Mo Chengjun didn't know that he was being remembered again, at this time, he was happily watching other people's 'liveliness'.

To say, this 'lively' actually has something to do with Taixutian, to be precise, it involved the first transaction fraud case of the Treasure Pavilion.

The reason was that a martial artist purchased a copy of the 'Huangquan Cold Ice Demon' from a certain Jindan monk of the Instrument Sect to use it to break through the three grades.

But the Jindan monk of the Instrument Sect was moved by crooked thoughts, took the merit but did not give the goods, and was so stunned that he forced the martial artist to report the matter directly to the Heavenly Court.

If you want to say that the Jindan monk is also self-owned and relied on in the background, he has no fear, but the problem is that Heavenly Court cares about his calculations and determines the facts, Mo Chengjun directly 'deleted the number' for him, and he will never be hired.

That's it, he was stunned to make him a joke of the sect, and he also became the abandoned son of the family, and he was miserable.

Just, is he willing?

The bad guy will never remember the evil things he has done, and will only put the responsibility on others, and Heavenly Court is naturally not within his reach, but that Wufu is miserable.

This Jindan monk gathered a lot of fellow disciples, came to chase and kill for thousands of miles, and was stunned to chase that Wufu to the sky with no way, no way to enter the ground, and finally his head was cut off.

At this point, it seems that it can come to an end, and it has once again verified the truth that in the land of Kyushu, martial artists cannot give monks to fight, but if it is so simple, then there will be no excitement behind.

Everyone thinks that the martial artist is just a casual cultivator with no background, but in fact?

It is true that he is not a disciple of a martial arts sect, but that doesn't mean that there is no backstage.

He had a master, who was a lonely weirdo, whose name was unknown to the world, but he regarded martial arts as an idiot, so he got the nickname 'Martial Maniac'.

He was already crazy, less when he was sober, and more when he was crazy, but his martial arts were bottomless, so he was not killed.

Later, when I was sober, I was upset, and I saved a teenager, so I took it with me, taught some martial arts when I was sober, and took care of the teenager when I was crazy.

It can be said that the two are dependent on each other to live in this world.

Until, Nawufu was beaten to death, and until this martial madman came to his senses and found that his son was gone.

This time, he wasn't crazy, he wasn't crazy, he just did something that made Kyushu Wufu crazy - he handed a post to Qizong, want, worship! Mountain! Door!

This is the old custom of five hundred years ago, in that time when the immortals and martial arts alternated, the immortals first worshiped the mountain and sought to seize the foundation of the martial arts sect; Later, a martial artist climbed the mountain, wanting to destroy the immortal gate.

The entanglement between the two sides lasted for a hundred years.

It's just that when the immortal path rises completely, and the martial artist is knocked into the dust, there will be no so-called mountain worship!

To this day, until this time, there is another Takefu who wants to climb one of the eight highest peaks in Kyushu.

As for how to get on it?

How else can it be dropped, since it is one step at a time, it will be killed!!

……

It's too empty.

The golden body of merit bent slightly, lowered his head, locked onto the Heavenly Court Envoy of the Instrument Sect, and then cast his vision down.

He saw mountains that stretched majestically to the end of his horizon, but unlike ordinary mountains, there were fewer lush greenery, less vegetation, only bare rocks, and the high temperatures visible to the naked eye.

From time to time, black clouds rise, and the earth is on fire, showing a different scene.

This is the Instrument Sect, which is famous for refining tools, and there are many earth fire rooms and various smelting tools.

For example, the slams of anvils, the clanging sound of knocking from day to night, and the towering blast furnaces, burning day and night, emitting billowing smoke.

It should be said or not, the refining tools of other immortal sects are based on personal craftsmanship, similar to the small workshop model, while the instrument sect is on the scale, with a system, a clear division of labor, and the prototype of an assembly line.

It's just that today's Qizong is destined to be different.

At the foot of Jizong Mountain, there was a beggar, his gaze was slightly dull, but it was not that stupid and stupid, but it seemed to have fallen into some kind of strange state.

From time to time, he would swing his hands and feet twice, like a move, and also like his body was twitching.

This state is familiar to Mo Chengjun, and when he is fascinated by the research topic, he looks like this, like heaven and earth, and only what he has to do is left.

At the foot of Jizong Mountain, there is a clear spring flowing by, and beggars stop here.

He first wet his thick hair with water, combed it briefly, and tied it with a hemp rope; He also cleansed his face with water, washed away the stains, and revealed a rough face.

