On this day, Wang Ping'an returned home in a daze. His master scolded him for being gone for so long and the rice on the stove was cold.
He didn't answer, looking like he had lost his soul.
Song Kaixiu summoned his soul that night, but to his surprise, from then on, Wang Ping'an seemed to have enlightened himself, and his martial arts and Taoism improved by leaps and bounds.
The youngest descendant of the three sects in Ranshan and the youngest chief, he is known as the 300-year-old disciple. These remarkable achievements were achieved in just ten years.
Wang Pingan, who is so outstanding, lives an ordinary life. He lives in daily life, practices Taoism and martial arts, socializes and makes friends... everything is in order, as if he is a puppet that has been manipulated, but it is just a puppet with a soul. What exactly is he?
The appearance is deeply hidden.
No one knows that he is still the same mediocre boy.
His master, Song Kaixiu, was so satisfied after having such an outstanding disciple that he would brag to everyone he met.
Everything that I met in that cave that day was carefully hidden by the Taoist priest. Even his good friend Bai Zimo didn't know about it.
Wang Ping'an knew that everything he had achieved was inseparable from the pyramid and the golden page. They had improved his talents intentionally or unintentionally.
However, time flies by and slowly, even he himself has forgotten this long-standing memory.
He is getting stronger and stronger, more and more famous, and is respected by more and more fellow students and people in the world, but he does not feel happy at all.
Wang Pingan loved to talk and laugh, but after the fun faded, there was only a deeper emptiness.
If you live a decent life, so what?
Wang Pingan feels that he owes a lot.
Until, that afternoon, on the boat at the dock.
Met that girl.
She is also ordinary, giving Wang Ping'an a similar feeling, that of a mediocre person's sense of fate.
It’s not that the Taoist priest is not good enough, it’s just that he realizes that like countless predecessors in the sect, he will spend his life mediocrely walking on the established path.
And what about the fisherman's girl? She lives in the ordinary, but her longing for the extraordinary is often a mediocre dream that has not given up on fate.
Despite this, Wang Ping'an could say loudly that he liked Fu Xixi but he didn't dare.
Seeing her is like seeing your destiny.
A simple, irrational decision.
This is not love at first sight, this is a love that the Taoist priest has planned for a long time. Fu Xixi fits all the characteristics of his dream lover. Cheerful and optimistic, pure and lively, with a delicate appearance and warm eyes.
In addition, the memory hidden in the corner became clearer day by day, and gradually started to roll over. "When you picked up the hilt of the sword, remember to send it to Taiwu's successor. Stop running around and move faster."
Move faster!
Wang Ping'an opened his eyes. He was in the middle of a high-altitude tornado. The strong wind caused severe pain in his eyes. His body was bruised and bruised by gravel and branches, but he was still holding the fragment of the sword hilt tightly.
Looking up, there are two giants in the distance. One has dark skin, plump muscles, and bright red totem lines all over his skin. The other has a majestic appearance. Behind him are seven huge sword hilts hovering like haloes.
Only then did Wang Ping'an truly understand the meaning of the phrase "send it to Taiwu's successor" that he heard when he was a child.
The Buddha is so generous. If you want to convey a message, you have to start from the beginning. Aren’t you afraid that the message will be lost?
No, not only that, but also enlightening me by the way? Wang Pingan thought, did Wang Pingan meet the Buddha, or did the Buddha find Wang Pingan?
Before he could think deeply about this problem, he suddenly felt that he was falling rapidly. It turned out that he was thrown out of the tornado!
Most of Wang Ping'an's three souls and seven souls were scared away. Before he could say his last words, another tornado blew. He rose again, ups and downs, far and near, but finally he was approaching the battlefield. The Taoist breathed a sigh of relief.
The only thing I worry about now is not to be beaten to ashes by a sudden palm.
