The suspended sword array fell to the ground, smashed the ancestral hall, the sword qi rippled in all directions, and the entire first-line peak was surging, especially on the side of the ancient tree Stopping Sword Pavilion, which was stimulated by the sword qi, and the leaves fell, floating around, and landing slowly, a large group of Zhengyang Mountain descendants disciples seemed to have stepped into an eventful autumn in advance, and their eyes were full of sorrow.

This time, no one thought that the young sword immortal in the Fallen Mountain was talking about a crazy crazy dream.

Behind the Stopping Sword Pavilion, there is a paulownia tree planted by the founder of Zhengyang Mountain, which has grown unharmed for more than 2,000 years, and has fallen into the clouds, so there are many fallen leaves today.

On the top of the sword, the suzerain Bamboo Emperor and the sword array immortals just protected the ancestral tablet, incense burner, and the statue of the ancestor in the ancestral hall, and everything else, carefully built from generation to generation of seats, priceless fairy wood beams and pillars, and floor tiles with more refined refining technology than the palace hall, as if they had become a passing cloud and scattered with dust.

In this off-the-door discussion that violated ancestral rules and did not conform to the rules, only Zhu Yu Feng Tian Wan and Wu Tijing, the closed disciple of the sect master Bamboo Emperor, these two people were not present, in addition, even the Yu Jiao Peak Yu purlin had already arrived with the imperial sword, and after the Bamboo Emperor previously proposed to remove Yuan Zhenpage, he directly followed up with the previous sentence, "I, the Bamboo Emperor, as the eighth mountain master of Zhengyang Mountain, the first sect master after becoming the sect, and the triple identity of the Jade Pu Realm Sword Cultivator, agree to this matter." After that, all you have to do is nod and shake your head, and no one needs to say anything about today's discussion. ”

After that, Xia Yuancui of the Full Moon Peak took the lead in seconding the proposal, and the palm law Yan Ji hesitated for a long time, ignoring the persuasion of Tao Yanbo of Qiu Ling Mountain, and still nodded in agreement, those mountains that are close to the Full Moon Peak and the Water Dragon Peak, and several sword veins, such as Qiongzhi Peak Leng Qi, have no choice, of course, they follow these high-ranking old ancestors, and draw a clear line with the white-clothed old ape.

And more than a dozen worshippers and guest kings of Zhengyang Mountain, after the Bamboo Emperor, Xia Yuancui and Yan Ji all expressed their positions, they all nodded, and today they gave up a Yuan Zhen page, it is better than them going down in person, fighting with the Luoluo Mountain, and when the time comes, who will pay for it?

If the Bamboo Emperor didn't mean that, he was willing to win people's hearts earlier, they actually didn't mind the icing on the cake, the responsibility of the worship and guest qing, and help the first-line peak to sacrifice a few immortal techniques with housekeeping skills, but since the Bamboo Emperor has such an attitude, no one is stunned, and he will not be rash, and he will fight for his life and the future of the avenue, and go to send charcoal to Zhengyang Mountain in the snow.

On the contrary, it was several old peaks, including the Cloud Splitting Peak and the Pianqi Peak, and these peak master sword immortals all shook their heads and vetoed the suggestion of the sect leader Bamboo Emperor.

One of the old Jin Dan even directly scolded the sect master Bamboo Emperor's move, which is a self-destructive and unscrupulous family business, ignorant of conscience, and no morality at all, which will only make the ancestors of Zhengyang Mountain shameful for this, and was beaten up the mountain by outsiders, not only did he take the lead in retreating from the enemy, but he would rather be led by the nose and abandon a hard-working mountain protector to worship, your Bamboo Emperor is not even worthy of a sword cultivator, how can he be the master of the mountain, so what really needs to be discussed today is not whether the name of Yuan Zhenpage should be written off, but whether your Bamboo Emperor can continue to serve as the suzerain......

Zhuhuang smiled and said, "As I said before, you can just nod and shake your head, and you don't need to speak." ”

As a result, Lao Jin Dan was directly detained by the Sword Array Immortal, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and put it in his sleeve.

Liu Xianyang moved his buttocks, changed the table, and continued to drink and eat melons.

A female patriarch turned her head to look at Liu Xianyang, looked at each other angrily and said: "Liu Xianyang, you and Chen Ping'an ask about the sword, why bother so much, act insidiously, hide behind the scenes and call friends, and try your best to calculate our Zhengyang Mountain, if you really have the ability, you can learn the Yellow River in the Wind Thunder Garden, and fight all the way from Bailudu to the top of the sword, so it is the sword immortal!"

Liu Xianyang not only did not fight-for-tat, but the chicken pecked the rice, nodded vigorously and said: "Yes, yes, this old aunt, you are old, you are right, next time if there is a chance, I will definitely pull Chen Ping'an to ask the sword." ”

Quarreling this kind of thing, the hometown town is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, the masters are like clouds, the younger generation, except for those rich children of Fulu Street and Taoye Lane, such as Zhao Xiang and Xie Ling, may be a little worse, and the rest of them have not been exposed to it since childhood, alleys, next to the lock dragon well, under the old locust tree, between the ridges of the dragon kiln field, the door-to-door wall and the partition wall, where is not the martial arts arena for sharpening the mouth and skin.

The female patriarch who wore a golden silk crown and an emerald green robe was so angry that her body trembled because of Liu Xianyang's unsparing words.

