Chapter Thirty-Six: Running Thunder, Backing the Mountain

Everyone is speechless, and it is a common thing for their own teachers to have a hard mouth, so the "just", "but" and so on in the mouth of the master are blurted out as a daily routine.

The young man who had just stepped into the Tao was amazed by the powerful eyeballs that he had seen all kinds of scenes.

That's it, thunder.

Wang Gan's vision was a little wandering, and his thoughts extended far away, far away to the time and time, and everything was wrong.

Listening to the name, this so-called Ben Lei Jin is very much like a crude and simple divine channel method, but in fact it is really a crude and simple divine channel method.

How simple it is, there have been many people in the past, and even many people have realized a half-understanding in the stele, resonating with the stele, attracting out-of-phase mutations, grabbing people's attention, and shocking very much.

However, the stele bluffs and the momentum bluffs.

If you have just stepped into the forest, a majestic tiger roar resounded through the mountains and forests, startling the birds and beasts to scatter and flee. But if you have the courage to follow the gall and roar, what you see is a pig and a pig, a suckling cat.

Those gifted young people who have gained and experienced it, naturally they are not willing to give up this great opportunity easily, and they have worked hard to cultivate all their efforts, in exchange for no results, and when they repent, they find that they are too far away from those peers to be untouchable.

Don't say that these juniors who will enter the Tao, even if they themselves, can't see the avenue, they only smell the cumbersome noise, and they can't see the texture under the boundary.

Finally got up the mountain, the pie fell from the sky, and after gnawing for a long time, I found that I couldn't fill my stomach at all.

But this stele is earlier than everything, and all things, referring to other steles, referring to the Four Peaks Peak Master, and even teaching himself.

Therefore, Wang Qian once thought about discarding the useless stone tablet, but how could he have thought that he was sternly stopped by the owner of Muyun Peak, and was told that this stone tablet should not only be placed in the most conspicuous place, but also everyone who climbed the mountain should observe it, and even separate the enchantment, and anyone could take a look at it at any time.

Wang Qian didn't know why, but he could only listen to it.

Therefore, when Mu Chenhao touched the stone tablet, everyone was interested, not because of anything else, in order to see the following and see how Mu Chenhao took the second step.

The stone tablet was splashed with light, and he was blinded, and his pupils couldn't be opened, Mu Chenhao's palm was tightly absorbed, and he finally understood the meaning of the bright lines, and muttered: "It turns out that this is the thunder of thunder?"

In a trance, there was a strong pouring out of the stone tablet, from the middle of Mu Chenhao's palm, as if the surging waves were squeezed under the dam for a long time, and finally found the gap, all of them surging out.

The palm of the palm is naturally where Mu Chenhao's body is, the vast air flow like the sea comes from all directions, as big as a galaxy, and the clouds and mist are also entrained and sprayed out, shrouding Mu Chenhao's body, spinning into an extremely exaggerated turbine, slowly overflowing.

Mu Chenhao obviously didn't expect such a reaction, only to feel that the essence in his body increased exponentially, and it became more and more intense. Seeing this situation, I couldn't help but be frightened, and if I let it go on like this, I was afraid that I would have to burst my body and scatter and explode.

The other free hand suddenly pressed on the arm that was attached to the stone tablet, and exerted force, like a fish in the rushing river, unyielding, swimming hard.

The hair was swinging wildly upside down, and the clothes were even more clumped, almost breaking away and fleeing.

The shopkeeper sat on a bamboo chair, rubbing his hands against a plate of vegetarian vegetables in front of him, the corners of his mouth salivating, and his eyes were straight for fear of running away. Glancing at the master of Mu Yunfeng, he stretched out his hand to grab the food on the plate: "I'm worried very much, it's useless to run thunder, what's the use of comprehension, if you can't rest assured, I will give him the moving mountain, the wine pond and the meat forest, and the sunset of the long river." ”

The hand was about to see and grasp the food, and the shopkeeper was overjoyed, but he was intercepted by the owner of Mu Yunfeng at a faster speed: "After opening the restaurant business for so many years, your philistine temperament is really getting more and more intense, is it possible that the diners in your restaurant are all savages, and you can't reach out to grab food like you?"

