Chapter 857: A Dream of Glory That Will Never Wake Up Again

Outside the village

Feeling the fluctuations of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the distance, Zhou Chang's brows furrowed more and more, and he paced back and forth a little uneasily, almost every second he might rush to that side. The humiliation Fang Xie gave him was too great for him to bear, and a man's dignity seemed to be torn apart on the day he met Fang Jie.

In Penglai Sect, he is the person whose status is second only to Su Yang. Among the eight hundred disciples under the sect, which one of them was not respectful when he saw him? Even in Mu Mansion, because his cultivation is indeed very profound, Mu Guangling will not be cold to him. As for the three thousand, they looked at him with admiration and awe.

This revenge, if you don't do it yourself, it will be a pity after all.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, and several times he could barely help but leave here. But when he thought that his future glory and wealth would be inseparable from Mu Fu, he forced himself to stay. Mu Xianjun had a sentence that was very right, and when Su Yang mentioned this sentence to him, he was particularly in favor of it. Mu Xianjun said that today's Mu Mansion is Mu Guangling's Mu Mansion, and tomorrow's Mu Mansion is Mu Xianjun's Mu Mansion. At that time, Zhou Changmei said to Su Yang, if the Mu Mansion succeeds, then today's Mu Mansion is Mu Guangling's Mu Mansion, and tomorrow's world is Mu Xianjun's world.

That's why he endured it.

When a person's status is high enough, the order of honor and inferiority of master and apprentice is actually meaningless. Su Yang is Mu Xianjun's master, and Zhou Changmei is Mu Xianjun's uncle, but in front of Mu Xianjun, the two of them are more like a pair of followers.

Zhou Changmei could feel that the flow of heaven and earth vitality in the village was extremely regular, and he guessed that this was the third junior brother's confinement technique. If there is no confinement, then the great cultivators will fight, and the flow of heaven and earth vitality will be extremely chaotic. Now that Yuan Qi is running in one direction like a small river, which means that everything is under the control of his third junior brother. Thinking of this, he was a little relieved.

Fang Xie is really difficult to deal with, especially the invisible force that makes people unguardable. It is precisely because of this that Zhou Changmei's cultivation is stronger than Fang Xie but he lost face so much.

Just when he was restless in his heart, suddenly an unprecedented alertness came out of his heart, and he turned around violently, and without looking at it, he punched out behind him!

The majestic internal strength smashed backwards like a raging wave, and Zhou Changmei saw a black shadow swinging backwards in front of his internal strength, but he was by no means shocked by his internal strength, but floated backwards with his internal strength. This kind of borrowing effort, this black shadow has been used perfectly!

"Who!"

He let out a roar.

In the distance, a farmer who looked particularly honest and honest walked over slowly, with a gentle smile on his face: "It's me, but you don't know me, and I don't plan to tell you, just make you anxious......"

After a few seconds, he laughed twice, as if his reaction was half a beat slower.

Zhou Changmei was worried in his heart, where does he care about the origin of this person, rushed forward a little under his feet, smashed down with a volley, and smashed the violent internal strength on the position where the farmer was standing, and immediately smashed the land out of a large pit with a radius of several meters. However, Zhou Changmei knew that he definitely didn't hit that person, because the moment the internal strength bombarded down, the person actually floated out to the side again with the strength of the internal strength.

"Who the hell are you!"

Being able to avoid two moves under him was enough for Zhou Changmei to pay attention to, and the first move was made under his guard, using all his strength. The second trick was that he was angry and used his power, but the man avoided it unscathed, and it didn't seem to be any pressure at all.

"I didn't tell you, you still asked."

The farmer appeared more than ten meters away, and he looked like a fallen leaf, carried out by the dust and smoke that Zhou Changmei's previous move smashed on the ground and vibrate, looking at him thick and strong, and he didn't know why his body was so light, and a gust of wind could blow him off the ground.

"Friends"

Zhou Changmei frowned and said: "Penglai Sect is doing things here, you'd better avoid it, although I don't know where you come from, it's best not to hurt the harmony." ”

"Penglai Sect?"

The farmer shook his head: "I haven't heard of it. ”

Zhou Changmei knew that this person was deliberately looking for him, and it was expected to be Fang Jie's subordinate, so he didn't bother to say anything, and pushed forward with both hands stretched out.

"Big waves!"

The internal strength of these palms was like the rising tide of the sea, and the waves were several meters high, and the sand and dust on the ground surged towards the man. This style is when Zhou Changmei practiced on Penglai Island, watching the sea tide and feeling it, and the power of this exercise was so great that even Su Yang was full of praise.

This kind of big wave swept the sand and swept a wide range, and there is no doubt that if the farmer was swept into the waves, he would not be able to escape!

But then, the scene Zhou Changmei saw made him dumbfounded!

Under such a violent internal strength, the man could still float up and down with the internal strength, and the internal strength that could easily destroy a house was like a skateboard under his feet.

This picture is so weird!

Zhou Changmei's face changed suddenly, and he suddenly remembered something.

……

……

"Ground crack!"

Zhou Changmei shouted angrily, put his hands together and then slammed into both sides, the surging internal strength before suddenly turned downward, and then suddenly separated, and the huge tearing force pulled out a hole in the ground, and drilled into the crack like the internal strength of the sea, and sure enough, the farmer also fell into the crack with the internal strength.

