Tang Mutang was shorter than An Zheng in height, and he was also a little thinner, and the whole person looked polite and not dark. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info many people with a bookish or Sven temperament actually have some darkness hidden in them. But Tang Mutang didn't, and it looked clean and refreshing.

He said, "When I open it with my left hand, it is the door of illusion." When I open it with my right hand, it is the secret weapon of the Tang Gate.

There are cultivators in this world, but the number of cultivators is definitely in the minority. Therefore, those who cannot practice also have their own rivers and lakes, and practitioners call them Fanwu rivers and lakes. One thing is for sure, whether it is the rivers and lakes of cultivators or the rivers and lakes of mortal martial arts, the secret weapons of the Tang Sect are all famous and terrifying. Legend has it that in the southern Xinjiang area of Daxi, as long as the word Tangmen is mentioned, it can make many people's faces change color.

And the most terrifying thing about Tangmen is that it ...... Unite.

Whether it is a sect, an academy, or a family, once the scale is large, it is inevitable that there will be intrigue within it. The Tang Sect is naturally no exception, but as long as it involves external affairs, the Tang Sect must be single-minded. In other words, your family doesn't care what's wrong, but as long as you are working with outsiders, you should immediately let go of your prejudices and even hatred against each other.

An Zheng remembered hearing a rumor that the eldest son of the Tang family and the youngest brother of the ninth prince were at odds. The ninth prince never gave face to the eldest prince, even in front of the older generation of the Tang family. But once again, there was an accident in the mansion of the eldest prince of the Tang family, and the eldest prince of the Tang family went out to seek justice. The ninth prince was playing outside, and after hearing that, Pegasus arrived to assist Tang Dagongzi in hitting the opponent head-on, and then snorted at Tang Dagongzi, glared, and turned his head away.

The scene is slightly funny, and Tang Jiugongzi is slightly cute.

Tang Mutang is the descendant of the Tang family, An Zheng doesn't know. But for the people of the Tang family, An Zheng always has respect.

But the greatest respect for one's opponent is to face up to the opponent and give it all out when competing.

Tang Mutang retreated backwards, retreated to the edge of the side of the martial arts arena, and then looked at An Zheng and said two words seriously: "Be careful." ”

Then his left hand was raised, and An Zheng immediately felt a flower in front of him.

An Zheng actually didn't care much about illusions, and before An Zheng felt that all illusions were just relying on people who were not firm in their minds. But the moment Tang Mutang raised his left hand, An Zheng knew that his prejudice against illusion was terrible. Tang Mutang didn't have any opportunistic tricks, nor did he have any tricks, he simply raised his left hand. And An Zheng was sure that he was a person who was very firm in both mind and perseverance, but the moment Tang Mutang's left hand was raised, An Zheng still fell into illusion.

An Zheng didn't know why...... It was once said that the so-called illusion deceived the human eye. As long as the eyes don't look, then there is no illusion to speak of. However, An Zheng is very sure, even if he closes his eyes now, his mind is still in the illusion. I know it's an illusion, but I just can't avoid it.

A peach tree appeared in front of An Zheng, a peach tree that looked very old. When An Zheng saw this peach tree, he felt that he should be climbing a mountain. Yes, it was he who felt that he should be climbing a mountain. He kept telling himself that this was the scene of the illusion, but he couldn't stop himself from entering it.

There was still a palpable sense of fatigue, as if I was finally reaching the top of the mountain after climbing for a long time.

The peach tree was at the highest point of this mountain, and there was a flat land. I don't know why there is such a place that seems to be artificially leveled on such a high mountain, about 100 meters in radius. There is a thatched hut on the inside of the flat land, and there is a wooden fence on the outside. The peach tree, which looked very old, was in this small yard, and it looked bigger than a thatched hut.

The trunk of the peach tree is like a dragon, thick and full of explosive power. The branches that looked out seemed to be arrows of light shot from the dragon's body, and they had the power to transcend eternity.

When An Zheng saw the peach tree, he actually had a feeling of saluting.

There is an impulse on the peach tree that makes people can't help but want to worship, as if the peach tree records some ancient past, vicissitudes and solemnity. Every branch of the peach tree looks like an arrow, which makes the shape of the peach tree seem a little weird, but it gives people a feeling that it should be so.

It's a peach tree, and it's so imposing on the peach tree.

The door of the hut creaked open, and a man in a black and white robe slowly walked out of the hut. The man was smiling when he saw An Zheng, as if he expected An Zheng to come, and there was no hostility in his eyes, only nostalgia.

"It's finally here. ”

The man pointed to An Zheng, and then to the old peach tree in the yard, "It's like I finally got it." ”

An Zheng's heart shook suddenly!

Feng Xiuyang, the wind Xiu Yang who exchanged his own life for the life of the peach tree. It's just that Fengxiu was defeated, and he underestimated the group of Taoists on Daxi Wudang Mountain, and also underestimated the arrogance of the peach tree. So he could only flee and go to the Western Regions to find a dead peach tree branch as his natal sustenance, so that he could barely die. So the moment he saw Feng Xiuyang, An Zheng suddenly understood that the old peach tree was the peach tree that had been immortal for three thousand years on Wudang Mountain.

"Why you?"

An Zheng couldn't help but ask.

