Chen Kuang had promised the master of the Freedom Mountain before, and when he came out, he would give him a poem, which was exchanged for the opportunity to enter the ancient battlefield instead of Zhang Zhizhou.

At this moment, the Master has come to ask for that poem!

Chen Kuang took a deep breath and glanced at the boundless calm sky.

Since he came back two thousand years ago, he has a completely different understanding of this sky...... His unintentional sword cut through the sky, allowing him to see the scene beyond the sky, and also made his thoughts about the world change somewhat.

And at the moment when it resonated with the Avenue of Time, Chen Kuang also knew that it was precisely because of that sword that it triggered the later downfall of the Daqi Dynasty.

And many people involved in this matter may not be unaware.

At least, Xi Mengquan must have known, and even one of the leaders.

What about the others?

Several saints in the world today, except for the "Martial Saint" Mu Zhao, all seem to be old yin with their own thoughts, and there is no reason not to know.

Especially this "master".

Three thousand peach and plum, a hundred generations of ancestors.

Although according to the experience of the little princess in the reincarnation of the illusion, the "master" seems to be indeed an ordinary person in the rumor, and has never shown cultivation, and the precepts used to teach people on weekdays are all protective of the disciples, and even if they really want to make a move, the means are all magical spiritual treasures.

- For example, the sound transmission paper crane used at this moment can be used even by ordinary people who can't control the aura.

But if you want to say that the "master" really has no cultivation, then Chen Kuang would rather believe that Mu Zhao has brains!

At this time, if the other party wants him a poem, he must ask for more than a poem.

And if Chen Kuang gave a poem, what he got was definitely not just praise or disapproval, but ...... Master's help!

Chen Kuang's thoughts only turned for a moment.

That Zhou Guo Grandmaster's fist had already fallen, swinging through the stratus clouds!

Looking at this strength, there is actually a bit of the shadow of a martial saint, and I think it is another "outer disciple" of the Martial Saint Pavilion who has participated in the preaching monument.

Mu Zhao's influence in Cangyuan is too great.

When the disciples of the "Martial Saint" died, only the "Martial Saint" was angry, but when the "Martial Saint" died, there were more than thousands of people who were angry.

Today's news spreads, and I don't know how many people will list Chen Kuang as a must-kill target.

Chen Kuang's state at the moment, wanting to resist this punch, is extremely dangerous.

But he didn't dodge.

Not only did he not dodge or dodge, but he also directly stopped his escape, forcibly restrained his body, and remained motionless in place.

At the same time as the Zhou Guo Sect Master's eyes showed a fierce light, a trace of doubt also flashed in his heart.

This kid...... Can't find death?!

But it was only a trace of confusion, the fist in his hand did not pause at all, and with a huge force like a landslide, it shot towards Chen Kuang's body!

Chen Kuang's eyes flashed, he controlled his body, and remained completely still for a moment.

Then, something strange happened.

This Zhou Guo Grandmaster's fist, the moment it touched Chen Kuang's body, it seemed to be deflected by an invisible, water-like soft but irresistible force, and slid to the other side!

"What?!"

That Zhou Guo Grandmaster didn't even react, his pupils constricted.

But his fist had already poured out with all his might, and it was impossible to take it back.

The whole person's body also followed this force and rushed out to the other side, flying out a hundred feet!

Chen Kuang hooked the corners of his mouth, took advantage of this moment of misalignment, turned into a streamer, and jumped out in reverse.

This deviation, as soon as they returned, the distance between the two widened.

also bought enough time for Chen Kuang.

Fang Cai's scene seemed strange to others, but for Chen Kuang, it was a matter of course, that is, the "wooden man" obtained before took effect passively!

["Wooden Man": When you don't move, others won't be able to attack you.] 】

If Chen Kuang doesn't move, others can't move him.

But just now he had already moved, and he stopped in the middle of the way, so naturally something as strange as just now would happen, causing the opponent's attack to be deflected, and he couldn't hit it.

But at this time, Chen Kuang's immobility is not a long-term strategy, he can not move for a while, but he can't stay still for a lifetime.

