Li Er punched Chen Pingan for the last time, which was very different.
Li Er asked Chen Ping'an to do whatever it took to see how he could withstand his punches for a longer period of time.
Chen Ping'an was a little confused. He was the bottleneck of the Sixth Level of martial arts, but Li Er was the true master of the Tenth Level of martial arts. Even if he resorted to unscrupulous means, what was the point?
Li Er smiled and said: "My punches this time will be measured and will only interrupt the connection between your many methods. To put it simply, you just punch. You should treat it as a confrontation with a life-or-death enemy."
, your opponent relies on your level to be too high, so he despises you. At the same time, he does not know your current base, and only regards you as a pure martial artist with a good foundation. He just wants to exhaust your pure energy first, and then slowly
Slowly torture and kill to vent your anger."
Chen Ping'an became more and more puzzled. Could it be that he could use tricks, deceptions, and subterfuge besides punching?
Li Er did not explain more, "Don't take it too seriously, otherwise I will think that you dare to despise your mortal enemy. My last punch will make you cough up blood on your bed at Lion Peak for half a year."
Li Er turned around and went to the ferry, leaving Chen Pingan at the door of the hut.
Li Er held bamboo mugwort and stood at one end of the boat, holding his breath and concentrating. After half a stick of incense, Chen Ping'an walked towards the ferry.
Li Er glanced at it and couldn't help but smile.
The young man was barefoot and had his trousers rolled up, but his sleeves were not rolled up.
I didn't forget to carry the sword fairy that I got from the Fu family in Laolongcheng.
Li Er nodded and said: "Get aboard."
In an instant, Li chopped off the bamboo in his hand. Chen Ping'an, who had already twisted the square-inch talisman in his sleeve, disappeared out of thin air. He stepped on the stone wall of the waterway of the Xianfu cave and took advantage of the momentum to bounce away. He went back and forth several times.
, already far away from that boat, one person and one bamboo shoot in an instant.
When Chen Ping'an landed on the water, he stepped on the water and slid out backwards. He pressed the water with one hand, causing ripples. He suddenly stopped, the soil talisman on the two walls and the cross-flow talisman in the water, and the talisman's spiritual light exploded. Chen Ping'an
Ping An's wrist was slightly twisted, and a short sword appeared in his right hand. The seal was engraved with the word "Chao Lu". The other sword, Mu Xia, which had not yet appeared, was taken from the Gelu Mountain Assassin.
The front end of the bamboo grass seemed to have landed on the ground, but it did not really touch the ground. Not only did the Gang Qi not create ravines on the ground, but it did not even raise any dust. This is the retraction and release of the fist intention of a great martial arts master who has reached the end of the world.
The realm of whatever you want.
In front of the boat, the water surface surged and gravel splashed everywhere. There was a man in a green shirt with a figure of lightning speed, rushing towards him in a straight line, holding a knife in both hands.
Li Er put away the bamboo shoots, turned around to look at it, and said with a smile: "It's so fancy, but it's quite scary."
Li Eryi poked at the bamboo grass casually, and the boat slowly moved forward under his feet. Chen Pingan turned his head to avoid the bamboo grass, twisted the square inch talisman on his left sleeve, and disappeared in a flash.
Li Er grasped the palm of Bamboo Wormwood's hand and then tightened it. Without turning around or turning his head, Li Er poked Bamboo Wormwood back. Chen Ping'an, who appeared behind him, was stabbed directly in the chest and slammed into the bottom of the water.
If Chen Pingan hadn't turned slightly sideways, only the green shirt was cut, revealing a trace of blood and white bones. Otherwise, Li Er, who said that he "underestimates the enemy's actions," probably could have nailed the piece of bamboo directly into Chen Pingan's chest.
The boat under Li Er's feet continued to move forward slowly. There was no need to hold it up. A pure martial artist in the ten realms was what Li Er called "full of spirit and energy, and a person is perfect." Once he showed his true energy, Li Er could do whatever he wanted.
