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Looking at each other, they both praised.

Martial arts have reached such a point that people are no longer limited to skin and manner, and they look at a person's god.

An Qisheng glanced over, only to find that the old man's majestic body was like a lion's unruly soul. His divine spirit was like the nine-day Dapeng, open and overbearing, fierce and proud.

For the mad fanatic, this man sits cross-legged, and his divine significance is as clear as the sun. There is no trace of variegatedness in his soul.

Qimai's body was able to cultivate such a divine meaning, and it was no less than raising the Peng Peng in the water, which surprised him.

Such a divine intention, Mo said that Taiyin Wuji is to follow the way of the Sun Wuji, I am afraid that it is 70% possible.

No wonder he was so confident that he didn't even care that he was on the side.

It is no wonder that it is difficult to cut the veins of God. Such a divine spirit has infinitely approached Tai Yin and the Promise. Only eight or nine people can fight against him on the weapon spectrum.

There seems to be no difference in this state, whether the veins are established or not.

"The name of Yan Kuangzi is well-deserved."

An Qisheng retracted his eyes.

The Yan fanatic is not hostile because no one in the world can fight with him with a child.

Pang Wanyang can't do it, and Yan Kuangzi can't.

He bullied himself into ten feet, which was provocative for ordinary veins, but for him, it showed goodwill.

Because everyone in the world knows that he is unparalleled in physical strength, he is strong, and the closer the distance, the greater his advantage.

"I don't want to retreat for three years, so there are people like Dao Brothers in the world."

Yan Kuangtu stood up with his hand, and was slightly sighed.

He wore white hair, and his appearance was not ugly, not ugly, not to mention handsome, but every move had a natural beauty.

It seems that heaven and earth are cooperating with his every move.

Beside him, the boy kept looking at An Qisheng, seemingly curious about him.

An Qisheng just smiled and asked, "Brother Yan came from afar, I don't know why?"

"Jijing is thinking very much. Yan is an uneasy temperament. He went out of customs for three years to retreat. Hearing my brother's defeat of the Dafeng court, he was quite happy, so he came to see him."

Yan Kuangzi smiled slightly.

His relationship with the court was extremely poor in his life. He had a lot of disputes with the court before the establishment of the Great Dragon Gate, but did not converge until after the establishment of the Great Dragon Gate, but he did not have a good opinion of the court.

Conversely, for An Qisheng to act like this, naturally a three-point favor.

"Brother Yan seems to be quite dissatisfied with the court."

An Qisheng heard the dissatisfaction in his tone, and shook his head slightly: "I can hear that your dragon gate splits with Youzhou. The court official and the general of the court must obey your wishes. How can you still be dissatisfied with the court?"

Although Yan Kuangzi hasn't been walking around in Wulin for a long time, but the Dalongmen opened the school for decades, but he can stay among the top gates in the world. How can he not know?

Compared with the calm and low-key of Huangjue Temple, the behavior of Dalongmen is more hustle and bustle. The entire gates of Youzhou are all subject to submission. Whenever you are in Youzhou, the officials change and the businessmen pass through the gates of Dalongmen.

Youzhou is also the most peaceful Dazhou among the 73 states of Dafeng.

Whether it is a mountain thief or a rogue, a horse thief or a thief, there is no dare to go to Youzhou to commit crimes!

Where is this martial art? It is basically a state within a state.

"That's the way, I didn't look at him. A man is a villain before and after him, what is he before the court?"

Speaking of the imperial court, Yan Kuangzi's face sank, and he asked:

"My brother knows that Pang Wanyang, the first demon in the Taoism, has murdered his life? Yanmou murdered him again?"

"I don't know."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

"Pang Wanyang has killed thousands of people in his life, Yan is not talented, ten times his! However, I waited for the killing, which was not enough for the court to stun him!"

Yan Kuangzi looked dull and said:

"My childhood was a disaster in Youzhou. At that time, Yin Yingguang, a member of Youzhou Prefecture, concealed and did not report for the sake of promotion. That's it! Youzhou Mountain Village is almost empty!

Live for my brother, my mother boiled a pot of meat after his father starved to death "

"Uncle!"

It was the boy's pale expression that took his hand.

He was not the first to hear these words, but he always shuddered when he heard them, unable to imagine what kind of terror and despair at that time.

"Shit!"

An Qisheng sighed softly.

In the year of the real catastrophe, there are thousands of miles of red land, things that change and eat, but can you say that they are vicious in nature?

Between life and death, very few monks can see through, let alone the victims?

Sadly, in the years of disasters, the victims who often starve to death are farmers, who have planted the most food, but still have to starve to death.

The land crops nourished with the spirit of Jiufujietiandi will not starve to death unless they encounter a catastrophe and encounter violent conquest.

"Too much talk."

The Yan fanatic no longer talks about it, and instead says:

"My brother may wish to cross the robbery first."

"But not in a hurry, why not let Lei wait a while?"

An Qisheng's expression was gentle, not ill.

Yan Kuangzi was a little surprised, the pulse was close at hand, and within reach, anyone who had to change it must first cross the threshold before saying anything else.

This monarch and Taoist can be so calm, which shows his mental state of practice.

He said so, the dark clouds that thundered the Thunder Snake that day were unbroken, but the Thunder seemed to be unassuming, and it seemed to maintain a balance.

Let the young man look dumbfounded.

"Haha, yes, what the **** can we wait for a while!"