The white-clothed old ape took a step forward and said indifferently: "There is still half a stick of incense, you continue to talk." I'll go meet that clay leg who is going crazy for a while. ”

Liu Xianyang raised the wine glass with one hand and gave a thumbs up with the other, "Yuan Laozu is invincible in a continent, he once changed his fist Song Changjing, kicked Piyun Mountain, and smashed countless ancestral houses, the ancestral house of the Cao family in Mud Bottle Lane, the Yuan family in Erlang Lane, the westernmost Li family, and the Xie family in Taoye Lane, all invincible, who dares to settle accounts with the ancestor who moved the mountain? Now that he has broken through the realm, it is not easy to deal with Chen Ping'an. ”

The ancestors of the peaks of Zhengyang Mountain, as well as a group of worshippers, were shocked when they heard the words.

No wonder Cao Jun, who claimed to be from his ancestral home in Mud Bottle Lane, would ask Jian Qiongzhi Peak and Beijian Peak successively. There is also the ancestor of the two surnames of Cao and Yuan Cao, who came from Lizhu Cave Heaven, and helped the Song clan of Dali to rise in the north and gain a firm foothold, so as not to be annexed by the Lu Dynasty.

Zhuhuang smiled: "Liu Jianxian, don't be joking. ”

Liu Xianyang's words, of course, are nonsense, but at this time, who is not suspicious and suspicious, a few words is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire and making matters worse, Zhengyang Mountain can't withstand such a toss.

Behind the mountain protection and enshrinement Yuan Zhenpage, an old ape appeared, stomped his feet heavily, and settled between the top of the sword and the sword pavilion, and at the same time operated the natal magic power of moving the mountain, stepped on the first-line peak, and landed with a bang, and the mountain and water around the mountain were stabilized.

The little in Mud Bottle Lane before dared to cut open the ancestral mountain, and then provoked a first-line peak with a sword, making the ancestral mountain several feet high from the ground.

This magic power of stepping on the mountains and taking root with his hands and feet, shaking and shaking, made many guest worshippers feel worried, will they follow the Bamboo Emperor to one side, and one will make the wrong bet if he is not careful? At that time, no matter how the Bamboo Emperor mediates and remedies, at least they will have a solid enmity with Yuan Zhen.

The white-clothed old ape put away the law behind him, his body was like a surging river, his big sleeves were drumming and hunting, and he said with a cruel smile: "The vertical son becomes famous, and he will die under his fist!"

Yuan Zhenpage rose from the ground, jumped high, a mountain trembled under his feet, and his burly figure turned into a white rainbow, turning in the sky, straight line, straight to the mountain gate.

Liu Xianyang stood up, helped his nose, carried a pot of wine, came to the edge of the cliff at the top of the sword, squatted on a white jade railing, and watched the battle while drinking.

A thick and incomparable fist was like a fairy sword flying sword, making the snow between the heavens and the earth bright, and the position where the green shirt stood outside the mountain gate was made into a lake-like depression.

On the side of the Stopping Sword Pavilion, the disciples of the peaks of Zhengyang Mountain were looking forward to it, and after seeing Yuan Laozu's punch handed out, they were all dizzy, and there were young sword cultivators, clenching their fists and cheering silently.

Many of the guests who watched the ceremony saw Yuan Zhenpage's shot for the first time.

A good mountain protector to worship, it is indeed worthy of its name, Yuan Zhenpage's fist is strong and heavy, and it is clear that it can kill the Yuan Infant Monk.

Maybe those far-flung warriors with strong physiques will be torn apart on the spot after receiving this punch, and their flesh and blood will be shattered.

But on the waterless "lake" outside the mountain gate, a green shirt still did not move, suspended in the air, with a smile on his face, one hand behind him, and the other hand gently waved to disperse the surrounding dust.

The figure of the white-clothed old ape fell at the gate of the mountain, turned his head and glanced at the long sword inserted in the plaque of the archway, and after retracting his gaze, he stared at the green-shirted sword fairy who had relied on luck to get to where he was today, and asked: "Do you need to keep your whole corpse?" ”

Chen Ping'an didn't say anything, just hooked his fingers at the white-clothed old ape, then tilted his head slightly, put his fingers together, tapped his neck, and motioned for Yuan Zhenye to hit here.

Yuan Zhenye squinted, there was a bang under his feet, the earth was dull and shaking, and the roots of the mountains deep under the first-line peak were shaking, causing the surrounding heaven and earth aura to ripple, if the confrontation between the two sides was a landscape painting, then all the mountain visitors who displayed their palms to view the mountains and rivers would find that the mountains and rivers here were shaking. The figure of the white-clothed old ape disappeared in a flash, and the next moment, a green shirt was swept by a fierce punch, hit the neck, and instantly moved out dozens of feet.

Chen Ping'an shook his wrist slightly, his figure stopped instantly, shook his neck, and his eyes were full of smiles, as if to say let you try it, don't leave your strength to stop it, what is polite to me?

Even if the sword cultivation is unique, it can temper the flying sword at the same time, and in turn warm the soul and body, refining the sword and quenching the body, and get twice the result with half the effort, which makes the sword cultivation led by the four difficult ghosts on the mountain not only be able to break through ten thousand laws with one sword, but also have a body comparable to that of a soldier monk and a pure martial artist, but even if the blue-shirted sword immortal from Luoluo Mountain, and his friend Liu Xianyang are already in the Yupu Realm, but a Jade Pu Realm sword immortal can really build the small world of the human body into a city, so indestructible?

It wasn't until this moment that those monks who knew the identity of "Zheng Qian" believed that she might really be the founding disciple of this young mountain master.

And the white-clothed old ape is really the style of the grandmaster on the top of the mountain, every time he punches, he doesn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, and stops when he hands over the punch, as if he deliberately gives the green-shirted guest a place to slow down and take a breath.

Although he is undoubtedly a cultivator, he has always moved the Aquarius Continent with his fists and feet.

The white-clothed old ape's face was gloomy, "The dog cub really doesn't fight back?!"

At the moment, the green shirt that had never carried a sword was always silent.

