June 15th.

The sun is shining and the breeze is warm.

Chen Beiluo stood at the door of the Jiangcheng Intangible Cultural Heritage Museum, accompanied by Su Mengwei and Ye Zhenzhen.

The three of them talked as they slowly walked inside with the crowd.

There is a lot of traffic, but in the museum it seems empty.

There are all kinds of artworks placed on the display table, there are many kinds and countless ones, but as small as a bamboo carving and a decoration, there are text descriptions, and the language is concise and concise, but it can be introduced clearly.

The standard of the museum is really not low.

Although these things are not antiques, they are also the crystallization of wisdom, and they can vaguely see the charm, and they are often accompanied by these things, and their own taste and cultivation will be improved.

But for Chen Beiluo, it doesn't make any sense.

The further you go, the more valuable the object becomes, and gradually, bulletproof glass begins to appear.

The young man was not in a hurry, browsing one by one, and approached the location of the ancient sword.

At this moment, Chen Beiluo's heart tightened suddenly.

Not far in front of him, there was suddenly another person.

Silently, without warning.

If it weren't for that person standing there, Chen Beiluo wouldn't even feel his presence.

What a powerful Qi Kung Fu!

With the realm of the young man's current Five Qi Dynasty, it is really a bit unbelievable that someone can quietly bully him within ten zhang.

However, at the same time, it also aroused the interest of teenagers.

After all, it is now a modern society, although people like them are not unique, but they are also extremely rare, and they can be described as rare.

The man was dressed in a brown color, one of the least noticeable colors in the crowd, and a man would receive less attention than a woman.

The man's face is also very ordinary, belonging to the kind that is thrown into the crowd, no one will notice, he puts his hands in his trouser pockets, and his face is idle and leisurely.

When Chen Beiluo saw him, he also saw Chen Beiluo.

There is no difference in time for this.

The man bowed slightly towards Chen Beiluo, and the young man also nodded to him.

In the next moment, the two staggered tacitly.

Everything happened between the lightning and flint, and no third person noticed it, and Su Mengwei and Ye Zhenzhen beside Chen Beiluo were also unaware, and they were looking around and watching with relish.

Unconsciously, I arrived at the area where the poster was exhibited, where there were some ancient cold weapons, with different styles, such as armor, bows and arrows, halberds, etc., and the patterns engraved on them were very special, plus the introduction of the text, it would not make people feel boring.

Suddenly, the entire exhibition hall was plunged into total darkness, accompanied by sounds similar to gunshots and glass breaking.

The entire museum was thrown into chaos, with all kinds of screams coming and going.

Panic is contagious, especially in total darkness.

In this case, it is easier to have an accident when moving around, the museum itself is not crowded, the space is very large, and the probability of stampede in a small space is still very small, that is, I am afraid that when I run around, I will be injured by mistake.

And generally speaking, museums have emergency measures, even if the main power supply is cut off, there must be a backup, and within a few minutes or even tens of seconds, the light can be restored.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the museum to be restored.

This was followed by clearing the crowd and waiting for the arrival of the police uncle.

In total, more than a dozen items were stolen from the museum, some of which were valuable and some of which were not.

The turmoil was too great to be hidden.

However, none of this has anything to do with Chen Beiluo.

At this moment, he was hanging far behind the man in the coffee-colored clothes.

The speed of the two was very fast, and they overtook the lightning, and they had left Jiangcheng in a short time, and came to a small hill at the foot of Kaiming Mountain in Kaiming City, thousands of miles away.

The man carried a long, fuchsia wooden box on his shoulder, which contained an ancient sword stolen from the museum.

It turned out that as early as the moment before the power was cut off in the museum, Chen Beiluo had already sensed, and when he looked towards the position of the ancient sword, he happened to see the man smashing the bulletproof glass with one palm.

This was something Chen Beiluo didn't expect, and he thought that the other party was here to visit like him.

For a moment, he had forgotten the preciousness of the magic sword.

As for the museum's power outage and the destruction of the camera, it is naturally also a man's masterpiece.

With a flick of his fingers, more than 100 energetic qi shot out, formless and substantial, curved or straight, shattering the museum's electric brake and all the cameras in one fell swoop.

Chen Beiluo settled Su Mengwei and Ye Zhenzhen and chased after them as soon as possible.

……

"Friend, since you're here, why hide."

The man suddenly stopped and said lightly, his voice low and magnetic.

Now that he has been recognized, Chen Beiluo simply appeared generously, only to see his toes lightly tapping the treetops, his body like a willow leaf, swinging leisurely, and in an instant, he floated over a distance of more than 100 zhang and landed not far in front of the man.