The entire waterway can be filled with fist energy.
Li Er smiled, well, you kid took advantage of the situation and used dozens of water talismans in one go, and they exploded at the same time, which was barely enough to turn the world upside down.
Li Er gently held the bamboo wormwood tightly, and there was a buzzing sound, and the strong energy shook loudly. One person and one boat continued to move forward, neither fast nor slow, and no water dripped close to the people or the boat.
Li Eryi stamped his feet, and there was a muffled thunder under the water. Li Er was a little surprised, and no longer cared about Chen Ping'an under the water. He came to the bow from the stern of the boat, glanced at the wall in the distance, and saw that the boat was flying like an arrow, like a bamboo shoot.
Smash it away.
The Yin Shen, who left his body and traveled far away without a sound, used the Ghost Ax Palace to carry tablets and talismans to hide on the wall early on. All the previous ones were all deceptions.
I never thought that I would still be seen through easily by Li Er.
Yin Shen had no choice but to avoid the powerful and heavy bamboo grass. With this movement, his true identity was revealed. He was a young man in white with a folding fan attached to his waist. Even though he was running away in a bit of embarrassment, he still had a smile and an ethereal figure.
Like a deity on the mountain, when leaving the stone wall, Chen Ping'an's Yin Shen pinched the sword with his two fingers and swept out a snow-white sword light from the center of his eyebrows. It was the flying sword Chuyi that had not yet been completely refined, although it was not a sword.
He was born to cultivate a flying sword, but after sharpening his sword edge on the Dragon Slaying Platform, he reappeared in this world with a powerful momentum like a rainbow.
Li Er's bamboo grass had never touched the stone wall before. He bent his arm slightly, took the bamboo grass away, and beat Chu Yi's flying sword until it trembled and crashed into the stone wall. It was just an ordinary piece of bamboo grass that circulated his fist intention.
No damage at all.
Li Er smiled and said: "Are you coming again?"
A sharp flying sword with the air of a swordsman stabbed Li Erhou's vest from behind.
Li Er didn't care at all. He had abundant fist power and was like a god protecting him. He was the most indestructible armor in the world.
Li Er exclaimed, "Do you just hate the imitation sword made by Jianshan?"
Because the menacing flying sword was easily deflected by the fist.
The third fastest flying sword flew straight towards the back of Li Er's head.
At the same time, the first flying sword, whose sword light was like a white rainbow, wanted to get close to him again.
Li Er was also a little helpless, "This is a little annoying."
Li Er let go of the bamboo grass and disappeared in a flash. The next moment, he held three flying swords in his hands, and brilliant sparks flew from his palms.
When Li Er returned to the boat, the bamboo grass seemed to be hovering in the air and not falling at all. Li Er was actually going back and forth too fast.
Li Er imprisoned three flying swords with one hand, pressed the palm of his hand against one end of the bamboo shoots, and pushed hard, causing the boat to sway lightly under his feet.
The bamboo grass flew away at a slight angle, directly piercing Chen Pingan's abdomen and nailing him to the bottom of the water. The bamboo grass's castration was shocking, not only did it knock Chen Pingan's back close to the bottom of the water, but the bamboo grass still penetrated through the abdomen.
Li Er took action ruthlessly.
Chen Pingan's response was even more brutal.
He slapped the bottom of the water hard with his palm, as if he had pulled out the bamboo root, and with the help of the square inch talisman, he disappeared in an instant.
Li Er smiled and did not beat up the drowned dog. He had agreed to treat it with contempt.
Chen Ping'an is a little bit good, he doesn't know the pain, or in other words, before he dies, his shots will be very stable.
