Ji Changan gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

The countless wind snakes and thunder beasts behind him were roaring and roaring, and the old man behind him was driven by a forced order.

Mr. Gu allowed him to use all his authority in this city to fight him, and at the same time he limited his strength to the third level.

He also claimed that if Ji Changan could defeat him at the same level, all previous agreements could be abolished. Gu Qingyun only had two punches left in his life, and he could come out for him.

When this words popped out of Mr. Gu's mouth, Ji Changan suddenly felt that he saw the dawn, but then he fell into a deeper darkness.

Under the same rank, he, who is in charge of several high-risk powers, is still as weak as an ordinary person in front of Mr. Gu!

No matter it is a wind snake, a thunder beast, or a tornado, or a thunder lightning, it cannot reach within one meter of the old man's body.

The old man walked slowly, and the bloody arrogance that filled his body swallowed everything with his teeth and claws.

The defense like a wall of iron intercepts and eliminates all external things.

"Grandpa Gu, you're a foul!"

Seeing hundreds of wind snakes leaving without returning, but not even breaking the opponent's defense line, Ji Changan gritted his teeth and said.

The old man sneered:

"Foof? I had not yet entered the restricted level, but my spirit had reached liquid state. When I entered the restricted level, I would naturally enter the last level of my spirit."

"Not like you, a little trash, you have reached the limit level, but you don't even have any signs of courage."

"I only took half a month after breaking the restriction level, and with my solid spirit, I broke through the threshold of the saint and entered the strategic level with my solid spirit. Are you now preparing to spend a few years breaking the threshold of the saint?

Five years, ten years, or most of your life? Or are you going to wait for someone to pull you forward?"

Ji Changan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and as soon as he reached the limit level, he stepped into the last level of his courage?

According to common sense, this should correspond to the threshold between the saint and the never-fall!

only……

What principle does this spirit easily resist or swallow the authority he exerts?!

In the observation just now, the wind snakes who came forward to die under his command all lost their granted spirituality under the heavy bloody aura around the old man, and turned into a gentle breeze to dissipate.

The beasts transformed by lightning are treated equally.

The blood-colored aura seemed to deprive the spirituality attached to the authority of the authority and return it to its original appearance.

Fundamentally disintegrate authority!

As if he saw Ji Changan's doubts, the old man sneered:

"If you want to penetrate the stone with a drop of running water, you have to grind it for a few more days. I will give you another three years? After all, no matter how many you have, I can't take it out."

Your trash father has at least taught you a right thing over the years. Do you really think that the war between extrajudicials is a fight between power and throwing each other's ultimate moves hundreds or thousands of meters away?"

For some reason, Ji Chang'an couldn't help but feel the urge to hang up the old man in front of him, but his strength was not allowed.

The old man slowly stretched out his hand, clenched his fist, and said in a calm tone:

"The war between high-level extramaritalists competes for divine power, their own personality, and their spiritual will!"

"And the power of gods is in a sense equivalent to the level of condensation of courage. Do you really think that the boy favored by fate can just take over the 35% of the power of gods of fate and become the master of the power of gods of fate?"

"It took him nearly twenty years to count the traces of the old gods in his body to barely separate himself from the 35% of the divine power of destiny, and let himself be half free from the shackles and suppression of the divine power, and be able to see the light of heaven again."

"And next, if there is no strange adventure, it will take him at least nearly a hundred years to completely cut off the slightest connection between himself and the divine power, and then try to become the master of the divine power and get rid of his fate as a container."

Ji Changan felt his scalp numb, but he didn't expect Grandpa Gu's topic to suddenly change and turn to Li Qiusheng.

And what Grandpa Gu means...

The reason why Li Qiusheng was unable to be seen by anyone in the past was incompatible with the world was because of the divine power of fate that he carries?

Today, Li Qiusheng is just a container that carries the divine power of destiny?!

The old man suddenly sneered:

"Ji Chang'an, do you really don't know what your authority is?"

When he saw Ji Changan faced this problem, the old man shook his head indifferently and said:

"No wonder he is so confused and ineffective. He cheated himself to this level. Who can blame him and who can blame him?"

"It's just asking for trouble."

"Continue to eat punches!"

With a roar, Ji Changan, who was still in a state of disgrace, flew backwards on the spot and was hit on the lower abdomen with a punch. The severe pain like a pectoris instantly flooded his mind.

