Before Chen Ping'an delivered the first punch.

The old man on the clouds, wearing a crown of five mountains, painted with the true shape of the five mountains, is full of color, faintly heard the sound of pine waves, crane singing, spring water flowing mountain streams.

The old man squinted at the school martial arts field of the Flying Eagle Castle, and laughed dumbly. The ghost baby that was conceived in the heart of the castle lord's wife, they master and apprentice have been planning for nearly forty years, and it is bound to be won, among which the hardships and hardships and the spending of a lot of money, and the mysterious coincidence, are not enough for outsiders.

This Flying Eagle Castle hidden in the mountains and forests, the original intention of construction, I am afraid that it has already been buried in the loess with the first castle owner, but the old man knows that the two largest immortal lords in the central area of Tongye Continent, the two immortals of the Fu Ping Sect and the Taiping Mountain, had a conflict, and fought hard, and the Jindan monk of the Fu Ping Sect never thought that the Taiping Mountain monk he provoked was actually a hidden Yuan Ying giant!

The latter knew that the limit was approaching, and there was no hope of breaking the realm, so he finished explaining the aftermath, and left the mountain gate and began to travel in all directions, although he was a person whose body and soul were rotten, but after all, the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse, and the Jindan monk of the Fuping Sect was almost killed on the spot, and the latter fled all the way, and was still intercepted by the Yuanying of Taiping Mountain in the area of today's Flying Eagle Fort.

Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, the Jindan monk had the decisive idea of burning the jade, so he resorted to a forbidden technique of the Fu Ping Sect, because at that time, at the end of the Jin Dan monk's strong crossbow, the orthodox inheritance of the sect invited the gods to descend to the truth, and invited those gods with great powers, there was little hope, so he did not hesitate to use all his life essence and blood, and attracted an ancient monster recorded in the secret book of the Fu Ping Sect, the demon head was more than ten zhang tall, and the evil spirit condensed into the substance, as if wearing a pitch black heavy armor, in fact, the Jin Dan monk had died of anger after inviting out the monster, and the hollow skin had already turned into dust and dissipated between heaven and earth。

The Taiping Mountain Yuanying may not have the possibility of evacuating the battlefield, but in the end he still chose to fight with the ancient demon to the end, the magic weapon came out one after another, the spell smashed to the monster like rain, the old monk's skin opened the flesh, and the soul shook, until the golden pill collapsed, and the out-of-body battle Qifu Yin God was the first to die, and the Yuanying monk was still crying out happily, and the doppelganger who came to the world with the monster came to the world, and died together.

A shocking battle, beating the boundary under the feet of both sides, the yin qi condensed for hundreds of miles, no less than an ancient battlefield with tens of thousands of soldiers buried in bones,

The Yuanying monk of Taiping Mountain is still at ease with the world, worried that the yin air here will be dispersed, which will affect the luck of the nearby mountains and rivers, and the remnant soul will be forced to support itself to survive, and find a young woodcutter who enters the mountain to chop wood, and grant him a secret method of defeating, as well as a technique of attacking, which is the knife technique of the most rigid and yang, and the Yuanying monk also wants the young woodcutter to build a castle here, spread the branches, with the help of the descendants of the pure martial arts, to suppress the yin qi of the living people, at the same time, the descendants of the Huan family practice the knife technique here, because there is an invisible yin qi to sharpen, like a best whetstone, the martial arts of the children of the Huan family are refined, often twice the result with half the effort, which also created the status of Flying Eagle Castle in the rivers and lakes of later generations, with many geniuses and leaders of martial arts.

