It's night, the stars are sparse and the moon is bright

Yang Nanguan slowly opened his eyes, and the extremely faint purple gold color in his pupils flashed.

After more than two hours of cultivation, Yang Nanguan could clearly feel that there was a very small internal force in the dantian that could be mobilized, and it could be transferred from the dantian in a single thought.

Yang Nanguan also doesn't know what realm he is in at the moment, the power of the physical body does not reach Sanding, but he has internal strength, and it is clear that he does not have the power of Sanding martial arts but has the appearance of a five-grade martial artist, which is really strange.

The power of one tripod is about one hundred and sixty catties, and the three tripods are about five hundred catties, it stands to reason that every five-grade martial artist should have the power of three tripods, but Yang Nanguan is sure that he does not have the power of three tripods, and it has to be said that it is extremely rare.

Martial arts practice must first boil the body, and then practice the heart sutra when there is the power of the three tripods, gather internal strength, open the dantian, and step into the realm of the five products.

It seems to be the case since ancient times, first there is the power of the three tripods and then the internal force of the dantian, that is, the three tripods become five products.

On top of the five products is the four products, and the martial arts meridians of the four products are unimpeded, and the internal force is long, and it can already have a place in a county.

The three-rank martial artist known as the little grandmaster is even more remarkable, with the energy of Xuan Xuan in his body, and his internal force is released externally, not only can he be ranked in a county, but he is already among the second-rate masters in the entire martial arts, and he is qualified to start a sect.

Above the small grandmaster is the second-grade grandmaster, these characters are already the Dinghai Shenshen Needle of a county's martial arts, and their internal strength is strong and profound, even if there are only thirty or forty people in a state, the imperial court will be polite to them.

The realm of the great grandmaster above is unknown to the north, so Yang Nanguan's cognition of the realm only stops at the realm of the second-grade grandmaster.

He exhaled a long breath of turbidity, opened his eyes, Yang Nanguan suddenly felt as if something was resting on his lap, and as soon as he lowered his head, Yang Nanguan met a pair of beautiful eyes that were still a little drunk, and at this moment, Bei Shangyun also happened to wake up!

"Ah......h

"Smack!"

A coquettish cry sounded, accompanied by a crisp slap to break the silence of the early night.

Old man Lu, who was lying on the top of the attic counting the stars, suddenly turned pale, and he suddenly felt that there was a breath coming from the west!

Ma got up and argued the direction, a long rainbow rose into the sky, straight to the east, as expected, I am afraid that it will not be peaceful tonight.

At the same time, a white-eyed Taoist on the top of the Tianzhu Peak of Wudang Mountain also put down the sunspot in his hand at this moment, sighed lightly, and disappeared into the small thatched hut in a flash, leaving behind a residual candle and a game of chess with self-playing......

Liuxian County borders Beiqu County, in its east, Liuxian County is named after Liu, the streets and alleys can be seen everywhere Yiyi willow, the elegance of the scenery is not like the Eastern Regions but like the south of the Yangtze River.

A small branch of the Taicang River called Liuhe River crosses Liuxian, and an ancient bridge has been erected by the river, and pedestrians are weaving.

When it comes to Mengxia, it is full of greenery.

The willows on both sides of the willow river are shady, the long willow swaying slightly, from time to time playing the clothes of pedestrians, people walk on the bridge, and the shadow walks in the river.

A few dark clouds blocked the clear moon, accompanied by the sound of the woman's pounding clothes, the gentle wind whistled, and the riverside lights were brilliant.

At this time, it is the Lantern Festival in Liuxian.

Paper lamps were sent to the sky, with simple wishes soaring into the night.

There is a fortune-telling stall on the side of the ancient bridge, with a piece of cloth tied on the broken bamboo pole and four characters on it - count the world!

The cloth is old, but the ink characters seem to have just been written, and the four characters are vigorous and public, which shows the arrogance and unruliness of the person who mentions the words.

On the stall sat a man with black hair and white beard, dressed in a long gray cloth coat covered with patches, and his clothes were slightly dirty.

It looked like his long hair hadn't been washed in a while, and he had a long scar on the right side of his face, as if he had been injured by a sharp weapon.

The man looked like he was in his fifties, with some faint wrinkles on his face. At this moment, he looked up at the paper lamps that slowly rose into the air, and there was a look of remembrance in his eyes.