The shopkeeper retracted his hand stupidly and said: "You have planted a lot of vegetable gardens, I only eat two of you, look at your stingy appearance, the mountain guard fat deer doesn't know how much you have eaten, why don't you feel so distressed." ”

The master of Mu Yunfeng laughed and scolded: "This is because of the merit of that evil animal guarding the back mountain, preventing you from entering the back mountain to pick the spirit fruit, how about I let it eat?"

The shopkeeper was dissatisfied and said a little aggrieved: "You old man, you are really stingy. ”

As he spoke, the owner of Mu Yunfeng handed over a pair of bamboo chopsticks, which caused the shopkeeper to smile suddenly, hurriedly took it with both hands, and wiped a few handfuls on his arms and shirts.

Seeing the shopkeeper's repeated sycophant kung fu, he smiled and looked at it, and said: "This meal, please, when will you hand the mountain moving ceremony, wine and meat kung fu to Mu Yuan's boy?"

As soon as the words came out, the shopkeeper's fast hand suddenly stopped, the food stopped in his mouth, and he forgot to chew it in his mouth, and looked at the master of Mu Yunfeng with wide eyes, hoping to see a hint of joke from it, but it was unsuccessful, and he said in some surprise: "Are you joking?"

The master of Mu Yunfeng looked back at the shopkeeper's uncertain eyes and slowly shook his head.

"You old thief, what benefits did Yan Zhao give you, you favored that kid like this, you are really more shrewd than my shopkeeper's calculations in this transaction. The shopkeeper resisted the urge to jump up from the bamboo chair and shouted.

The master of Mu Yunfeng smiled and said nothing, until he watched the shopkeeper finish jumping and sat down again, and then asked, "Then what benefits do you think I can get." ”

Hearing this, the shopkeeper shook his head without hesitation: "It's a fart, and it's thanks to your dull life over the years, or that guy has to pick up a broken sword and cut off your head, and the most unsightly thing for that guy is that there are people on the mountain." ”

Before the shopkeeper finished speaking, the master of Mu Yunfeng raised a smile, stroked his long beard, and asked, "Then what do you think, Su Hu and Mu Yuan, what do he mean by sending them." ”

"What can it mean, collecting debts, a bunch of people caused him to lose a senior brother back then, and he can't find another one. The shopkeeper lowered his head, and the bamboo chopsticks pulled the fragrant dishes on the plate.

The master of Mu Yunfeng sighed, and there was a slight muddle in his eyes, which meant that it was difficult to understand the endless sorrow: "If it weren't for the tripod back then, where did this peaceful world come from, in the final analysis, these people owe him a life." ”

The shopkeeper sneered and replied: "The debtors have gone to the sea, is it difficult to recover them one by one? ”

"No, no, no, how can the account be such an algorithm, no matter what, this mandarin boy, you must not let him have any more mistakes. Yan Zhao this time, I don't know what kind of winner he is holding up again. The master of Mu Yunfeng was slightly relieved and said.

After pondering for a long time, the shopkeeper hesitated again and again, but still spoke: "Back then, did he go up to the three hundred steps?"

The master of Mu Yunfeng said vaguely: "If you can get it, you can't get it." If you say that you don't go up, how can you still have this quiet life, if you say it, you and I will not be on the mountain to worry about this and that. ”

The shopkeeper sneered again and scolded: "I asked in vain, and I said it in vain." ”

"The people of the limit, the extravagant hope that you will not be able to hold the chessboard again, and you will live without heart and lungs, maybe you will be able to catch up, and you will be in time. The owner of Mu Yunfeng quipped.

Hearing the words, it seemed to poke the sore spot, the shopkeeper changed his face immediately, and the food that was regarded as a treasure, the shopkeeper suddenly stood up, and slammed the bamboo chopsticks in his hand on the plate, making a crisp sound.

Strode out of the house and dropped a sentence: "Don't eat, talk nonsense, don't listen to it at all." ”

The master of Mu Yunfeng didn't chase after him, sat on the pillar, and roared: "Don't forget your mountain moving ceremony and wine and meat skills, if you are willing to let the sun set over the long river, it is naturally excellent." ”

Far away, there was a faint scolding sentence from the shopkeeper, and I couldn't really hear it, I could only vaguely hear a sentence: "Wait for that kid, after you realize the useless thunder, you can talk to me about this deal,"

Mu Yunfeng's master lay on the bamboo chair, then picked up the bamboo chopsticks discarded by the shopkeeper, put them flat on the table, saw that the food was out of heat, reached out and grabbed a piece and put it in his mouth, chewing, so unsatisfied: "It's useless to run thunder, but it's very useful to run thunder." ”

Ben Lei Jin is useless.

