Now on the top of this mountain, the only people who can be calm may be Han Fengge and Yunfei who are hidden behind the wild temple. After all, on Kunyu Mountain, the cultivation of the Jindan Realm is really not a strong person.

Just when everyone was shocked, the battle between the man in gray and Jiang Shouyi was about to break out.

The gray-clothed man didn't dare to slack off in the face of Jiang Shouyi, who had a serious face, and stretched out his hand and waved the flying knives scattered on the ground to rise into the air again, and the four flying knives that had trapped the poor mountain god in the dilapidated temple of the wild temple also left the altar and flew to the courtyard on their own, and another flying knife flew out of his sleeve. Except for the one that was cut in half by Ouyang Zhenhai before, a total of eleven flying knives hung in the air between the two of them, eyeing Jiang Shouyi, who was holding a dark long stick.

Originally, these eleven flying knives and the one that was destroyed before were a set of yin and evil magic weapons refined by the gray-clothed man according to the number of the twelve earthly branches. Now there are only eleven stalks left, and the power is naturally not as strong as before. The gray-clothed man pinched the method in his left hand to drive the formation, and in his right hand he held a temporary long sword to enter the formation in person to gather the twelve earth branches, and for a while, the yin wind in the courtyard once again besieged Jiang Shouyi in the formation.

Jiang Shouyi, who was once again trapped in the formation, did not panic too much with the experience of the previous time, although this time the formation was more than twice as powerful as before. Jiang Shouyi, who was meditating and concentrating, threw away the distracting thoughts in his heart, and once again formed a more complex handprint with his hands and shouted: "Mountain!" As soon as the mountain character seal came out, Jiang Shouyi's whole person's momentum soared suddenly, standing like a mountain.

Jiang Shouyifu, who stood proudly in the formation, put aside all the martial arts moves he had learned over the years, and carefully recalled what the cheap master said when he first learned the arts.

Once, the white-haired old man who liked to drink said something like this to Jiang Shouyi: "There are thousands of cultivation methods in the world, whether it is Taoism or martial arts, and in the end, they are all seeking the word 'truth'. This word 'true' is both the purpose of practice and the root of practice. The monk understands the subtlety of the way of heaven, and the martial artist breaks through the self and resonates with heaven and earth to break the law. ”

Of course, Jiang Shouyi, who was young at that time, couldn't understand such a mysterious realm, so he asked, "How can a martial artist break the law with his strength?"

The old man threw away the wine jug in his hand and scolded: "What a fool, the highest state of martial arts is to take the power of heaven and earth as his own power, and I am the only one in heaven and earth. ”

Jiang Shouyi still didn't understand: "What if you can't die with a stick?"

The old man jumped up and kicked away his stupid apprentice, picked up the black stick and slammed it down with a stick in his hand, and a huge ancient tree fell down in front of him, and then he didn't stop, one stick after another, and one stick was faster than the other. I don't know how many sticks I hit, and when I looked back, there was no standing tree in the entire mountain forest, and the last stick turned into a stick shadow that smashed the mountain peak above my head to pieces.

The old man looked at Jiang Shouyi for the first time and said seriously: "If one stick doesn't work, hit another stick and keep fighting." This is the stick method that Lao Tzu learned by watching the tide by the sea. A layer of waves can only blow the beach, but countless layers of waves can be superimposed by the wind to hit the shore and hit the rocks. The intangibility of water is still so powerful, let alone the stick in your hand?"

To form the foundation of martial arts, Jiang Shouyi, who figured out this joint, opened his eyes, and slashed down with a stick in both hands from top to bottom with the force of splitting Huashan, leaving no effort on this stick. A stick out of the yin wind dispersed.

Of course, Jiang Shouyi knew that the various incredible mystical powers of the powerhouses of the Jindan Realm were definitely not something that could be broken with this stick.

Before the rest of the stick was dispersed, Jiang Shouyi immediately raised the black stick in his hand and slashed it down, and the second stick was to break the flying knife battle formation with the number of twelve earthly branches in a formation, and this time it was considered to destroy all the flying knives into scrap metal.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the gray-clothed man couldn't care about feeling sorry for his magic weapon being destroyed, so he immediately decided to let go, threw away the long sword in his hand, and retreated to avoid its edge.

