When they looked at each other, both of them were praised.

When their martial arts reach this point, they no longer look at people with superficial appearance and demeanor, but they look at their gods.

An Qisheng glanced at him and felt that under the old man's majestic body as a lion, there was a rebellious heart, his divine intention was as straight as the Great Rook of the Nine Heavens, arrogant and domineering, cruel and arrogant.

For Yan Kuangtu, this Taoist man sat cross-legged, his divine intention was as bright as the sun, and his divine intention was magnificent and without any trace of distortion. Whether it was spiritual cultivation or divine intention, he was all perfect.

The body of Qi and Vein can nourish such a divine intention, which is no less than that of Kunpeng in the pool water, which makes him surprised.

With such a divine intention, not to mention Taiyin Wuji, even if you follow the path of Sun Wuji, you may be 70% likely.

No wonder he is so confident that he doesn't even care about himself being on the side.

It’s no wonder that it is impossible to kill the divine vein. Such a divine intention has approached Taiyin Wuji infinitely. There are only eight or nine people who can fight him in the weapon chart.

There seems to be no difference between whether the divine veins are formed or not in this state.

"The name of Yan Kuangtu is well-known."

An Qisheng withdrew his eyes.

Yan Kuangtu has no hostility because no one in this world can fight him with a child.

Pang Wanyang cannot do it, and Yan Kuangtu cannot do it.

He was bullied ten feet long, which was a provocation to ordinary divine veins, but to him, it showed kindness.

Because everyone in the world knows that he is unparalleled in physical fitness and is strong in a horizontal manner. The closer the distance is, the greater the advantage he has on him.

"I don't want to stay in seclusion for three years, but a person like Taoist brother appeared in the world."

Yan Kuangtu stood with his hands behind his back, sighing slightly.

He has gray hair, his appearance is not good, he is ugly, and he is definitely not handsome, but his every move has a natural beauty.

It seems that the world is cooperating with his every move.

Next to him, the boy kept looking at An Qisheng, as if he was quite curious about him.

An Qisheng just smiled and asked, "Brother Yan came from afar, for some reason?"

"Just really think about moving. Yan is a person who can't stay idle. He went out of seclusion for three years. He heard about the deeds of Dao brother defeating the Dafeng court, so he came to see him."

Yan Kuangtu smiled slightly.

He had a very bad relationship with the court in his life. He had many disputes with the court before the establishment of the Dalongmen. He did not restrain himself until the establishment of the Dalongmen, but he had no good feelings for the court.

On the contrary, I naturally have more favorable feelings for An Qisheng.

"Brother Yan seems to have a lot of dissatisfaction with the court."

An Qisheng heard the dissatisfaction in his tone and shook his head slightly: "I heard that your Dalongmen ruled in Youzhou, and the officials, county magistrates and generals of the court must obey your wishes. How could he still be dissatisfied with the court?"

Although Yan Kuangtu has not been in the martial arts world for a long time, he has been able to be among the top sects in the world in just a few decades. How could he not know?

Compared to the calm and low-key nature of Huangjue Temple, the Dalongmen is even more arrogant and arrogant. All the sects of Youzhou are surrendered. Anyone who is in Youzhou, from the change of officials to the crossing of Shangshang, they have to pass through the checkpoint of the Dalongmen.

And Youzhou is also the most peaceful province among the seventy-three prefectures of Dafeng.

Whether it is a bandit, a bandit, a horse thief or a big thief, there is no one who dares to go to Youzhou to commit crimes!

This is not a sect, it is simply a country among the country.

"That's true, I can't afford to see him. A man who is arrogant at first and respectful at the same time is a villain. What is the court who is arrogant at first and respectful at the same time?"

Speaking of the court, Yan Kuangtu's face suddenly became dark and he asked:

"Brother Dao knows how much does Pang Wanyang, the first in the devil's way, kill people in his life? How much does Yan kill people?"

"I don't know."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

"Pang Wanyang killed thousands of people in his life. Yan was not talented, ten times more powerful than him! However, our killing karma is not enough for the court to be absent!"

Yan Kuangtu looked plain and said:

"When I was a child, there was a great disaster in Youzhou. Yin Yingguang, the governor of Youzhou, concealed it without reporting it for promotion, did not think about disaster relief, and only enjoyed it. In order to ensure political achievements, he collected food from the mountain villages to supply the city. It was only one year, and the mountain villages in Youzhou were almost empty!

To survive for my brother, my mother cooked a pot of minced meat after my father starved to death…”

"Uncle!"

But the boy held his hand with a pale face.

This was not the first time he heard this, but whenever he heard it, he felt chilled in his heart. He could not imagine how terrifying and despair it was at that time.

"It's time to kill!"

An Qisheng sighed softly.

In the year of a real disaster, there are many things about changing children and eating, but can they say that they are vicious by nature?

Between life and death, there are only a few eminent monks and great masters who can see through it, let alone disaster victims?

Sadly, in the years of major disasters, the victims who starve the most are often farmers who plant the most food, but they still starve to death.

Land crops nourished by the spiritual energy of the world for a long time will never starve to death unless they encounter major disasters and encounter heavy taxes.

"I've said too much."

Yan Kuangtu stopped talking about this matter and said:

"Brother Dao may as well pass the tribulation first."

"But there is no hurry. What's the point of asking Lei to wait for a while?"

An Qisheng's expression was calm, neither fast nor slow.

Yan Kuangtu was slightly surprised. His divine veins were so close that they were within reach. If anyone else had to cross that threshold first before saying anything else.

This Taoist Wang Quan was able to calm down so much, which shows his state of mind.

As he said this, the dark clouds of the thunderstorm in the sky were not dispersed, but the thunder seemed to be in contact but not emanating, as if they were maintaining a balance.