The old man stood where he was standing, with his right hand back, and took another step forward expressionlessly.

It was as if it was shrinking into an inch. The old man's figure suddenly appeared behind Ji Changan flying backwards in the air, and punched him in the backbone again!

Only a series of sounds of firecrackers bursting, Ji Changan's spine was completely interrupted, and he lay on the ground without moving for a long time.

The fire that burned the soul rose up, and the fire suddenly surged. The pain from the depths of the soul made Ji Changan tremble slightly, and he gritted his teeth and refused to speak.

"Yeah, I didn't call out this time? Should I praise you twice, saying that you have made progress and continue to work hard?"

The old man who walked slowly looked at the boy who was lying on his feet and teased.

Ji Changan held the ground with his hands trembling, trying to get up from the ground.

The broken spine was "recasted" in a short period of time, but the pain did not decrease in half, which made him sweat and feel like he was exhausted.

After the old man held his hands, he looked coldly at the young man who had difficulty getting up from the ground. Before he could stand up straight, he kicked it out like lightning.

Ji Changan disappeared from the spot on the spot, accompanied by the continuous sound of bangs and impacts in the distance.

The sea of ​​fire, which had just disappeared in my mind, was once again vigorous as if a layer of gasoline was poured on, igniting the raging waves!

This kind of scorching pain that was roasted on the fire made him worse than death. He was obviously so painful that he fainted, but he was awakened again in the next second, and so repeated.

Every time I faint and wake up pain, there will be a moment when I feel the most clear, and for Ji Changan, this period is equivalent to falling into hell.

It was as if ten thousand blades burned red with flames were stirring and cutting deep in his soul.

Compared to physical pain, the latter is really nothing.

He kept rolling in pain on the ground, just like those children who rolled all over the ground due to toothache in their childhood. The pain from the depths of his mind made him desperately grab the ground with his head, wishing he could hit him to death, but he gritted his teeth and refused to make a sound.

The heartstrings were tightly tightened, preventing his last energy from falling to the bottom of the valley and contaminating with dust.

The old man looked down at the young man who was tortured by his own fist and was not as good as death. He actually made no mockery for the first time and asked in a squinted manner:

"I finally looked a little bit after taking 73 punches from me, but that's it? That's it? This is your Ji Chang'an's limit?"

"I originally expected that you little trash could take at least two hundred punches at first, but in the end you only had 73 punches, and you reached the limit?"

Ji Changan clenched his fists with both hands, and still didn't know that his fingernails were inserted into the flesh. His nose opened and closed. He kept repeating the process of deep breathing, adjusting the breathing sound as long as possible.

He supported himself with his arms, his half-arched body straightened up with difficulty, and his voice was extremely hoarse.

"continue!"

The old man couldn't help but look different.

It seems that I didn’t expect that the kid could actually say the word “continue” for the first time feeding the boxing!

Good boy, was it you who underestimated my husband's fist arrogance, or did I underestimate you in the past?!

The old man laughed instead of anger, and the force of punching now increased by more than double!

This punch should be calculated by an ordinary hundred punches, it depends on whether you, Ji Changan, have the ability to follow!

If I follow it, I will naturally teach you well!

I can't take it, tsk, it's just a little waste, what's the matter with me?

The old man's fist and aura refers to Ji Chang'an's soul origin. It emphasizes the use of his own spirit to refine his spirit, temper his impurities, and supplement his soul's foundation, which is equivalent to laying a solid foundation for him.

It is to make preparations in advance in a subtle way to make preparations for him to suddenly take on the high position of "falling from the sky" in the future.

cost.

Naturally, one rises and the other falls.

The old man is at the cost of constantly destroying his own courage, and even the spirit that has already been integrated with his courage, just to allow Ji Changan to grow rapidly and shorten his growth time.

But these things are the old man is destined not to say a word to Ji Chang'an.

A word is too much.

If you, Ji Changan, cannot condense your spirit within half a month, how can you be worthy of my energy?!

And under this punch.

Ji Changan found that he had not flew backwards as before and was smashed into a tall building.

He stood there abnormally, without retreating.

Then his feet suddenly became soft and he almost knelt on the ground. However, the young man grabbed the fence beside him with his right hand and refused to let go, so he forced his knees to not kneel down.

The roar echoed in his mind, and the feeling of transcending "pain" swept across every corner of his mind.

Ji Changan suddenly realized that his five senses were slowly moving towards dullness.
To be continued...