glanced at each other, and both of them praised each other.

Martial arts have reached such a point that looking at people is no longer limited to skin and bearing, but looking at a person's god.

An Qisheng glanced at it, only to feel that under the old man's majestic lion-like body, there was an unruly heart, as straight as the Nine Heavens Dapeng, flamboyant and domineering, fierce and arrogant.

And for Yan Maniac, this person sits cross-legged, the divine will is as clear as the sun, Xuan He is magnificent, there is no trace of variegation, whether it is spiritual cultivation, divine will cultivation, it is all harmonious and complete.

The body of the Qi vein can cultivate such a divine sense, which is no less than raising a Kunpeng in the pool water, which makes him all surprised.

With such a divine will, don't say that it is too yin and infinite, it is to take the path of the sun, and I am afraid that there is a seventy percent possibility.

It's no wonder he's so confident that he doesn't even care that he's on his side.

It is no wonder that it is difficult to even slash the divine vein, such a divine will is already infinitely close to Taiyin Wuji, and there are only eight or nine people who can fight with him on the weapon spectrum.

In this realm, there seems to be no difference between the success or failure of the divine vein.

"The name of the Yan Maniac is well deserved."

An Qisheng withdrew his eyes.

Yan Maniac is not hostile, because no one in this world can fight him with a child.

Pang Wanyang can't do it, and Yan fanatics can't do it.

He deceived himself, which was a provocation for ordinary gods, but for him, it was a show of kindness.

Because the world knows that he has unparalleled physique, and he is strong in horizontal practice, the closer he is, the greater the advantage for him.

"I don't want to retreat for three years, there is a character like Brother Dao in the world."

Yan Maniac stood with his hands in his hands, sighing slightly.

He has gray hair, his appearance is not good, not ugly, not handsome, but his every move has a natural sense of beauty.

It seems that heaven and earth are cooperating with his every move.

Beside him, the young man couldn't stop looking at An Qisheng, as if he was quite curious about him.

An Qisheng just smiled and asked, "Brother Yan came from afar, I don't know why?" ”

"It's just a matter of quiet thinking, Yan is an idle person, he went out of retreat for three years, and he was quite happy when he heard about Brother Dao's defeat of the Dafeng Imperial Court, so he came to see him."

Yan Maniac smiled slightly.

His relationship with the imperial court in his life was extremely poor, and he had a lot of disputes with the imperial court before the establishment of the Great Dragon Gate, and it was not until after the establishment of the Great Dragon Gate that he relented, but he also had no good impression of the imperial court.

On the contrary, for An Qisheng to act like this, he naturally has a good impression of three points.

"Brother Yan seems to have a lot of dissatisfaction with the imperial court."

An Qisheng heard the dissatisfaction in his tone, and shook his head slightly: "I heard that your Dalongmen is in Youzhou, and the officials and generals of the imperial court have to obey your wishes, how can you still be dissatisfied with the imperial court?" ”

Although Yan Maniac has not been walking around in the martial arts for a long time, the Great Dragon Sect has only been able to rank among the top sects in the world for only a few decades, how can he not know?

Compared with the calm and low-key of Huangjue Temple, the big dragon gate is more arrogant, and the entire Youzhou large and small sects are all surrendered, but in Youzhou, up to the change of officials, down to the business pass, you have to go through the checkpoint of the big dragon gate.

And Youzhou is also the most peaceful state among the 73 states in Dafeng.

Whether it is a thief or a rogue, a horse thief or a thief, no one dares to go to Youzhou to commit crimes!

Where is this sect, it is simply a country within a country.

