Wang Anfeng walked slowly on the road.

Behind him, a hundred meters away, I have followed a large number of people in the world.

In the past few days, his name has already made a name in the Fufeng River and Lake, and he has not deliberately covered his movements. His every move is naturally seen by people.

The world is vast, so there is naturally no shortage of people who like to watch the fun.

What's more, such an interesting thing.

Wang Anfeng turned a blind eye to those hot, curious, or malicious eyes.

He just walked forward slowly.

The eyes were calm.

In his opinion, this is Mo Dao, or the last battle of Daoman. After today, this identity can hide in the world and no longer appear in the world.

But this short few days of disguise has given him a completely different feeling.

The Buddhist scriptures he practiced were based on the Diamond Sutra, which refers to the core point of the Buddhist principles of no self, no sentient beings, and all appearances are not appearances.

The nature and character of "Sword Crazy" are completely different from Wang Anfeng and even from the uneven meaning. They use killing to save people from the sea of ​​suffering and are indifferent to others. They do not leave any living under the long sword.

Bookkeeping is to treat others gently and show mercy everywhere.

But the difficulty in calming one's mind is anger, so the murder is a life-threatening one.

At this time, he slowly moved forward. The clothes he was specially refined for him by Mr. Ying. When he fought, the faster the internal force was running, the lighter the clothes were. At this time, he had not mobilized his internal force, so he was extremely heavy and almost felt like he was carrying a green mountain. Step by step, each step, his three identities appeared in his mind.

With every step, these three identities are a little lighter.

In the end, he was focused on it.

All appearances are not appearances.

In the meridians, the vital energy that reached the sixth grade was fully reached. At this time, it seemed that it felt a unique stimulation, which accelerated unconsciously, and the inner strength of the young man's seventh grade golden bell cover spread unconsciously, outlining Wang Anfeng's left and right voids, but slowly dissipated. It had never caused a strange phenomenon in his eyes visible to the naked eye like a normal sixth grade master.

Behind Wang Anfeng, a warrior in black frowned, looked at the young warrior who was moving forward slowly in front of him and whispered:

"What is this guy doing?"

"I heard that Bu Lao Pavilion has sent a master out of the mountain and walked so slowly, wouldn't he be caught? Even if his martial arts skills are very high, isn't it too much?"

He still had half of the rest of the sentence he had not said.

In the world, there are too arrogant masters who die under the knife every day.

Others were puzzled, shook their heads, thought for a while, lowered their voices and said:

"I don't know, maybe he has his own plans?"

"After all, he is a sixth-grade master in the world. What he thinks is probably different from ours, right?"

At the end of everyone, a young man in a blue and white Taoist robe yawned lazily, sat down on the back of a gray donkey, raised his eyes to look at Wang Anfeng who was walking slowly in front of him, with a lazy look in his eyes, but there seemed to be a trace of strangeness.

Where his sight touched.

Every time the young man took a step, he was just the same, regardless of his pace or distance.

The next moment's action seemed to be just a replica of the previous moment, with a faint awkward feeling, as if everything around him was following the way, but that person was separated from this rule.

Slowly, even this faint change seemed to disappear. The young man seemed to be standing in place, and the surrounding mountains, rivers, heaven and earth naturally slid towards the back, forming a discomfortable but rather mysterious temperament.

Mu Shanxue's eyes were slightly brighter, and a lazy smile appeared slightly on the corner of her mouth.

interesting……

There was also a woman in the crowd. Suddenly, the Taoist priest who was too lazy to be like a dead dog curled up slightly, his eyes were clear, and he had a sense of being handsome and outspoken. He couldn't help but light his eyes, and gently touched his companion next to him with his elbow and said softly:

"Hey, look over there..."

Next to him was a woman in her early twenties, carrying a long green sword on her back. She subconsciously turned her head and said:

"What's wrong?"

"Look at the Taoist priest over there..."

The woman with swordsman glanced at her, then withdrew her gaze and said, "Hey, aren't you the most lazy man who is too lazy to have bones, so you run away from home and travel around the world? Why did you change your temperament today?"

