make up their minds, they will forget them again when they turn around. They are so distracted and have no gathering.

Those who are successful in martial arts should strictly discipline themselves and have a firm mind. Once they make a decision, they will not be shaken by external things. However, all kinds of distracting thoughts still arise and are difficult to condense.

"Yin Shen leaves the body" is the only way for the divine veins, but not everyone is qualified to condense the "Yin Shen".

An Qisheng was at this time in an extremely strange state, harmonious and perfect, the Yin God was strong and distracting thoughts did not arise, and it was almost ten out of ten after passing through the Yin God left the body.

He could not achieve this state when he passed by the Shura field and was unable to kill himself.

When everyone was shocked by An Qi's life-and-death nature and dared not approach him, he knew that An Qi's life might be the most peaceful time at this time.

"You've read this wrong."

An Qisheng shook his head.

His state of mind has long been cultivated to a state where his nature is like a mirror hanging high, and no distracting thoughts are lingering in his heart. How can he be troubled by distracting thoughts?

After walking through these six thousand miles, he was more about sorting out his spirit, martial arts, and realizing the transformation of "God".

When practicing, practice is a natural result and natural way.

In his opinion, the breakthrough is just a side-minded path.

Those who seek breakthroughs in battle are often beaten to death.

With the general trend, it is also the same, and Feng Qingxuan’s past is not far away.

What he experienced was the spiritual cleansing of the general trend and fighting against a country's spirit, rather than using this general trend to make breakthroughs.

"Okay, Mr. Han is afraid that I will start a massacre, but he doesn't have to. He rises up and returns intrigue, that's all."

An Qisheng gently stroked the red tassel on the gun and said calmly:

"I'm here just to tell you that things in the world are not as good as they want. He is also a human being, not a god!"

Han Changgong was shocked, and he felt that the old Taoist priest was extremely familiar with him.

Every sentence is just right, strange and inexplicable.

"Han will tell you truthfully...but what Han said before is not a lie."

After a moment of silence, Han Changgong slowly looked up and looked at An Qisheng lightly:

"Even if the Taoist priest changed his fate and survived the death disaster that he should have experienced, it was only a 6-year-old. After the 6-year-old, it is the Taoist priest's Tianshou!"

"After a hundred years..."

An Qisheng muttered to himself slightly.

Tiansheng is different from the death disaster. The calamity can be avoided, avoided, eliminated, but the life span is the limit, but it is the destiny of heaven. If you want to survive Tiansheng, you must take your life to heaven!

However, he is only in his nineties, and he is still very young based on his lifespan of the divine meridian.

Unless he doesn't want to live anymore, there is no reason to die at the age of 160, right?

"That's all, let's say goodbye!"

After Han Changgong bowed, the Golden Eagle King had already descended from the sky.

He had a leap forward, and he had already carried Gui Xiaoer up a hundred feet high, and landed steadily on the back of the Golden Eagle King.

He was about to leave when he suddenly heard An Qisheng's ordinary voice sound in his ears:

"If you can treat me but not yourself, it is difficult for a person to meet me. If you look at the qi, it is difficult for you to look at yourself... If you look at me, I will also look at you once."

Aside the snow-covered road, An Qisheng sat cross-legged and looked quiet:

"The building will collapse, but it is hard to hold the sky. It is better to withdraw this morning and follow me to be a Taoist priest."

His eyes were deep and his words were plain, but what he said shocked Han Changgong.

He knows, too?

Huang Fu even told him this?

Or...

Han Changgong's eyes narrowed, then he laughed a long time, driving the eagle to fly away in the sky:

“So what?”

Huhu~~

Withered yellow land leaves hang down between the ground.

An Qisheng took the gun and left, and a few flashes, and it disappeared.

The breeze blew through the woods, and the snow fell down, which also blew away An Qisheng's sigh.

"I hope you don't regret it next time I see you..."

While waiting for Han Chang Palace to land, he had already dreamed of Ji Chonghua and saw more things than Cao Tiangang, Liu Yanchang and even Han Chang Palace.

For example, although Ji Chonghua didn't know which one of the divine weapons in the royal city was, he had truly seen the scene of the divine weapons showing its might.

And according to An Qisheng's speculation.

That divine weapon of heaven and man may be...
To be continued...