Kneel!

Without any delay, he knelt down, completely ignoring the moment he was still fighting, and did not care that he had almost killed his life.

So decisive, so shameless.

The blue daffodil's eyes condensed, and he felt that he could not stand it. He turned into water and disappeared into the air, but he directly brushed his sleeves away.

No matter how many reasons there are, he cannot accept this behavior.

It’s also a blessing that Yu Qianshan is a disciple of Jingyang Mountain. If he is a disciple of Taiyi Sect, he will immediately beat him to death.

"I really lost the face of our cultivators!"

Mo Baobao was much more straightforward, and he let out a "slap" and turned into golden light and disappeared into the sky.

"From thousands of mountains, I ask the teacher to teach the Dharma."

He salivated himself on Qianshan's face, without any change in his face, and he respectfully kowtowed again: "If you gain something, you will be a slave for three hundred years, and you will have no regrets in life and death."

Yuan Duxiu, who was at a loss, felt a deep chill in his heart.

Such people who had to fight to death the moment before, but then knelt completely in the next moment, without even any reluctance, and were willing to do so. They were even more fearful than hysterical.

This person is terrible.

Yuan Duxiu didn't say anything, but this thought came to his mind.

If possible, he didn't want to deal with this person at all, but he was kneeling here at this time. His family knew his family's affairs. How could he have any method to pass it on to the true disciples of Jingyang Mountain?

Could it be that he wants the 'Big Sun Ten Thousand Dragon Fist'?

Yuan Duxiu thought of this.

But he could not pass the Great Sun Ten Thousand Dragon Fist to the person who had been shouting and killing him before. However, even if Yu Qianshan was seriously injured, he was afraid that they would not be able to deal with it.

He refused rashly, and the Blue Narcissus didn't have time to stop him. An Qisheng didn't have a second piece of wood carving, right?

"Don't pay attention."

When Yuan Duxiu was at a loss, An Qisheng's dull voice appeared in his heart: "If you want to kneel, let him kneel."

Among all, only An Qisheng was calm in his heart, and the ancient well was not shaky.

There are all spirits in heaven and earth, and there are tens of millions of people.

He had the method of dreaming, and had seen too many people, and he didn't think that there was anything too special about Yu Qianshan.

Whether it is forbearance, cunning, or paranoid, he cannot touch him any.

"Um."

Yuan Duxiu nodded in his heart and no longer looked at Yu Qianshan who could not stand up.

Following An Qisheng, who bent down to pick up the Qiankun bag, he returned to the room.

Bang ~

When I closed the door, the light inside the house suddenly dimmed, and the dust from the shattered roof of the house covered the thick layer of the house.

An Qisheng pinched it casually, and the air flow circled around his palms like spirituality, flowing through the room like water as it moves, gathering the dust that was shaken in the entire room into a ball of mud.

"What should I do if that person outside..."

Yuan Duxiu was solemn in his heart that Yu Qianshan could fight against Blue Narcissus without losing his advantage, which was obviously not the person he could deal with.

"I have been studying art for three years in the secular world and being a choreographer for five years. I have been asking for inheritance. How can I just kowtow a few times?"

An Qisheng sat cross-legged on the bed, opened the Qiankun bag and took out a true-shaped pill and put it in his mouth, and said without any rush.

Ten thousand taels of gold will not be sold, and people will be given away for free on the crossroads

He never stings with others in preaching the Dharma, but he never despises his own Dharma.

I must be willing to preach the Dharma. If I don’t want to, he will not look at it even more.

"That's the case, but this person..."

Yuan Duxiu agreed, but hesitated.

Only by refining the body outside, coherent the mind inside, and having both spirit and form can one transform the body (transform the spirit). This step is the beginning of the true transformation and the largest level of crossing.

If you step into this level, you will no longer be a physical body.

All the holy bodies, divine bodies, demon bodies, demon bodies, war bodies, Buddha bodies, and golden bodies that have been legendary from ancient times to the present have evolved from this level.