The woman who spoke before was slightly stunned, subconsciously turned her head to look, and said:

"Laggy? No..."

The sound came to an abrupt end.

The Taoist priest's ethereal temperament has only existed for less than a moment. At this time, it was soft and limping on the donkey's back. The Taoist robe helmet was pure white and hung down below. Although it was handsome, its temperament was really lazy and powerless. It was as chaotic as an old crane with hair loss. It looked at the sky weakly and murmured:

“So tired…”

"The 271st day after leaving my junior brother."

"Miss him."

"So tired, so boring, so sleepy..."

……………………………………

Guangfeng City has appeared behind the extreme sight.

And that station is closer.

Waves emerged from Wang Anfeng's calm eyes, which were as calm as water.

For more than thirty miles, it was really not a distance for a warrior like him who had achieved success in his practice. With his eyesight, he could see the convoy of Bulao Pavilion outside the door and the red tassels hanging high above the post station, as if they were fierce flames dancing with the wind.

This means that everything is normal in the plan.

The mind is stable.

But it fell into the lake of my heart like a ray of flame, causing slight ripples, and then it instantly rose like boiling oil.

Mu Shanxue's lazy body suddenly stiffened.

His pupils opened slightly, and subconsciously a lazy donkey rolled around, purred, got up, and looked in the direction of Wang Anfeng.

The boy's black hair, which was originally hanging on his shoulders, moved without wind, and the air around him slowly and firmly began to twist.

A low scream came from the crowd.

All warriors who walk around the world recognize the signs that seem ordinary in the eyes of this ordinary people.

A series of stagnant eyes fell within three feet of Wang Anfeng's body.

Then the sight became hot instantly.

Wang Anfeng had no feelings about external affairs and walked forward slowly.

Accompanied by steady and quiet steps, another illusory and real "self" appeared on the left, wearing a blue shirt, carrying a wooden sword, and a clean and gentle smile.

On the right, I held a bamboo sword in my hand, with a ferocious squid on my face, and a decisive and sharp temperament.

The sword was green and dragged onto the ground.

The boy's footsteps suddenly stopped.

I slowly raised my eyes and looked at the inn that was only a hundred meters ahead.

…………………………………………

In the post station, Gongsun Jing was laughing loudly.

A faint voice suddenly came from my ears and said:

“Plan change.”

The man's expression changed slightly deep in his pupils.

at the same time.

A hundred meters away, Wang Anfeng, who had stopped for a full stick of incense, finally took a step forward slowly under the quiet gaze of the warriors.

After this step, three steps seemed to be heard.

In his mood, the "bookkeeper" wearing a blue shirt.

Holding a bamboo sword in hand, the "intention is hard to calm down".

The sword maniac who carried the ink sword and used his evil deeds to kill the evil ones also took a step forward at the same time.

So it became one in an instant.

In a trance, there seemed to be some people in their ears to be happy, some people clapped their hands and laughed, and chanted endlessly.

There is no self, no other appearance, no sentient beings.

You can see that all appearances are not appearances.

A circle of air waves blew from Wang Anfeng's feet, and in an instant, swept across the world. The people behind him subconsciously stopped, as if an invisible river was isolated from the young man who was moving forward. He and others were still on this shore, while the young man in front had already stepped into the middle stream.

One step away is the difference between heaven and earth.

It was difficult for everyone to take a step forward, but the gray donkey seemed to have no effect. He took slow steps and kept moving forward and followed the boy.

Wang Anfeng slowly raised his right hand and stroked it on the hilt of the knife behind his back.

Step thirty-seven steps ahead.

Pull up the ink knife.

So, there was a sharp and fierce aura that soared into the sky, as if declaring war, pointing directly at the ten-foot-high station.

The long red flag dances endlessly.

Inside the station, several people suddenly stood up.

The last sentence was also left in Gongsun Jing's ear.

"Fake a fake show and help him break through..."

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Chapter completed!