Once upon a time, he and she also let go of paper lamps, on the shore of the lake below, in that night when the moon was also sparse.

It's still the old night, but the beauty has long since passed away.

At this moment, a deep voice broke the man's thoughts, causing his brow to furrow slightly.

"How much does your life count?"

"Ten texts. ”

The man raised his head and looked at the black-robed figure in front of him, feeling a hint of familiarity from his voice and figure.

"Smack. ”

Ten coppers were placed on the fortune-telling booth, and the figure that was tightly covered by the black robe stood in the dark, slowly pulling out a wooden spear from behind him, and the slightest sharp gun intent that was difficult for the second-grade grandmaster to detect was permeating.

"Is it accurate?"

"Never tried it. ”

"Then you will calculate whether you are dead or not today?" said the figure in the darkness as he lifted the black robe from his head and grinned.

"I don't think I can die. ”

The man finally confirmed who the person in front of him was, and his expression changed slightly and returned to calm.

"It's been eight years, and I'm catching you again. ”

"yes, it's been eight years, what a coincidence. ”

The man said with a smile, and as soon as he finished speaking, ten copper plates on the stall flew up and shot out like sharp arrows in front of him.

At the same time, the man's figure disappeared in a flash, disappearing into the moonlit night.

"Hmph. ”

The figure holding the wooden spear snorted coldly, did not dodge or dodge, and let these ten copper plates that were enough to make the top second-grade grandmasters hate to smash on their bodies, and then they were shocked into powder by the qi gang around them.

Glancing at the figure that rushed straight into the sky and fled, the wooden gun man didn't say a word, and chased after Changhong in person.

And all this, the nearby pedestrians did not even notice it at all!

After the two left, it was only more than ten breaths, and the two old men who were nearly three hundred years old together belatedly met in the clouds.

"Immortal real people. ”

"Old Gu Lord Lu. ”

The two old men hugged each other slightly, looking a little reluctant, as if they had a holiday.

The old man surnamed Lu is dressed sloppily, like a mountain village man, and although the Taoist Wudang real person with the immortal Taoist name is also dressed in coarse linen clothes, he has white eyebrows and kind eyes, and he has a fairy wind and bones.

The two old men who didn't seem to be in line with each other didn't talk much nonsense, and after glancing at each other with disgust, they turned into two Changhong and chased straight to the north.

The wind was whistling in his ears, and the long cloth coat was hunting, obviously fleeing, but the man's face was not panicked, but very indifferent, not at all like he was being chased and killed.

The person behind him has reached the realm of gun, and the force is even more overwhelming, the man knows very well, it is definitely no fun to fight, but it should not be a problem to escape.

After all, it's not as good as it was eight years ago, can't he run if he can't beat it now?

The man could feel that there was a qi machine firmly locked on his body, and the qi machine was continuous, and the pursuit would not stop, even if he fled to the ends of the earth, it would be in vain.

Although there is some trouble, as long as a stick of incense kung fu, the man can still cut off this qi from the world's top martial arts, as long as he survives, a stick of incense!

The monstrous gun's intent shrouded the vast sky, making it covered with a strong sense of slaughter, which lasted for a long time.

Both sharp and heavy gun wind came first, swept in, like a gang wind fell on the body and hurt, although these gun winds did not break the man's body protection qigang, but the internal strength of the strands penetrated in, making him full of blood churning.

chased and fled, with the passage of time, the distance between the two was constantly shortened, and after half a pillar of incense, there were only ten miles between the two!

"Look at the guns!"

After another half-pillar of incense, when the man was able to cut off the qi of the locked body, a loud shout was like thunder, and a wooden spear passed through his chest.

Three miles away, Lu Laoweng and Baimei Daoren, who came non-stop, couldn't help but shrink their eyes when they saw this scene, but then they both felt a little wrong.

Because on the side, there was an imperceptible aura passing by.

"I want to run!" "Dream!"

At this time, this peerless spear fairy who fought all over the world with a wooden spear also realized that what the tip of the spear was holding was just a puppet, and the main owner fled in reverse, and he fell into the plan to divert the tiger from the mountain!

What a shame!

Under the rage, the majestic momentum suddenly rose, gathered on the gun, and the killing gun intent filled the void, and the spearman who had drunk the blood of countless strong men roared, ready to fire, and the puppet carried by the gun was shocked into powder.

