A stick.

It's just a stick.

The extreme of martial arts will eventually return to simplicity.

The stick rises, the stick falls, when it rises, it is already in the sky, and when it falls, it is the head, like electricity-

The voice followed: "Woo!"

Then there is the thorn, then there is the rumble, the huge gap appears, the altar is split in half, the uproar, the flutter, the workshop collapses, the furnace pours incense out, the mud and sand and gravel roll down, and then it is ahyaya~~

No one deserves this stick.

The Tao is the simplest, the most complex, this is a lifetime of obsession with perseverance, a stick from the extreme martial arts-

The stick is known, and it can only be dodged, and this stick Fang Yin can't be used.

This is Dinghai, an insurmountable mountain, a stick that penetrates the sky and the earth, Fang Yin is invincible.

A stick.

Another stick.

The way of extreme martial arts will eventually return to no martial arts.

The stick fell, and it rose again, wrapped in the power of the sky, and carried by the power of the earth, like a man.

One with the stick: "Boom!"

One stick is divided into two, one stick is three points, and the whole huge and majestic altar is divided into three.

Dinghai occupies half the sky!

Fang Yin only got half and a half~~

Nothing is in existence, and there is nothing in nothing, just as there is loss after gaining, just as there is gain after loss, just as the realm of no martial arts is different from nothing.

This is Dinghai, the strongest Dinghai.

Thou art subtle, he is great, thou art majestic, he is more victorious, thou art miscellaneous, he is greater, thou art pure, he is more victorious, thou art faster than him, thou art fierce he is more fierce, thou art stronger he is stronger, thou art crosser he is more horizontal.

All kinds of things, Fang Yin can't match, and there is no chance of winning.

Fight. It doesn't make any sense in the first place. Dinghai. is the real first person in the world, the first person in the world.

A stick.

It's just three things, and the last stick.

Dinghai held a stick, rose to the sky, sealed all angles with a stick, and occupied the time and place with a stick: "Monster!"

The human stick is one, full of power: "Eat me with a stick!"

It is rare to find a Taoist priest, and he still does not repent when he dies. At this time, I was still in the mood to joke: "Great, great, great, keep people!"

"Certain!" shouted, one person, one finger!

Time stood still.

Dinghai was fixed in mid-air, with a stick-wielding, heroic, domineering, and immortal posture!

The space froze.

Daoist Fang raised his head, stared, and opened his mouth to look ~~

Heaven and earth are discolored, everyone has lost their minds, and they have forgotten to distinguish it, and it has been thousands of years in the blink of an eye, just because. It is still necessary to leave a little time for the incompetent immortal to analyze: "Ahem!"

First of all, Dinghai is Dinghai. There is no doubt that it is not a human enemy.

That is, the incompetent Taishi Uncle Ancestor, how can that be amazing!

Secondly, at that time, at the moment of the last moment, under the pressure of Shantai, Daoist Fang only had three choices.

First, there is no way to escape, block with a sword, and be smashed into a puddle of meat sauce!

Here's the next step.

Second, by taking advantage of the gap, drilling into the ground, incarnated into a 10,000-year-old shrinking turtle~~

This is the middle point.

Third, fly away!

That is, a somersault cloud, 108,000 miles, flies to the country of Java, the best policy!

Therefore, a smart person is a smart person, and it is not based on human intelligence: "Do you do it?"

“ＧＯ！”

It's not that simple.

With the power of the incompetent immortal and the power of divine calculation, he can't break all the mysteries in it: "Duh!"

The stick is up, it has not fallen, and Dinghai has been drunk in one word!

"Boom! Bang la la-" Fang Yin's feet collapsed immediately!

There is no way to escape, there is no gap, there is no basis for wanting to resist, there is no place to stand under your feet, only emptiness!

Fall!

People fall!

Stick down!

There is really no way to go to heaven and no door to enter the earth, and this stick has already hit a piece of heaven and earth: "No!"

Incompetent immortals, screaming loudly!

Although Daoist Fang was very annoying and annoying, he did not sin to death, so the incompetent immortal said no: "Ah――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――"

Peony screamed, piercing through the clouds, and saw that the stick headshot was like smashing a watermelon: "Yaya, yes, yes!"