These five grandmasters are not the full strength of Zhou Guo, Chen Kuang himself is fine, but he can't ignore the people who stood up for him and would rather be enemies of Ji Chengtian.

He could only run.

But the little time he bought was enough for him to recite a poem to fulfill his promise.

In the moment just now, Chen Kuang thought of a lot of poems, worthy of this "master" who upheld the way of a gentleman in Freedom Mountain and taught many disciples.

Among all the rumors, some people say that he has no cultivation, some people say that he is the strongest in the world, some people say that he sells his reputation, and some people say that he is ambitious.

In Chen Kuang's cognition, he secretly sent disciples to visit various countries, just to find a wise king who could calm the world.

As if looking for a ...... It can put an end to this cannibalistic chaotic world where the strong are respected and the weak are sacrificed.

However, when Chen Kuang saw that sky, he knew that this cycle of chaotic times would never end if it was not solved from the root......

So, Chen Kuang turned around and looked at the thousand paper cranes, at the people in the chaos, and at the panicked world.

Above the sky, I don't know when, the snow has already fallen.

But in an instant, it became huge.

Chen Kuang thought back to the past of his original body, and thought that since the crossing, he had gone from being like a lost dog and being trampled on by Li Hongyan to breaking his legs, to watching Mu Zhao turn into a candle flame that was extinguished in an instant in front of his eyes.

In his mind, the four sentences that shook the past and the present flashed, but soon, they were abandoned by him again.

Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations......

It's good and great.

The "master" of Freedom Mountain must be worthy of these four sentences, and even, this should be the other party's pursuit in this life.

However, this is not what Chen Kuang wants to say to the other party.

Chen Kuang stretched out his hand, caught the paper crane, laughed, word by word, and said seriously:

"This body is a world and a house, and the world consumes the green sideburns and sparse ......"

His voice was almost blown away in the vast sky, but it seemed to be carried far and far by the howling wind.

"After all, a few people are really deer,

I don't know if I'm dreaming of being a fish all day long. ”

……

Liberty Mountain.

The peach blossoms are like clouds, and the falling flowers are colorful.

Everyone in the world knows that even if the four seasons in the world pass by suddenly, the peach blossoms of Freedom Mountain still do not fall all year round, and countless students will plant a peach tree when they enter the mountain, adding a bit of beauty to this red cloud.

If the student dies, the peach tree withers and withers and turns into spring mud.

I don't know how long this Freedom Mountain has existed, and how many romantic characters have appeared, but the scope of this peach forest has hardly changed.

Today, Liberty Hill is still full of books.

The master sitting at the top was a thin old man with a stinky face, holding a thousand paper cranes, and listening with his eyes down.

Suddenly, he jerked his head up, looked into the distance, and laughed:

"Good! What a 'after all, a few people really get deer, I don't know if they dream of being fish all day long'! ”

The thin old man stood up and sighed, "Who gets the deer and who is the fish, I think it will be proved in a few days!" In that case, there is no point in me nesting in this mountain......"

He took a step forward, and this step had already appeared at the edge of the peach grove in Freedom Mountain.

Leaving many disciples looking at each other for a long time, their mouths wide open, revealing incredible expressions.

"Master...... Didn't the Master have no cultivation? ”

This thin old man, who always raised his eyebrows and scolded angrily, stood at the border, and finally slowly straightened his body, and for a moment, he seemed to be extremely tall.

He held the ruler in his hand, did not hesitate, and took another step forward.

One step, the heavens, the earth, mountains and rivers were all shaken, and his body was already spontaneously...... The might of a saint.

The master looked down at his ruler, touched it lovingly, and then held it with both hands and folded it vigorously.

"Click!"

The ring ruler is broken.

Half of it turned into pen and ink and half of it turned into Haoran righteousness.

The students of Liberty Mountain were shocked, and they all stood up, as if they understood what was going on, and bowed deeply in the direction where the master had left.

"The students send the saint out of the mountain!"

The master folded the ring ruler and entered the WTO, and he was no longer the master who taught and educated people in the deep mountains of the peach forest.

It's a saint.

Wensheng.

(End of chapter)