Yuan Zhenpage sneered, pulled open a quaint boxing frame, knees slightly bent, slightly bowed head, such as carrying the posture of the mountains, boxing together, there is a vision of the aura of the whale swallowing heaven and earth, the aura and pure true qi that should be in natural conflict, actually get along harmoniously, all turned into a majestic fist intent, not only that, after the boxing is wide open, the fist behind him is like the monk in the mountain to obtain the Tao of the law, condensed into a high mountain, the foot of the fist gang is like a raging river, and the real person of the door has the same trick of stepping on the gang, laying out a fairy family pattern full of vigor, and finally the white-clothed old ape stepped on a new Wuyue true map of Aquarius, before handing the fist, the white-clothed old ape, such as the ancient immortals lifting the giant mountain and stepping on the river.

Quenching and moving mountains is a magical power, and melting fist means a furnace of mountains and rivers.

Chen Ping'an glanced at the half-hung true picture, it seems that this mountain protector has not been idle all these years, and he has still figured out some new tricks by it.

There was a mountain spectator in Qingwu Peak, who was amazed, "Such a fist technique can be described as the pinnacle, and it is beyond the power of Mrs. Wu." ”

Pei Qian squinted at the man, almost couldn't hold back, dealing with the left protector of Dragon Lane, holding down the other party's dog head, let him stare at the dog's eyes and take a good look, and wait until her master made a move, what is a real fist technique.

Everyone saw that the burly old ape, with the momentum of opening up the world, smashed the young sword immortal into the head.

The white-clothed old ape stood in the original position of the green shirt in an instant.

And the young mountain lord still didn't fight back, and hit the forehead with that punch.

Is it the old ape's punch, which is already destined to be avoided?

From the first-line peak "on the lake" to the verdant Full Moon Peak of the mountain, a long cyan line was stretched in an instant.

Almost everyone's eyes subconsciously looked at the Full Moon Peak, wearing a green shirt, hanging in the air, but the entire foot of the Full Moon Peak behind this person, the wind blowing, sweeping the peaks, countless immortal trees were all broken, and some of the immortal mansions that were affected by the pond fish were like paper paste, and they were crushed by that fist intent.

It was only said that the reverse slippery route of the Tsing Yi Sword Immortal was on the ground between the twin peaks, cutting a ravine several zhang deep.

The white-clothed old ape followed him like a shadow, and it was another punch, and the fist burst brightly, and the white light was dazzling, as big as the mouth of a well, and it hit straight away.

One punch completely pierced the green shirt that was originally backed by the green mountain and completely pierced the entire Full Moon Peak!

Yuan Zhenye followed the chiseled "mountain gate road", slightly stretched out a full of domineering fist intent, the road on the rocks collapsed countless times, and the last foot stepped on more cliffs, making a large area of the cliff carved in the back mountain of the Full Moon Peak, the burly figure turned into a rainbow and left, picked up a punch, and beat the other party's body to the other party's body galloping, and fell to the summer lake in the middle of the mountain in Qiuling Mountain.

The green shirt that was hit by this heavy punch retreated extremely quickly, but when it was close to the water, his body suddenly hovered, and his toes touched the surface of the lake, splashing a circle of ripples that spread layer by layer.

The green shirt is fluttering, and the immortals are standing in the water.

The entire lake under his feet exploded on the spot, the boiling water was boiling, setting off monstrous waves, the mist was rising, and many monks who were watching the battle from afar in the nearby water pavilion loft suddenly fell into the soup and countless chickens.

This thrilling scene made Xia Yuancui's eyelids tremble. You two dogs, just fight, change places, don't spoil the feng shui treasure of my mountain!

The old ape in white smashed down on the head with a fist.

I heard that your kid likes to pray to God and worship Buddha since he was a child, so obediently sacrifice himself to get acquainted with the water descendants!

Chen Ping'an just stretched out his palm and casually blocked the punch.

A green-shirted sword fairy and a white-clothed old ape, on the way to the fall of the two sides, the water of the summer lake was empty, and they rushed to the shore in all directions

, went down the mountain along the Full Moon Peak.

The mountaineering Shinto at Full Moon Peak is like a stream that uses steps as a riverbed, and it clatters and pours down to the base of the mountain.

The most troublesome place is that it contains fist intent, and the lake water covers the sky and the sun together, and is unstoppable, so that many monks' spells are crushed, and the natal objects are also swayed like pieces of duckweed, and the Dao heart is unstable, and it is quickly put away as soon as it is sacrificed.

The gods fight, and the vulgar suffer. Under the top of the mountain, all the qi practitioners who are not earth immortals are different from the ordinary masters in the market under the mountain?

Everyone was shocked, the ancestor who moved the mountain, just served as the protector of Zhengyang Mountain for a thousand years, so the years of living in the mountain and cultivating the Tao will only be longer, with this Dao fist intent, if there is still some truth to be said, but the young sword immortal of Luoluo Mountain who was born out of thin air died at the same age as Liu Xianyang, where did this cultivation background come from?

The young and alternate ten people selected by Aquarius, the cultivation roots and talents of Ma Kuxuan of Zhenwu Mountain, the mentorship of Jiang Yun and Liu Baqiao, and the family background and fortune of Xie Ling, no matter how they rise, there are traces to follow after all.

Not only is the lake empty, but even the mud at the bottom of the lake is scattered, and the bluestone of the mountain roots of the full moon peak under the water is exposed.

It all came to the head, but that's it. created such a scene, but it was just a white ape handing a fist, a green shirt receiving a fist, and a punch.

Chen Ping'an stood on the bluestone with a little moist moisture, the bluestone under his feet continued to crack sound, and the bottom of the summer lake was like an extra cobweb, Chen Ping'an raised his hand, cast the water method, and re-entered the lake.

The white-clothed old ape stood on the shore, his face as usual.