That's it, a certain person looks down on him. A person is a villain, what is the court? ”

Speaking of the imperial court, Yan Maniac's face sank, and he asked rhetorically:

"Brother Dao, do you know how many people have killed people in the life of Pang Wanyang, the first demon Dao today? Yan killed people again? ”

"I don't know."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

"Pang Wanyang has killed thousands of people in his life, Yan is not talented, ten times as much as him! However, the killing karma of our waiting is not enough for the court to faint at will! ”

Yan Maniac's expression was flat, and he said:

"When I was a child, the Youzhou disaster, when Youzhou Prefecture Mu Yin Yingguang, for the sake of promotion, concealed and did not report, did not think about disaster relief, only enjoyed peace, in order to protect the political performance, collected the food of the mountain village for the city, only a year, Youzhou mountain village near empty!

For my brother's life, my mother boiled a pot of minced meat after my father starved to death........"

"Uncle!"

But it was the young man who took his hand with a pale face.

It was not the first time he had heard these words, but every time he heard them, he shuddered in his heart, and he couldn't imagine what kind of horror and despair he had at that time.

"Damn it!"

Anderson sighed softly.

In the year of the real catastrophe, thousands of miles of red land, there are many things that change children and eat, but can it be said that they are vicious by nature?

Between life and death, there are very few people who can see through the great monks, let alone the victims?

Sadly, in a year of catastrophic disasters, the most starving people are often farmers who grow the most food, but they still have to starve to death.

The land crops nourished by the aura of heaven and earth in the long-floating realm will never starve to death unless they encounter a catastrophe or a rampant expropriation.

"That's a lot to talk about."

The Yan madman said no more, and instead said:

"Brother Dao might as well cross the tribulation first."

"But it's not in a hurry, what's the harm in letting Lei wait for a while?"

An Qisheng's expression was calm, unhurried.

Yan Maniac was slightly surprised, the divine vein was close at hand, within reach, and anyone who was would have to cross that threshold before saying anything else.

This kingly Taoist can be so calm, which shows his state of mind cultivation.

As he spoke, the dark clouds of the thunder snake in the sky did not disperse, but the thunder seemed to be contained but not released, and seemed to maintain a balance.

Let the boy smack his tongue when he saw it.

"Haha, yes, what if you let this god wait for a while!"

Yan Maniac laughed, only to feel that although this person was gentle, his temper was quite in line with his heart.

"Brother Yan is here to make an appointment with Pang Wanyang on February 2 next year, right?"

An Qisheng looked at the Yan madman, although he was asking, he was actually sure in his heart.

Such a character as Yan Maniac, there are few things in the world that can arouse their interest, he calls himself a single husband, naturally does not put glory and wealth in his eyes, and the person who pursues it all his life is nothing more than the way of heaven and man.

And today, the closest to the way of heaven and man is naturally Pang Wanyang.

"That's it."

Yan Maniac bowed slightly, and did not hide:

"Meritorious deeds to such a realm as ours, seeking battle and seeking war, what we seek is not the victory or defeat of the battle, nor the righteousness of people, but the sublimation and elevation of the divine will between life and death, and capture the sympathy of the qi machine in the underworld, in order to peek into the avenue of heaven and man.

In the world, only Pang Wanyang is the best opponent, and it would be a pity to miss it. ”

Martial arts cultivation to such a realm, glory, wealth, power and beauty are all at your fingertips, but what you really pursue is no longer such a thing.

Only the avenue of heaven and man is their pursuit.

In fact, as early as twenty years ago, he had climbed the Holy Mountain of the Six Prisons, but at that time, as soon as he saw Pang Wanyang, he turned his head and left, knowing that he was not an opponent.

It wasn't until this time that he cultivated Taiyin Wuji, and his martial arts finally couldn't be advanced, so he went out of the customs to find him to fight to break the last move.

"Is it a pity?"

Anderson just shook his head.

He naturally understands the pursuit of the divine veins, but understanding is understanding, but he doesn't agree with it.

The so-called Tao is not sought outside, why pretend to be in the hands of others?

Do you have to have a master of the same level to fight to the death to be promoted?

If not, wouldn't it be impossible to enter?

"Brother Dao doesn't seem to agree?"

