Sword comes

Chen Ping'an smiled, flicked his sword with his fingers, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, the sound of a dragon rang out, and circles of sword light spread out, illuminating his entire face, making him look radiant and free.

The bird in the cage that hits the wall if it flaps its wings the slightest, the frog in the well that looks at the sky as if it were a painting, I and I, who are disgusted with each other and are each other's enemies, can finally say a few big words to the world, our true feelings.

When Jiang She heard this, instead of making a sarcastic remark, he suddenly realized, "This finally makes sense."

Climbing the mountain to seek immortality, whatever you fear will come true. For those who practice Taoism, if they fear even a single thing, then ten thousand things will come true.

Jiang She was not at the fifteenth realm after all, and it was difficult for him to transcend this path. He still had the ups and downs of calamities, which were unavoidable. Jiang She glanced at Chen Pingan, "His real age is too young."

If you win, there will inevitably be suspicion of unfair victory, and if you lose, it will be even worse.

On the other hand, if this young swordsman loses, he still wins with honor. If he wins, the future of the world is unimaginable. Just think about how Zou Zi, the fortune teller, will deal with it?

Jiang She curled his lips and used his magical powers to crush all these thoughts and ideas in his heart, turning them into other thoughts.

The battle of ascending to heaven is a calamity of war. The Great Dao has gone astray. He wants to be the master and occupy the ruins of the ancient heaven. He weakens the world and dominates the military. A joint slaughter is the response to the calamity.

Imprisonment for ten thousand years is another calamity. When it seems that he has escaped from the calamity, it is actually the time when a great calamity is approaching. When Jiang She's heart of Taoism is rekindled and he wants to reorganize the military strategy again, the great Dao comes to suppress him and follows him like a shadow.

As the ancestor of military strategists, Jiang She's fate is naturally a great opportunity coveted by others.

Of course, not everyone is qualified to take part in this thrilling gamble. For ordinary cultivators, as long as they are not in the Fourteenth Realm, even if they are in the Ascension Realm, as long as they are not strong enough, they will be affected by the Dao Rhyme of the Great Tribulation and turned into dust if they get a little closer. But even if they are cultivators in the Fourteenth Realm, they dare to intervene easily? They will definitely stay away and watch from the sidelines. For example, for people like Yu Xuan who are in harmony with the Dao at the right time, and those who are in harmony with the Dao at the right place, who would be willing to get involved in this situation? If they are not careful, their own Dao will be stuck in the mud and unable to extricate themselves, and they will end up in a situation of no return.

Jiang She felt a little aggrieved and couldn't help but curse with a smile, "Cui Luo, you bastard."

Earlier, he had thanked Xiu Hu and said he appreciated the favor. Didn't he think that he was being cheated out of money and was helping to count it?

Apart from a few complaints, Jiang She really didn't want to reveal more of his feelings. Wouldn't it be more frustrating to compete with a dead person?

Jiang She had many ideas. When he returned to the human world this time, he wanted to plot to usurp the throne and replace him. Chen Ping'an, who had served as a hidden official, was one of them. However, after deduction and calculation, the possibility that Chen was the one was extremely low.

The biggest reason is not that Chen Pingan is too young and his realm is not high enough, but that Chen Pingan does not have such big ambitions.

In addition, Chen Ping'an's biggest imaginary enemies are Bai Yujing and Yu Dou. For both parties, it is a personal grudge.

Unexpectedly, Chen Pingan changed his mind temporarily and withdrew the long sword in his hand, letting it withdraw from the battlefield. With a flash of sword light, the long sword appeared near the tilted giant pillar connecting the heaven and earth in the northwest. Chen Pingan moved slowly, rolled up his sleeves, shook his wrists, and smiled, "Then it's as you wish. Let's practice first, so that the younger generation can experience the tremendous strength of the eleventh realm warrior..."

Before Chen Ping'an could finish his words, Jiang She approached him and punched Chen Ping'an in the heart. Chen Ping'an's robe and hair flew up in the air. A clear and pleasant sound of jade chimes rang out between heaven and earth. It was the sound of Chen Ping'an's bones shaking all over his body. His body flew backwards for more than a thousand feet like a kite with a broken string. Golden blood oozed from his face and spilled on the ground.

