Above the vast sea, that young martial artist was as small as a mustard seed.
But his eyes were firm, and every time he took a step, he shouted angrily and punched the huge whirlpool. The wind of the fist flew forward rapidly in the sea water, like a shark with its dorsal fin exposed on the sea surface, stabbing into the whirlpool.
As the number of punches increased, hundreds of white punches roared like diving sharks and rushed into the vortex.
The already turbulent sea water suddenly became like a raging fire cooking oil, and a tsunami hundreds of meters high rose up on the sea surface and rushed toward the shore.
This terrifying formation that covered the sky and the sun made Xia Ze, who was watching from a distance, tremble in his heart. He was about to run away, but suddenly stopped and looked back. The young man had a firm gaze and a calm demeanor.
He stepped hard on the sea, and then his whole body jumped up high, his steps were fast, he stepped on the waves, and then a roar resounded from his throat that resounded throughout the world.
There is such a punch, first it is a small white shadow, and then as the distance from the hand becomes farther and farther, the figure gradually expands.
Even so, in Xia Ze's eyes, facing the hundred-foot-high waves, he still felt as insignificant as a mayfly shaking a tree.
No one expected that the fist shadow suddenly exploded in the center of the tsunami, and the unimaginable huge amount of seawater collapsed and turned into a torrential rain, retreating towards the other side of the sea level.
The white fist shadow has not stopped, facing the rain curtain in the sky, like a wisp of white rainbow passing through the sky, plunging into the thunderous dark clouds above the head.
After a while, a golden ripple spread out from the center of the dark clouds. The dark clouds dissipated, thunder and lightning fled, and the clouds parted to reveal the sun.
Cloudless and sunny.
Xia Ze froze in place, looking at the young man who slowly closed his fist in the middle of the sea, completely convinced.
"I am a martial artist from the Four Realms," the young man said loudly with his back to Xia Ze.
This was the first thing he said to Xia Ze, but it shocked him beyond measure.
A warrior in the fourth realm? A martial artist in the fourth realm of lake mind? How is this possible? With the power of a fourth realm martial artist, he can break through a whirlpool with only his physical strength?
The young martial artist turned around, smiled at Xia Ze, and then disappeared.
"Wait, who are you!" Xia Ze rushed forward, but he was still a step too late.
The dark clouds dispersed by the fist began to gather again, and the sea water that had gone away began to flow back. In the bottomless sea nest, the sound of waves resounded, and the whirlpool was formed again.
Xia Ze looked at that place, thought deeply for a moment, and then strode into the sea.
On this day, Ayu left a letter to Lu Ying in the tea shop, saying that she had found a relative far away and that she wanted to go out for a walk and visit for a few days. Don't worry, the delayed business would be deducted from her wages.
"This girl didn't even tell her face to face when she found a relative. I'm not a heartless black shop owner. I withheld her wages and refused to let her go, but just left a letter. How worrying." Lu Ying muttered.
road.
A woman with a hat and a black gauze on her head walked quickly out of Yunxi Town.
She is not tall, but the beauty of her abdomen and waist, with her front and back curved, is absolutely stunning in the world. Even a woman who has given birth to a child would be willing to bow down to her if she sees her.
Along the way, others kept looking at her. In fact, she didn't need to wear a hat or veil at all. There were many plump women in this formation, but girls of this age and appearance were either picked up by the sect on the mountain or picked up by the sect on the mountain.
Married young.
Who else could it be besides the pretty Lu Ying from the tea shop and her new waiter Ayu.
Ayu is actually much shorter than Lu Ying, but elsewhere, she is crushed.
Ayu patiently walked out of the town step by step, walked to a deserted corner, twisted her body, and transformed into a charming white fox two feet long, running around the mountains like a joy.
In the time it took half a stick of incense, it took the true form of a fox demon and ran over the mountains and ridges for twenty or thirty miles before stopping to take a breather.
Under a green pine tree, she transformed into a woman's body and looked around.
An insidious thought rang in her mind: If this time, instead of following Wu Zhuan's instructions, she went to Diancang Mountain to support Xia Ze, but instead fled far away and found a deep mountain and old forest that was hard to detect, and concentrated on practicing until the time came.
