The eight factions, all of which are unique stunts, in fact, the sects that can be selected by Cihang Jingzhai are all first-class.

It's a pity that there are some people in this world, and there are some things that cannot be calculated by man.

Cihang, the Demon Gate, there is no strong or weak, counting Cihang's thousands of years of control of the dynasty's luck, the strength should still be above the Demon Gate, but since the end of the Song Dynasty, the Demon Gate has been full of geniuses, on the other hand, Cihang has started to be a little bit of a membership.

By the time Pang Ban was born, Cihang had been completely suppressed by the Demon Gate, just like Shi Zhixuan in the early years of the Tang Dynasty, Pang Ban's martial arts were unmatched in today's world, and today's martial arts no longer have those top masters of the righteous path in the early Tang Dynasty.

Ziqin was surrounded by the Eight Sects, and he could easily feel the majestic energy coming from all around, which belonged to the Eight Sect Seed Disciples.

Very strong, very strong.

It's a pity that, like Pang Ban, he is no longer limited to the peak of the Grandmaster, otherwise, maybe the disciples of the Eight Sects will be able to restrain him a little.

With a finger in his hand, Ziqin did not deliberately perform any moves, however, this finger had already driven the most dazzling thing in heaven and earth, and the face of the reluctant monk who was facing this finger suddenly became difficult to see.

Ziqin and Pang Ban were injured in the battle, this is the reason why the disciples of the eight factions rushed to encircle and suppress Ziqin, in their thoughts, Ziqin is a seriously injured person, even if he fights hard, he can also consume Ziqin.

It's just that when Ziqin pointed it out, the reluctant monks found that they were all a little wrong.

This finger is no longer limited to energy such as internal forces, but a kind of avenue between heaven and earth.

The avenue is only better than the perception. If you can catch up with that kind of understanding, you will be qualified to compare internal forces, moves, and other skills, but at this moment, Ziqin's finger has really made them unable to catch up.

pointed out that the figure was shaking, and the pale face of the reluctant monk Zhong Ziqin's body seemed to have become illusory and passed through the body of the reluctant monk, and he didn't know how to reach the back of the reluctant monk.

The offensive of the disciples of the eight sects was immediately forcibly contained, and they looked in horror at the reluctant monks who had replaced Ziqin and appeared under their attack.

These people have already seen the scene just now, but. Seeing is seeing. But no one believed his eyes.

Naturally, they didn't think that Ziqin was a ghost god, but they understood that it was an extremely clever body method, and it was so clever that it made people's naked eyes hallucinate.

This kind of body method is almost occult, and it is no longer martial arts.

"I don't want to be the master of the sect, but I have already reached this realm."

There was no smile on the face of the little halfman. His brow was bitter, as if he could squeeze out the juice.

"You're all underestimating Pomban. You can't even see through it. But I don't know where I got the courage to provoke Pang Ban. ”

Ziqin put away the momentum on his body, the heaven and earth returned to their original state, and the tavern was still a tavern. Except for the loss of one wall, and the fact that all the people around him have run away in fright, there is no other change.

It's just that in this short period of time, the gas of the Eight Sect Seed Disciples has changed, and these people no longer have the slightest brilliance.

Ziqin had already planted an irreversible martial arts obstacle in their hearts.

"The little monk dared to ask the master of the Li Sect, did Pang Ban be injured in that battle."

The reluctant monk bowed slightly, and there was no hint of aggressiveness in his tone, only a peaceful, two-level contradiction created by the master, but I don't know if even his personality was affected.

"In that battle, Li and Pang Ban were both impacted by their hearts, and Li Mou was able to take this step because of that battle, as for Pang Ban, I am afraid that it is no worse than Li."

Ziqin smiled wordlessly, he did benefit a lot from that battle, but he understood that Pang Ban was by no means nothing, in fact, when he fused Li Ruohai's memory, he clearly felt that Pang Ban's aura was also changing.

Dao Heart Cultivation Demon, Pang Ban was originally flawed, but when the battle was about to end, he clearly felt that Pang Ban's breath became more and more ethereal.

That's why Pomban let him go.

At that time, he needed to fuse Li Ruohai's memory, cut off his obsession, and take the last step, but Pang Ban was not.

It's just that the last step is not so easy to take after all, he just gets the taste of enjoying the last step temporarily, and Pang Ban will never take the last step directly.

I'm afraid, Pang Ban is at most more aware of the details of the last step.

After all, it still has to fall into the battle with the waves, but this is fate.

Ziqin was silent, his mind thought of Pang Ban and Lang Chuyun, no one understood better than him that these two people in this world were the only ones who were qualified to lead others to the last step.

Yingyuan lacked spiritual training, and at the age of eighteen, Yingyuan cut all martial arts and finally got the perfection of the soul.

However, after the soul is consummated, Eagle Yuan can no longer open the final portal, so Eagle Yuan has been waiting, waiting for someone to open the last portal, so that Eagle Yuan can go with it.

And Pang Ban, for the time being, the spiritual cultivation is not as good as the Eagle Yuan, however, the martial arts have already reached the end of cultivation, and only one more step of perception is enough to break through the final portal.