He didn't want to hide in the first place, he just wanted to see when the other party could see through his whereabouts.

"It's you."

The man was not surprised.

"It's me."

Chen Beiluo's face was light and light.

"You want it too?"

The man patted the wooden box and said in a deep voice, as early as when he was in the museum, he knew that this young man was not simple.

Chen Beiluo shook his head and said, "The seniors misunderstood, my purpose is not it. ”

The man took the ancient sword for his own reasons.

Chen Beiluo didn't think it was a big deal to do this, for people like them who were really at the top of the world, all the worldly morals, rules, and laws could not really restrain them.

He and the other party are not murderous demons, but at the same time, they are not ordinary people who do their duty and are honest, since ancient times, it has been said that chivalry is forbidden to violate martial arts, and what men do is just what those who have far more power than ordinary people will do.

And what they want to do, no one can stop.

"Oh?"

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was careless, "Do you know my identity?" ”

Chen Beiluo said: "If I guessed correctly, you should be the Xuancheng real person who is pure and void." ”

He said that, but his tone was instructive.

The man's eyes lit up and he said with interest: "Interesting." How do you see that? ”

Chen Beiluo smiled without saying a word, smiling mysteriously.

Of course, he didn't see it, after all, he hadn't seen the other party, and the reason why he knew it was because of the spiritual sense of the Dao heart.

Some time ago, he thought of meeting Xuancheng Zhenren in Qingxuguan, but he didn't expect that today's wish came true.

The word fate is really wonderful.

Xuan Cheng Zhenren also smiled.

He naturally understands this subtle induction.

I saw him shake his body, his bones rattled, his body was suddenly raised a lot, his facial muscles twisted, turning into a handsome and flawless face, his thick sword eyebrows flew obliquely into his sideburns, his nose was like a gall, his dark eyes were as bright as stars, his body was filled with an indescribable strange charm, and the clothes on his body also turned into a black robe.

This is who he really is.

Xuan Cheng Zhenren smiled and said, "I don't know what to call the little brother?" ”

"Chen Beiluo."

Xuancheng Zhenren glanced at the young man deeply, and said pointedly: "Beiluo, Beiluo, really good name!" ”

Chen Beiluo said lightly: "The real person praised it falsely. ”

Xuan Cheng is really humane: "Say, what are you looking for me?" ”

Chen Beiluo smiled and said, "It's not a big deal, but I just want to learn from real people." ”

There are two ways for practitioners to learn from each other, one is to sit and discuss the Tao, and the literary fight is also; The second is to engage in hand-to-hand combat and martial arts.

Chen Beiluo's exchange is undoubtedly the second type.

As the saying goes: The battle for the avenue is not about words, but in the end it is necessary to see the high and low in terms of force.

Xuancheng Zhenren laughed and said: "It is worthy of being the apprentice of Qingyang Laodao, which is exactly the same as when he was young." ”

Chen Beiluo raised his eyebrows, and said in surprise: "Do you know my master?" ”

Qingyang is the name of the old Taoist priest, his full name is Gongsun Qingyang, and he claims to be a descendant of Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor.

Xuan Cheng Zhenren muttered: "Old friend, I haven't seen you for more than two hundred years." ”

Chen Beiluo was puzzled: "Why haven't I heard Master mention you?" ”

"The cow's nose is wilted and wilted, and he secretly drank up the peach blossom drunk that I have treasured for decades. You say, does he dare to mention me to you? ”

Xuan Cheng Zhenren scolded with a smile in his mouth, but his expression was very nostalgic.

Chen Beiluo's face turned dark and he was speechless.

In his impression, the old Taoist priest seemed to have told him about it, but the words were vague, and he almost forgot about it.

After Xuancheng Zhenren mentioned it......

Hehe!

"Hey! Don't talk about him, it's a disappointment. ”

Xuan Cheng Zhenren saw the embarrassment of the young man, and immediately stopped talking, and said, "Do you really want to compare with me?" ”

"Please also ask a real person to teach me."

Chen Beiluo clenched his fists with both hands, and his attitude was very resolute.

"Anyway, I haven't used force for many years, and it's good to be active."

Xuan Cheng flicked his sleeves and became serious.

"Real person please!"

Chen Beiluo took a deep breath and slowly rolled out a palm.

At a distance of 100 zhang, Xuancheng Zhenren felt a majestic true power rushing towards him.

"Good time!"