Including the old man Huan, several generations of castle owners like to roam the rivers and lakes on the bright side after the success of martial arts, and win the reputation of the Flying Eagle Castle, but in fact, they secretly walk all over the famous mountains and rivers to find immortals, and they may not have the idea of solving the excessive yin qi of the Flying Eagle Castle once and for all. But the old man Huan died strangely back then, and his sister-in-law Huanyang, who was not outstanding in martial arts, belonged to the hurry to take over as the lord of the castle, and soon there were people in the Demon Dao of the Agarwood Country who jointly attacked the Flying Eagle Castle, so about the Yuanying Immortal and the woodcutter ancestors, in fact, the clues were broken, and the relationship between many ancestors who worked hard was gone, such as the master of the old man Huan and the young Taoist Huang Shang, this incense, Huan Yang didn't know at all, but he needed to run to the capital for help, and even the existence of the two stone lions at the entrance of the ancestral hall, everyone in the Flying Eagle Castle was still at a loss, and then there was this catastrophe。

The high-crowned old man is in the middle of Tongye Continent, he is a well-known demon monk, he used to be a first-class Jindan boss, and his combat power is outstanding. The Jindan monk of Taiping Mountain, the old man thought that he was not inferior, but after the feat of killing two Taiping Mountain Longmen monks, he soon ushered in the pursuit of the thunderous Wanjun of Taiping Mountain, a young Jindan of Taiping Mountain went down the mountain alone, chased and killed thousands of miles, and beat the old man to bankrupt, and even the only remaining square inch was shattered, and finally he had to give up half of his cultivation and body, so that he could hide from the sky and cross the sea, and luckily escaped death from the young monk who seemed to be a god of heaven.

The old man with great hatred in his heart always wanted to take revenge on Taiping Mountain, so there was a careful plan of Flying Eagle Castle that lasted for decades, first the old man who fell back to the Longmen realm when he was young, and quietly broke her Changsheng Bridge, which was broken and continuous, and there were thousands of gaps, but the "bridge section" at the mouth of the heart was intact, making her like a porcelain jar that constantly absorbs the yin qi of the underground, and took the initiative to merge into the "spring" of the heart , and finally under the guidance of the old man's secret method, the ghost baby who was waiting to be fed was born.

Once it is done, the ghost baby will break out of his heart, and then find a few remote small countries far away from the sight of the mountain, or the old man who is still a monk in the Longmen realm, he can naturally be a national teacher casually, or support a few temple puppets, or even secretly control the monarch of a small country, launch a big war, feed the ghost baby, a hundred years later, the ghost baby will become an immortal, even if the deep-rooted Taiping Mountain will not perish because of its attack, but it will definitely be able to make the Taiping Mountain hurt its muscles and bones, and its vitality will be greatly damaged.

The grievances of the monks on the mountain, a hundred years is really not a long time.

As for a period of grievances, some people don't care about the life or death of ordinary masters under the mountain, such as the old man on the clouds, but there are also people who care, such as the Yuanying monk of Taiping Mountain.

But such a compassionate land immortal still can't rank among the five realms, and in the end he can only be tied to death, which can also be seen that the avenue is ruthless, and there is no distinction between good and evil.

The high-crowned old man on the clouds, after the young martial artist handed out three punches, still felt funny and ridiculous, and the momentum was no longer prosperous, if there was no real realm as support, it was just a beautiful attic in the air, but the old man was really salivating for the golden robe on the young man's body, it was simply a great surprise, there was such a treasured young man, he didn't know how to cherish his life.

A good thing is indeed a good thing, and it can't be said to be a veritable immortal magic weapon.

Could it be that feng shui is taking turns, and it is your turn to soar to the top? No more rats burrowing in the ground, and it will return to its former glory sooner than expected?

As for whether the golden-robed young man is a child of the fairy family, where can the high-crowned old man care about this, he has even torn his face with Taiping Mountain, and he is not pressed by the debt!

As the black clouds sank, almost everyone in the Flying Eagle Castle began to feel dizzy, some old and young women and children who were weak and impulsive had begun to vomit at home, the streets and alleys, high houses and low courtyards, the crying continued, many young and strong men of the Flying Eagle Castle who practiced martial arts looked up at the dark sea of clouds that were pressed down on their heads, and only felt that their limbs and hundreds of bones would be crushed into powder, and some young martial artists who were not in a strong mood had no heart to resist, trembling all over, even if they had the opportunity to escape today, they would also cut off the future of martial arts.