Unfortunately, Ziqin was not enough to support Pang Ban to break through the portal, because Ziqin's mind was also broken.

In this world, perhaps only Pang Ban and Lang Chuyun can truly reach the limit of martial arts, and also reach the realm of spiritual consummation.

Meaning and realm, everything about the Daozu martial arts, but how many people have been able to see through these two words throughout the ages, and the consummation of these two words is the key to opening the last door, but how many people know.

Ziqin sighed slightly, but he was in no mood to talk to the disciples of the Eight Sects.

He strode out of the tavern, no matter what the Eight Sect disciples were feeling at the moment, he left the city directly, his state of mind had fallen from the previous Taishang realm.

The strong internal force expanded in the body, and the true qi of the Northern Darkness began to rotate with a special rhythm, and each rotation increased by one point, and the feeling of getting stronger all the time was estimated to be excited to death, but Ziqin only felt a chill expanding in his heart.

For the time being, it is not a power, but an invitation from the god of death, but unfortunately, he can't get rid of this invitation.

Huangzhou Mansion is by no means a big city, and Xiaohuaxi is not a big brothel, but there is one person in this place who has to be mentioned, Pian Xiuxiu.

Ziqin didn't like music, but he couldn't help but want to listen to Lian Xiuxiu's piano, he was more like waiting for someone here, Ganluo, the poisonous hand Ganluo.

It's a terrible thing to be against Pang Ban, and since that war, Ziqin Wei is really a little reluctant to go against Pang Ban, however, the more you don't want to do some things, the more you have to do them, just because once you don't want to become a habit, you will always lose the confidence to do that thing again.

Ziqin arrived at Xiaohuaxi very early, and because it was early, no one competed with him for mercy.

On the third floor of Xiaohuaxi, Ziqin finally saw Lian Xiuxiu, in fact, it is impossible for another person to see this peerless famous prostitute at this moment, but Ziqin is Li Ruohai at this time, and there are few people in this world who Li Ruohai can't see.

When he saw Lian Xiuxiu, Ziqin had to admit that this was a pitiful woman, she was not beautiful, but she had a faint sense of tenderness, just like Xu Zhimo's famous poem, the most gentle that bowed her head.

"I never thought it would be the master of the Li Sect who came in person, but it was an honor for Xiuxiu."

There are some people in this world who can see their identity without saying much, Pian Xiuxiu is a famous prostitute, but her eyesight is excellent, and there are definitely not many people in the rivers and lakes who have such a look as Li Ruohai, and even have a look like Li Ruohai, and then there are such martial arts, there is only Li Ruohai alone in the world several times.

"Li Mou just wants to listen to Miss Xiuxiu's piano music."

A faint tenderness flashed in Ziqin's eyes, and the temperament of Pian Xiuxiu seemed to have touched the softness in his heart, Ziqin had experienced countless worlds over the years, but it was the first time he had spoken to someone so gently.

Lian Xiuxiu sat at the window, she could feel the incomparably complicated in Ziqin's heart, the kind of depression hidden in her chest, a trace of pity flashed in her eyes, and a pair of Xiu hands gently pressed on the guqin in front of her.

The sound of the bell breaking sounded, and a gentle piano sounded, Ziqin suddenly felt that this song seemed to slowly knock into his inner world, the long-sealed door was gently opened, and the memories he had tried to forget countless times slowly appeared.

On the country road, a toddler about one or two years old staggered in front, looking back at Ziqin from time to time, as if he was waiting for Ziqin, and seemed to be afraid that Ziqin would not follow him and let him go forward alone.

And Ziqin was accompanied by a young woman, a gentle young woman, just like the pity Xiuxiu in front of her.

"Go back, don't send it again, I'll come back to pick you and your daughter when I settle down."

Finally, Ziqin stood still, reached out and pressed the young woman's shoulders, and hugged the young woman fiercely in her arms in the tears on her face.

It seems that the figures of the young woman and the child on the boundless country road are finally blurred, and the sound of the child shouting 'Daddy' echoes in his ears, but it is impossible to see each other again in this life, and Ziqin's eyes can't help but shed tears.

Family.

What a distant word, after all, I can't see it, and I will never see it again in this life.

On the third floor of Xiaohuaxi, Ziqin's eyes closed in pain, a trace of depression spread from Ziqin's body, and the chair he sat on, the table in front of him seemed to be weathered as if it had been put into the wind for thousands of years.

At the window, Lian Xiuxiu stopped playing the piano, she couldn't think of what could make a person so miserable.

Her song was supposed to remind people of the happiest thing in their hearts, and it was supposed to make the most depressed person happy, and never painful.

The sound of the piano stopped, Ziqin slowly opened his eyes, he stood up, and the tables and chairs turned into dust in front of him.

Under the eyes of Lian Xiuxiu full of pity and doubt, Ziqin slowly walked out of the third floor, his figure looked extremely haggard, however, for some reason, Lian Xiuxiu felt that this figure seemed to have something more than when he came. (To be continued......)