With great achievements in cultivation, what do Wu Zhui and Xia Ze mean?
Thinking of this, a frightening smile appeared on her ferocious face.
"I advise you not to do such stupid things." Wu Zhuan's voice suddenly rang in Ayu's ears, scaring her out of her wits. She oops and sat down on the ground.
"Although I don't have my own mountain yet, I am still an upright God of the Five Mountains. Every piece of land you step on, every flower and grass you trample on, as long as I like it, I want to know, you have nowhere to go.
Tibetan."
Wu Zhuo stroked the rough bark texture of the pine tree. In the blink of an eye, the young pine tree rose into the sky, its trunk expanded in circles, and dense pine leaves and branches grew out.
"Of course, if you can run out of Piaomiaozhou in one breath, then pretend I didn't say this." Wu Zhuan put on that mean smile.
"Don't scare me with these words, I will just follow your instructions." Ayu snorted coldly, swayed, and revealed the true form of the fox demon.
Wu Zhuan fiddled with his hair on his temples and said with a smile: "That fox demon Qingqiu of Ma Crying Grave, according to the law of fox demons giving birth to one child every thousand years, he should be your wife, wife, wife, grandma, right? That's right.
It is said that one day, you will encounter the same disaster as her, but I have a way to help you survive the thunder catastrophe safely, and then enter the Xianglong Realm and become a real human being."
When the fox demon heard this, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Regardless of his status, he rushed forward and grabbed the corner of Wu Zhui's clothes, and asked anxiously: "Is this true? Do you really have a way to help me survive the thunderstorm?"
"
Wu Zhuan waved his hand, and a whirlwind rolled out of his sleeve, blowing the huge fox demon to the ground.
"It's ridiculous that you, a little fox demon, who has only stepped into the fourth realm, dares to dream about the situation after the seventh realm. Since I let you go out, will you not leave any backup?" The strong wind blew the man's sleeves and hair.
Silk flow.
The fox demon Ayu's eyes were filled with resentful fire, but he was blown away by the strong wind and could not move. For a long time, he had to lower his head and beg for mercy: "Shangxian, please forgive me. The little fox didn't know the general body earlier, but now he has seen Wu Shangxiantong."
I have already been convinced by the divine power in my heart, and I no longer dare to act arrogantly. I also hope that the immortal will spare my life and give me a chance to make meritorious deeds..."
When Wu Zhui heard this, he waved his sleeves and withdrew the Gangfeng.
He warned: "Don't delay the business. Remember, treat Xia Ze just like you treat your ancestors and biological parents. If I catch you with any evil intentions again, you will have to go to Fengdu next time."
people complained.”
Ayu lowered her head and kept silent.
"That's right." Wu Zhuan turned his head, squinted his eyes, spread out a smile as warm as the spring breeze, and said softly, "Even if you can run out of Piaomiaozhou in one day, I still have a way to make your life worse than death.
.”
The fox demon Ayu was frightened and could no longer contain the fear in her heart. She turned into a two-foot-long white fox and ran lifelessly in the direction of Diancang Mountain.
"This little fox is so easy to fool. He believes everything he says. No wonder he is still in the Four Realms after so many years." Wu Zhuan squinted his eyes, looked at her fleeing embarrassed figure, and murmured with a smile.
In the illusion of boxing, on the sea, a martial arts boy came through the air, and then a powerful and heavy chain of legs stepped heavily on Xia Ze's arms, trying to step him into the sea.
Every time he trampled, there would be a sound of explosion. He turned around, as if he was deliberately trying to sell a flaw, and stepped down hard with strong momentum.
Xia Ze took a deep breath, punched out, and struck hard with his fists and kicks. In the end, he was slightly defeated and was about to fall into the sea.
A red light streaked across the sea level, hovering just at the position where Xia Ze fell, tiptoeing, and flying high.
The corners of the martial arts boy's mouth curled up, and his two hand knives drew two silver arcs in the air, making a rustling sound, and like two crescent moons falling into the clouds.