The boy was amazed.

"Haha, not bad, what if God waits for a while!"

Yan Kuangtu laughed loudly, only to feel that although this Taoist is gentle, his temper is quite in line with his wishes.

"Brother Yan is here to meet Pang Wanyang on February 2 next year, right?"

An Qisheng looked at Yan Kuangtu. Although he was asking questions, he was actually sure.

People like Yan Kuangtu have few things that can arouse their interest in the world. He calls himself a single husband, so he naturally does not take glory and wealth into consideration. Those who pursue it throughout his life are nothing more than the way of heaven and man.

And today, the closest thing to the way of heaven and man is naturally Pang Wanyang.

"It's exactly this."

Yan Kuangtu nodded slightly, and did not hide it:

"When I have achieved my merits and experiences, I want to fight and fight. What I want is not the victory or defeat of the battle, nor the loyalty of human beings, but the sublimation and elevation of the divine will between life and death, and capture the sympathy of the aura in the dark, so as to seek a glimpse of the great way of heaven and man.

In this world, only Pang Wanyang is the best opponent. It would be a pity to miss it."

After reaching such a level of martial arts, wealth, and powerful beauties are all within their reach. But what they really pursue is no longer such a thing.

Only the great way of heaven and man is their pursuit.

In fact, as early as twenty years ago, he climbed the Six Prisons Holy Mountain, but at that time, he turned around and left as soon as he saw Pang Wanyang, knowing that he was no match for him.

It was not until this time that he practiced Taiyin Wuji that his martial arts finally had no choice but to go out of seclusion and wanted to find him for a battle to see through his last move.

"What a pity?"

An Qisheng just shook his head.

He naturally understood the pursuit of all the divine veins. However, he did not agree with it.

The so-called Tao is not to be sought outside, so why should we entrust others to the hands of others?

Do you have to have masters of the same level fight to get promoted?

If not, wouldn’t it be impossible to enter?

"Brother Dao seems to disagree?"

Yan Kuangtu raised his eyebrows slightly.

He was not an extraordinary person with an ordinary face, but as he raised his eyebrows, his whole demeanor became completely different.

With his long eyebrows, he looks sharp and unyielding, but it is not because he is hostile, but because he is originally in his heart.

"It's not that I don't agree, it's just..."

An Qisheng smiled lightly:

"If I want to kill someone, it must be because I want to kill him, not to get anything. There is no need for other people to reward them, let alone my own way."

Yan Kuangtu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he could hear the meaning of An Qisheng's words.

"Brother Dao's words are reasonable, but they are just reasonable. For example, although I was not such an outstanding person two hundred years ago, I was even more clever than me now. But he was cautious for two hundred years, and he had seen that change of energy?

The reason why he made an appointment with Pang Wanyang was because he had only this only chance.

But once I see this, I may not be able to make much stronger. The bottleneck is the bottleneck. If I can’t get through for a long time, I may not get through for three hundred years!”

Yan Kuangtu smiled faintly:

"It would rather seek defeat or die. Yan's great man would survive?"

"Pang Wanyang's divine intention was coming from his body that day. In fact, one move was not finished, but the body of the sheep and snake could not carry all the essence of his move..."

Upon hearing this, An Qisheng didn't say much and said:

"If Brother Yan fights him, his chances of winning will not exceed 30%.

"Thirty percent?"

Hearing this, Yan Kuangtu was not annoyed and nodded:

"In my opinion, it's more than 30%. However, it's still necessary to know about fighting."

"This is a good word."

An Qisheng sat cross-legged but slowly raised his arm:

"This punch was Pang Wanyang's punch at that time. Unfortunately, this punch doesn't fit my heart. It's almost 70% or 80% of the punch..."

Huh ~

As the words floated, An Qisheng slowly clenched his fist and punched it out.

It is empty and vague, like the starry sky, the sky, and like a meteor falling. It seems slow, but in fact it is incredibly fast.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the punch was like a mountain falling down, rumbled and suppressed it.

"Um?"

The moment An Qisheng raised his arm, Yan Kuangtu felt a daze in his heart, as if he felt that the person in front of him was no longer the Taoist of King Quan, but Pang Wanyang, who had been invincible on the Six Prisons Holy Mountain for decades.

"Good punch!"

Yan Kuang Tzu casually thrust, and the young man exclaimed in surprise, but he had been thrown into the air far away.

At the same time, a long roar like an eagle crying and ape roaring through the sky.

It's just ten feet, just a blink of an eye.

How fast is An Qisheng's punch?

While Yan Kuang Tsuke pushed away the boy, he was already about a hammock away from Yan Kuang Tsuke.

Just a moment, that layer of protective energy had been penetrated by the fist print.

And at this time, it was the time when Yan Kuang Tu let out a long roar.

Facing the rumbled punch, he thrust his arm and threw out a strange angle, which actually met the punch!

boom!

The two punches were retracted at the same time, without any real collision, but the airflow in the entire courtyard was blown up and the tornado was like a tornado.

Huh ~

An Qisheng sat still, the air flow was withdrawn, and one punch spontaneously reached the end, and it was only a moment.

Yan Kuangzhe stood still, closing his eyes slightly, as if he was experiencing it.

It was not until the boy who was screaming that he opened his eyes and reached out to catch the boy.

He looked at An Qisheng, and the divine light was erect:

"70%?"

An Qisheng shook his head: "70% of the punch has not been completed."

Yan Kuangtu raised his eyebrows and smiled:

"You can still touch it!"

An Qisheng smiled but said nothing, and closed his eyes slightly, and his five hearts were facing the sky.

Rumble!
Chapter completed!