Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

The two returned to the Demon-Slaying Sect. Bai Di did not say much and went straight back to the Chaos Tower, apparently to discuss the matter with the other two saints.

From beginning to end, Baidi did not say much to Zhang Yifeng about the matter of Zhitiansi.

Naturally, Zhang Yifeng was too lazy to ask further questions. As the saying goes, when enemies come, we will fight them with our generals; when water comes, we will build a pile of earth. In Zhang Yifeng's eyes, these troubles were not really any troubles.

After returning to the Jiuhua Fairy Peak, Ling Huazi and Qing Yurou walked forward quickly.

Feeling the changes in Zhang Yifeng's aura, Qing Yurou raised her eyebrows slightly: "Is he in the late stage of Immortal Venerable?"

"Ah."

Hearing this, Qing Yurou chuckled and said, "This is a cause for celebration. What opportunities did you get in the Falling Bone Holy Land? Those guys followed you to train there. It was really a blessing they had cultivated for several lifetimes."

As someone close to a man of supreme luck, Qing Yurou can be said to have the most say. Following Zhang Yifeng, she can pick up treasures even when walking.

Zhang Yifeng touched his chin and suddenly smiled: "I'm afraid it's a bit more troublesome."

She told Qing Yurou everything that happened in the Holy Land of Fallen Bones, and her brows were tightly furrowed.

Qing Yurou originally had no idea what the origins of Zhitiansi were, but when she heard that it was related to the Heavenly Dao, her face changed drastically.

The six realms of reincarnation, such an existence seems too far away for Qing Yurou.

Zhang Yifeng let out a long breath: "Now that the Chaos Realm is about to be in turmoil, the major imperial clans are probably considering me a thorn in their side and wishing me dead. Now I am notorious in this Chaos Realm."

"Nonsense! Aren't they petty and only willing to sacrifice others? As fellow Chaos Realm cultivators, we should share weal and woe. If you die, do you think these demons and monsters can survive?"

Qing Yurou said angrily, her pretty face full of resentment.

Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng was stunned.

As expected of Qing Emperor's descendant, Qing Yurou's views are similar to Qing Emperor's, both of them put the entire world first.

"If what the Green Emperor said is true, if any one tribe gains benefits, the other two tribes will have a hard time surviving. Now it seems to be true."

Let’s not talk about the demons and monsters for now, and just talk about the human world. If human cultivators gain the upper hand, how could the will of the human world hidden under the origin of heaven and earth be willing to keep the demons and monsters in the chaotic world?

It is like a sleeping person with two bugs crawling on his body. He may not notice it yet and ignore it. But if he wakes up, how can he watch these bugs buzzing on his body?

I will definitely call as soon as possible.

"Things here are becoming more and more difficult. Only by improving your own cultivation can you gain a foothold in this world. Even if the Heavenly Master comes, there is no need to be afraid."

Zhang Yifeng thought so and walked into the secret realm of Jiuhua Fairy Peak.

With "The Selfless Punch" in front of him, Zhang Yifeng began to carefully ponder the subtleties of this boxing technique.

As a fairy, "Forget Myself" is also like Tongye, with its own intelligence.

As Zhang Yifeng's soul merged with the boxing technique, an illusion emerged in Zhang Yifeng's perception.

Before our eyes, on an endless plain, stands a crude wooden house with a small courtyard, full of rural charm.

Zhang Yifeng walked slowly towards the wooden house, and a figure slowly walked out of the wooden house.

The man who came had a slight smile on his face and was wearing a green shirt. He looked like a young man. He was not handsome, but had a delicate appearance. He had a tall and straight figure and exuded an elegant scholarly air.

"coming?"

The scholar seemed to have known Zhang Yifeng for a long time. He bowed and invited Zhang Yifeng to come into the wooden house and sit down.

The two of them walked together. The furnishings in the wooden house were simpler than they looked from the outside.

Just a wooden bed, a wooden table and two wooden chairs.

There weren't even any tea sets or cups on the table, and there weren't even any bedding or pillows on the bed. If Zhang Yifeng were to describe it, this was the most shabby of shabby rooms.

"My house is a little shabby, please don't blame me."

The scholar smiled faintly and cupped his hands again. Zhang Yifeng asked, "Are you the immortal who punched me?"

"That's right. Just punch me to make me forget myself. The name was created by the master and cannot be changed. You should keep it in mind."

Zhang Yifeng nodded when he heard this. The Selfless Punch in front of him was far from the Selfless Punch he had imagined.

As a boxing technique that is extremely powerful and unyielding, how come the spirit within it is so elegant and easy-going?

"Since you have entered the state of trance, I think your talent and understanding are far superior to others. In this state of trance, I can teach you how to punch."

As he spoke, Zhang Yifeng closed his eyes slightly.

Now I have just entered the door of "Self-Forgetting Punch" and haven't even touched the first level.

But this boxing technique is not fancy at all. It is called One Punch, and it is really just One Punch.

"The first level of magical power is called the Walking Fist. The body moves with the fist, and the moves are erratic. It is difficult to discern the cause and effect, the traces, and even more difficult to discern its power.

Throw a punch first and let me see how much you have understood."

After he finished speaking, Zhang Yifeng stood up and was about to walk out of the wooden house, but he saw Wangwo stretched out his hand and held Zhang Yifeng down with a fist: "Wait, punch here."

"how?"

"If you walk out of this room on your own, your fist will follow your body, right?"

As Wangwoyiquan said this, the smile on his face became even more intense. Zhang Yifeng felt it was strange when he heard it, but he did not refute it.

Since this selfless punch was from a fairy, its understanding of this punch must naturally be much better than mine.

Zhang Yifeng threw a punch, creating a continuous roar. Even in this state of ecstasy, it caused quite a stir. Outside the wooden house, soil and rocks flew and cracked, and the earth seemed to be lifted up by someone, splitting open for hundreds of miles.

And there was no change at all in the wooden house.

Everything seemed so calm and peaceful, as if Zhang Yifeng had just thrown an ordinary punch.

Zhang Yifeng was a little embarrassed and retracted his fist: "Why is this?"

"Your Excellency has extraordinary comprehension, but you don't know that the subtlety of boxing is that the boxing moves with the body. If you want to comprehend such a magical power, you must make the body move with the boxing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wangwo Yiquan's whole body shook, and a mysterious pressure emerged. His right fist was covered with a layer of jade-like luster, which was extremely magical. The next moment, it was as if the right fist had taken control of his body, dragging Wangwo Yiquan out of the door.

When Wangwo's punch disappeared from Zhang Yifeng's sight, Zhang Yifeng saw through the open door that there were thousands of fist shadows filling the sky and earth. Wangwo's punch had disappeared, hidden in the ocean of fist shadows.

A barrier rose from the surroundings of the wooden house. If Zhang Yifeng could not comprehend its subtlety, it would be difficult for him to leave the wooden house and this state of trance.

Looking at his own fists, Zhang Yifeng closed his eyes and concentrated, immersed in the mystery of the technique, feeling the movement of his body as he punched with all his might just now.