There are people in the world who love money, and there are people who love power. But even if you are rich and peerless, even if you are drunk and lying on your knees and ruling the world, a hundred years later, you will only be a pink skeleton with a pinch of loess.

Everyone, especially the most powerful, no one can afford to hope for the heaven-defying avenue of legend or belief - immortality!

There is a history of barnyard officials and wilderness, which contains cultivators, who witnessed the opportunity to steal the sky and change the sun, and feathered and ascended to the immortals. There are elderly people in the countryside, with white flowers and long beards under their chins, and tell their grandchildren about the myths and legends of the undead thunder catastrophe that have been passed down from generation to generation, and then laugh and fly up.

The sky is overhead, and it is beyond reach.

Joys and sorrows, birth, old age, sickness and death. Although the authenticity of the rumored immortal events is unknown, there are really those who have touched the door, created an immortal sect, and regarded themselves as the right path, for becoming immortals, for immortality, for immortality, widely spreading cause and effect, widely receiving incense, and wanting to fight the unfathomable top of the sky with the faith of all beings.

Even if there is no special case of ascension, there are still many old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years, hidden in a fairyland treasure land, worshiped and worshipped, and even special temples, so that the ordinary people can make incense offerings to keep them safe

So countless people squeezed through the top of their heads and stepped on the door, all wanting to seek the opportunity of this taboo in the world, and chase the ethereal road to eternal life.

It's just that there is injustice in the way of heaven, and people's grievances are not empty. Heaven is never very fair, some people may be stupid for half a lifetime, suddenly have a thought, and increase their life expectancy by half a child. Some people work hard to study the fairy road, but in the end it is just a bamboo basket and an empty dream, and in the end, it is just an old man, and he ends up with hatred.

After a long time, he will no longer blindly chase the unrealistic immortality, live in the present, and Hongchen's life is not bad.

As a result, those lucky cultivators, who were more and more deified, stepped on the void for half a life, and claimed to be immortals, were all respected by all beings, immortals.

Not in the world, ethereal, not immortal, what is it?

And the smiling tiger with the appearance of Maitreya, Fang Qingping, is the one who can cultivate the Tao in the mouth of the mortal world--immortal!

Fang Qingping waved his hand, Hu Zhun comprehended, then turned around and picked up the unconscious Song Budemon and strode away. Seeing Hu Zhun leaving, everyone seemed to have experienced it more than once, and they all honestly followed Hu Zhun and quickly retreated.

In this noisy open space, only Yan Lingchuan, Fang Qingping and Mu Chenhao remained. After the people were gone, Fang Qingping put his hands behind his waist, his body was slightly hunched, as if he was talking to himself, and seemed to report to his family: "I am ashamed to say that I have been favored by a mountain gate since I was a child. It's ridiculous to say, nothing has been accomplished, and it is actually a grass coward in this Nian Cun Mountain. ”

Yan Lingchuan didn't care either, and shrugged his shoulders: "What's the matter, do you want to find a confidant to confide in?"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. Fang Qingping shook his head and denied it, "It's been hidden in my heart for a long time, and it's naturally more enjoyable to say it." ”

The sound fell, and the thunder was too fast to cover the momentum, Fang Qingping disappeared in place, and there was a roar of fists. First the fist, then the person. Yan Lingchuan didn't have time to make some movements, he was buried in the chest and abdomen by this punch and flew out, hitting a mud brick wall on the way, and with a bang, the house pressed Yan Lingchuan down, and the smoke and dust dispersed for a long time.

Mu Chenhao's pupils contracted, and his brows suddenly furrowed, obviously it was the first time he saw Yan Lingchuan deflated, struggling to stand up, desperately looking at the ashes of the ruins, trying his best to see Yan Lingchuan's figure among them.

It seemed that he had done a trivial matter, Fang Qingping dusted off the dust on his body, and with that disgusting hypocritical smile, he leaned over to look at the sluggish Mu Chenhao: "Don't be lucky, my punch has been used for decades to cultivate the common moves, and if I am defenseless, I am afraid that the real immortal is coming, and I will be weak to return to the sky." As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the ruins and spoke: "Thank you Daoyou for listening, go all the way, Fang Qingping is here to send you off." ”

"Huh. Mu Chenhao was furious, he had never seen such a shameless scum, and he staggered to find the throwing short knife. Before enough, Fang Qingping had already arrived in front of him, and his heavy palm was on the top of Mu Chenhao's head, and he actually lifted Mu Chenhao alive, so painful that Mu Chenhao couldn't help but scream.

When Mu Chenhao and his eyes were high, Fang Qingping's ruthless face was undoubtedly revealed, and he sneered, like a rakshasa : "Little ghost, I will send you to see him, I really hate me in that Yellow Spring, wait for me for decades, maybe I can get revenge today." ”

Fang Qingping, who exposed his true nature, was very crazy. There was no one around, or no one dared to peek out of curiosity, after all, in the past, good deeds and people became dry bones that no one cared about under the mountain.

"This punch is not bad, although it is not an immortal supernatural power, but it also has the taste of a great martial arts master in the mortal world for decades. The sound of the rubble shaking, Yan Lingchuan came out in embarrassment, slapping the dust accumulated on his head.

Fang Qingping was surprised, obviously he didn't expect Yan Lingchuan to be alive. Without waiting for Fang Qingping to say anything, Yan Lingchuan walked out of the ruins, unkempt and dusty.

"Fang was abrupt, and I only vaguely felt that there was a shadow of thunder, if it was good. Yan Lingchuan opened his mouth to speak, and he could hear Fang Qingping's heart little by little, fragmented.