The real person strode forward, pointed like a sword, and pointed at Chen Beiluo's palm from afar, but saw a faint white-gold trajectory appear in the air in front of him, straight and sharp like an arrow, exuding an extremely strong qi.

Rumble!

The energy was connected, and it exploded violently, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the earth cracked a huge opening with a length of 100 zhang and a width of 10 zhang, and the rolling air waves were surging, filling the heavens and the earth.

Chen Beiluo's figure flashed, as fast as a ghost, and the lightning kicked out.

The real person didn't seem to react, and ate his blow hard.

It's just that Chen Beiluo's kick, which was full of real power, fell on Xuancheng Zhenren's calf like mud flowing into the sea, and he was not at all forced.

The young man was shocked, and immediately made a decision, and gently kicked on the real person's leg, and immediately flipped into the air.

Call!

The strong wind howled in Chen Beiluo's ears, which made his face hurt, but he also avoided the terrifying sword finger of Xuancheng Zhenren's gold and broken Yue, but he was not happy at all, because the real person's secret move had been waiting for a long time.

It was a fist.

Fist is power, and fist power is also power.

Between heaven and earth, the fist is the largest.

The punch went straight ahead, without any fancy and no unnecessary variations.

And sometimes no change is the best change.

The surging energy, the pure power of a landslide and a crack, firmly locked Chen Beiluo.

There is no way to avoid it, only hard resistance.

Chen Beiluo smiled slightly bitterly and stretched out his fist.

Fists collided with fists without making the slightest sound.

The sound is loud, and the elephant is invisible.

Chen Beiluo finally made a hasty move, not as good as Xuancheng Zhenren's accumulation of strength for a long time, he was blown away by his punch, and flew for dozens of miles like a cloud, until he hit a towering tree, and then stopped his body.

Even though this linden tree is more than 30 meters high, how can it withstand such an immortal true power, it exploded and turned into sawdust flying in the sky.

Chen Beiluo took a deep breath and breathed secretly.

Before he could heal the chaotic internal breath, Xuan Cheng Zhenren had already caught up.

In an instant, the palm shadow flew over.

Half a breath of the scene, two pennies to the right nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times.

Crackling, crackling.

The continuous crisp sound rippled in the green mountains and green waters, and the aftermath of the battle between the two was far-reaching, crushing all the rocks within a radius of five hundred zhang.

"Drink!"

Suddenly, Chen Beiluo withdrew his right arm, and then lightning poked out.

But seeing that it had risen several times, he turned his palm into a fist and slammed it down, and the power was ten times more violent than just now.

Xuancheng Zhenren knows very well, and he doesn't dare to slack off, and he gathers his true power at the moment to meet the general.

In the roar, smoke and dust rose everywhere.

After a long while, Fang Wu dispersed, revealing the majestic figure of Xuan Cheng.

I saw that the ground under the feet of the real person was sunk down more than 100 zhang like tofu, forming a huge deep pit, and the edge was smooth and flat, as if it was cut out by a knife and an axe.

Chen Beiluo was thousands of feet away, and a leafy linden tree under his feet turned from glory to withering in an instant, and there was no longer any vitality.

Looking around, there are already more than a hundred linden trees that look like this.

Xuan Cheng Zhenren's eyes narrowed slightly, and he praised sincerely: "Good boy, the Giant Spirit Xuangong has been practiced to such a realm, even Qingyang Lao Dao was far inferior to you when he was young!" ”

"Blue is better than blue, normal."

Chen Beiluo is not modest at all.

Xuancheng Zhenren nodded, with a deep expression.

There are talents from all generations, and they have led the way for hundreds of years.

This is an eternal truth.

Xuan Cheng's real body flickered slightly, flashed into the air, and the long black hair that could be seen flew up, floating backwards like arrows, and seven huge ancient stars suddenly lit up in the depths of the firmament, arranged in the northern sky in the spoon-shaped.

The stars are here!

Infinite starlight rolled down, as if the heavenly river was hanging upside down, injected into Xuancheng's real person's body.

The cold murderous aura permeated, and it was suffocatingly strong.

The South Dipper is born, and the North Dipper is dead.

The Beidou God is the supreme method with the most murderous intent in the world.

Chen Beiluo's expression was awe-inspiring and he snorted.

"Here comes the sword!"

The Taiyi sword placed in the dormitory turned into a flash of lightning and flew into his hands.

Chen Beiluo was holding a long sword, and his white clothes were fluttering, like an immortal in the dust.

And Xuan Cheng Zhenren has a cold expression, black clothes like ink, just like the demon king who destroys the world.