After a few punches, a breath of pure true qi penetrated the mountains and rivers, and it was still not exhausted.

Xia Yuancui said to several teachers and nephews around him in his heart: "Master Tao, my Full Moon Peak is just a few broken stones, but your Autumn Mountain is a good summer lake, and it is not easy to repair it after this storm." ”

Yan Ji said: "Yanbo, half of the incense has passed again, haven't you made a decision yet? Actually, if you want me to say, anyway, the overall situation has been decided, and Qiu Lingshan can't change anything no matter how he nods and shakes his head." ”

The meaning of the words of the old patriarch of the law is naturally good-hearted, reminding the Tao God of Wealth of the same generation, so as to retain a heroic spirit for the Autumn Mountain, and spread it to sound better, cross the river and tear down the bridge, it is the meaning of the Bamboo Emperor and the first-line peak, but the Autumn Mountain is not, the wind and bones are dignified, and there is a chance to let all the outsiders who stay in the peaks to watch the ceremony, impressed.

For Yan Ji, Tao Yanbo's Qiuling Mountain, it is best to slap a swollen face and become fat to the end, and manage all the money and property of Zhengyang Mountain, which is actually more powerful than him, the ancestor of the law who was born in Shuilong Peak. If it is Shuilong Peak and Qiuling Mountain, can they swap positions from now on?

Zhuhuang's face was displeased, and he said in a deep voice: "The matter has come to this point, so don't make your own calculations." ”

The so-called incense stick asked the sword before.

That Chen Ping'an is talking nonsense casually, but the approximate time limit for the sword-top immortal beside the Bamboo Emperor to maintain the current realm.

Could this guy be a roundworm in the stomach of Zhengyang Mountain, why is everything clear?

Therefore, what the Bamboo Emperor is really afraid of in his heart is not a sword immortal, not a mountain master, but this mind that hides needles everywhere.

In the summer lake, after Chen Ping'an used magic to dig water into the lake, the water level was shallow and crystal clear.

Chen Ping'an finally spoke, and asked with a smile: "Back then, it was excusable to be tied up in the town, why are you still so chirping in your own territory?"

Because Yuan Zhenye is still a qi practitioner after all, so in the past years, within the Lizhu Cave Heaven, the higher the realm, the more suppression, and the victory of the Great Dao everywhere, even every breath and breath will involve the flow of qi in a small cave, and if he is not careful, Yuan Zhenpage will consume a lot of Taoism, and finally delay the breaking of the realm. With Yuan Zhen's status and identity, he naturally knew that the 10,000-year-old Jiao in the territory of Huang Tingguo, even the dragon water descendant who was concentrating on cultivation in the Fengshui Cave of the Qiantang River in the southeast realm, had the same chance to become the first mountain spirit of the Jade Pu Realm in Aquarius.

It is estimated that this mountain protection is enshrined, and at that time it was already regarded as a bag of the upper five realms, and made up his mind to fight for the "first", so as to gather the luck of Yizhou Dadao, so at most, on the side of the Kiln Supervision and Construction Bureau, I met the vassal king Song Changjing in the white dragon fish suit, and my hands were itchy for a while, so I couldn't help but exchange punches with the other party, thinking about helping to sharpen my own Taoism with my fists and feet, so as to go further.

Yuan Zhenpage smiled cruelly: "I've seen someone looking for death, I've never seen you so bent on death, Grandpa Yuan will satisfy you today!"

The face of the old man in white showed a bit of an ape's true body, and his head and face instantly haired, like countless silver silk threads flying.

The old ape's body swept away, and with one leg swept the ribs of the green shirt, kicking it out of Qiuling Mountain and flying sideways towards a nearby Qiongzhi Peak.

Under one foot, the qi engine was chaotic like thunder shattered in the place of projectiles, and the entire Qiuling Mountain scattered outwards, like rows of iron horsemen crossing the border, where they passed, the mountains and rocks were shattered, the grass and trees were powdered, and the mansion exploded, and even the clouds and mist outside the Qiuling Mountain were tilted, as if they were dragged to the side of Qiongzhi Peak.

From beginning to end, the green-shirted sword immortal, who kept his promise and never fought back, pointed to the water, stepped on the roof of an immortal mansion, the branches of ancient trees and the top of a green bamboo on his toes, and then stopped.

The second seat of Luoluo Mountain, who was responsible for guarding Qiongzhi Peak, was busy putting away the sword qi that was all over the sky.

The white-clothed old ape crashed into the bamboo forest, causing countless emerald green colors in the Qiongzhifeng Mountain to bloom in an instant, and hundreds of thousands of green bamboo poles broke through the ground and flew indiscriminately.

It's just that Yuan Zhenye punched extremely fast this time, and there were very few people who could see clearly. More people can only vaguely see the white rainbow figure, in the green bushes, unstoppable, fist intent tearing the heavens and the earth, as for the green shirt, there is no trace.

The next moment, a touch of cyan painting arc swept out of Qiongzhi Peak, an extremely long arc, just bypassing a cloud peak, and then passing through a small hill of the domain, the white-clothed old ape shrunk to the mountains and rivers, suddenly appeared the true body of the law, the huge palm swept out, the entire section of the cyan mountain was directly interrupted, the mountain like a flying sword, crashed into the green shirt, the latter waved his sleeves casually, the mountain fell in the air on the spot, the flying sword fell like rain, the cyan figure took advantage of the momentum to fly to the rain foot peak more than ten miles away, the old ape law strode to follow, a shoulder against the rain foot peak mountain, hit a peak of the mountain again cracked, shot towards Chen Ping'an。

At the same time, the old ape poked the ground with one foot, sank deep into the ground, shouted lightly, and then picked up a small hill on the ground, and broke the root of the mountain, and the whole was lifted into the air, and the top of the rain foot peak, one after the other, smashed at the green shirt sword fairy at the same time.