Some so-called martial arts geniuses become more and more courageous the more they are injured, but they will inevitably have some sequelae. Not after a big battle, but during a big battle, they exchange fist power for fighting power. If both sides are fighting, they are of the same level. Such people
Of course, you can survive to the end, because a pure martial artist cannot only have the courage of blood and the anger of a common man, but if you don't have any at all, you shouldn't take the path of martial arts. But once the realms of both parties are slightly wider, what are the pros and cons of such actions?
All are possible, and perhaps the best result is to succeed and exchange lives with the stronger one.
The fighting between warriors seems boring and boring. They exchange injuries and live and die. There are not many methods, but in fact there are many mysteries and the punches are interesting.
Especially after reaching the ten realms, the sky is vast, the sky is high, there are many wonders, and the scenery is endless.
Song Changjing was very ambitious and had a big picture. For the purity of martial arts, he was willing to abandon the country and the dragon throne. His obsession was far stronger than that of ordinary masters. What he wanted with his punches was to teach the immortals on the top of the mountain to come down the mountain and bow to him. Song Changjing
kowtow.
Therefore, it is full of energy.
Li Er believed that he was indeed defeated by Song Changjing in this realm.
After a pure martial artist reaches the top, you can have thousands of types of fists and different martial arts. In fact, there are roughly only two paths to take. One path is like a blessed land with a boxing intention. It is vast, vast and powerful.
Zun. A path is like an immortal opening a cave in the sky. It is easier to return to the truth. There is no way under the feet, so he continues to fly to higher places. It’s not that Li Er doesn’t want to walk more in the Qi Sheng realm, it’s just because of his own character and his fist intention is pure enough. If
Deliberately suppressing the word "Qi Sheng" will not be of much benefit. It is better to take advantage of the situation and directly return to the true state.
Earlier, while drinking and chatting with Chen Ping'an, Li Er heard that there was a wonderful man named Zhu Lian in Luolu Mountain, nicknamed Madman Wu. He would fight between life and death when fighting with others, but on weekdays, his temperament was as light-hearted as an immortal.
Chen Ping'an thought a lot and had many convoluted ideas, and seldom spoke with certainty. When he mentioned Zhu Lian, he said that Zhu Lian was the pure martial artist who was the least likely to go crazy.
Li Er felt that Zhu Lian must be an unprecedented genius.
A genius in the eyes of a ten-level martial artist.
If there is a chance in the future, I can meet Zhu Lian for a while.
Li Er put away the bamboo shoots, threw away the three flying swords, and continued to paddle the boat slowly.
The simple man felt a little guilty for his previous attack, which was a bit heavy. Then, when dealing with the elusive and cunning Chen Pingan, he deliberately withdrew his fists. One of the punches only punched Chen Pingan into the stone wall, but did not remove the bamboo in his hand.
Hao moved to another place and penetrated the opponent's belly. Not only that, the boat continued to move forward, leaving the young man behind who could definitely continue to attack, and let him exchange a breath of pure Qi.
Li Er has always felt that practicing martial arts is really not too fancy. Working hard to train your body is nothing more than hardship.
It's almost like the farmer tending the fields, except that the quality of the harvest depends on God's face. How far a martial artist can go in practicing boxing depends entirely on himself.
Li Er turned around and saw a strange scene.
Chen Pingan put on a golden robe, and then a black robe with a hundred eyes, and that was not enough, even the snowflake robe of the city ghost, the very fancy Cai Que Mansion
I put on all the robes together. Fortunately, after a little refinement of the robes in the world, I can follow the monk's will and change slightly. But the original blue shirt and these four robes can keep it from looking too bulky? What do you think?
, Li Er felt awkward, especially the outermost piece of clothing was still worn by girls. Are you, Chen Pingan, a little too much?
But this choice is not wrong.
If he had put on the robe from the beginning, given Chen Ping's current martial arts level, it would have delayed the flow of fist power, and he might have been slow to strike, which would have been a life-or-death change.
Now that he's seriously injured, he can't tell the difference.
After all, you can take one or two more punches.
Li Er stopped the boat next to the water mirror and climbed onto the mirror in the center of the lake with bamboo grass in hand.