On the right arm holding the gun, the black robe was torn by the sharp spear wind, revealing bronzed skin, and the thick green tendons on it burst out, winding like a dragon.

"Guanhong!"

With a low roar, the wooden spear was thrown out of his hand, and a shot through the rainbow turned into a streamer and shot out, the gun intent was awe-inspiring, and the sound of wind and thunder pierced the sky with an unrivaled momentum.

A peerless shot came to the face, and the light was dazzling.

The two old men moved to both sides, narrowing their eyes slightly, shocked by the power of this gun, and each with a magical power in his hand.

I saw Lu Laoweng's sleeve robe rolled, and wisps of cloud qi were drawn from the dark clouds beside him, turning into a cloud sword that lingered around his body.

And the white-eyed Taoist put his palms together, and then opened, and gave birth to a brilliant golden lotus in his palm, as the palms opened bigger and bigger, the golden lotus also slowly became larger, and the brilliant golden light was dazzling.

The two divine powers that seemed to be immortal methods went straight to a little cold light, and the land of three miles passed in an instant.

Without any sound, the spear easily penetrated the golden lotus, strangling the cloud sword, and the castration did not decrease, but the light on the body of the spear dimmed slightly, and it decreased by two or three points.

When the two old men were about to make another move, a figure appeared in front of them, and his voice was low with some anger.

"Why are you stopping me?"

"Hey, you lump of wood, why are you so tough, how many times have I told you, this old god stick can't die, can't die, can't die......"

Lu Laoweng didn't look at anyone, but a mysterious sword intent floated in his hand, and a cloud sword quickly gathered.

The white-eyed Taoist was silent, his hands were closed, and a little golden light surged between his palms.

"I don't care, I want him to die!"

A pair of eyes were flat, staring coldly at the two seniors, the qi was contained, and the sound was like a river.

There was no way, the two old men who didn't want to fight with them glanced at each other, and helplessly dispersed the tricks in their hands, and could only pray secretly to the notorious old god stick in their hearts, and the three of them confronted each other in the clouds.

And at this moment, there was still a seven-point spear that pierced through the silent sky, chasing towards a streamer that had escaped for more than twenty miles.

The speed of the spear was much faster than that of the man's distant escape, but with twenty breaths, the tip of the spear was only a foot away from the man's back, and it was less than half a breath to penetrate it.

And at this moment, at the last moment, the man threw an object, and after an instant, a loud bang sounded in the air!

"Boom!"

The sound was loud like thunder, and the pedestrians below mistakenly thought that it was going to rain, and quickened their pace a little, while those with umbrellas still walked slowly, enjoying the comfort of everyone panicking at this time.

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A page of one-person-high quaint tortoiseshell was full of cracks, and a wooden spear was nailed to it, and the incomparably powerful force pushed the tortoiseshell back inch by inch.

Behind the tortoiseshell, the man's hands were indifferent and supported the only four pages of treasure in the world, and there was a halo of light on his chest.

"Click, click, click......"

The furious guns raged, the tortoise shells made an overwhelmed sound, and the cracks on the tip of the spear were like spider silk, more and more, denser and denser.

After five breaths, the tortoise shell reached its limit, and the place where the tip of the spear was lit turned into powder, and the whole page of the tortoise shell turned into more than 100 pieces of cracked armor in an instant, falling down. These fragments of tortoise shells were picked up by some lucky people after some time and passed down from generation to generation as heirlooms.

"Ding!"

Only three points of the spear were left to point at the state of mind protection, poking it into more than two inches.

As if by the force of the shock, the spear trembled the moment it hit the heart guard, and it was bounced away in one direction.

The man's body burst out with a fluffy blood mist, and suddenly his body was as if he had been hit by a meteorite, and he fell into the distance at a rapid speed, and finally fell into a large river, stirring up a splash more than two feet high.

Some painting boats on the river swim with the waves, talented and beautiful people chant poems to the moon, and the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras is endless. The sudden sound did not attract much attention, but some fishermen and old men nearby looked at it curiously, thinking that a big fish had come out of the water.

"Humph!"

Glancing coldly at the two seniors again, the figure at the top of the world's martial arts list snorted coldly, and turned into a rainbow to chase his spear.

The two old men who had disturbed the good things of others glanced at each other, they were disgusted with each other, and they didn't even bother to say goodbye, and the two Changhong crossed the air......