The mad madman laughed, only to feel that although this man was very gentle, his temper was quite in his mind.

"Brother Yan came here on February 2, next year, to cancel the contract and fight Pang Wanyang?"

An Qisheng looked at the Yan madman, although he was asking questions, he was sure in his heart.

There are few things in the world that can arouse their interest, such as Yan Kuangzi. He professes to be the only husband. Naturally, he doesn't put glory and wealth in his eyes, and his lifelong pursuit is nothing more than the way of heaven and man.

Today, the closest to the way of heaven and man is naturally Pang Wanyang.

"That's the thing."

The Yan Kuangzi nodded slightly, and did not hide:

"Go to work until I wait for such a realm, and fight for battle, not fight for victory or human righteousness, but the sublimation and elevation of God's will between life and death, to capture the line of air-machine sympathy In order to get a glimpse of the heavens and heavens.

In the world, only Pang Wanyang was the best opponent. It was a pity to miss it. "

Wu Gong Xiu has reached such a realm. Ronghua is rich and wealthy. Powerful beauties are at your fingertips. The real pursuit is no longer such a thing.

Only the Avenue of Heaven and Man is their pursuit.

In fact, as early as twenty years ago, he had climbed the Sacred Mountain of Liu prison, only then, when he saw Pang Wanyang, he turned away and knew that he was not an opponent.

It wasn't until this time that the Taiyin Promise was repaired, and Wu Gong finally made it impossible to enter, and then he went out to seek him a battle to find out the last one.

"What a pity?"

An Qisheng just shook his head.

He naturally understands the pursuit of your veins, but just understands it, but he doesn't agree with it.

The so-called word is not asking, why should we pretend to be in the hands of others?

Do you have to have a life-and-death struggle with a master of the same level to be promoted?

If not, isn't there no way to enter?

"My brother doesn't seem to agree?"

Yan Kuangzi raised his eyebrows slightly.

He wasn't a man of ordinary looks and ordinary appearance, but as he raised an eyebrow, the whole person's temperament was quite different.

His long eyebrows fluttered, and he looked fierce, and he was not hostile, but he was so.

"Not disagree, just"

An Qisheng smiled lightly:

"If I want to kill someone, it must be because I want to kill him, not to get anything, and foreign things don't need to be rewarded, let alone my own way."

Yan Kuangtu's eyes lightened for a moment, listening to the meaning of An Qisheng's words.

"My brother said this is justified, but it is justified. If it was a break, two hundred years ago, although he was not such an outstanding person, he lived more than two hundred years. Ever glimpsed the change of air-gas machine?

The reason why he made an appointment with Pang Wanyang was because he had only this one chance.

But after a break, I may not be much stronger. The bottleneck is the bottleneck. However, I ca n’t go over 300 years! "

Yan Kuangzi smiled slightly:

"It's better to be defeated than death. How can Yanmou be a good man?"

"Pang Wanyang came from the gods on that day, but his trick was not exhausted, but the body of the sheep and snake failed to carry all the essence of his style."

After hearing that, An Qisheng didn't say much, and instead said:

"If Brother Yan fights with him, the chance of winning is not more than 30%."

"30%?"

Hearing the words, the Yan fanatic was not bothered, and nodded:

"In my opinion, there are more than 30%, but the fight is still known only after it has been fought."

"That's right."

An Qisheng could not sit still, but slowly raised one arm:

"This punch was the punch that Pang Wanyang hit at the time, but unfortunately this punch didn't meet my heart. About 70% or 80% of the punches were intended."

Huh ~

Between the words, An Qisheng slowly squeezed his punches and hit them.

Empty and empty, like a starry sky, sky, and meteor falling, seemingly slow, but really fast.

It was almost as if the voice had just fallen, that punch had already fallen like a mountain, and it was rumblingly suppressed.

"Ok?"

The moment An Qisheng raised his arm, the enthusiast of Yan was stunned, as if he felt that the person in front of him was no longer a prince of Taoism, but replaced Pang Wanyang, who had been an invincible hand for decades on the sacred mountain of the six prisons.

"Good punch!"

The Yan Kuangzi waved at will, and the boy was blocked in his mouth, exclaiming, but he had been thrown into the air from a distance.

At the same time, a long howling sound like an eagle crying and screaming through the sky.

It's only ten feet.

How fast can An Qisheng punch?

At the same time when the mad fanatic turned away from the young man, he was already beyond the limit of the mad fanatic.

Just a moment, that layer of body support has been punched by punches.

At this time, it was also the time when the Yan fanatic made a howl.

In the face of the rumbling punch, he thumped with one arm, throwing out a strange angle, and it was the blast that was met!

boom!

Two punches were thrown at the same time, and there was no real collision, but the air flow of the entire courtyard was blown out at once, and the tornado generally emptied into the air.

Huh ~

Anqi Shengan can't sit still ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The air flow is retracted, and a punch is collected spontaneously, but it's just an instant.

The mad fanatic stood still, closed his eyes slightly, and seemed to realize.

He didn't open his eyes until the shouting teenager called "Woohoo Wahwa" fell down to catch the teenager.

He looked at An Qisheng, glorious:

"70%?"

An Qisheng shook his head: "70% of the unfinished punch."

Yan Kuangzi raised an eyebrow and smiled:

"You can touch it!"

An Qisheng laughed without saying a word, closed his eyes slightly, and turned to his heart.

Rumble!

The next moment, a thunderous dragon-like thunder came along with heavy rain!