The ferocious old ape who moved the mountain uprooted two small peaks of the domain, grabbed them one by one in his hand, and smashed them at the little rabbit cub who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The old ape's majestic law stepped across the mountains and rivers, and stepped on the top of a broken mountain in a small southern country in the past, looking ahead.

Chen Ping'an put his fingers together to make a sword slash, split the middle of the Yujiao Peak, waved his sleeve with his left hand, smashed the mountain back to its original position, and then tapped it twice with two fingers, which directly fixed the two vassal hills in the air.

A green shirt slowly fell on the top of Qingwu Peak.

Pei Qian hurriedly landed and stood beside the master, otherwise it would not be like words.

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "It's okay, the old beast didn't eat enough today, his punches were soft, he pulled away a little, and the matter of throwing mountains indiscriminately made it even more shaky, far less powerful than our millet grains and melon seeds." ”

The little girl in black smiled from ear to ear when she heard this, hugged the hiking pole in her arms, and quickly raised her hands to cover her mouth, her faint eyebrows, squinted eyes, and the big joy of the table.

How can she be so powerful, how can she be so good, what the good mountain lord said, none of you should believe it, but if you really want to believe it, I will make you not believe it.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "The right protector doesn't need to make a move today, he is already famous." ”

Millet smiled and said: "False names, all false names." ”

Chen Ping'an said to Pei Qian in his heart: "Staring at the first-line peak, whoever dares to take the lead, you will fight back." ”

Pei Qian nodded, "I know." ”

Chen Ping'an stepped lightly on the ground, and his body left Qingwu Peak in an instant, silently, compared to the veritable strength of the white-clothed old ape, there was indeed no momentum at all.

A green shirt swept over the two mountains that seemed to have been immobilized, dragged the mountain, and confronted the old ape who stepped on the mountain.

The remaining half of the incense is coming to an end.

Chen Ping'an smiled in his heart: "Don't worry, on the side of the first-line peak, at least Tao Zi will definitely make a move, I remember the first time I saw it on Fulu Street, I knew that she had been a smart person since she was a child, but if Yuan Laozu is so invincible again, how can she fight for you? Three punches, the last three punches, Yuan Laozu weighed it carefully, whether to continue to let the layman watch the excitement, or let the connoisseur watch the doorway, I am at will." ”

After speaking, he dragged the two mountains and threw them in two places respectively, serving as the top of the mountain of the Tuoyun Peak and the peak of the Yujiao Peak.

The white-clothed old ape suddenly put away the law and stood on the top of the mountain, the old ape took a deep breath, just such an ordinary breath, there was a strong mountain wind rising between several peaks, the wind was blowing, the wind was surging, destroying the cliff and breaking the wood, Yuan Zhen page standing on the top of the mountain, looking around, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were crawling at the feet, and in the field of vision, there was only that green shirt, which was extremely obstructive.

As the Mud Bottle Lane said, it is true that he can still deliver three punches.

Yuan Zhenpage is a blend of Taoism and fist intent, as if thousands of years of cultivation of Taoism is the sky, accumulation and polishing of thousands of years of fist intent is the earth, with the small world of the human body as a bridge of eternal life, the two become one, and finally reach the mysterious realm of heaven and earth.

At the highest point of his life, the first punch handed over was exchanged for his life, which was equivalent to a punch at the peak of Wufu fist.

Little mud legs should be crawling in the mud for the rest of their lives. If you are lucky, you don't know how to cherish it, you don't know how to hide obediently and enjoy the truth, and you dare to come to Zhengyang Mountain to swing wide, then you will be broken with one punch, and all of them will fall into the world, which will only be worse than the full moon peak female cultivator who was exposed to a pair of white bones by Li Shujing on the Wind Thunder Garden Square.

If there is an accident, there is a second punch to entertain guests, which is equivalent to the full blow of the sword cultivator of the Immortal Realm.

The last punch, what a sword immortal, what a mountain master, die on the side!

On the side of the first-line peak, Tao Yanbo's face was full of exhaustion, the sword immortals of the peaks, plus the worship of Keqing, the total number of people was close to half a hundred, and there were only a handful of seven or eight Zhengyang Mountain sword cultivators, shaking their heads.

In addition, they all nodded and agreed to the proposal of the Bamboo Emperor.

According to the rules of the Patriarch Hall, in fact, from this moment on, Yuan Zhenpage is no longer the mountain protector of Zhengyang Mountain.

The Bamboo Emperor said: "Yuan Zhenpage, stop it, although you are no longer the Spectrum Immortal Master of Zhengyang Mountain, but I am willing to intercede with Luoluo Mountain, no matter what price we pay in Zhengyang Mountain, we can guarantee that you will be able to walk out of the Zhengyang Mountain Boundary alive today, and then I will ask you to leave Aquarius." ”

At the same time, the Bamboo Emperor said to the blue-shirted sword immortal in his heart: "Lord Chen, as long as Yuan Zhenye goes to sea in the future and tries to travel to other continents, I will personally take Xia Yuancui and Yan Ji to cooperate with you Luoluo Mountain to kill this fang!"

Chen Ping's placement turned a deaf ear, just smiled and narrowed his eyes, did not refuse, did not agree.

Yuan Zhenye was as indifferent, and the old ape in white turned his head to look at the top of the sword, an old ape's face, without any expression.

It may be that the sorrow is greater than the death of the heart, and it may be the ancestor who moves the mountains with the luck of a continent, but in fact, he is confident, and he still has a back hand, reversing the situation.

What the white-clothed old ape saw in his eyes and thought in his heart was that the ancient paulownia tree in the mountains this year had fallen its leaves before autumn.