Xia Ze gave a sharp shout. He spread his palms outward, and a roaring aura arose from his palms, which were then imprinted with two silver crescent moons that shot through the air.
Silver light and golden light were mixed together, and the howling wind was pulled here by the huge fist, forming an irresistible vortex in mid-air. Even the waves in the sea were sucked in like a dragon sucking water.
Xia Ze and the young man looked at each other, and it was immediately clear who would win and who would lose, and whose punching power was superior.
The sea water and the strong wind could no longer bear it and turned into heavy rain. In the end, it was Xia Ze who lost this duel of fists and will.
Putting his feet on the Lihuo Sword, Xia Ze stood up against the martial arts boy, soared into the sky, and then used his whole body to attack him like crazy.
The young martial artist received dozens of punches in his body, and frowned slightly, then suddenly hit Xia Ze in the lower abdomen with a palm. The latter grunted in pain, tightly clasped the young warrior's arms with both arms, and struck with a thud from high in the air.
On the sea.
White waves splashed on the rough sea, and the martial arts boy and Xia Ze were still wrestling. The vast fist intention spread out in all directions like ripples.
At this moment, the two of them actually coincidentally kicked up their feet, kicked sole to sole, pushed hard, and slid backwards in pairs.
The admiring look in the young man's eyes flashed past.
Xia Ze took a breath and floated on the water, but his body made a very basic posture of heaven and earth.
Since that day passed, Xia Ze began to continuously hone his boxing skills and boxing intention in this boxing illusion.
The flow of time here is a bit strange. There is a bright sun, billowing dark clouds, thunderstorms, and hurricanes, but I have never seen the night, nor have I seen the full and waning moon.
Xia Ze was a little flustered at first, but as time went by, his restless heart gradually calmed down.
He imitated the young martial artist and conquered that terrifying sea whirlpool with his martial body and not relying on fists or magical weapons. He looked forward to that punch, the punch that could break the sky.
But how can this be an easy task? It is already very difficult for a mortal body to float on the turbulent waves, not to mention punching against the whirlpool, which is not an ordinary punch.
Xia Ze had failed many times. On the rolling sea, he had just punched, and the wind of the punch submerged into the sea and dispersed silently. Then he was sucked into the whirlpool, spinning around and shattered into pieces.
When I woke up again, I was already lying on the beach. I felt my whole body and found that I was fine.
Sometimes a young martial artist would be on a mountain peak, with a red sun hanging high in the sky, and he would be focused on nothing else. He would practice boxing and walking, and the moves didn't seem to have much mystery, but they were more pleasing to the eye, and they were better than flowing clouds and flowing water, and they could send and receive palms and punches freely.
At first, Xia Ze only dared to watch from a distance and secretly memorized the boxing technique. However, he gradually felt that he could not choose the true meaning of the boxing technique, so he plucked up the courage to look closer. The young man regarded him as if he was nothing and continued to concentrate on punching.
On the mountain peak, from then on, in addition to the young martial artist who practiced boxing diligently day after day, there was also a ragged Xia Ze, who followed the instructions of the gourd.
From then on, unless Xia Ze took the initiative to find him, the martial arts boy would never take the initiative to take action again. But once he took action, he would be really ruthless. Every day, Xia Ze would be beaten to pieces by the domineering fist.
Mud is cut into blood by vicious fingers and claws.
Day after day, in the worst case, the five spiritual energies in Xia Ze's body had to gather him back together bit by bit from a pool of blood, and then formed a skeleton with blood and flesh. He dragged his face to reveal the skeleton,
Still gotta throw a punch.
After that day, even though Xia Ze's body was safe and sound, the acupuncture points and muscles in his body were experiencing intense and severe pain that lasted for three days.
It was probably because the injury was too serious, and even the five spiritual energies took a lot of time to wipe Xia Ze's butt.
I don’t know how long it took, as the cold and summer came and went, Xia Ze only remembered that the pine leaves on the mountain peak turned green three times and turned yellow three times. In the morning, he punched against the sea tide, then practiced boxing with the young man on the mountain peak, and finally broke out.
A life-and-death fight.