Jiang Shouyi, who broke the formation with two sticks, did not stop for a moment, but followed the shadow, took advantage of the situation, and once again came to the gray-clothed man and jumped up, slashing at the top of his head.

The man in gray was shocked in front of Jiang Shouyi's domineering attack, and under the huge force of the black stick that was as heavy as a mountain, he didn't have time to weigh it, and he didn't care about feeling distressed, and an antique bronze shield the size of a palm flew out of his sleeve on its own, blocking the top of his head.

The black stick and the shield slammed together, and a loud bang shook everyone present like a giant bell. The shield slammed into the air under the great force, but fortunately, it was able to withstand the pressure and save a life for the man in gray.

At this time, Jiang Shouyi was immersed in the mysterious realm brought about by the continuous swinging of the black stick, ignoring the shock of the surrounding Ren, just following the strange pleasure of destroying the gray-clothed man in the wind and rain one after another.

The shield under the black stick finally couldn't withstand such repeated destruction, and shattered piece by piece with a "snap".

At the end of his rope, the gray-clothed man wailed, and opened his mouth to spit out a golden pill the size of a dragon's eye to resist the shadow of the stick that was pouring down like heavy rain in the sky. Although this natal golden pill is all the essence of his life's cultivation, and it is also the foundation for him to continue on the path of cultivation, but where can he still take care of these things at this point, it is important to save his life for the future. It's a big deal if the golden pill is broken, and it will take some years to rebuild it, but if there is no life, then everything is empty.

The cultivators in the world, but all the true immortals who can cultivate to the realm of the golden pill, absorb, refin, and accumulate the spiritual energy in their bodies, and they will condense into a golden pill in the sea of dantian qi.

As the lifelong dream of the cultivators of the mountains and fields who are accustomed to living a poor life in the world, in addition to the more pure and condensed aura, they can also cultivate one or several magical powers according to the monk's perception of the Heavenly Dao. Of course, the supernatural powers that can be cultivated by this golden pill are often divided into high and low grades because of the monk's own talents, qualifications, and financial investment. And the golden pill of the gray-clothed man is limited by his talent and resources, and there is only one magical power that cannot be regarded as a supernatural power, that is, it is extremely hard, and it can only be used to save his life at a critical moment.

Originally, the gray-clothed man was full of confidence at the moment when he sacrificed Jin Dan, as long as Jin Dan could block the stick shadow in the sky, he himself could have a chance to breathe, and with his cultivation, he would definitely be able to think of a way to defeat the enemy, and take a step back and say that even if he can't find a way to defeat the enemy, he can take this opportunity to escape from the battle circle, and then try to break the enemy when Jiang Shouyi's arrogance is a little weaker.

After all, Jiang Shouyi, as a martial arts master who has stepped into the realm of a small grandmaster, cannot continue to fight with such a powerful momentum at the moment, and there will always be times when people are tired.

But he couldn't have imagined that the golden pill, which had been given high hopes by himself, would lose its original brilliance under the arrogant and strange black stick. As a result, even Jiang Shouyi, who was holding a black stick, did not expect that this black stick, which was casually dropped by the master and had accompanied him for more than ten years, was so extraordinary, as if it was a golden pill that specialized in restraining monks.

Jiang Shou, who was aware of the change in the situation, had a pair of eyes shining brightly, looking at the gloomy Jin Dan in front of him without hesitation, and he slashed down with a stick, taking advantage of your illness to kill you!

The gray-clothed man, who also sensed that something was wrong, saw that the black stick seemed to be a golden pill that was specially restrained by himself, and with one stick, he beat the golden pill that he had worked hard to accumulate for decades to cultivate, and he couldn't care about the master's fate, so he wanted to take the golden pill back into his body and turn around and flee for his life.

But where would Jiang Shouyi give him a chance, in the end, he smashed the golden pill into pieces with a stick, and the cultivation that the gray-clothed man had carefully accumulated for nearly a hundred years instantly turned into nothing.

At the moment when Jiang Shouyi smashed the golden pill one by one, a majestic and ethereal aura rolled in between heaven and earth, merging into his body like a whirlwind. Jiang Shouyi entered a mysterious and mysterious situation. Combined with the perception of the previous battle, the martial arts problem that he had not been able to understand for many years became extremely transparent at this moment, and only then did he become a martial arts master who was even rarer than a monk in the world.