Li Er looked at the entrance to the cave waterway.
There's some movement.
In the distance, Chen Ping'an stood on the water with his sword on his back. He didn't have any water-repelling magical powers, nor did he use any immortal water skills. His feet didn't move and he still moved forward slowly.
Li Er looked at Chen Pingan's feet.
A moment later, Chen Ping'an suddenly grew taller.
It turned out that he was stepping on a huge green-colored creature, which was a dragon.
This water dragon is a well-deserved monk's water method. The body of the dragon is made of snow and mud talismans, and then there are more than a hundred river cross-flow talismans as the keel.
The weird but spectacular "talisman?" aura of the talisman is exactly the two superior refining techniques that Master Huolong asked Chen Ping'an to study more, the three-mountain refining technique, plus the Immortal Praying for Rain Tablet Immortal Technique from Biyou Palace,
It should not be just used as a means of refining things, so at this time, the dragon's spine is like two ropes entwined with each other, becoming more and more tight and tough. One is the mountain refining method, the other is the water refining method, and then the true meaning of Xiaodalong Fist is used as the
The finishing touch, vaguely, is the dragon under the young man's feet, giving him the image of an immortal family that is filled with mountains and flourishing with storms.
Everything in this world requires too much thinking and thinking.
Finally, Chen Pingan created this behemoth.
Chen Pingan habitually holds a knife in his right hand.
In fact, he is left-handed.
The dragon under his feet crashed towards Shui Jing Li Er, splashing huge waves wherever it went.
Li Er twitched the corner of his mouth and gently tapped the ground with the end of the bamboo shoots, "It won't work if you put on a show."
Li Er jumped up lightly, picked up the bamboo grass, and then smashed the pole heavily on the ground. Even though the dragon was still dozens of feet away from the water mirror, it was still cut into two by the Gangqi, and he just relied on inertia to continue.
Forward thrust.
Li Eryi swept Bamboo Hao out, and Chen Ping'an, who appeared on the left side of Li Er in the mirror, suddenly lowered his head, as if he was about to fall to the ground. As a result, he twisted his body and avoided the sweeping Bamboo Hao with the force of wind and thunder. Chen Pingan
Ping An faced the fleeting bamboo grass, turned his big sleeves, and pulled out three flying swords from three acupoints. One of them stepped on the ground quickly, and stabbed Li Er's heart with the short sword in his right hand. The second sword slipped out quietly from his left sleeve.
Short knife.
Li Er didn't look at the three flying swords at all, and kicked Chen Ping'an in the chest. The latter slipped ten feet away. His knees were slightly bent, and his toes were twisted on the ground. He applied more force to prevent him from letting go of the daggers in his hands.
His shoulders swayed, and he suddenly stood still, forcefully shaking away the remnants of Li Erquan's fist on his chest.
After all, he is a person wearing four robes.
Li Er said: "I've told you a long time ago that you only want to kill the old master with random fists and embroidered legs because of the martial arts style. The old master doesn't have to fight, just one blow."
Li Er casually threw the bamboo shoots, and it fell into the mirror for more than a foot.
That little interesting dragon had just regrouped on the mirror, and when it was poked by the bamboo grass, it fell apart again and turned into water. Many of the talismans that had already broken into cracks were completely turned into powder.
Chen Pingan began to move.
Li Er then changed his trajectory slightly, and still appeared just in front of Chen Pingan. He hit him with his knee, causing the latter to fly into the air. Li Er seemed to move forward slowly, and came to Chen Pingan's side. He punched Chen Pingan and hit him hard.
Chen Ping'an, whose true energy was stagnant and whose robes were cracking, fell into the lake dozens of feet away. Like a stone floating in the water, it slid seven or eight feet away on the lake.
Li Er began to run wildly, stepping on everything around his feet with every step. The aura of the lake shattered, and he rushed straight to the place where Chen Ping'an fell into the water.
