The golden door slowly opened, and a little golden light came out of the door, and as the crack in the door became larger and larger, the golden light emitted from it became more and more dazzling, and finally Wang Yi couldn't help but close his eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a while, the stinging sensation disappeared, Wang Yi slowly opened his eyes, the golden light was gone, and the golden pocket door had disappeared without a trace, and Wang Yi only had the dark fruit and three pieces of brown paper left in his hand, but what surprised Wang Yi even more was that everything around him had changed.

The tall buildings, the sea of fire on the long street, and even the charred corpses of high-level evolutionaries were all gone, Wang Yi found himself on a huge round white stone platform, surrounded by white clouds, so that he didn't know where he was, the only clue was that in the center of this huge platform there was a white-haired man sitting in the center... Man?

Wang Yi is very close to the center of the platform, but a few meters away, he can see very clearly, this life is very strange, the two thick eyebrows on the face of the Quartet are like swords flying obliquely, just looking at the face shape and eyebrows only makes Wang Yi feel that this person is calm and stable, heroic, but a pair of narrow Danfeng eyes are very good-looking, with a small nose bridge and a small mouth like a cherry, only these eyes, nose and mouth seem to be better than Zhang Yuxi.

Such facial features put together, coupled with the white hair that reached to his waist and back, really made Wang Yi unable to tell whether this person was a man or a woman.

The white-haired man sensed Wang Yi's gaze, turned his head, and said lightly, "Are you here to seek guidance?" “

This voice is extremely hoarse, but the hoarseness is not as thick as a man should be, but there is a little more shrill in a woman's voice, which makes Wang Yi even more unable to distinguish the gender of the person in front of him, but now is not the time to care about this.

Wang Yi hurriedly nodded in response.

"It's a good fate."

The white-haired man said such a sentence clearly, and without waiting for Wang Yi to respond, he immediately raised his right arm, and a white jade hand stretched out under the loose Liuyun sleeve, and then Wang Yi saw his index finger curl slightly.

Scold!

Hearing only the sound of a knife, I saw a cold light on the fingertips of the white-haired man, and immediately after, a knife light broke through the air and struck straight towards Wang Yi.

The castration of this sword light was extremely fast, Wang Yi didn't expect the white-haired man to suddenly make a move, in a hurry, he didn't have time to pull out the pipit, so he could only raise his right hand and move the palm in front of him, and at the same time, the internal qi in the dantian was surging, and it converged into the right palm along the Yangming large intestine meridian of his hand.

In the next moment, the knife light came, Wang Yi's right palm shook, and the first style of the Tongxin palm's 'Rising Tide Three Stacks of Waves' was used.

This is the first time Wang Yi has used this move, originally he was not familiar with the move, but the palm he used in a hurry was round, and it was already worthy of entering the house.

It's just that before Wang Yi could be happy, the knife light passed through his palm, and immediately after, Wang Yi lost consciousness and fell into chaos.

"Actually took my knife with his hand, hum, it's a bit like..."

When Wang Yi's consciousness woke up again, he heard the rather strange voice of the white-haired man, and there seemed to be some faint joy in the tone of this strange-looking guy.

It's just that what makes Wang Yi even more strange is that he saw a knife light hovering in front of him, and there was a phantom behind the sword light, which was the appearance of a white-haired man, and there was nothing around him, as if he was in the environment when he was meditating, and the most important thing was that he couldn't feel the existence of his body, in his perception, he now existed in a palm print.

Without waiting for Wang Yi to investigate what happened and where he was, the man in white asked, "Why do you practice martial arts?" ”

Listening to the question asked by the man in white, Wang Yi naturally thought about this question, and he soon had an answer, and replied in his heart: "To live." ”

Wang Yi couldn't even sense his body and didn't know how to answer, but what was amazing was that as he responded in his heart, his voice resounded throughout the void space, floating back and forth.

It's just that Wang Yi's answer didn't seem to satisfy the man in white, and the white-haired man asked again with an expressionless face: "Why do you practice martial arts?" ”

"To be stronger."

This was Wang Yi's answer after thinking about it again, but the white-haired man was still not satisfied, and asked for the third time: "Why do you practice martial arts?" ”

This time, Wang Yi didn't have an answer for a long time, and it took a long time before he responded in his heart.

"For the sake of faith."

Wang Yi's every answer is not a denial of the previous answers, but a supplement, he must live to have a chance to become stronger, only with strong strength can he find Brother Dao, protect Li Rao, and even chop up the corpse demon lord and so on, and all this is gathered together and turned into faith.

Only after having an unwavering belief can Wang Yi overcome all difficulties and go on unswervingly step by step, and then do what he wants to do, should do, and want to do.

The man in white nodded and didn't ask any more questions, but said lightly: "This is the sea of consciousness that you have just opened up, that is, the place where you have entered meditation, and your consciousness was placed in your palm by me just now, but I gave 'it' the will."

And I am now the manifestation of a trace of spirit, the sword light in front of me is condensed by my half of the sword intent, and the next thing that will happen is the repetition just now, before your palm print collapses, how much you can comprehend depends on your chance. “

The words of the man in white can be regarded as answering the question in Wang Yi's heart, but there are more things in his heart that he doesn't understand, just like giving a palm print a 'will', such a mysterious statement Wang Yi doesn't understand at all.

Just without waiting for Wang Yi to ask, the phantom of the man in white quickly faded away, and soon disappeared without a trace, followed by the sword light.

Silently, the sword light broke through the air, but before it could get close, Wang Yi's palm print also moved without the slightest warning.

It is still a rising tide and three waves, but Wang Yi clearly feels that this palm is completely different from when he uses it, this palm print seems to be slow and sick, like waves and like flowing clouds, in such an indescribable state, the palm print suddenly stopped, and the next moment, the knife light was colliding with it, just like a fish in the net, the palm power was bursting out, and in the roar, the palm power mixed with the internal qi was like a wild tide, wave after wave.

The sword light shook lightly, and the castration was blocked, obviously greatly affected by the palm print, but then the knife light flashed slightly, and it was with the momentum of splitting mountains and breaking waves, cutting everything in front, and then the knife light passed through the palm print, Wang Yi heard a soft click, but there were a few faint cracks on the palm print.

The exchange between the knife and the palm rose suddenly, and the knife fell in an instant, and the knife won and the palm was defeated, but Wang Yi cared more about the process, and he had many vague feelings under the careful experience in the palm, and his consciousness involuntarily remembered the way of speed and slowness recorded in the second half of Liuyunjin, and the content that he couldn't understand at all before seemed to be faintly understood.