"Xuanyuan's holy path is actually just an artistic conception. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Ji Yi said and pointed to the sword, pointing at Zhang Daoyi.

The sword pointed at him, and Zhang Dao felt that this finger contained a whole world, in which trillions of people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and there was no killing but a happy world, which was the holy way of the Xuanyuan clan.

This finger carries the spirit of opening peace for all generations, which is a great wish.

"He is worthy of being the emperor of men!"

This refers to a soldier who has the power of humanity, oppresses the enemy with humanity, and surrenders without a fight.

"It's a pity that humanity is not mine!"

Zhang Daoyi made a seal of heaven in his heart, raised his right hand high, and slapped it directly.

This is the palm of the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Dao is vast and oppresses people with the sky.

In an instant, in Ji Yi's artistic conception, various disasters of heaven and earth appeared frequently, destroying the foundation of humanity.

The artistic conception was broken, Ji Yi's spirit was shocked, it was almost difficult to hold his qi and blood, and his face was flushed.

But Zhang Daoyi also stopped, they were just fighting and not fighting for life and death.

"Master, are you alright?" Ji Hao held Ji Yi, who couldn't help shaking, and asked.

"It's fine!" Ji Yi also calmed down at this time, and returned to his previous old appearance.

"Your intention just now is beyond my imagination, and the afterlife is terrifying." Ji Yi said with emotion.

Zhang Daoyi just smiled and didn't defend himself, the origin of this set of martial arts is really difficult to explain.

"I wonder if the little brother is willing to exchange martial arts insights with the old man?" Ji Yi asked, he wanted to have a good relationship with Zhang Daoyi, with his vision, if nothing else, Zhang Daoyi would have at least three points to break into King Kong.

"I can't ask for it!" Zhang Daoyi said with a smile, he also knew Ji Yi's thoughts, but he would not refuse.

Masters who can cultivate to the level of breaking the void and seeing gods are all living martial arts treasures, and talking about martial arts with people of the same level is not small for him.

After finding an empty room, Zhang Daoyi talked about martial arts with Ji Yi.

Zhang Daoyi is from the Tianyuan Realm, and his martial arts practice is countless higher than this world, and he has many wonderful insights, and Ji Yi has more than 5,000 years of accumulation in the Ji family, and Zhang Daoyi has unheard of various opinions on martial arts.

The two chatted for two days and two nights, and both of them only drank some water in the past two days, but they were still in good spirits.

Martial arts cultivation to the extent that the fat in the flesh has long disappeared and turned into fascia.

This kind of tissue is not only extremely resistant to blows, but also contains rich energy, almost a hundred times that of fat, with Zhang Daoyi and Ji Yi's current cultivation, even if they don't eat for ten days and a half months, they won't starve to death.

The two chatted and no one listened, the realm of the two of them was too high, and they couldn't understand it at all if they weren't masters of the same level.

Early in the morning, as soon as Zhang Dao walked out of the door, a purple gas was ingested into his pupils, and his eyes were filled with purple.

Behind him, Ji Yi also ingested a purple qi with his pupils, and ingesting the purple qi of the early sun to temper the spirit of the flesh can only be done by a master who sees the gods and is not bad, of course, there are also some people who are talented, and their innate spiritual power is extremely powerful, and they can also have this ability to swallow the essence of the sun and the moon in advance.

"Little brother, I'll leave first!" Ji Yi said.

"I won't send it if I have something to do." Zhang Daoyi waved his hand.

After Ji Yi left, Zhang Daoyi knocked on Lin Qingzhu's door.

The way of martial arts lies in perseverance, since Lin Qingzhu has the heart to learn martial arts, he also has the heart to pass on her martial arts, so naturally he will not let Lin Qingzhu be wasted.

Ten days later, Lin Qingzhu squatted in the back garden, different from the previous stiffness, now she squatted and walked with a feeling of unity, she had initially integrated the strength in her body, and the rest depended on the kung fu of the water mill.

"Your father's business has been negotiated, and I'm leaving." Looking at Lin Qingzhu, who was squatting on the horse, Zhang Daoyi said lightly.

"Didn't you say that you wanted to pass on my martial arts, and now you won't do it before I succeed in martial arts?" Lin Qingzhu asked.

"Martial arts, I will naturally pass on to you!" As he spoke, Zhang Daoyi pointed at Lin Qingzhu's eyebrows one by one.

All kinds of martial arts, from Ming Jin to the specific practice methods of each realm, all kinds of tricks and techniques, suddenly poured into Lin Qingzhu's mind.

This is the harvest of Zhang Daoyi and Ji Yi's two days of discussion, and his use of the spirit has reached a higher level, and he has achieved the empowerment and transmission of Gong just like ordinary monks.

A large amount of information poured in, and Lin Qingzhu only felt dizzy in his head, like a piece of paste.

When Lin Qingzhu came to his senses, there was no trace of Zhang Daoyi.

As soon as he approached the community where he lived, Zhang Daoyi's heart suddenly heard a warning sign, and his legs flicked hard like a rabbit kicking an eagle, and Zhang Daoyi moved three feet away in an instant.

After cultivating martial arts to this level of him, his mind is extremely sharp, and the autumn wind can foresee the danger in advance.

As soon as he bounced off, a bullet from a sniper rifle hit the spot where he was standing, and a hole the size of a basketball appeared in the ground from the sniper rifle.

This is a special bullet that will explode twice after hitting an object, and it is terrifying.

Even if Zhang Daoyi's current body is hit by this kind of bullet, even if he doesn't die, he will have to lose at least half a life.

As soon as Zhang Daoyi stood still, another bullet flew in his induction, and at this moment of crisis, Zhang Daoyi's body suddenly shrank, becoming only the size of a child, and dodged this fatal shot.

After missing two shots in a row, the sniper on the opposite side also felt the danger and stopped shooting at Zhang Daoyi.

"Crackling!"

The sound of bone joints rubbing sounded, and Zhang Daoyi's body returned to its normal size.

"It's over there!"

Zhang Daoyi looked at a tall building next to him, and in his senses, the murderous aura came from there.

It's a pity that the cultivation is not bad, and he can't lock on to the enemy with his spirit, otherwise this sniper will definitely not be able to escape.

People came and went at the gate of the community, and Zhang Daoyi's movement here quickly attracted the attention of passers-by, in order not to cause trouble, Zhang Daoyi left here in three or two steps.

"It's like a sniper shell!" A passer-by saw bullet holes on the ground and exclaimed.

"Call the police, terrorists must have done it!"

When the police arrived, they found that the surveillance of the entire area had been breached, and the murderer could not be found at all.

"It's someone from the Yagikai!" Seeing the fragments of sniper bullets on the ground, an experienced old policeman judged.

"Close!" The old policeman said.

"This is not under the control of our police, and naturally there will be an organization to deal with this matter."

"Could it be that the legendary dragon group really exists?" A young policeman asked the old policeman.

"There isn't a dragon group, but there is a green dragon group, which is not something you should know." The old policeman whispered, and the young policeman didn't say much after hearing it, and he wasn't stupid.

"It's time for Yagikai's claws to be chopped off!"

In a courtyard with beautiful mountains and rivers, a middle-aged man with a jade face played with the shrapnel in his hand and muttered in a low voice.