Tie up his clothes and put a broken knife behind his back, and the whole person has completed the transformation from a beggar to a martial artist.

And standing at the foot of the mountain, he lowered his head, and did not look at the unattainable mountain, not even at the Qi Sect major repairs that were getting closer and closer, but just rubbed the round hard object in his pocket.

He seemed to see a teenager chattering in front of him: "Dad, in my opinion, your crazy character of running around can't be changed, so I'll sew you a few copper coins here, not much, but you can manage a few full stomachs." ”

"If you do get lost, you can use them to buy some cooking cakes when you're hungry, you know?"

"But you have to pay attention, eat secretly, don't rob others, and don't share kindness with others."

"Don't worry, don't worry, it won't be long before I can find you, and I'll sew it for you when the time comes."

"Dad, Dad, you must be good, good, your son will be filial piety."

Wave!

Everything in front of me was shattered, broken into countless pieces and could no longer be put together, and then, a cyan brick like a glazed jade tile, continued to expand until the size of the house, and smashed down again.

Baishan Gate, Baishan Gate......

If you want to die, where do you care about the morality of the rivers and lakes?

And this mountain-like shadow fell down, and it seemed that the martial madman was about to be smashed into a flesh and blood pie.

In the distance, many martial arts immortal cultivators who came to watch the battle couldn't help but exclaim, and when the martial madman finally raised his head and punched again!

When he looked down, there was still a mist in his eyes; But when you look up, you only have the endless rising fighting spirit and the determination to face death.

His fist is very ordinary, and his arms are not long, but at the end of his fist, it is the qi and blood wolf smoke that disperses the sea of clouds, it is an endless explosion of qi, and it is a silent but set off a void shock.

The magic weapon in the style of green jade plate brick first dented a fist mark, and then the cracks were dense, and it shattered into pieces, and then it seemed to be subjected to a tenth-level gale, and rolled back.

But you think that's all there is to it?

No, far from it!

The power of the fist came down mightily, and the master of the instrument sect who made the magic weapon of the brick directly became a blood mist, and even the Yuan Ying did not escape.

The first batch of sect disciples who rushed down the mountain didn't even shout for help, they just went away with the wind and scattered into flesh and blood.

It was only at this time that the formation that enveloped the sect 'rumbled', layers of barriers appeared, and the hazy mist manifested, and there were knives, guns, swords, or maces, rushing out of the mist and smashing on the fist.

It took eighteen weapons to shatter before the power of the fist was finally exhausted.

This is just the power of a punch!

It was just this punch that quieted everyone outside the mountain and inside the mountain, and they only felt that the world was so magical!

With this punch, the martial madman showed his strength, and it was not even as simple as a martial saint.

Perhaps, it is not far from the so-called peerless martial saint!

In this era, there is still a peerless martial saint?

I don't know how many people have this idea in their heads......

But no one answered for them, and the martial madman didn't stop, he strode forward, and there were explosive sonic booms under his feet, like a mountain roaring and tsunami impacting the sect formation of the Instrument Sect, causing layers of ripples.

There was even a wild voice that sounded between heaven and earth, as if it could shake the sky: "The third child, you come out for me, today, no matter what, you have to give me an explanation?" ”

This instrument sect is also peculiar, its sect master accepts apprentices, all according to the boss, second, and third children down the line, it is said that it is the habit left by the ancestor of the sect, and it has continued.

It's just that the inheritance of this instrument sect does not necessarily have to be inherited by the big disciples, but the capable people live in it, and in this generation, the original surname of the sect leader of the instrument sect is 'Qi', ranking third, and over time, some people call him 'the third of the instrument'.

Of course, there are very few people who dare to call it that way now, either they are equals or have a lot of relationships, and it is surprising that a martial madman is called like this.

In the great array, the fog gradually dissipated, and an inverted floating immortal mountain appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The mountain was not an ordinary oval, but shaped like a boat, with layers of formations emerging above and below, and the halo of blue light was like the rise and fall of the tide.

On it, there are all the major repairs of the instrument sect standing densely, and those below the Yuan Infant are not qualified to appear, and they are even more in their respective positions and perform their duties.

Obviously, this Floating Immortal Mountain is not a real mountain, but a large-scale conquest magic weapon.

And in front of all the overhauls, there stood an old man.

said that he was an old man, but in fact he was holding a bag of dry tobacco in his right hand, smoking it with a slightly rickety back, full of the style of an old man in the countryside.

But if you look closely, his body is burly, not a martial madman at all, full of muscles, long hands and feet.

