The connection between the spirit and the body is extremely subtle.

Although he did not suffer any substantial damage, An Qisheng's body trembled slightly when he climbed the steps, as if he had experienced a severe and cold change.

Feng Mingtao shook his head and followed.

The white mist was steaming above the Golden Palace. Before everyone could come up, they felt the hot wind shop, just like a large stove burning in front of the Golden Palace, and they couldn't help but stop.

This white gas is very similar to the water vapor produced after water boils, and the temperature is extremely high.

In the ruins in front of the Golden Palace filled with white mist, Taoist Juechen sat cross-legged, his chest was undulating, and a humming sound like a train was started in his body.

Under the rolling white mist, it is like a true immortal coming to the ordinary.

"Is this white mist coming from Taoist Master Juechen?"

Feng Mingtao was shocked.

The thick white mist was actually made by the heat emitted from him evaporated from the rain.

Hurry ~

An Qisheng listened with his ears, and felt that the sound of rivers rushing in the air seemed to be heard, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.

This huge heat is actually because of the heat spontaneous discharge of the pores after the blood in Juechen Taoist's body flows rapidly.

This is not the temperature that a person can generate. The large boilers for heating a small community in the middle of winter are nothing more than this!

call!

suck!

At one moment, the wind blew away the rolling white mist before the Golden Palace.

The white mist dissipated, and everyone saw that the platform in front of the Golden Palace had become ruins, and the stone slabs that had been hit by wind and rain for many years were broken into powder.

He stepped on it and sank into his knees.

Even if you find a few rollers to press here, you will definitely not be able to achieve this effect in just ten minutes.

Everyone couldn't help but be shocked.

Taoist Juechen waved his sleeves and stood up in the ruins:

"Come on here."

"Master, are you okay?"

Yi Feibai was the first to go to the high platform, and the rest of them followed closely.

An Qisheng and the other two were one step behind.

"He can't kill me in Wudang Mountain."

The Taoist Juechen's eyes passed through everyone and fell on An Qisheng:

"What's your name?"

Although he closed his eyes and breathed, he was not unaware of the outside world, so he could naturally feel Mu Longcheng's actions.

This surprised him a little.

Mu Longcheng was very proud and regarded others as uncivilized savages. As long as he did not provoke him, he would not bother to take a look.

What's the difference between this boy?

Others, including Feng Mingtao, were also a little surprised when they saw An Qisheng's eyes.

Why can this person be asked about his name by people like Mu Long City and Taoist Master Juechen?

It looks ordinary.

"Reply to Taoist Master, my name is An Qisheng."

An Qisheng stepped forward and answered with his fists.

"I'm not bad, not bad."

Taoist Juechen nodded.

"Master, has Mulong City surpassed the immortality of seeing the gods..."

The short middle-aged Mei Liangxin couldn't help but ask.

The other people also looked at Taoist Juechen. As warriors, they always have expectations for the peak realm.

"If you surpass the gods that you see are not destroyed, today's old Taoist will not be spared."

The Taoist Juechen looked at Yang Tian and saw that the dark clouds had dissipated. Between the clouds, a red sun was revealed halfway:

"I'm tired today, please come back another day."

Everyone wanted to say more, and Taoist Juechen had disappeared before the Golden Palace while his sleeves were brushing.

Seeing this, everyone had no choice but to give up and shake their heads to prepare to go down the mountain.

"Let's leave too, there will be more tourists later."

Feng Mingtao called An Qisheng and was ready to go down the mountain.

"I'm going to take a little rest, you can go down the mountain first."

An Qisheng waved his hand, looked for a stairs next to the platform, and sat down at Wudang Mountain, which was shrouded in mist after the rain.

The previous look of Mu Longcheng made him feel the breath of life and death.

At this time, his spirit was not calmed down, and there was still a stinging pain in his body.

"Forget it, come together, it's not good to leave you alone."

Feng Mingtao shook his head and found a clean place to sit down.

“Mulong City….”

An Qisheng's eyes were half closed, and in front of him, there seemed to be stars shining.

The light spots were rotating like stars in his perspective. These were all the spiritual panels he could "dream into his dreams" over the past few months.

Among them are Wang Honglin, Wang Anfeng, Li Yan, Feng Mingtao, and scholars and experts such as Daniel.

And as his thoughts moved, a "star" suddenly lit up among the stars, which narrowed down and occupied the entire field of view:

[Mulong City, born in Kaiyuan in 9760, without states...]

【Dream time (ten seconds)】

During his brief contact, he had collected all the information of all the warriors on Wudang Mountain this time.

Including Taoist Juechen and Mulong City.

"Only ten seconds?"

An Qisheng was a little shocked.

As his body changes in the past few months, his dream time has gradually increased, and he has realized that Wang Honglin's state has reached eleven minutes.

This Mulong City is only ten seconds!

"Forget it, let's talk about it later."

An Qisheng thought and withdrew from the perspective.

Ten seconds were too short. If he accidentally passed, he fainted on the top of Wudang Mountain.

Let's try it slowly later.

Now, there is still something to do.

"They all left?"

An Qisheng glanced at the stone steps covered with clouds and mist, and Yi Feibai and others could no longer see it.

"Go away."

Feng Mingtao turned around and a smile flashed across his rough face:

"What's wrong with you staying this time? Could it be that Taoist Master Juechen wants to see you alone?"

"You're smart."

An Qisheng also smiled. Feng Mingtao was thick on the outside and thin on the inside, so he didn't hide it from him.

However, he had no intention of hiding him, so he might as well go down the mountain first, and climbing alone would not be much time.

"Master Juechen really wants to see you?"

Feng Mingtao was shocked:

"It shouldn't be like what the novel says, so you must pass on the merits."

"You're thinking too much."

An Qisheng stood up:

"It should be something to ask me."
To be continued...