Although he had vaguely thought of it in his mind, the short and fat Taoist still couldn't accept it.
Is he really such a young boy?
Or am I getting old and can no longer hold a knife, and all kinds of monsters and ghosts dare to lie to me?
"That's not right!" The short and fat Taoist suddenly thought of something and broke out in a cold sweat.
When he was near the arena before, the short and fat Taoist was hidden in the void. Not to mention ordinary people, even the conferred gods would have a hard time finding him there.
However, with such a covert sneaking, this kid actually saw the fire clearly, and slowly used the talisman to drive himself into the floating island in the void.
The short and fat Taoist should have thought of it a long time ago. Not to mention seeing through the void at a glance, the talisman seal that acts on the interlayer of the void is an extraordinary thing. How can ordinary people possess it?
Especially looking at the nonchalant look on this kid's face, it seems that in his eyes, the talisman is not a big deal.
"This boy is really extraordinary!"
Thinking of this, the pudgy Taoist's appreciation for Yuan Chen has long since disappeared, and his love for talent has turned into fear.
"Who are you!" the short and fat Taoist asked sternly. Not only did he not let go of his guard, but he became even more cautious.
"Huh?" Yuan Chen stood on the observation deck on the third floor, his eyes widened, "You are in my attic now, and you are still here asking me who I am, are you a tiger?"
"You said this is your attic, so it's your attic? I also said this is an unclaimed land!"
Thinking that he had been toyed with by this young boy, the pudgy Taoist became even more irritable. He couldn't help shouting: "What evidence do you have to prove that this is your attic? If not, you just said so."
cheat!!
"Why are you so annoyed?"
The short and fat Taoist turned around quickly, only to see a fist as big as a sandbag right in front of him.
A powerful and heavy punch hit the short and fat Taoist in the face, knocking him staggering. Then Yuan Chen swung out another punch and hit him again in the same position.
"You need evidence, right? You need to prove, right? You need to deceive, right? I will tell you today why the flowers are so red."
Punch after punch hit the short, fat Taoist's face, making a crackling sound. This was a "slap in the face" in the true sense.
However, although the short and fat Taoist's head kept swinging back and forth with the impact of the fist, he did not see red, and the short and fat Taoist's consciousness did not lose consciousness, and he still stood upright on the ground.
"Come on, I see you're not seriously injured, so I won't waste any time."
Yuan Chen, who originally had no intention of striking hard, just gave him two symbolic blows and then stopped, without pursuing him relentlessly.
"Finished?"
"It's over!"
"Then should we sit down and have a good chat calmly?"
"Okay, please take a seat!"
If anyone was watching from the sidelines, they would be surprised to see that the two people who had just fought were able to chat calmly face to face, and even sat down and had a long chat in a leisurely and elegant manner.
What's going on?
Yuan Chen waved his right hand, and little bits of spiritual light slowly scattered from his sleeves, falling to the ground to form an exquisite small table. On both sides of the small table, there were also exquisite and small futons placed on each side.
"Fellow Taoist, please take a seat."
The short and fat Taoist Shi Shiran sat down and spoke slowly, "Sitting down without tea is not the way to treat guests. Is it possible that I should prepare my own tea and cakes?"
After the pudgy Taoist sat in meditation, his immortal aura emerged spontaneously, making him look like an immortal.
"How could it be? The tea is being prepared and it still needs some work. Why don't you and I chat first?"
The short and fat Taoist smiled and touched his face, then asked a strange question.
"Did you feel comfortable playing just now?"
"That's natural." Ignoring the pudgy Taoist's gloomy gaze, Yuan Chen looked directly into his eyes, "Just now, someone among the Supreme Elders should have been spying. Now, although the ban on Longhu Peak has been lifted, there are still
Some people are worried and come to check on the situation from time to time."
"With your cultivation and combat power, are you still afraid of this little mortal?"
"It's not fear, it's hiding." Yuan Chen put the index finger of his left hand in front of his lips and chuckled.
"But your formation cultivation is indeed terrifying. This seemingly simple formation incorporates so many medium to high methods, seven? Or eight?"
