The scattered people are Yan Changsha.

Instead of begging for the Tao to meet Yan Changsha.

An Qisheng listened, and a hint of admiration appeared in his eyes.

To concessions, beg for the elites of the Tao to protect the preservation.

Inviting the battle is to relieve the possible grudges in An Qisheng's heart, to compensate for the feelings of the master and disciple of Mulong City, and to the heart of his own martial arts.

As a leader, he is undoubtedly qualified, and as a warrior, he is not inferior to others.

Xuanxing has nearly 20 billion people, and there are less than two palms of the magical warrior. Such a person, if it is not the limitations of the world, will achieve more than that. No matter what his position is, he is a hero among the people.

With one move, Yan Changsha's distracting thoughts disappeared.

In his eyes, the world seemed to have disappeared, leaving only An Qisheng, a great enemy that he had never seen in his life.

"Sanren, An Qisheng."

An Qisheng slowly raised his hand and looked calm:

"please!"

"I have a question, have you really found a way out?"

Yan Changsha's eyes flashed and he asked a question that everyone present could not help but pay attention to.

In the thousands of years of Daxuan, there are too many people who want to pursue the future, but until now, with such advanced technology, no one knows what the road above God is.

Even Mulong City has only touched the way forward, rather than really entering the way forward.

As everyone was watching, An Qisheng nodded slowly:

"yes!"

He knew very well how difficult it was to seek immortality in a place where the spirits were.

He dreamed of a thousand years, planned and made plans for three thousand years, and until now, he had just stepped out of this unprecedented and doomed road.

Without such luck, how difficult is it to set out on the road ahead?

From seeking the way, to seeking the way, to begging for the way.

Who can understand the changes?

If you can seek the truth with pride, why beg?

Who can say that this is humble?

He disagreed, but he had to respect him.

"really."

After hearing the accurate answer, Yan Changsha's eyes shone with a ray of light and slowly closed it.

Ding ~

As he closed his eyes, his muscles and bones all over his body made a sound of gold and jade collision.

His spine stood up straight.

It can be seen from the naked eye that the large tendons under his membrane are tight, and the full momentum rises to the highest level as the qi and blood are transported.

This mixed-race leader of the Beggar Association, when he saw the magic warrior, his spirit seemed to be sublimated at this moment, and his whole life was thriving. He was not as arrogant as the sun, but like a grass breaking through the ground after the rain.

Fresh, sunny, and full of vitality, just like a rising child.

At the same time, there was no impurity in his slowly opened eyes, as clear as a baby who had not yet grown out of his swagger.

Get rid of all the crazy and distracting thoughts, it is purely clear like a baby.

Faced with this unprecedented enemy, he instantly improved his state to the highest level!

"good!"

An Qisheng's eyes moved and he took the lead in taking action.

More than thirty meters away, his attack has arrived!

Bang!

An Qisheng stood in different places, and with his palms and pushes, the gale wind visible to the naked eye had hit more than 30 meters away!

For a moment, the air waves started and the wind roared!

"This is Gangjin Kung Fu?!"

With this move, Geng Chenglong and the other two who had just gotten up suddenly had their eyes dull.

After holding the elixir to form a gang, there is a saying that one inch of the air is hitting an inch. Even if you see the god, the kneading of the air flow and the gang force is greatly improved, you have never heard of the saying that three inches of the air is separated by the air.

Even in the story book, the three-foot qi is an extremely exaggerated description.

And at this time, thirty meters.

The qi that An Qi exerted actually reached thirty meters!

call!

Yan Changsha's clothes were instantly torn apart by the airflow, revealing his perfect body as white jade.

Before the gale wind and his body, he had already stepped out one step.

This step was like walking in the garden, like a scholar on his outing. At the same time, his palms slashed together, his fingers were like a knife, like the morning light of dawn, and like meteors in the night. In a flash, the turbulent wind had been broken.

Gangjin hit thirty meters, a scene that was so mythical that it seemed to have no effect on him.

As the steps were turning, the arms were waving, like holding an iron ball, or like kneading the qi, howling with the gust of wind, blinking thirty meters, swinging both arms, swinging right, like a sled hammer,

Hit at An Qisheng!

Ten thousand fists are inseparable from Tai Chi power!

Any internal martial arts type has Tai Chi power, not Tai Chi.

The dragon elephant in Mulong City is the most yang, but the disciples he taught have fists out of the most yin!

An Qi grew up and stood up, his mind moved slightly, and slowly pressed his raised arms, swung them with him, facing the arm that seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer.

After sixty years of Jiufu Realm, his Tai Chi power has already reached an extremely high level.

The arm swings, visible to the naked eye, and the void seems to be flowing into water, moving with its arms, and dozens of meters of air flowing into the forest are like swallows entering the forest.

In a trance, Yan Changsha seemed to see a huge black and white Tai Chi diagram!

Boom!

Then, it seemed like thunder blew down, the air waves surging and dust spread, and the surrounding floors could not bear such force, shattered inch by inch, flying backwards, like artillery shells, hitting the surroundings overwhelmingly!

A number of masters from the Beggar Association avoided these scattered floor tiles and gravels.

But their eyes were always far away, and the two people were fighting.

Bang ~

Among the dust raised, there seemed to be a sound, and there seemed to be dozens of collisions at the same time.

Then everything came to silence.

The invisible aura spread, pressing down inch by inch, pressing down all the stormy dust airflow.

"leader!"

Many masters of the Beggar Association exclaimed.

In the falling dust, Yan Changsha, who was covered in shattered clothes, sat cross-legged in front of a pair of footprints, staring blankly into the distance.

But there was no trace of breath.

He is dead.

...........

god!

There is a god in the East!

The overseas underground world is in full swing!

During this trip to the west, An Qisheng took action without mercy along the way, destroying seventeen well-known mercenary groups. In public, he overwhelmed the entire mercenary association and killed Yan Changsha, the new leader of the mercenary association.

Including Mulong City, there is a faint beggar meeting of the No. 1 underground organization overseas, and two major leaders died at his hands!

Such news instantly caused a sensation in the entire overseas underground world.

The spread of Xuanxing news is far from comparable to that of Jiufu Realm. He has not yet left Bacheng, and the sun has not set, the Flange Kingdom, the Golden Eagle Kingdom... and the mercenary group immediately canceled all plans against him.

The 1.8 billion bounty is enough to make people crazy, but no one is willing to do the task that is truly dying.

What's more, the reward from the Beggar Association was cancelled immediately.

On the dark web, An Qisheng's name was quietly cut off from the list of rewards that fueled the fire. The world tower admitted its conscience, which was much more straightforward than anyone else.

Even, intelligence departments in many countries have held small-scale meetings and formulated various response plans for him.
To be continued...