Chen Anzhi didn't bother with that dream for too long, most of the disciples on the nineteenth floor went to the big test stand, I don't know why Luo Yuetong didn't knock on the door to disturb today, Chen Anzhi didn't bother to think about it, got out of bed and got a basin of water, and after washing, he came to the top of the mountain peak and tried to breathe out the aura again.

The dew in the early morning was a little cool, and when it touched the skin through the clothes, people couldn't help but shiver.

Chen Anzhi just closed his eyes, slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered that today's first game seemed to be Luo Yuetong's competition, and the opponent seemed to be a disciple on the eleventh floor, he looked up at the sky, and thought about it, the opponent didn't seem to be very strong.

So he didn't bother to try it out.

Chen Anzhi sat on a mountain rock on the top of the cliff, his expression was calm, and there was a mountain breeze on the surface, not in a hurry.

There was a sound of footsteps in Chen An's heart, he breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't look back, he let go of his mind and sensed with aura, and the young man in brocade came slowly, stopping behind him for about a zhang.

One foot distance.

In the circle of martial arts, he is quite particular, not among the saints, and the martial arts have a natural disadvantage compared to monks, especially sword cultivators, and the distance of one zhang is just right, which is the range of killings that martial artists below the three realms can cause.

'Little Three Realms. After a little assessment, Chen Anzhi already knew the strength of the other party.

Martial artists are different from monks, there is not such a complicated division of realms, divided into three small realms, three major realms, and the small three realms represent strengthening the body, passing through the arms, and practicing the feet.

In martial arts, ordinary martial arts practitioners can strengthen their bodies, and it is not difficult to reach the first two realms of the small three realms, and the third realm is the real watershed, whether the dragon is a worm depends on whether they can step through the third realm and reach the big three realms.

After the small three realms are the big three realms, which are forging the body, strengthening the muscles, and listening to the heart.

This is very different from the martial arts of the Little Three Realms, one is really just to strengthen the body, while the other means to step on the immortal road.

Once you reach the Great Third Realm, it is not something that ordinary martial artists can do, and it is not a joke that only monks can do by stepping on the wind and smashing mountains and rivers with their fists.

After stepping through the three realms, and then higher, there is no detailed realm comparison, and they are uniformly called saints, and the flesh is holy.

Three thousand years ago, in that great world where heroes competed and geniuses came out in large numbers, Chen Anzhi had learned the power of the peak martial arts of the Great Three Realms, and that was the first time he really felt what a physical weapon was, although Chen Anzhi was also forging his body on weekdays, but compared to the martial artist of the Great Three Realms, it was just a warm-up, and the other party's pair of fists seemed to be indestructible.

Although he was a little big at the time, he had to admit that the other party was very strong.

Chen Anzhi's expression was as usual, the moment his aura was exposed, he guessed the other party's realm, so he didn't panic, because whether it was one zhang or a hundred zhang, his sword was faster.

"Chen Anzhi. Luo Sanqian said: "Some people say that we are about the same. ”

Chen Anzhi didn't speak, he guessed that the visitor was not good.

Since the first meeting yesterday, he didn't like this person very much, he felt that Luo Sanqian's smile was too fake, and he happened to not like it.

Luo Sanqian smiled, retreated half a foot back, and said in his throat: "But I think, there are never two leaves in the world that are exactly the same. ”

It seemed that the sun was a little dazzling, and the young man in brocade raised his hand to block it.

Chen Anzhi felt that the other party was really a little noisy, so he took a deep breath and slowly spit it out.

Luo Sanqian saw that the other party didn't want to take care of himself, but he was not annoyed, but he set up a horse next to him, and practiced his fists, his fists were like rolling thunder, setting off a gang wind and a clear breeze colliding, making a sound of breaking the air.

This punch did not gain momentum, clenched his fist and swung it in one go, flowing smoothly, frankly and swinging, without the slightest obscure feeling.

This made Chen Anzhi look a little sideways.

"Do you know?" Luo Sanqian grinned brightly, his delicate face shone brightly, he didn't care if Chen Anzhi was listening or not, and said to himself: "My family is one of the best families in Han Wu City, and the clansmen are all extremely talented immortal cultivators, even the person who carries water can touch the threshold of the immortal cultivation road, but I am just a waste, I have eaten a lot of immortal herb elixir, but I don't have a trace of aura." ”

As he spoke, he threw another punch.

Chen Anzhi raised his eyebrows, but did not answer, and the young man in brocade spoke again, "My father and mother are in a high position, and no one dares to say anything on the surface, but I know that those people in the clan are ashamed of me behind their backs, saying that I have dusted the plaque written by the emperor in front of the mansion." ”

"So, I read a lot of books, and found a record of He Xianren in an ancient book, He Xianren was desolate and abandoned the immortal bridge back then, but he took the sword and went sideways, and forged his body with the broken bones of the Linghai running around, and then he soared into the sky, achieving the He immortal who everyone knows now, but others say that this is apocryphal, but I don't think so. ”

Speaking of this, Luo Sanqian closed his fists and stood up straight, exhaled a long breath of turbidity, and grinned: "Because I tried it, that taste, it really hurts." ”