Day after day, he was beaten half to death, but gradually, the five spiritual energies in Xia Ze's body no longer helped him repair his body from the edge of death. For no other reason, the number of serious injuries he suffered became less and less.
At most, he was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
The good news is that he can already punch dozens of punches in succession in the turbulent sea water, although he is still far from breaking the whirlpool.
Some miss Lu Ying, miss Yunxi Town, and miss a certain person.
I don't know what happened to He Xu. He stayed in this illusion for too long. This kid must be anxious.
In this moment of distraction, the martial arts boy immediately seized the opportunity and struck Xia Ze's acupuncture point in front of his ear with a strong blow, knocking his body out and smashing it against the mountain.
Xia Ze was unprepared for this punch, and if it was placed on an ordinary martial artist of the fifth level, it would be like letting someone stab a famous family with a sword without revealing his body, and he would definitely be dead.
But even though Xia Ze's mouth and nose were bleeding, he just snorted, shook his head, used his back to support the boulder that fell from the height, shouted, moved the boulder on his back to his head, and then hit the martial arts boy hard.
The young man stepped forward with one foot and dragged back with the other. He stretched out his hands to grasp the boulder firmly, and an ominous premonition emerged in his mind.
The next moment, Xia Ze's fist poked out from the center of the shattered boulder, and then came Xia Ze with an angry face.
He opened his bow from left to right, and heard the sharp sound of breaking wind in his ears. He punched him in the face, then pulled back, and another domineering and ferocious hammer hit his abdomen.
The young martial artist was not only in pain, but also more shocked and confused.
Xia Ze didn't give him a chance to breathe, he roared and gathered his fist power.
Like an out-of-control bull, it took a rolling step and crashed into the young man's chest. It punched everywhere around the young man's body like a storm.
Explosions, broken clothes, the clanging sound of gold and stone, the muffled sound of fists hitting flesh, and exploding blood sprays, in Xia Ze's eyes, this scene became particularly slow.
In the domineering general style, he punched out all seventy-one punches. With one punch left, he completed the earthly evil number, and then came the even more powerful Tiangang number. He has never exceeded seventy-five punches so far.
The martial arts boy was about to fall to the ground under the continuous heavy blows, but with a thought, his strong body suddenly exerted force, and even withstood Xia Ze's continuous heavy punches, he supported his body bit by bit.
When a certain punch was about to break the bones in his chest, he caught the incoming fist with one palm and said ferociously: "This is the fun thing!"
This is the second sentence he has said to Xia Ze in a long time.
Xia Zequan pretended not to hear, suddenly withdrew his hand and rushed into the formation.
Outside the scroll, only three hours had passed. He Xu was lying on the table, reading the "Dapin Tianxian Jue" with the help of weak candlelight, yawning again and again.
I can easily lend him all the great immortal arts.
But despite all his calculations, he neglected one important thing. He Xu and his sister He Xi had been dependent on each other for so many years. After his parents died, he was afraid that his sister would be bullied for her performance, so he refused to go to this school no matter what.
Therefore, every word in this book is like a crooked reptile in his eyes. It recognizes me, He Xu, but I, He Xu, do not recognize it.
A white light flashed across the ancient writing. He Xu felt his eyes were itchy and rubbed them. He walked to the scroll and looked at it carefully. In just three hours, the painting had changed.
Several times.
First there was the turbulent sea, then the mountains and peaks, and now it was blank again, except for two small black spots as faint as mustard seeds in the opposite corners of the scroll.
The wind penetrated through the doorway, causing the lights to sway and the paper windows to rattle. Why was he suddenly afraid, so he leaned towards the painting.
There was a figure standing outside the house, motionless.
He Xu's eyes were horrified, he swallowed his saliva and asked softly: "Is it Granny Qingya?"
But the figure remained motionless, and He Xu became even more frightened, almost crying.
Outside the house, the little white donkey was sleeping on its stomach and yawned.
He Xu picked up the green bricks and slowly moved towards the door. The figure swayed and pushed the door, but found that it could not be pushed.
He Xu bent over and opened the door latch, and then the idiot outside the door suddenly jumped out and said: "Hahaha! Coward! I knew you were a little brat..."