The source of each physical constitution must be a strong man who has transformed himself to the peak.

There are even geniuses in this level, not following the path of their predecessors, and want to use their own talents to get out of their own body of gods and demons!

The weak become human beings, and the strong become gods.

The difference between the two is equally huge.

For example, even if the Dharma body goes out of place and becomes possessed by the devil for forty years, it can still be compared with the Blue Narcissus who deduces the spirit to an extremely high level.

He thought he could never afford to offend such a master now.

"Then what do you think I put that wood carving out for?"

An Qisheng glanced at Yuan Duxiu indifferently, his eyes clear.

"I see!"

Yuan Duxiu was shocked, and then he understood his previous actions, but then he frowned deeply: "Do you really want to pass on the Dharma to him?"

“That’s not.”

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

"That's it?"

Yuan Duxiu became increasingly unable to understand his thoughts.

"It's just that there's something wrong with condensing the magic body. There are countless people in the world who can save him. Jingyang Mountain is said to have great power, and it's not that it can't save him. The reason why it's not like this is nothing more than asking him to understand the mystery of the magic body by himself..."

An Qisheng's eyes are plain, as if he is watching the fire.

In the ancient world that has been passed down for 30 million years, any problem in practice must be more than a solution. How can individuals compare with countless heroes from ancient times to the present?

The reason why I don’t save me is nothing more than having other plans.

"Then he..."

Yuan Duxiu was thinking.

"It's not impossible to save him, but there is no need to spread the Dharma. If you are willing to accept him, you will follow you."

After a few words, the true form pill in my mouth has been digested.

An Qisheng took out another one and put it in his mouth. While experiencing the change of the power of the elixir, he spoke slowly: "Everything in the world is running, the earth is heavy, the wind is light and agile, the clouds gather and disperse impermanently, the thunder is strong and violent... Some dragons are lustful..."

As he said that, a faint light appeared in his eyes: "All evil lust is the head, and the dragon is the head of scales. That is a huge goal for thousands of mountains. His intention is not the silver dragon, but the dragon king!"

"Dragon King?!"

Yuan Duxiu's eyes widened.

In ancient times, there were birds, beasts, and water spirits in the world, and there were also gods and beasts walking around the world, living with humans. Dragons were just one of them, not stronger than other races.

Until the birth of a dragon.

The dragon has nine claws. When it was born, it was abandoned by the dragon clan. It thought that its bloodline was impure, but it did not expect that this dragon was the fate of the dragon clan for countless years.

At the beginning of the ancient times, he swayed across the sky and finally became the body of the Dragon King.

It moves around the world, closes its eyes and turns into the night, opens its eyes and turns into the day, with immeasurable divine power, and defeats all races in one fell swoop, establishing the position of the dragon clan as the king of divine beasts for 30 million years.

To date, no other divine beast can shake its status.

Of course, in today's world, there are not many pure divine beasts.

"Otherwise, how could Jingyang Mountain ignore it?"

An Qisheng smiled faintly.

His Great Sun Ten Thousand Dragon Fist can also be regarded as the Dragon King Fist in a sense. Others may not feel it deeply, which can definitely be felt by Qianshan.

"But, if you don't spread the Big Sun Ten Thousand Dragon Fist, how can you save him?"

Yuan Duxiu asked in a complicated mood.

"It's very simple." An Qisheng raised his palm and cut it down obliquely: "The dragon's nature is lustful, just cut off his silver chaos root!"

Huh ~

Yuan Duxiu subconsciously took a step back and looked at An Qisheng's eyes becoming more and more strange: "Brother, how did you know these things?"

"Su Hui."

Of course, An Qisheng would do the answer from Panjin Oil.

"It's a pity that this is useless."

Yuan Duxiu pointed to his tongue: "If my true form is condensed again, I can already be reborn with broken limbs, not to mention the powerful one who transforms the body. If you cut it ten thousand times, he will naturally grow ten thousand times..."
To be continued...