His body suddenly moved sideways, and Li Er bumped his shoulder into the chest of Chen Pingan, who had used a square-inch talisman.
Chen Ping'an felt as if he had been hit in the heart by a hammer, and the Yin spirit left his body and traveled far away. He used a natural and weird boxing technique that seemed to be drawing arcs slowly, but the arcs were mutually reinforcing and were almost circular. In fact, it was dazzling and actually directly helped Chen Ping'an.
Pingan removed most of his fists, and when Chen Pingan stabilized his body, Yin Shen returned to his body, finishing in one go.
Li Er didn't pursue him and nodded, that's right.
Otherwise, practicing martial arts and cultivating Taoism will only hinder the advancement of martial arts. The two will always be in conflict, which is a waste of time and harm to others.
What Li Er wants to do this time is to let Chen Pingan find that mysterious and mysterious balance point. People who practice martial arts must not be carried away by the fists and fists. Since they are already Qi practitioners, they must not be deep in their hearts.
Therefore, one must feel that one's fist intention is not pure because of this. For those who practice martial arts, just using two fists is enough, but this does not mean that they do not care about everything. A true master should have the great atmosphere of having all kinds of methods in his body and all coming out of his hands.
.
In this small world of human body, I am God.
What cannot be controlled and what cannot be controlled?
Now that Chen Pingan has taken the first step in the right direction.
Li Er relaxed and punched.
The punch is not heavy, but it is faster.
I won't give you Chen Ping'an a chance to have any thoughts.
I am a martial artist, I am a martial artist, and I, Li Er, are fighting against each other to forge the path, and then you have to come up with something that no martial artist in the world has!
have.
Just take a few more punches.
No.
Just lie down and recuperate!
On the other side of the ferry, Li Liu walked on the waterway and looked at the traces of fighting. As for the movement on the other side of the water mirror, she knew it clearly without looking.
In the past long years, Li Liu was no stranger to pure martial arts. He had died at the hands of ten-level martial artists, and had also personally killed ten-level martial artists. He knew a lot about martial arts training methods, and it was hard to say that Chen Ping'an
Such a hard work is quite remarkable in the history of Haoran World. However, as a six-level martial artist, it is really rare for him to eat so many fists of sufficient weight early.
There are only a few warriors on the top of the mountain in the Nine Realms and the End of the Ten Realms in the world who do not accept direct disciples like Gu?
There are many martial arts masters who want to imitate his father and torture their disciples' bodies like this. Unfortunately, only disciples must be able to bear it. Some people are physically unable to bear it, and some are not up to par with their character.
Of course, the more common problem is that both are useless. Even if the senior master is willing to support or even drag him, he is not allowed to enter the room. If he can't cross the threshold, there are also some who seem to have broken the situation. In fact, they are feeding the boxing people and passing on the boxing.
Without the true teachings, when a disciple crosses the threshold, it is like having his arms and legs broken, and his mind has subtle and imperceptible flaws. Therefore, as soon as he reaches the eighth or ninth realm, all kinds of hidden dangers will be revealed.
When Li Liu reached the end of the cave waterway, he did not continue forward and started to turn around and take a walk.
Li Liu arrived at the ferry, at the edge of the restricted landscape of this fairy cave, looking at the distant scenery outside Lion Peak.
Li Liu vaguely noticed a strange phenomenon.
He raised his eyes and looked towards the sky.
The seventy-two Confucian Confucian temples accompanying sages and sages have been the most pitiful existences that have been imprisoned since ancient times.
There are no births nor deaths, and there are many rules. Year after year, looking at the world, it is absolutely not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the world.
Li Liu once lived in the Northwest Continent. As the leader of a sect at the pinnacle of the Immortal Realm, he once had a few words with a Confucian sage who sat above the Banzhou territory on the canopy of Liuxia Continent.
