Yes, it's a very soothing and enjoyable sound. Gradually, the hand rubbed even more.

The confusion in the middle-aged man's eyes deepened. When his hand touched the shoulder of the white-haired young man, he felt something strange, and at first he did not pay attention.

But after a few breaths of contact, the strange feeling became stronger and stronger.

That is, bathed in the moonlight, the fish in the dry water and the rain fell for a long time, and it was like a bird that had been imprisoned for many years broke through the bird cage and flew into the sky again.

It was as if he himself had become a breeze and returned to heaven and earth. It's like a lonely meteorite that fell to the ground and re-entered the galaxy.

Until a sound fell into his ears, like a thunderbolt from the sky, it woke him up.

Xiao Yan's hand was still rubbing the shoulder of the white-haired man in front of him, which made him come back to his senses, and his face changed again.

"Crazy! I'm absolutely crazy! I actually touched a man's shoulder, and even got hooked. When Xiao Yan thought of this, his heart was shocked, his face was extremely pale, and he kept retreating backwards, trying to distance himself from the person in front of him.

"No, you're not crazy. Chu Cheng shook his head. By this time, he knew why the middle-aged man was fascinated and groped for his shoulder.

It's because of the Nine Heavens Xuangong, the light of the bright moon. It is the most quintessential qi of heaven and earth in the world.

In order to hide the death intent in his hand, Chu Cheng operated the Nine Heavens Xuangong in his heart, pulling the two rounds of bright moons in the sky to sprinkle a steady stream of moonlight power. Especially that round of blood moon, the aura on his body was even more ethereal.

If it is only based on feelings, you can only detect it unless your strength is cultivated. This Immortal Fire Hall envoy is just a half-Xuan monk, and only when he touches his body can he feel the breath of the gods.

"No! I'm crazy!" The middle-aged man was already getting goosebumps all over his body at this moment, and hurriedly retreated, wanting to leave this place.

He was afraid that if he continued like this, he would change from a man who liked women to a man who liked men.

"This is leaving?" Chu Cheng saw that the middle-aged man was about to flee from here, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of curvature.

This messenger of the Fire Immortal Hall is quite funny. Not only is he narcissistic, but he also likes to be cranky.

The middle-aged man is in a panic, constantly shouting in his heart, I like women, I am women. Firmly confirm that you take it

Toward.

But in the next moment, a strong wind blew behind him.

If it is in normal times, middle-aged men will naturally react. But at this moment of panic, he couldn't tell whether it was a storm from a distant battlefield or the wind started by something else.

Xiao Yan lowered his head, not realizing that the white-haired man figure in front of him had disappeared.

After this wind, there are thousands of dragons roaring, as if there are really thousands of true dragons descending into the world and eternal, the golden mangs cast the road of divine light, but also there are Xuanlei ten directions shining and shining, gathered in this fist stacked and flashing eight rounds of gold circle of bamboo fist.

Someone smashed down with a punch under the middle-aged man's defenselessness, and it landed on the head. In an instant, there was a muffled roar, and in this punch, the whole world slammed into a deep war drum.

The water that was suspended and slowly falling in the air in the battle between the two Xuanjing powerhouses shook again, and rose ten thousand feet into the air again!

The middle-aged man's entire head was hit by this punch, and there was no reaction. The whole body fell straight into the abyss at the bottom of the sea, and even the red robe was shattered with a roar.

He snorted, spurting a few mouthfuls of blood as he fell to the ground, and his eyes were already full of gold stars. After feeling the surging power, my heart was also shocked, and the qi and blood in my body rushed again.

"Xuan's breath... This is Xuan... This person is not a god!" The middle-aged man was shocked at this moment, and he never thought that this little monk, who only looked like the peak of the god, was actually a second-step power, and he made a sneak attack.

"I'm ......" Xiao Yan was shocked and angry, and wanted to report to his home to deter this person. But he felt a palm press on his head.

There was a golden light again, shining in Xiao Yan's eyes, dazzling so that he couldn't open his eyes, and then there were loud roars one after another.

Xiao Yan's mouth opened, and another mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, spilling into the abyss at the bottom of the sea from thousands of feet, and drifting into the distance in the wind.

He wanted to sacrifice the messenger Xuanqi belonging to their Fire Immortal Hall to force this person back, so that he could breathe well. But it was suppressed by a terrifying surging death intent, and he couldn't move.

"Don't get dizzy yet!"

For this first punch, Chu Cheng only used five points of strength.

In the blessing of the Xuan Li in the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo and the Little Dragon Elephant Array, there is no regular obstruction, and he can go straight to the second step of the first light, which is comparable to the power of Liang Hua Immortal Venerable.

This middle-aged man

Although he is the son of Tianjiao of the Fire Immortal Palace, the strength of the general half-Xuan Tianjiao is almost the same as that of the second realm, and it is no match for the third realm. But he can!

But compared with Chu Cheng at this moment, there is still a huge gap between the two. If it is a full blow, even if he is a core disciple of the Gu Immortal Palace, he will be scattered under the full force of the punch.

But it was these five points of force that did not stun the middle-aged man.

Then Chu Cheng punched again, bombarding his mind, and this second punch was still a five-point force. If you use six points, once you exceed the threshold between heaven and earth, it is not a gap of only one point.

This sixty percent of the force, the middle-aged man can't bear it, and it is very likely that he will be shocked to death on the spot. Therefore, Chu Cheng still only used fifty percent of his strength.

Since one punch doesn't work, then two punches. If two punches don't work, then hundreds of punches. Stunting people is something that no fist can't do.

Under this second punch, this middle-aged man was still conscious, which made Chu Cheng sigh lightly, and secretly said that he was worthy of being a core disciple of the Gu Immortal Sect, and he was able to carry two punches in a row while being suppressed.

It was only in the third punch that a billowing red mist rose, filling the entire waterless underwater abyss in an instant, boiling violently in the wind.

Red fireworks lit up in Chu Cheng's eyes, and in this red dust, even the rules of heaven and earth in Hao Earth had a hint of condensation for a short time, although the time of condensation was very short, it could still be clearly felt.

Once the Red Dust Great Realm is truly presented, even if it is this day and this earth, it can be brought into the mortal!

In this billowing red mist, the middle-aged man felt in a daze that his cultivation was actually passing... The breath was falling, and it shook his heart again.

The middle-aged man forced a sigh and opened his eyes suddenly, only to see a fist with golden light smashing towards him.

There was another muffled snort, and this time, the middle-aged man finally fainted.

At this moment, the red of reclamation instantly dissipated and re-emerged Qingming. Chu Cheng's body flashed, and he came to the bottom, pulled up the middle-aged man with one hand, and flew into the air.

"As a Tianjiao, the most important thing is to maintain a sense of awe and prudence. ”

Chu Cheng looked at the unconscious, blood-covered middle-aged man and shook his head, not caring whether the middle-aged man could hear in a coma. Whisper to yourself.

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