Following the huge movement like an earthquake, some people also found that in the direction of the school martial arts field, in the dust, there was a magnificent scene of golden light, one after another fists were like rainbows, and they became stronger and stronger, first the thickness of the arm, the size of the bowl, and then the wellhead, increasing in turn, like a bamboo, rushing to the sky again and again, as if someone was punching the sea of clouds.

Some people couldn't help but think like this: that person must rely on the high martial arts to dare to punch.

On the school martial arts field.

Chen Ping'an did not stand in place and punch the sky, after each punch, he would quickly transfer, the six-step pile of the Shaking Mountain Boxing, plus the eighteen stops of the sword qi, and then the cloud steaming Daze-style boxing fight, plus the god-man drum-style fist intent.

After handing out the tenth punch, the momentum of the punch has completely overpowered the movement of the stomping on the ground.

The fist rose to the sky, wrapped in the whistling wind and thunder, and the roof tiles around the school martial arts field, from the inside to the outside, layer upon layer, crackled and shattered.

With Chen Ping'an as the center, cracks and messy cobwebs appeared on the surrounding walls.

On the bluestone ground of the school martial arts field, there were already potholes, and ten pits of different depths were trampled out.

At first, the nine punches, although the momentum is greater than the previous time, but each time it is just a hole through the sea of clouds, but the tenth punch directly crashed into the futon where the high-crowned old man was sitting, although the old man was slightly terrified in his heart, he had silently regarded the young man as a must-kill person, and he must be the first to kill, but in the face of the momentum of this punch, he still did not feel too tricky, but had a little competitive heart, sneered, only to see the old man stretch out a palm, lit up a large cloud of turquoise light, suddenly bloomed, turned the palm, and went down, just to meet the fist that broke through the black sea of clouds。

There was a loud bang, the futon shook slightly, but the entire sea of clouds under the high-crowned old man shook violently.

The fist gang from the school martial arts field and the brilliant green light that lingered in the palm of the old man's hand shattered at the same time, turning into tens of millions of stars, and the fist gang dispersed into the nearby sea of clouds, making the originally lifeless and heavy sea of black clouds, like an inkstone grinding out a layer of ink, sprinkled with a pinch of golden chips, making a burning sound.

The old man shook his wrist, through the hole in the sea of clouds that was pierced by the fist, and followed the pillar of light that poured into the sea of clouds above his head, overlooking the school martial arts field that was only thirty zhang away, and said with a gloomy smile: "Good guy, at a young age, at the bottom of the mountain, you can be regarded as a martial arts master on the dominant side, if you don't mix your rivers and lakes well, you have to go against the old man, I don't know how thick the sky is!"

Between the words, the old man with the high crown raised one hand, put his fingers together, and near the high crown with the true shape of the five mountains, he gently stroked, and took out a touch of the true meaning of a certain Dongyue mountain in ancient times, and fell sharply down to the hole. The old man laughed wildly, extremely happy, "When the turtle with a shrunken head has endured for many years, God has lived up to his painstaking efforts, and the old man has finally come to work, as long as the flesh and blood of your kid are exhausted, the ghost baby can not break the moment of happiness in the world, and he will be able to impact the sea viewing realm!"

On the school martial arts field, Chen Ping'an saw the mountains rolling from the sky, without the slightest fear, when he was in the ancestral house of the Sun family in the old dragon city, the sea of clouds and dragons surged down, and the momentum was compared to this immortal supernatural power, but it was not weak at all, he didn't punch the same?

The qi is born, and it is mighty.

The fist is full of vigor and strength, and I firmly believe that one punch can break ten thousand laws.

Dressed in a golden robe, the drum is fluttering, and the boy in Mud Bottle Lane looks like a mountain fairy for the first time in his life.