Feng Xiuyang said: "Maybe you don't even know that I have such a heavy position in your heart." You will have many opponents in your life, but in your subconscious, you feel that I am your biggest opponent. Maybe I don't understand why you feel that way, but it's just an affirmation of me. ”

An Zheng: "You're not real, I know I'm talking to myself, you don't exist." It's just a fantasy, and there are flaws in any environment. ”

Feng Xiuyang shrugged his shoulders: "It doesn't matter, no matter what you think, it doesn't matter." Even if it's an illusion, it's your illusion, not mine. It is I in your heart, not you in my heart. ”

An Zheng didn't understand why Feng Xiuyang would appear and say such things. Could it be that deep down in his heart, he really regarded Feng Xiuyang as his biggest opponent? But Feng Xiuyang is not strong, when he was in Yan Kingdom, An Zheng was sure to defeat him, and later when he was in the Western Regions, An Zheng was sure to defeat him, it stands to reason that it is impossible to attach so much importance to Feng Xiuyang, especially after Feng Xiuyang took a piece of dead wood as his life, let alone that.

"You see, this is my peach tree. ”

Feng Xiuyang pointed to the peach tree and said, "The peach tree is me, I am the peach tree." This peach tree has absorbed the essence of the Taoist Sect for three thousand years, and there are Dao fruits everywhere. The peach tree's natal life is mine, my natal life is the peach tree, then these Dao fruits are my Dao fruits, now do you know why I want to get this old peach tree so much?"

Suddenly, this is a kind of hegemony.

The peach tree has been in Wudang Mountain for 3,000 years, and it bears fruit when it hears the sound of Taoism. Feng Xiuyang knew that it would be difficult for him to achieve a positive result in a place like Yan Guotai's dojo after all, so he thought of such a tricky way. He exchanged his life for the life of the peach tree, so that the three thousand years of Dao fruits on the peach tree would be his. He didn't have to practice at all to enjoy three thousand years of cultivation.

An Zheng was shocked, maybe this is the reason why he raised Feng Xiu as an opponent?

An Zheng began to regret that he shouldn't have saved him when he was in the Western Regions.

"Are you doubting yourself?"

Feng Xiuyang laughed: "Seeing your expression, I know that you are doubting yourself." Didn't you know it was an illusion, why did you doubt yourself?"

Feng Xiuyang raised his hands: "Because you are starting to get confused and start to be serious." ”

The moment he raised his hands, a tree grew green.

In spring, peach trees produce leaves. Then in a trance, a peach blossom tree blooms.

In the middle of summer, the peach blossoms fall like rain.

The peach blossoms on the trees were all drooped down by the wind, and the peach blossoms rained like a rain. An Zheng's body is surrounded by falling petals, and there is an intoxicating fragrance of flowers.

With a pop, An Zheng felt a pain in his left arm, and he looked down to find a peach blossom piercing his left arm. Followed by those incomparably gorgeous peach blossoms became hideous, and the peach petals seemed to be indestructible, and the torrential rain was coming towards Anzheng. An Zheng wanted to dodge, but at this moment, his body seemed to have lost control, and he couldn't move at all.

Not only could he not move, but the power of cultivation in his body instantly disappeared without a trace. An Zheng wanted to rely on his body to block the peach blossom petals, but his body didn't know why it had lost its former firmness, even after being tempered by purple fire, the body of the heavenly thunder baptism could not stop the peach blossom rain. An Zheng's body was pierced in an instant, and countless peach blossom petals swirled and cut into his body, and then pierced out, one by one.

Blood and peach petals are mixed together, and it looks so poignant. When the petals penetrate An Zheng's body and fly out, it will bring out a line of blood. It seems to be the body's nostalgia and reluctance to peach blossoms, stretching out his hand to keep it.

This picture seems to be frozen, with a violent and bloody beauty. Then the picture suddenly accelerated, and countless peach blossoms burst out from An Zheng's body, blood lines one by one, looking so terrifying.

An Zheng felt that his body had been shredded, and his power disappeared in an instant. It's not just power, it's life. He watched the peach blossoms shoot out, watched his blood fly out of the sky, and watched Feng Xiuyang stand on the steps and smile as bright as peach blossoms. An Zheng felt that he couldn't stand anymore, his knees began to weaken, and he couldn't help but want to fall forward.

At this moment, a smug smile appeared on the corner of Feng Xiuyang's mouth, which was the posture of a victor.

But at this moment, I don't know that there was a sound of a long sword unsheathed from there. The voice was like the nine heavens of shock, and the sound was like thunder. There was no sound, more obsessive than the sound of the sword leaving its scabbard.

It was An Zheng's sword, but An Zheng didn't draw his sword, he was still standing there, and there seemed to be blood flying around him.

But An Zheng was also laughing, and his smile was brighter than Feng Xiuyang.

"Thank you for this illusion, which allowed me to see the answers I had been looking for but couldn't. Thank you for this illusion, if I don't fall deeper into it, I won't be able to see what is hidden in my own heart. ”

After the sword roared, the falling flowers were gone!

An Zheng stretched out his right hand, his middle finger and index finger together, and pointed forward with two fingers: "Since you said that this is a matter in my heart, how can you really be confused and controlled by you in my heart?"

Poof, a long sword came out of nowhere, stabbed in Feng Xiuyang's back, and stabbed out of his heart.

Feng Xiuyang fell, his face full of unwillingness.

An Zheng withdrew his hand, and then praised very seriously: "Great secret weapon, great illusion." ”

In the martial arts arena, none of the hidden weapons like peach blossoms that fell to the ground stabbed An Zheng. Everyone didn't understand what was happening, but they heard the sound of a long sword coming out of its sheath, and then the dark weapon fell to the ground, and then Tang Mutang slowly squatted down with a miserable red face, gasping for breath.