Yan Maniac raised his eyebrows slightly.

He was not a good-looking person, his face was ordinary, but as he raised his eyebrows, the whole person's bearing was completely different.

When his long eyebrows are raised, he looks sharp and unruly, but it is not that he is hostile, but that he is like this.

"It's not that I disagree, it's just ......"

Anderson laughed lightly:

"If I want to kill someone, it must be because I want to kill him, not to get something, and I don't need a reward from others, let alone my own way."

Yan Maniac's eyes condensed slightly, and he heard the meaning of An Qisheng's words.

"Brother Dao's words are reasonable, but they are only reasonable. For example, although he was not a very outstanding person two hundred years ago, he lived for more than two hundred years, and he was more clever than me now, but he was cautious for two hundred years, but he had ever glimpsed the slightest change in qi?

The reason why he made an appointment to fight Pang Wanyang was because he only had this one chance.

But if it's like this, I may not be much stronger, the bottleneck is the bottleneck, and I can't step through it, and I may not be able to step it in three hundred years! ”

Yan Maniac smiled faintly:

"I'd rather seek defeat and death, how can Yan be a good man?"

"Pang Wanyang's divine will came from the body that day, and one move was actually not finished, but the body of the sheep and snake failed to carry all the essence of its style......."

Hearing this, An Qisheng didn't say much, and instead said:

"If Brother Yan fights him, the odds of winning are no more than thirty percent."

"Sancheng?"

Hearing this, the Yan madman was not annoyed, and also nodded to himself:

"In my opinion, thirty percent is more, but there is such a thing as fighting, and you still have to fight to know."

"That's a good point."

An Qisheng sat cross-legged, but one arm was slowly raised:

"This punch was the punch that Pang Wanyang hit at that time, but unfortunately this punch is not exactly what I want, and it can be about seven or eight percent of the meaning......."

Call~

As the words fluttered, An Qisheng slowly squeezed his fist and punched out.

Empty and empty, ethereal, like the starry sky, the sky, and like a meteor falling, it seems to be slow, but in fact it is incredibly fast.

Almost as soon as the words fell, the punch was already like a mountain toppling down, rumbling and suppressing.

"Huh?"

The moment An Qisheng raised his arm, Yan Maniac's heart was in a trance, as if he felt that the person in front of him was no longer a royal Taoist, but replaced by Pang Wanyang, who had been invincible for decades on the Holy Mountain of the Six Prisons.

"Good punch!"

Yan Maniac flicked his hand casually, and the young man was blocked with an exclamation, but he had been thrown far into the air.

At the same time, a long howl like the roar of an eagle pierced the sky.

It's just ten feet, and it's just a snap of a finger.

How fast was An Qisheng's punch?

At the same time that the Yan madman pushed away the young man, he was already outside the Yan madman's father.

In just a moment, that layer of talisman has been pierced by the fist mark.

And at this time, it was also the time when the Yan Maniac let out a long howl.

In the face of the rumbling punch, he whipped with one arm and threw out a strange angle, and he actually met this punch alive!

Rumble!

The two fists were withdrawn at the same time, and there was no real collision, but the airflow of the entire courtyard had been exploded at once, and the tornado was generally soaring into the air.

Call~

An Qisheng sat still, the airflow was withdrawn, and the punch spontaneously arrived, but it was only an instant.

Yan Maniac stood still, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was realizing.

It wasn't until the boy who was screaming 'woo wow wow' fell down that he opened his eyes and reached out to catch the boy.

He looked at An Qisheng, his eyes shining:

"Seventy percent?"

An Qisheng shook his head: "Seventy percent of the unfinished punch." ”

Yan Maniac raised his eyebrows and smiled:

"You can touch it!"

An Qisheng smiled but did not speak, closed his eyes slightly, and turned his heart to the sky.

Thundered!

In the next moment, the thunder like a dragon and snake rumbled along with the heavy rain!