But there can be thunder that coerces all beings.

In the sky, there are hundreds of millions of heterochromatic thunders as strong as mountains, annihilating the heavens and killing those who want to fight.

They are all dead and hopeless, which deeply explains what it means to shake a tree, what is self-immeasurable, and what is self-seeking death.

A figure, soaring upward, shook the punishment of the gods, turned its back to all beings, and protected it thoroughly, with only one word, running through the heavens and the earth, resounding through the sky.

"Get out!"

I forgot to wipe the grease stains on my hands, but I actually lay on the small bamboo chair and squinted, reminiscing about the taste that had never faded away in my mouth, and said with a smile: "It's not bad, it's really good." ”

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Seeing Mu Chenhao swallow the astonishingly large amount of qi whale into his abdomen, dense cracks appeared visible to the naked eye on his body, and they swelled sharply.

Ya Xuanfeng's eyes flickered, and he got up, this kind of incident has never been seen before, but it is obvious that if he doesn't make a move, this son will definitely not be able to withstand the strong pressure, explode, and die on the spot.

Just as he was about to break the connection between Mu Chenhao and the stone tablet, Wang Qianzhangjiao, who had been silent for a long time, opened his mouth and said coldly: "Don't move him, watch quietly." ”

Lord Yaxuanfeng was surprised, he didn't expect the sect to be like this, so he had to eliminate his supernatural powers and watch intently.

If Mu Chenhao is really at the end, the qi is endless, and there is no sign of drying up, and it is still desperately surging into the body. Mu Chenhao's methods are all useless, and he is already about to break his body.

I didn't have time to think about it, I tried my best to cast a backing landslide, since I was blocking the continuous pouring of breath, then I would crush the source and give it a go.

Infinite qi flows into the body, it can be used for oneself, this use of the landslide, endlessly, when the eyes are closed, there is a similar essence like the stone tablet shot out, the eyes are not clear, but also like two bright lanterns, shaking terrifyingly.

With a palm, the stele is turbulent.

The lines were startled, spiraled up, densely introduced into the air, and hung above Mu Chenhao's head.

To no avail, Mu Chenhao couldn't hold on, and another palm collapsed. The stele was unharmed, and there were black clouds overhead, tumbling and swallowing up all the lines of light suspended in the air.

The dark clouds became more and more intense, and as they rolled, a stream of light scattered out, and there was a muffled sound, making it impossible to look directly and listen.

The wail sounded, Mu Chenhao's body was at its limit, his muscles and flesh exploded, his body expanded several times, and blood mist sprinkled into the air, covering a large area.

Mu Chenhao's yang acupoint bulged very high, the green tendons on his forehead were entrenched, the corners of his mouth were slightly open, his fangs were hideous and dazzling, and he spit out lightly with intermittent words: "Ben...... Thunder!"

The third palm was like a shock, and that palm was really fast to the extreme, and there was an afterimage flashing, cutting through the airflow, and there were bursts of sharp explosions.

The black clouds above the head were even more agitated, there was light, and the sound followed, and the lines were half hidden and half visible, and the light and light disappeared for a moment.

The python pattern shattered the air, like a crack spreading in the sky, the sound was like a bell, and the mangs were like fire.

The burly Chaos Peak Lord frowned, and said in a deep voice: "This is Thunder Rush, why haven't you heard of this thunder?"

Before it was finished, Mu Chenhao's sucked palm was an inch away from the stele, and in the light, the python pattern climbed in, the stele was rejuvenated, and Mu Chenhao's body became a broken paper kite, flying upside down.

Above the clouds, Wang Qian lost his figure.

In the next moment, Mu Chenhao, who was still flying upside down, fell into Wang Qian's arms, unconscious.

Wang Qian looked up at the black clouds that were still rolling, and the lines were already transfiguration thunder, although they were as thin as threads, they could be smelled with a sense of destruction.

Disgusted, he shouted angrily: "Noise!"

The embroidered robe waved, the black cloud dispersed in response, and the stone tablet was dazzling and extinguished, only a few times, and then turned into that simple and lonely thing.

Seeing Wang Gan's interference, the Lord of the Four Peaks quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and took away the qi that Fang was about to condense, feeling relieved.

Knowing it, I asked Xushan Mountain, this master of teaching, loves talent more than anyone else.