"Question, right?"

Fang Qingping stopped laughing, and dropped Mu Chenhao in his hand, he didn't notice that his voice was trembling a little: "You, how do you know this?"

There are many sects in the world, and the practice is naturally very different, but this person only relies on one punch to know the meaning and source, which cannot be underestimated, and it is very difficult to understand.

Yan Lingchuan walked to Mu Chenhao's side quietly, put his back in front of him, blocked between Fang Qingping and him, looked at the restless Fang Qingping, and said to Mu Chenhao, who was panting heavily behind him: "Teach you a style, although it is a martial art at the end of the mortal world, but for you, it is quite suitable, and I am optimistic." ”

Fang Qingping gritted his teeth, he didn't see the terrifying smile, he condensed his fists and secretly luck, and while Yan Lingchuan was talking, people dispersed.

Yan Lingchuan's eyes narrowed slightly, imitating Fang Qingping's smiling face in Fang Cai's impression, and murmured,

"It's ugly. ”

The body is light, half lunges, in front of the knees, at the top of the elbows. Fang Qingping's fist appeared, and it was Yan Lingchuan's exposed chest and abdomen again. Without waiting for the fist to arrive, Yan Lingchuan had already pressed his body, brushed the sharp fist, and took the two shoulders and hips as the axis, and the whole person leaned into Fang Qing's chest.

Fang Qingping suddenly felt a heavy force pouring in from his chest, and the surging and vast power flooded his whole body, not feeling that the fist was scattered without a trace, and the throat was sweet and rushed, and then he couldn't resist it, squirting out a large area of bright red.

When Fang Qingping fell to the ground, he vomited all the blood in his throat, and the sharp pain hit his limbs, and he couldn't bear it anymore, and screamed.

At this point, Yan Lingchuan Fang looked back at Mu Chenhao and asked, "Remember?"

Mu Chenhao nodded and asked rhetorically: "Name." ”

"Backing the landslide!"

Looking at Fang Qingping, who fell to the ground and screamed, Yan Lingchuan's long sword didn't know where to go, the hem of his clothes was windless, and the gradually dimming fire light shone on the edges and corners of his face with inexplicable meaning: "Wei Mo Dao Xing? ”

At this time, Fang Qingping no longer had a smiling Maitreya posture, his body curled up like a lobster, and he kept trembling and spoke: "Immortals, immortals, Rao...... Spare your life! I still have a practice, and have mercy on my life. ”

Thinking of Fang Qingping's grotesque smile again, Yan Lingchuan also smiled at Fang Qingping like a spring breeze, "Of course...... No more. ”

His heart was as dead as ashes, but in the blink of an eye, Fang Qingping was choked by Yan Lingchuan's vigorous palm, and he lifted it above his head, and the uncomfortable feeling of suffocation hit his whole body, and he couldn't help but struggle desperately.

It was dark in front of him, and the fear of death crushed his heart, Yan Lingchuan looked up at the dying Fang Qingping, and the strength in his hand didn't feel a little bigger.

"You let me ...... It's a lot of fire. ”

The Mo knife passed away in the nightlight, and before anyone could catch up, Yan Lingchuan had already collapsed with a punch. Hu Zhun rolled a few times from the ground, and actually grabbed Mu Chenhao, who was powerless on the side, how could he have the stupid appearance as rumored, so calm that it made people panic, raised his hand to wipe the bright red overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and also choked Mu Chenhao's throat with one hand, and his eyes were unwavering: "Let go." ”

Yan Lingchuan looked at Hu Zhun who was as calm as water, and understood a little, this Hu Zhun is not very bright, he knows everything about Fang Qingping, and is willing to be Fang Qingping's henchman and disguise.

Seeing that Yan Lingchuan was unresponsive, seeing the force on Hu Zhun's palm, Mu Chenhao's face was suddenly squeezed red, and his legs kicked weakly.

"Let go. Hu Zhun repeated.

Wen Yan Lingchuan sighed: "You biaozi, you are really stupid." Let go, Fang Qingping landed. The long-lost air poured in, and Fang Qingping coughed violently, followed by greedy gasps.

Now that he let go, Hu Zhun also let go of Mu Chenhao in his hand. The moment Mu Chenhao did not land, Fang Qingping calmed down, and the only move that took dozens of years was revealed, and he rushed out towards Yan Lingchuan's lower abdomen, threatening to kill the person in front of him.

The thunder exploded, Mu Chenhao fell to the ground, splashed the ashes of the servants, time seemed to stand still, the air did not flow, the night crickets did not sing, the fire did not tremble, and the breathing was sluggish.

But there are beads of sweat on Fang Qingping's forehead, which ignite the almost frozen picture.

The punch that can open the gold and gravel, like a moth to a fire, reaches the imaginary lower abdomen, but I don't see the imaginary scene of flesh and blood splashing. Even, Yan Lingchuan didn't move, just stood indifferently.

"Stupid. Yan Lingchuan looked down like a god, and made a move in disbelief in Fang Qingping's disbelief, with the same thunderous energy, Fang Qingping was still wondering how he could have the secret unique to this sect. Puzzled, he was blasted into a blood mist by a punch, which exploded in the night and splashed all over the ground.

At the same time, Mu Chenhao burst out, the short knife was extremely fast and mysterious, flipped in front of the distracted Hu Zhun, the Mo knife fell to the ground, and the blood slowly gushing out from the throat frantically devoured Hu Zhun's vitality.

Hu Zhun slowly covered his throat and retreated, his eyes fixed on the place where Fang Qingping disappeared, and he fell to the ground, unable to stare.