For a while, people turned over on their backs, and their livers and brains smeared on the ground: "Chili Guangchang~~Scarce uproar~~"

Time and space are out of order.

In the gravel everywhere, in the wind and sand, the sea is gray-headed and dirty, standing in the middle of it-

Buddha stick in hand.

Black holes appeared.

Daoist Fang, gone.

When the black hole appeared, it was the time to cross, if it weren't for the fact that Daoist Fang was beaten by this stick and turned into powder, then he would have gone to the other world to fight.

What about people?

The person was beaten with a stick, this thing is too new, everyone was stunned, looking at each other, thinking that they had seen a ghost, or half-believed-

I can't see anyone alive, I can't see a corpse when I die, this is Fang Daoist!

Lord Vishnu~~

Only in front of the stick, a stone, a sword in front of the stone, black grows, inserted in the stone face, standing mighty!

It's like a monument!

Evil!

"Look, look!"

You, you who fell from the sky~~

The next moment, Daoist Fang descended from the sky, flickering, fluttering, like a feather~

Settle down and dominate half the sky!

Dinghai is under the stage, a corner of the altar collapse-

The winner is decided.

Just stunned, stunned, stunned, stunned, stunned, stunned, for a while, men, women, and children, how many brains are open to the eye, in the meantime there are dense countless question marks springing up like mushrooms after a rain, and it is urgent for a person to understand, explain it for everyone-

This is not over, it has deep connotations.

Another time.

Dinghai just didn't move.

Fang Yin didn't move.

The surface of the sea is like black iron.

Fang Yin noodles are like black pots.

Suddenly, Dinghai turned his head and glared fiercely!

At the same time, Fang Yin turned his head and glanced at it fiercely!

Glaring, the same place!

All eyes, all in focus-

But it was Murong Gongzi and Princess Nole, the two stood side by side, the woman was white and rich, and the man was white and handsome, like a pair of people.

Hand in hand~~

Yes?

Everyone was stunned!

Wow!

Martial arts drama changed to literary drama, morality and ethics: "cough!"

Murong Gongzi coughed dryly, let go of his hand, and lowered his head deeply, as if he was a little shy~~

Princess Noller, with a calm face, a calm smile, a frank smile~~

The mystery is solved, and the truth is revealed!

No wonder the old monk Dinghai has a face like black iron, it turned out that he was secretly calculated, and he was adulterer and adulteress by this pair!

No wonder Fang Xiaohou's face is like a black cauldron, it turns out that he is wearing a green hat on his head, and he is even more embarrassed!

What about your ways?

Three to one!

The next moment.

Fang Yin took a sip and said hatefully: "In this scene, I admit defeat!"

Dinghai finally glanced at him and sneered.

No one is surprised anymore, because the glasses have been broken, the eyes are useless, and the ears are unreliable, so it is better to smell it with your nose~~

Smell the same, smoky miasma!

It's a pity that there is no replay, slow-motion replay, has anyone stood up to explain it to you?

No.

There is no pair of discerning eyes, and there is no heart like a mirror, understanding that people exist, just like an incompetent immortal touching his chin and hesitating: "Sizzle-"

In the meantime, only three people knew all the details, Princess Nole, the prince of Murong, and Dinghai.

Fang Yin didn't know, Fang Yin could only guess.

As a result, I unfortunately guessed that Fang Yin's victory was not martial, and Dinghai was still glorious despite defeat.

So Fang Yin admitted: "No!"

But Dinghai, and said no, someone is secretly calculating Dinghai, that is not Dinghai's problem, but Dinghai is being secretly calculated, that is Dinghai's problem, Dinghai thinks so-

So say no, willing to gamble and lose.

Fortunately, there is also a referee, that is, Yu Lao, ruling, judging: "Dinghai is defeated - Fang Yinsheng - "

No one cheered, not a single person.

The altar has collapsed, and it can be rebuilt.

The heart of the mirror has been dirty, who will test the dust?

"Amitabha-" Everyone didn't laugh, only Lingxiu smiled: "If so, I smell it, it turns out that there is no Zen." ”

It turned out that there was a fourth person. (To be continued......)