Zhou Chang frowned and put his hands together.

The crack that can be stuffed into a person suddenly closes!

But at the moment when the crack closed, as the internal strength in the crack was squeezed out, the farmer who had obviously fallen into the crack actually flew out lightly, and the scene was like a ball floating on a blowout torrent, no matter how violently it shook and always floated on it.

Many people will play a game when they are young, fold a piece of wheat straw, and then put their heads in their mouths, put a soybean on the wheat straw, and when they blow, the soybean will float up, and if they don't blow, they will fall, and I don't know how many people's childhood is spent in such a boring but fun game. At this time, the farmer is the soybean.

Zhou Changmei's face changed again, and he had vaguely guessed who that person was, and because of this, his face became more and more solemn.

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly withdrew the power of cultivation, and the farmer really floated towards him with his internal strength, and when he saw this scene, Zhou Changmei was overjoyed, and suddenly strengthened, and the internal strength returned to his side like a low tide, and the farmer always stepped on the waves, fluttering with it.

Seeing that the farmer was about to return to Zhou Changmei's body with his internal strength, Zhou Changmei's right fist slammed out, and his previous internal strength returned, and the internal strength of this punch rushed forward, in contrast, how fast the speed was! The farmer stepped on his inner strength, and saw that he could not avoid the punch no matter what.

However, in the next second, when the fist wind was about to touch the farmer's body, he reached out and reached forward, and when he was about to touch the fist wind, his body suddenly turned, and the fist wind was led to circle around him, and then slammed into Zhou Changmei!

Such a means of borrowing power is incredible!

The distance is too close, and the fist wind of this punch is a blink of an eye from the time it is sent out to the time it is turned back, and it is too late for Zhou Changmei to avoid it, so he can only punch again, and forcibly block his previous fist outside.

But what shocked him was that the fist wind of the second punch was led away by the man again, and the farmer's body turned around again, and the fist wind obediently turned around like a blindfolded donkey, and smashed into the face of Zhou Changmei again!

Zhou Changmei was shocked, he couldn't avoid the first punch, this second punch came faster than the first punch, and the two fist winds were mixed together, with a kind of power that even Zhou Changmei himself had to fear. At the critical moment, Zhou Changmei's body slammed back, and he was able to dodge the punch.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the internal strength like the waves before returned.

Click!

Zhou Changmei's legs were directly swept off by the big waves that he blasted out before, and his knees couldn't bear the huge power, so he broke directly backwards, and his leg bones stabbed out of his muscles, and Bai Sensen's was still hung with bright red blood. The sand was several meters high, but it was trampled by the farmer, so it was much lowered, and if it hadn't been trampled down, he couldn't have said that his own move would have ruined his own life.

But that's not the end of it

The big waves swept his legs off, the farmer jumped down from the internal strength, stretched out his hand to press down and then rushed forward, the majestic internal strength honestly followed behind his palm and ran forward, and soon condensed into a very solid sword of internal strength, the farmer's body turned back, the palm of his hand opened, and the sword of internal strength stabbed into the back of Zhou Changmei's heart fiercely, and then penetrated out of the chest.

These are all Zhou Changmei's own moves, whether it is the big waves before or the two fists in the back, they are all his own, and the farmer has not had any internal strength from beginning to end. But it was Zhou Changmei's own moves, which were used by the farmer after being washed and combined, and the power was much greater!

The internal strength penetrated through the chest of Zhou Changmei, and the blood in the large blood hole at the mouth of the bowl flowed out like a waterfall of blood.

Zhou Changmei, who was kneeling on the ground, didn't want to believe that it was himself who killed him.

He glanced down at the hole in his heart, and turned his head to look at the farmer behind him with great difficulty: "Are you known as a non-player in the rivers and lakes?" ”

"Yes"

The farmer nodded.

"I used to ......"

Burst!

Zhou Changmei spurted a mouthful of blood, and said with a wry smile: "When I heard your name, I was curious about how you killed so many powerful opponents without making a move, this is a thing that makes no sense...... Now I finally understand that you can't call out because you don't have any cultivation power at all, and all your attacks are borrowed from the enemy's ......."

"That's right"

The farmer breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good, I won again...... Every time I fight with someone, I am afraid, if the news of my own lack of cultivation is spread, many people will be able to kill me, my enemies only need to hire a few strong ordinary men, but I am afraid that I will not be able to stop it. Fortunately...... All who knew my secret were dead. ”

A touch of unwillingness flashed in Zhou Changmei's eyes, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then slowly threw himself forward.

The farmer looked at his corpse and shook his head: "It's better to fight as little as possible in the future, in case someone sees through my methods before I die, I won't live long......"

He muttered to himself, and then shouted into the distance: "Lady, I won the battle again, it's okay now, I don't need you to die with me!" ”

The charming young woman came over with her plump buttocks and kissed the farmer on the face: "I know that my man is the best, and I will reward you again tomorrow!" ”

The farmer smirked, and then looked at the village: "I didn't expect that there were only four people here, and the people of Mufu didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was thick, and there was only this one left outside. Let's go into the village, otherwise we won't even see the end of this fight.

The young woman nodded, took the farmer's arm, and walked side by side towards the village.

Zhou Changmei, the second master of Penglai Sect, died aggrieved outside an unknown small village like this, with his dream of glory and wealth, and never woke up again.