In the past, the flowers bloomed and fell, the leaves were green and yellow, and no one disturbed them, only the sound of a broom scratching the ground.

Yuan Zhenye smashed the top of the entire mountain with one foot, and the momentum was like a rainbow, killing the green shirt hanging on the high place.

A body of perfect fist intent, as if higher than the mountains.

After a punch is delivered, it bursts out again like a thunder pool.

Almost everyone subconsciously looked up, only to see that the green-shirted man was beaten by that punch and disappeared in an instant.

As the party of the fist, Yuan Zhenpage actually slipped out more than ten feet, his sleeves were shattered, and the two muscular knotted arms became blurred with flesh and blood, and his muscles and bones were exposed, which was shocking, and then the white-clothed old ape suddenly climbed higher, shouted angrily, and handed out a second punch towards the sky.

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In the sky of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, there are only bursts of thunder, endless, and there is no green shirt.

The thunder exploded, as if it was close to the ears, and many monks who were not in the realm had to cover their ears and try their best to operate the spiritual energy in their bodies to protect their Dao hearts.

The earth immortal monks who stayed in Zhufeng to observe the ceremony used their magic powers one after another to help the monks around them who were in pain, and disperse the ripples of Dao fist intent that fell like rain.

Yuan Zhenpage put his hands on his back, his fists melted and flesh melted, his eardrums were shattered, his cape was scattered, and his sideburns were snow-white hair, soaked in the blood flowing from the ear holes, and stuck together.

On the side of the first-line peak stopping the Sword Pavilion, there was a young woman who was cultivating the sword, and she snorted, "Grandpa Yuan, I'm here to help you!"

There was a beautiful woman dressed in purple, who seemed to be outside the realm of life and death, but she was alone, and asked Edgeworth to go to the canopy.

It's just that she just got the sword more than ten feet off the ground, and was hit by a young woman with a bun of balls, the wind broke through the air, reached out and grabbed her neck, pulled her from the top of the long sword, and threw her back to the square of the Sword Pavilion, and fell into a rut, the embarrassed Tao Zi was about to return the sword to the sheath, but the female martial artist, reached out to hold the blade of the sword, and gently twisted it, and the long sword that was broken into two was nailed into the ground next to Tao Zi.

This time, the monks who watched the ceremony were all wise, no longer picking up sesame seeds and throwing watermelons, glancing at the movement on the side of the Sword Pavilion for a moment or two, and continued to look at the high place with the white-clothed old ape.

The man took two punches, but still didn't fight back.

None of this is dead?

The answer is obvious, not only did the guy not die, but he was unharmed and unscathed.

At the canopy, dressed in a green shirt, it seems to be a leisurely stroll, going down the stairs.

I saw that the green-shirted man stopped, lifted his shoes, dropped them gently, and then twisted his toes, as if to say, stepping on your Yuan Zhen page is like crushing an ant to death.

Yuan Zhenye's eyes widened, only Sensen's white fists were clenched, and he raised his head and roared, "Who the hell are you?!"

It absolutely didn't believe that this green-shirted guest who fell from the sky would be the mud-legged who could only shake the little wit back then!

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "The potters of Mud Bottle Lane back then, and the current owner of Luoluo Mountain, aren't they all surnamed Chen Ping'an, otherwise who else can they be?"

Chen Ping'an raised his hands, and at the palms of his hands, a round of sun and a moon appeared respectively.

The sun is shining brightly, and the moon is shining.

The sun rises and the moon sets, the sun falls and the moon rises, and the cycle returns, forming a golden circle with a strong treasure, like a path of gods cruising the heavens and the earth.

Chen Ping'an twisted his wrist again, it was the natal star of the genus of the five elements, manifested and born, with colorful colors, just rotating slowly around the sun and moon.

The sun, moon and stars, such as an imperial decree, surround one person. The sun and the moon hang together, the Milky Way hangs in the sky, follows the rules, and hangs in the sky.

After that, it is a picture of mountains and rivers, Aquarius, Tongye Continent, Beiju Luzhou, looming, or painted or white, a deity of mountains and rivers, walking horses and flowers in the picture scroll flashed away, among which there is still an inverted hanging mountain that has traveled far away in the world.

In the blink of an eye, a green shirt stood in the center, and the gods and men were in the sky.

Rao is Jiang Shangzhen was a little shaken, and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Cui, what kind of swordsmanship is this?!"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Of course, it's swordsmanship, but it's also the first boxing method created by Mr., both fists and swords can be used, and there is no need to divide the family." Pure martial arts, for 10,000 years, the world is prosperous, this is the pinnacle. ”

Cui Dongshan waved his snow-white sleeves, "It's my husband, it's not worth making a fuss." ”

Otherwise, how could Mr. be able to get closer to that Cao Ci in martial arts?

It relies on the ten realms of prosperity that has never been seen before or since.

Pei Qian was full of energy, look, if he is not smart, the master can teach boxing, but as for feeding boxing, it is absolutely not good.

Under the pretense of turning into a demon outside the skin of Shi Rou, one can't help it, so the trick is repeated, raising his arms and shouting, the hidden official ancestor martial arts are invincible, the swordsmanship is invincible, go to the fucking Bai Yujing is really invincible, and the second Taoist will be the second of your millennium and ten thousand years......

However, this white-haired boy who possessed Shi Rou finally remembered to use spells to isolate the world and not let his words leak out.

Cheng Yue looked at the bright moon for a while, held her breath and looked at it carefully, and finally sighed, although after that guy returned to his hometown, he was in the blacksmith shop, probably for the sake of Liu Xianyang's face, and returned half of the moon essence, but this young hidden official, his heart and hands are black, what kind of brain does a scholar have, and what does he learn like. Could it be that when I go back to the town, I have to go to the school for a few days?