Jiang She succeeded in his attack and didn't care about the strange-looking golden blood. The next moment, Jiang She caught up with Chen Ping'an, put his hands together, and poked his ten fingers like hooks straight into Chen Ping'an's chest. He pulled out suddenly and tore Chen Ping'an's body apart on the spot.

Jiang She squinted his eyes and stood still, casually wiping off the golden blood that splashed on his face. His face and palms made a hissing sound, and wisps of green smoke rose into the sky. Jiang She was unaware of the burning sensation at all. He looked around. The golden blood that had previously drifted to the ground was not stained with dust, but each had a different appearance and was born from the manifestation of the great way. When it fell to the ground, it turned into mountains with rows of jade buildings, some as small as earthen mounds, and rivers with hundreds of thousands of water palaces, some as small as ropes. What was even more mysterious was that in the towering Dayue Mountain, there were really blue cranes crying, true gods preaching, and fairies scattering flowers. In the winding rivers, the smoke and waves were vast here, while in other places, small boats were as fast as arrows on the rapids and dangerous shoals... Jiang She sneered, still pretending to be a god, really thinking he was the God of Heaven.

Jiang She slightly dispersed his spiritual consciousness, combined with deduction and mental arithmetic, following the direction of the water veins of the long river of time and the direction of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, like a god touring the territory, covering all the ruins without omission. Which of the military strategists who can leave their names in history is not the top expert in geography? Jiang She pulled the corner of his mouth, I found you kid, Jiang She did not shrink the mountains and rivers, but pulled the virtual bow like a full moon, and the two fingers holding the "bowstring" suddenly released, and an "arrow" as thick as a wellhead, but not a straight line, but like a wild dragon and snake swimming on the ground.

In a certain place, it was as if thousands of mirrors were shattered one after another by an arrow, and countless colored glass splashed and shattered, shining brightly and dazzling the eyes.

Chen Ping'an first formed a formation with his powerful fists. It was a fantastic idea. He used the Iron Cavalry Chisel Formation in the boxing manual in reverse to block the power of the arrow that was shot at him layer by layer. Then he tried to use a normal Iron Cavalry Chisel Formation to block the arrow, but it was in vain. Not only was his fist broken by the arrow, but his entire arm was also smashed... Where he stood, Chen Ping'an had lost an arm, and the ground was covered with golden blood. This time, a large area of ​​golden flowers and trees appeared on the ground, of different heights, swaying gracefully, like a fairy garden.

The punch from the eleventh realm is indeed unstoppable.

Chen Ping'an stood motionless, expressionless. Millions of golden threads spread out from the broken arm on his shoulder, and returned to their original state in the blink of an eye.

As expected, the path to becoming a god through martial arts is the most straightforward. In ancient times, it was considered the "clear stream" orthodox path, while refining qi to become an immortal was a turbid stream and a side path.

Simply put, the punches and kicks of the eleventh realm are unstoppable, except in today's battlefield, when Jiang She used them to deal with his half-one self, it didn't seem to be very effective.

After getting the actual verification, Chen Pingan felt relieved, and returned the favor, saying, "I also feel a little embarrassed for you, Senior."

Jiang She didn't take it seriously and asked, "I heard that you have a special boxing style called the God-man Drumming Style, which you learned from Cui Cheng of Baopingzhou. Isn't it vulgar?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "It's not tacky."

Jiang She asked with a smile: "Grandmaster Chen, you don't think that the eleventh realm is really just this level, right?"

Chen Pingan asked doubtfully: "Otherwise?"

Jiang She said calmly: "Undoubtedly, the boxing is good. But if Cui Cheng was here, I could teach him what the real god-like drum-beating style is."

It is said that Chen Ping'an, the second shopkeeper who was not doing his job and doing some hard work at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, managed to create the seals of the Hundred Sword Immortals and the Lackey Immortals.

For ten thousand years, Jiang She has lived in seclusion in the mountains, overlooking the human world. Martial arts have flourished in several places in the world. If a book of one hundred punches is compiled, the martial artist Cui Cheng can enter if he has two or three punches.

Chen Pingan raised his eyebrows. He wanted to let the ancestor of the military family learn the simple language of his hometown town, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his words and said, "Wait and see."

Jiang She said, "You are so slow to realize it. No wonder we lost four games in a row to Cao Ci. It's not unfair at all."