At the same time that Jiang Shouyi's martial arts path broke through, on a mountain cliff somewhere in the hinterland of the Shenzhou Continent, two elders who couldn't tell their age were talking and laughing at a small stone table.

One of the old men reached out and tore off a cloud from the cloud on the cliffside, and then with a flick of his finger, the cloud turned into a water mirror, revealing the situation of Jiang Shouyi breaking the realm on the top of Yashan.

The old man looked at the disciples in the water mirror who had not seen him for more than ten years and clapped his hands and laughed: "Haha, the good boy has not moved for so many years, even I, who is a master, have almost forgotten that I once had such a stupid apprentice, I didn't expect to be able to break through the realm today and truly embark on the road of martial arts cultivation, so good!"

The old man provoked three good words in a row, and the other old man also stretched out his head to look in the mirror, and he also wanted to see what was so good about the junior who was praised by his old friend who had a high vision. After the old man took a closer look, he was puzzled and asked the man beside him who claimed to be Master Jiang Shouyi: "Breaking the sky, in my opinion, this young man is extremely talented, but why is this first step so difficult?"

Master Jiang Shouyi, who was called Breaking the Sky, blew his beard and glared: "It's not for that beautiful little girl back then." Back then, because he was afraid that she would become a burden on that kid's martial arts path, Lao Tzu almost slapped her to death. Lao Tzu is not afraid of the Liu family, who he doesn't know where he knows, not to mention that the little lady is also an unpopular person in his clan. It's just that today, it seems that Xin Qi suppressed his anger at that time, and if it weren't for all these years of tempering, it would be impossible for that stupid boy to grind his martial arts heart so pure. ”

The other old man disagreed: "I'm afraid it's a little late to join the grandmaster now." ”

The old man, who was called the breakthrough of the sky, rolled up his sleeves and took out a pair of dry fights and said imposingly: "You know a fart! This kid will definitely soar into the sky after that tempering." I dare to assert that although it took a little time for my stupid apprentice to get started, he would definitely be able to become a great grandmaster within three years, and he would be a sure martial saint within ten years. It's better than you 'swordsman' sneaking around and fighting that grumpy old thing, and it's much better for a hairy boy. Look, your rare little doll is hiding over there. It's just that the young man next to that little doll is really good, why didn't you choose him in the first place?"

The old man who was squeezed turned his eyes to look at Yun Fei and Han Fengge who were hiding behind the temple and nodded slightly: "Of course, the young man named Yun Fei is extremely talented, but he has taken a different path from me, and it was the one who destroyed the city that didn't choose him in the first place, so I can't help it." Fortunately, there was such a little guy later, who could make the guy with his eyes above the top willingly hide in his body, and the rune was also very close to him, so we didn't think we all looked away. ”

Soon, Jiang Shouyi had completely fused with the breath of heaven and earth, and he looked up at the sky with a smile on his face. The moment the old man's figure appeared, a strange aura emanated from heaven and earth, and everyone on Asan except Jiang Shouyi was frozen on the spot, and even the wind in the air stopped, and everything seemed to freeze at this moment.

Jiang Shou was overjoyed and hurriedly knelt down on the ground and said, "Master, you are finally willing to see your disciple, how are you doing all these years?"

The old man smiled and said, "I know that I sleep with my beautiful daughter-in-law all day long, so I don't believe that you are willing to take time out to miss me." Forget it, for the sake of you still giving Lao Tzu a long face, go back and tell your little lady that I have approved your marriage, if the Liu family dares to make any trouble in the future, I will naturally support you with Lao Tzu. ”

Jiang Shouyi, who had said this, blushed for a while and said: "Thank you Master for your success, I don't know when the disciple will be blessed to see Master again and follow you to fulfill filial piety?"

The old man waved his sleeves and the figure transformed by the clouds dispersed, leaving only one sentence in the clouds: "When you and I will see you again, I will tell you Lao Tzu's true name and the origin of the long stick in your hand, okay, my old man is gone." ”

Just as the old man's figure dispersed, everything in heaven and earth returned to normal.