Cheng Yue asked, "Will this old ape run away?"

Ning Yao shook his head and said, "No, both physically and mentally dead." ”

On the side of the ferry, Yu Huiting only felt thrilled, and muttered, "No wonder you can be a hidden official on the Great Wall of Sword Qi." ”

Wei Jin said: "Yuan Zhenpage is about to make a killer offer. ”

Yu Huiting asked curiously, "Uncle Wei, what do you say?"

Wei Jin was silent, wouldn't he think about it? Even if he couldn't think of the truth, he would just wait for a moment and a half, and he would naturally know the answer, what to ask, what was the point?

Yu Huiting mistakenly thought that Uncle Wei was thinking about things, and asked: "Uncle Wei, isn't it the head of the mountain to worship, the next punch will be more fierce and domineering, thinking of changing your life?"

Wei Jin didn't bother to turn his head to look at her, it was rare to put on the shelf of the elders of the division, and said indifferently: "I heard that you have a good experience under the mountain, and you have a good reputation in the Dali border army, don't be complacent, guard against arrogance and rashness, and go back to the Fengxue Temple in the future, and work hard to cultivate your mind." ”

The implication of his words was actually to remind her that she needed to use her brain more to practice in the mountains.

Yu Huiting didn't think about it so much, she just thought that Uncle Wei, who was the most unkind in Shenxiantai, was caring about people for the first time, and she was smiling like a flower all of a sudden.

Wei Jin knew that he had spoken in vain.

Yuan Zhen stepped on the void with his feet, and once again showed the huge true body of the mountain mover, with a pair of pale golden eyes, staring at the former ant in the high place.

It has a long river of tempered qi luck on its body, flowing in the muscles and bones of the riverbed, which is the first mountain spirit in the territory of a continent to enter the upper five realms, and it has been protected by the Great Dao.

Chen Ping'an also had a pair of golden eyes, but they were far richer and more quintessential than Yuan Zhen's, and sneered: "Why, do you have to say that I am Zhu Yan, so that you can recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors?"

Yuan Zhenye said sharply: "The dog mongrel continues to laugh, after a punch, the jade will be burned! Remember to reincarnate in the next life to find a good place......

Chen Ping'an hooked his fingers, come, please kill me.

Half of the incense has passed, which can give you another chance to punch.

Cui Dongshan endured it, but he still couldn't hold it back and laughed.

Jiang Shangzhen is also helpless, who is looking for to compete for luck consumption and avenue suppression, don't look for our young mountain lord who is targeted everywhere in the two worlds of Haoran and Wilderness.

As for the bastard of the ancestor who moved the mountain, there is no need to worry about it, anyway, it will soon shut up completely.

Jiang Shang asked sincerely: "The victory of the two worlds is clearly still there, why doesn't it seem to be so obvious? Is it that some kind of solution has been found?"

Cui Dongshan said in one sentence, "Mr. just really understood a Buddhist saying, if you want to cross sentient beings, you really want to live for sentient beings." That's why we can take advantage of the situation to enter a certain realm, always be confused in the Fa, and there is no obstacle to the Fa everywhere. Sir first had this heart, and then he had this situation. ”

Jiang Shangzhen nodded and said, "It's amazing." ”

However, Jiang Shangzhen knows very well that Cui Dongshan just said it lightly, and Chen Ping'an really did it, which was definitely a physical and mental ordeal.

Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said, "Nonsense." ”

On the top of the sword, Liu Xianyang shook the empty wine jug in his hand and casually threw it out of the white jade railing. He hugged the back of his head with both hands, and the grudges of the past were all gone.

Outside the Luoluo Mangosteen Building, there is no longer the mirror of Zhengyang Mountain, but it doesn't matter, there is still Chief Zhou's means.

Cao Qinglang included, everyone had a handful of melon seeds, all of which were left by millet grains before going down the mountain.

Wei Yan left Piyun Mountain and quietly appeared here, and Cui Wei, the Yuanying Sword Cultivator who had hidden his traces, also appeared and greeted softly: "Wei Shanjun." ”

Wei Yan smiled and nodded, "It's hard work." ”

Cui Wei was speechless for a while.

I am a named enshrinement of the ancestor hall of Ji Sefeng, staring at the top of my own mountain, what is the hard work.

Wei Yan also seemed to feel that there was something wrong with him saying this, and laughed at himself: "This habit has to be changed." ”

Before inspecting the Red Candle Town on the border of the three rivers, in the shop that sold books, Li Jin, the god of water, joked and said that he was the mountain monarch of Aquarius and the mountain god of Ji Sefeng.

Wei Yan felt that it made sense, and Li Shuishen's words were very funny. Who is the boss of the officialdom and who is the subordinate of the jurisdiction? So he took dozens of books from the bookstore.

On the table, the incense villain of the Zhou Chenghuang Temple, who happened to come to Luoluo Mountain today, was diligent and responsible for helping to collect the melon seed shells and pile them up into a mountain.

Seeing that Wei Shanjun, and there was no Chen Lingjun by his side, the little guy who had helped Wei Shanjun make that nickname famous in all directions, hurriedly squatted behind the "hill", as long as I couldn't see Wei Yeyou, Wei Yeyou couldn't see me.

The private mountains and rivers in the land of Zhengyang Mountain for thousands of miles, when Yuan Zhen's real body is revealed, even if it is the people in the market, everyone can see the huge figure of the mountain protector when they look up.

As for those monks who watched the ceremony, they really couldn't understand how the blue-shirted sword immortal from Luoluo Mountain was able to take punch after punch under the hands of this old ape.

Old Patriarch Xia Yuancui suddenly said in his heart: "Senior nephew, your choice seems ruthless, but in fact it is wise. If it were me who decides, maybe I won't be as decisive as you. ”

In any case, the matter of the sect master of the lower sect, without the Qiu Ling Mountain to fight, the full moon peak descendant sword cultivation has a greater hope of picking up this burden.