"
There was a crisp sound on the head, half of the man's head was hit by a brick, and the laughter stopped abruptly.
He seemed to be in disbelief, pointing to his bleeding forehead, his expression twitching.
The person who came was Xu Xiuzhu, who had been injured a few days ago. He covered his head and said: "Hey... kid... I'm just scaring you. Why don't you slap me with a brick?"
Why bother rolled his eyes, put the bricks in his backpack, and said, "You deserve it. Who asked you to scare me? I thought it was the tiger monster coming for revenge. It's not my fault."
Xu Xiuzhu stepped into the threshold, and without waiting for He Xu's consent, he dug out the brick stained with his blood from the basket on his back, with a look of confusion on his face: "Why are you taking this thing with you when you go out?"
"You need to take care of it!" He Xu said angrily, and then said in despair, "Look for my sister. I'm alone outside. If Xia Ze isn't here, I have to protect myself."
Xu Xiuzhu sat on the chair, played with the blue brick, smiled, as if the conflict just now had never happened, and asked: "You have a sister? Xia Ze shouldn't be your brother, right? If you want to make a career in the world,
But one magic weapon is not enough, there must be a few handy weapons at hand."
He Xu was a little disappointed when he heard the first two questions, but when asked about the weapon, his eyes lit up. He took out the thorny stick wrapped in red cloth and shook it: "A weapon? Yes, this,
Xia Ze gave it to me."
"Try it? With one stick, your position in my heart will be ranked behind my sister and behind Xia Ze." He Xu had a simple look on his face.
Xu Xiuzhu looked at the sharp thorns on the top and the harmless look on the child's face. He had an ominous premonition for no reason, but in order to save his face, he still forced a smile and said: "Tsk, you still...
"
"You're scared!" He Xu shouted.
"Who is scared? Who is scared?" Xu Xiuzhu patted his forehead, "This head is an iron head made of stone. Do you see it? A brick can shoot out sparks. Come on, say hello to me. Say hello with all your strength."
When He Xu saw that the guy had been fooled, he was so happy that he immediately picked up the red cloth stick.
At this moment, Xu Xiuzhu finally understood what this guy was doing. He was about to run away, but he turned around and bumped into a girl.
Outside the house, the little white donkey who was originally lazily stood up and looked into the house with a stern expression.
"Sorry, sorry, girl, I really didn't mean it." Xu Xiuzhu hurriedly helped up the woman who was knocked to the ground by him.
The woman snorted coldly, knocked away Xu Xiuzhu's outstretched hand, stood up, looked around the room, and said in a somewhat angry tone: "Master Xia isn't here?"
He Xu quietly retreated to the table and secretly hid the great book of Immortal Art behind his back.
"Is it you? My brother is not here, tell me if you have anything." He Xu held the blue brick and leaned behind Xu Xiuzhu.
"Since Mr. Xia is not here, I will go back. Sorry to bother you." Li Mifang turned and left.
"It's so late, what's she doing here? Could it be that she's looking for Xia Ze and me..." Xu Xiuzhu suddenly couldn't help but think about it, and the smile at the corner of his mouth looked more and more improper.
He Xu rolled his eyes at him and said calmly: "I don't know if you are here to see He Xu. Anyway, I will definitely read your book in front of Sister Yingluo tomorrow. Just wait until you are sent to the cold palace."
"Hey, you brat, you dare to sue me!" Xu Xiuzhu smiled and grabbed He Xu. He took the stick on his butt and received a light stick from He Xu, making him jump up and down.
When the little white donkey saw the woman walking away, he sat back on the ground again and muttered: "Anyway, you only asked me to keep He Xu. The safety of other people has nothing to do with me. Besides, I am really powerless."
On Diancang Mountain, on a certain hilltop, a group of about three thousand troops were stationed on horseback.
"Master Xu, there is a tiger demon on Cangshan Mountain who has just escaped into the Seventh Realm and set up a mountain sealing formation. I think we..." Du Jiangchuan pointed to the misty mountain top, wondering.
"Tiger demon? Mountain sealing formation?" Xu Hun frowned, holding the jade tablet in his palm, which turned into a golden light and hit the formation.