His habit of 'smoking dry tobacco' is not to mention the outside sect, and even the people in the sect have a lot of opinions, but this one is the third sect leader of the sect.

At this time, he was obviously in a bad mood, the corners of his mouth were squirming, twitching rapidly, the sparks were bright and uncertain, and he was looking at the martial madman who was getting closer and closer, with complicated eyes.

After a pause, he finally spoke: "Martial madman, if you retreat at this time, it's good to stop this matter!" ”

"Even if I came here, why did I ever think that I would leave alive."

"Fanatic, in that case, I'll meet you......"

Before the third child could speak, a loud voice sounded, and he saw a thin immortal rising in the wind, and a magic weapon in his hand was thrown out.

The magic treasure is a mountain with three peaks, and the trees on it are verdant and lush.

It's just that the magic weapon is thrown, it rotates and grows bigger, and it becomes a real mountain peak between breaths, and the volley falls down, and a large area of shadows covers the sky, which is really like Mount Tai pressing the top.

This style, this habit, obviously belongs to the same vein as the monk who holds the magic weapon of green jade slab bricks, and it is all a style.

It's just that this time, it's not just him.

I saw that a female cultivator was also in the void, throwing out several array weapons, and the small blue and yellow flag stood in the air, and in an instant, there was a hidden fluctuation sweeping around.

This is not an attack formation, but it has the ability to imprison.

Then a great power dressed in green clothes threw out his magic weapon, and saw the golden bronze bell spinning endlessly in the air, and the overhaul pinched out a large handprint and struck on the bronze bell.

At first, there was a constant 'buzzing' sound, but the further you got, the quieter it became, almost none.

This is a loud voice, not inconspicuous, but terrifying.

The last person went out to a mirror, and as soon as she turned around, she actually blended into it, and saw the water rippling, and a divine light shot out, and where she passed, the frost froze.

The four of them shot, there were attacks, there were trapped people, there were sound skills, there was divine light, and there was a tacit understanding of cooperation, if there was no discussion, then the ghosts didn't believe it.

But the martial madman was not surprised at all, but the corners of his mouth cracked out a mocking arc, and his eyes were full of war intent.

I saw the power of the gang breaking out of the body, mighty, as if endless, and was stunned to form a law phase in mid-air.

It was a god-man phantom who stood up to the sky, dressed as a general, wearing gold armor and holding a long knife, facing attacks from all directions, only glancing at it with contempt.

Again, punch ......

This punch smashed into the void, and a 'bang' sound was heard that shook the four poles of heaven and earth, and the distortion visible to the naked eye formed in mid-air, and then spread in all directions.

Not only did it disperse the attacks of the four overhauls, but it also made the entire land tremble, and the smoke and dust that rose up spread in all directions, like a mushroom cloud.

The people of the Instrument Sect who were hiding in the mountain protection array were all restless, and they looked at the Dharma Aspect that was high above the sky, and they only felt that it was so magical.

A Yang God overhaul blurted out: "How can this be? How could he have such a powerful force? ”

The third child was calm, he sighed faintly, and said, "Why don't you want to fight with him?" I know his character!

He is a real martial idiot and a real madman.

From this point of view, he must have shattered his cultivation in the realm of martial saints, starting from scratch, washing the marrow for blood, cutting the marrow and washing the scriptures, and recasting his body.

And then with a more majestic physique, smelt more evil power, thus casting this Dharma Appearance! ”

"What? Martial Saint Cultivation has abolished himself, is he crazy? ”

"Isn't he crazy already, this is the martial madman!!"

Ji Laosan finally turned around, looked at these elders in his house, and somehow there was a little sarcasm in his words: "Usually let you restrain the doormen, restrain the doormen, and you just think that I suppress you."

This time, I met a hard stubble, what's the matter, who dares to go out and fight him alone, I respect him as he is? ”

In a word, all the instrument sect overhauls lowered their heads.

Singled out?

Just kidding, just look at the law, is it really enough for a martial arts madman to fight with one hand?

Of course, the third machine was only slightly sarcastic, and then recovered his expression: "Okay, let's all take our places, we still have to face a big battle!"

In any case, the martial madman has to leave his life in my instrument sect. ”

At this point, a crisp sound of 'wave' came, and the mountain protection array of the Instrument Sect was finally broken.

The stirring wind swept away the smoke and dust, revealing the Heavenly Law and the Floating Immortal Ship, facing each other in pairs, as if a great battle between immortals and martial arts, was about to break out.

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