Although Jiang She showed no signs of making any move, Chen Pingan treated him as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He opened his fist stance and delivered a punch to the sky, which was as vast as a vast lake.

It turned out that Jiang She had already used the god-beating-drum style in his first punch.

The mighty fist force was like a thick sea of ​​clouds, pressed down by the palm of the immortal in the sky. In an instant, it sank and was about to merge with the ground.

After a moment, except for the place where Chen Ping'an was standing, the ground within a radius of dozens of miles sank seventy to eighty feet. Those shocking cracks and gullies were all on the joints and lines of the palms.

Chen Pingan raised his hand to wipe his face, shook his head, and poured out the blood from both ears.

The force of just one punch was like a calamity from heaven.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath, not because he couldn't bear the pain. To be honest, this injury was really nothing.

But the suffocating feeling of seeing a fist as if seeing the sky is really hard to bear.

Jiang She sneered, "If it was a layman who was watching the fun, the Fourteenth Realm or Ascension Realm Qigong cultivators would look down on the Eleventh Realm of Martial Arts, that would be fine. But you are a martial artist who has reached the first level of the Ultimate Realm and is approaching perfection. You are a person who has entered the hall of mastery. How dare you take it lightly?"

"That woman named Aunt Feng who is hiding in the capital of Dali now, didn't she tell you how heavy Jiang She's punch was on the way to heaven? And how did the driver of Nan Zan get the first crack on his golden body after only two punches?"

While he was talking, Jiang She was still standing far away, without even taking a breath, he launched a dozen punches in one go, leaving Chen Pingan with nowhere to hide. He could only take the punches and rely on his physique to withstand them.

Jiang She shook his head. "You and Cui Cheng, after all, are only at the limit of their physical strength. You can't support the true meaning of this kind of boxing, and you can't really carry it forward."

"Think I'm stealing punches?"

Jiang She had a look of disdain on his face, and answered his own question, "It was just that ten thousand years later, there was a warrior named Cui who happened to have the same idea as me back then."

After more than thirty punches, Chen Ping'an's almost spotless and pure golden body collapsed on the spot. Just as he was gathering his body in the distance, more than twenty punches came at him.

Balls of golden light dispersed and gathered again, and on the ground, there were huge pits that suddenly collapsed and strings of muffled thunders everywhere.

If we change the battlefield and the opponent, wouldn't killing the Ascending One be as easy as picking up a grass?

Jiang She seemed to feel a little bored and listless, and yawned.

Without looking at the battlefield situation, Jiang She turned his head to look at the long sword, and asked the biggest question in his heart, "What was the co-master of the Heavenly Court thinking back then?"

----

Countryside school.

After having a good meal and a good drink, Jiang Shangzhen lay down on a rattan chair, gently fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan like the old cook, and said with a smile, "Ning Ji, in fact, your background is not ordinary."

Ning Ji was a little surprised. He didn't know why Mr. Jiang took the initiative to bring up this topic, and he was hesitant to speak.

After spending these days together, Ning Ji really admired Mr. Jiang's ability to adapt to local customs. He could chat with the farmers and village women for an hour or so, cross his legs, and make jokes. The local dogs in the village were all willing to follow Mr. Jiang.

Ning Ji had been to Luopu Mountain and heard some things. When he came back here, he almost forgot about Mr. Jiang’s titles and some of his reputation on the mountain.

Jiang Shangzhen continued to ask: "Do you understand what I said?"

Ningji nodded.

Jiang Shangzhen wanted to get to the bottom of the problem. "Then I'm curious, how do you understand it? Let's see if there is any deviation between what you think and what I guess."

Ning Ji hesitated for a moment, then chose to speak frankly, "If it was just that the teacher accepted me as a student, I probably wouldn't think too much about it. At most, I would think that the teacher was kind-hearted and had compassion for me, and that I was lucky to have met him. But there was an additional headmaster of Baiyu Jinglu, who also said that I could regard him as a... little master. Unless I were a fool, I would know that things were not that simple."

Jiang Shangzhen hummed, "So in order to accept a student like you, our Master Chen has taken on a lot of responsibility and has involved a lot of cause and effect. As a result, it is inevitable that there will be more accidents."

Ning Ji was silent.