Just when Yuan Chen was hitting the short, fat Taoist on the head, there was a pair of eyes peering into the Dragon Tiger Peak from high in the sky.
Yuan Chen's spiritual consciousness is strong, so he can naturally detect it; the short and fat Taoist is not an ordinary person. He borrowed a donkey to go downhill and immediately turned on the yellow cover mode - sullen and beaten.
Under the influence of the illusory array under Yuan Chen's cloth, the scene in Gao Tianshang's eyes slightly changed. The short and fat Taoist turned into a round doll, standing firm under Yuan Chen's quick punches.
Until the owner of those eyes left, he was still muttering, "This boxing technique is unorganized and extremely vulgar; so is the doll, how can it be so ugly?"
After the play was over, the pudgy Taoist's mind became much clearer, and he finally remembered his purpose.
No matter whether the owner of the attic is old or young, male or female, it all comes down to visiting, so why get angry?
Wisps of divinity surround the short and fat Taoist, making him appear even more mysterious, like a statue of a god worshiped by thousands of people.
Yuan Chen looked at the pudgy Taoist who was becoming more and more extraordinary, and a trace of doubt flashed in his heart, "Is he really a god?"
Divinity is the basis for becoming a god. What a person can cultivate to become a god is also a ray of his own divinity. If he fails to cultivate it, or if he cannot cultivate it and strengthen it, it will be in vain, and there will be no hope of becoming a god.
Although there is not much divinity in the short and fat Taoist, just strands surrounding him, the quality of the divinity is very high. Each strand is like a thousand mountains, extremely heavy.
Such divinity must have been cultivated through countless hardships, far beyond the limits of those who would be conferred as gods.
"You have good eyesight, but I'm more curious about what the so-called supreme is."
Yuan Chen was not polite and asked his most curious question directly.
There are many sects in the mortal world that have received the legacy of the Supreme, and they also have the Supreme Classics. According to Ni Changsheng, the Supreme Classics of each sect are different, and even the same skills are very different.
The Daoxian Sect's supreme alchemy book records the alchemy technique "Yun Ling Hand", while other sects may use the fire control technique, the collection method, or the tripod method, which is different.
This is true for alchemy, and it is the same for other skills.
Yuan Chen didn't know whether the supreme methods of other sects were related to his own, nor did he know how many supreme methods came from his own hands, but this did not prevent him from speculating.
Now that the person suspected of being the supreme person is right in front of him, of course he has to ask him questions.
The pudgy Taoist's eyes flashed with strange color, and he laughed, "Supreme? What kind of supreme is there!"
"The so-called supreme is just a means that only gods can master. Nowadays, there are no gods and demons in the mortal world. Of course, the means of gods are supreme!"
"You should be a mortal, no wonder you don't even know these things. Okay, let me put it another way, do you know about Thousand Planes Gate?"
Hearing this name, Yuan Chen felt familiar again, as if he had heard it before.
Looking at the expression on Yuan Chen's face, the pudgy Taoist opened his mouth again and explained: "There are wonderful gates in the side, left and right ways of heaven. I am the ancestor of the side gates. I am the ancestor. The ups and downs of reincarnation laugh at all living beings. Thousands of opportunities are in my hand. This is the Qianji Gate."
A bolt of lightning flashed in Yuan Chen's mind, like a blazing sword that cut through the layers of fog in his mind, tearing open the dusty seal on his memory in one fell swoop.
"This sentence is what I once said!"
Yuan Chen suddenly remembered that in the last reincarnation era, there was a boy who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth, and shamelessly pestered him, insisting on learning some skills from his hands. The Tiandao of that generation were quite well-behaved, and Yuan Chen didn't.
Make more arrangements, just eat, drink, and flirt with countless saints and goddesses in heaven and earth every day.
Having such a follower bothering him every day, Yuan Chen felt that it was disappointing to have fun, so he just took some things and sent him away, leaving the random remarks he just made as an encouragement.
Unexpectedly, that kid really kept everything in mind and built a powerful force across the ages?
Besides me, is there anyone who can resist the return of heaven and earth?