Yan Ji nodded and said: "The lesser of two evils, looking back, the sect master's move is really admirable." ”

Only Tao Yanbo was speechless, from now on, how should his own Qiuling Mountain deal with himself? Among the peaks of Zhengyang Mountain, where people's hearts are disintegrated, Qiuling Mountain is a vein of sword cultivation, but there is still a foothold?

It is no longer the Yuan Zhen page that protects the mountain and worships it, with the posture of a real white ape, towards the high place above his head, handing over a punch with the highest level of Dao Law and the highest fist intent.

Before the old ape punched, he laughed loudly, "If you die, you will die, don't want the old man to beg for mercy with you." ”

What is the outcome of the victory, in the half-burnt incense, Yuan Zhenpage, who keeps punching, how can he think that he really doesn't count.

Yuan Zhenpage's punch was handed out, and a circle of golden ripples appeared in the sky, spreading rapidly in all directions, and the entire Zhengyang Mountain Boundary was like a magnificent golden wave slowly passing by.

The arm of the old ape's punch was like a mountain range that cracked into the ground, all shattered, and the heavy rain splashed wantonly.

The old ape was in the air, still maintaining the indomitable fist-handing posture, but the small world around the green shirt for several miles was still the sun, moon and stars, orderly, and the avenue was circulating.

The old ape, who had cut off one of his arms, tilted his shoulders slightly, just against the edge of that small world, where the avenues clashed, the stars splashed everywhere, and the fire and rain filled the sky, which was extremely gorgeous.

Chen Ping'an said: "Then change me." ”

The vision of heaven and earth suddenly converged, the martial arts of the ten realms, returning to the true layer, the fist method is swordsmanship, as if a swordsmanship fell to the world ten thousand years ago.

A huge whirlpool appeared at the canopy, and there was a golden sword light that seemed to have been cruising in the long river of time for thousands of years, breaking through the air and hitting the head of the old ape's true body, causing Yuan Zhenye to fall directly to the land of Zhengyang Mountain, with his head on the ground, just smashing on the sword peak of the immortal's back.

The sword light fell straight and lasted for a long time, like a golden long sword that invisibly connected heaven and earth, nailed through the old ape's skull, and then slanted into the ground.

Yuan Zhenpage prostrate on the ground, roaring, holding his hands on the ground, trying to raise his head as hard as he could, struggling to get up, and then the green shirt was straight and stood on top of its head, making Yuan Zhen's page door hang down instantly, and he had to cling to the back sword peak.

Chen Ping'an raised his arm high, and the five thunderbolts in his palm were clustered, like a heavenly calamity condensing, and a swift press hit Yuan Zhenye's neck.

Then the left hand probed the arm, in the line of the mountain gate on the long sword night tour, the rainbow came, a green shirt holding a long sword, dragging the sword away, at the neck of the old ape, slowly walked through, the sword light gently crossed.

In the end, he cut off a huge head of Yuan Zhenpage, and then let it roll down the foot of the mountain.

In the middle of his sleeve, the talisman kept sweeping out, like a long river, smashing Yuan Zhenye's headless body.

The head was at the foot of the mountain, and his eyes were still fixed on the green shirt on the top of the mountain, and a pair of eyes that were gradually fading.

Chen Ping'an nodded at it.

Yuan Zhenye didn't know why, as if he understood the meaning of the old boy in the mud bottle alley, it nodded slightly, and finally closed its eyes, and the ghost nun Situ Wenying of the Full Moon Peak was the same choice, choosing to leave the remnants of the Jade Pu Realm and the only remaining luck to this Zhengyang Mountain.

The old ape who had chosen to blow up Jin Dan and Yuan Ying before, had only one thought in his last life, as if he was talking to the man on the top of the mountain, I beg you, don't kill Tao Zi!

And the green shirt, like an unpredictable prophet, nodded at that time, saying, I am not you.

Yuan Zhenpage's soul dissipated, and an ethereal old man in white could be vaguely seen, standing next to the head at the foot of the mountain, and the last words of his life were to raise his head, look at the young man, and ask in his heart, "Who is the person who killed me?"

Chen Ping'an didn't answer, but just waved his sleeves to scatter his soul.

Return to the sheath at night, with your back behind.

Lift up one foot and stomp on the ground heavily, and the whole mountain under his feet is divided in four or five.

There are no immortals in the world who carry the sword peak, only the green shirt and the sword are far away tourists.

The trip to the avenue is also, the night of candlelight tourists, not afraid of encountering ghosts, ghosts are afraid of talents.

In addition to the crowd of people watching the ceremony on Luoluo Mountain.

All the sword immortals and disciples of Zhengyang Mountain, as well as all the guests who stayed in the old and new peaks, all felt a strange feeling of suffocation at this moment.

It was as if at this moment, beside everyone, there was a green-shirted sword immortal from Luoluo Mountain.

Wearing a green shirt, Yu Feng came to the top of the sword that lost an ancestral hall.

As the head of the Zhengyang Mountain Sect, the Bamboo Emperor immediately clasped his fists and saluted: "Zhengyang Mountain Bamboo Emperor, meet the Lord of Chen Mountain." ”

Liu Xianyang rolled his eyes and glanced at Chen Ping'an, Liu Xianyang took the lead in resisting the wind and left, looked around, saw the round-faced girl standing in the reeds, and immediately rushed to Bailudu.

Chen Ping'an looked around, didn't say anything, and left with Liu Xianyang to resist the wind, during which he turned his head and smiled brightly with Bailudu, and then came to the young man in white and the little girl in black, rubbed the head of the millet grain, and laughed softly: "Go home." ”