Xue Feng waved the long snake and used Chi You's Iron Whip, the secret skill of the Five Immortals Sect. With the blessing of Chi You's true intention, this secret fifth-level move suddenly gave him the first-level demeanor of a god. Not to mention that he can now control the sky and the earth, and he can carry the sea.
, the long red snake in the shape of the Demonic Sword Prisoner Wood in his hand stirred the atmosphere and spread wind and rain all over the sky. It seemed to be able to cut down hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers, and its awe-inspiring power overwhelmed the sky and the earth.
Sun Lizhai used her skills to resist, and suddenly spotted a flaw. Her left hand pierced the whip shadow in the sky like a meteor. She withstood dozens of heavy blows in an instant. Her arms made a clanging sound of gold and iron. She closed her palm and grabbed the long snake.
The black cloud that had spread for ten miles disappeared like a whip shadow.
What a vicious snake, it was grasped seven inches, but still refused to give up. It stretched out its neck and bit the female venerable's arm, violently gushing out its venom like fire. It was visible to the naked eye that one of Sun Lizhai's white jade arms was dyed dark red.
"Drink!" Sun Lizhai struggled to pull the long snake away. The huge force made Xue Feng stagger, and then she suddenly punched out with her right fist.
The seventh-level boxing technique Zhengxinlian in Yiguan.
What a punch, hitting Xue Feng's nose, and the blood flower that exploded happened to be a red lotus.
"The punches of the poor nun are so delicious!" Sun Lizhai laughed boldly and punched relentlessly, beating the blood maple until the lotus blossoms bloomed.
At this time, after Jiuhan's death, there was only one Xue Feng left in the world as Xiang Shu's incarnation. Unexpectedly, the special power of Xiang Shu's Sambhogakaya was blessed by Xue Feng.
"Roar!" The stunned Xue Feng suddenly came back to his senses and became extremely angry. His body increased again, reaching over 1,000 feet. His majestic body could be seen throughout Jingbei. Unfortunately, everyone is now hiding in the pure land.
There are really only a few people who have actually seen this battle of giants.
Sun Lizhai laughed loudly, like thunder rolling across the sky, "It's not enough. You, a great benefactor, are so stupid. Let a poor nun teach you what truth is!"
I saw that this female superior didn't care about the poison in her left arm. She raised her right leg and swiped it suddenly, tripping Xue Feng down.
With such a body shape, no light skills could be performed. Xue Feng watched helplessly as the sky above his head slowly shrunk, and his huge body fell to the ground like a mountain. The ground shook in an instant, and a circle of dust waves roared out.
Wang Ping'an, who was unable to control himself due to the flow of air, saw his face changed drastically when he saw this scene. He finally got close, but this time he was blown away for several miles.
"Ouch! The poor man will definitely come again!" The insignificant scream was drowned in the billowing smoke.
Sun Lizhai used her free hand to crush the red snake that was biting her left arm, tore off the snake's head and threw it to the ground.
This snake seems to be a living creature, but it is actually the form of a divine sword. The snake's head rolls several times in the air, turns into a stream of light, returns to its body, and turns back into a poisonous snake that spits out messages.
Xue Feng supported the ground with one hand and waved a whip with the other, trying to force Sun Lizhai away, but he didn't expect her to fight like crazy, regardless of the blood and flesh flying all over her body, hissing loudly, holding the seal of the treasure bottle on her hand, she bent her knees first and struggled to step,
He stepped on Xue Feng's chest, and then suddenly hit him on the head with a lump.
It is said that Chi You and his eighty-one brothers all had bronze heads and iron foreheads, but this time, even the iron mountain had to make a big hole.
Xue Feng was hit so hard that his eyeballs were almost squeezed out of his sockets. Sun Lizhai was so powerful that she was unforgiving. A pair of iron fists were like a heavy rain of meteors, pounding down at any moment. The earth shattered and high-pressure underground water flow rushed up.
Mixed with blood, it looks like a rushing red waterfall.