In the eyes of these sages who are as silent as a boat in the void, they are like ordinary people on the top of a mountain, looking at the mountains and rivers at their feet. Even they, after all, have limited vision and cannot see the true picture. However, if they turn their palms to look at the mountains and rivers
His ancient magical power is the inscription on a jade pendant worn by a certain man in the market, and a certain woman's hair is covered with black hair mixed with a white hair.
It's just that with such magical powers, after seeing the human world for thousands of years, there will be a day when I get tired of seeing it.
What's more, their duty is to supervise the cultivation places of the great Ascension Realm monks and the monks of the Upper Five Realms. They also need to be aware of it, so as to prevent the Taoist monks from using their skills unscrupulously and causing harm to the world.
If those great monks who are in the cave heaven and paradise leave the small world, they will be like lights that are particularly eye-catching. If ordinary people on the top of the mountain can see them, they will naturally be noticed immediately and stared at by the sages sitting in the sky.
Live. If there is any violation of etiquette, the sages will intervene to stop it. If everything follows the rules, there is no need for them to show up.
At that time, the Confucian sage who had a few words with Li Liu finally laughed and said that his greatest distraction was to visit a certain country, a certain state, a certain county, and a village at the head of a village.
Make an appointment with the inscription and take a look at the subtle changes that have occurred on that stone tablet every ten years due to wind, sun, rain and snow, which are insignificant to the world.
Li Liu was speechless.
The sage is lonely.
The world doesn’t know.
About an hour later, Li Liu, who was wandering thousands of miles away, put away his thoughts and turned around with a smile.
Someone was punting back, and it was the somewhat miserable Chen Ping'an.
Li Er sat on the boat and said: "You must hold on to this breath until those martial arts arrive at Lion Peak, otherwise you won't be able to accomplish that thing."
Chen Pingan nodded.
Li Er asked: "Do you really regret it? Maybe Li Liu knows some weird ways to keep it for a while."
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "No. Shanshanquan was created by senior Gu? in Luzhou, Beiju. During my travels, senior taught me three more fists. In the end, even if he died, he still wanted to give me martial arts as a gift.
So I don’t regret it.”
Li Er said no more words.
The two of them in a boat arrived at the ferry. Li Liu smiled and said: "Congratulations to Mr. Chen, you have learned both martial arts and Taoism."
Chen Ping'an grinned. He had deliberately suppressed his true energy and spiritual energy before, but with this slight movement, his energy was immediately broken, and his face became bloody again.
Chen Ping'an walked past the landscape barrier at the entrance of the cave, lightly clenched his fists, and looked up.
On the Lion Peak with a clear sky, a sea of golden clouds suddenly condensed, and then rain fell from the sky, slowly falling in strands, extremely slowly.
Chen Pingan said softly: "The first and fifteenth day of the lunar month."
Two flying swords flew out, disappeared in a flash, and hovered high in front of Chen Pingan, like two steps.
Wearing a green shirt and carrying a fairy sword on his back, he began to climb high and fly, stepping on the steps of two flying swords, reaching the sky step by step.
Tens of feet away from the golden sea of clouds and the martial rain, Chen Ping'an suddenly stopped. His fists were flowing violently, like a god in the sky, and he punched high in the style of steaming clouds and swamps.
After one punch, both the martial arts cloud sea and Gan Lin were knocked back, and they were scattered in Beiju Luzhou.
The exhausted Chen Pingan took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, bent down and panted, his vision was blurred, but he still turned his head to look south, and chuckled: "Senior Gu, I didn't dare to tell you at the beginning that there was someone in Zhulou in my hometown.
, said that our Mountain-Shaking Fist has an earthy smell, which is not that good. The punch is just basic, and it is just okay. The punch I just gave was passed down to me by him. Senior Gu, please don’t worry, I won’t do it back then.
I’m convinced. When I return to my hometown this time, I will have a good fight with him. Now that I am in the Golden Body state, I can get two more punches and say two more words no matter what."