"Bo!"

There seemed to be a very subtle sound in the air, so subtle that only the two parties involved could hear it, just like the bubbles formed by the impact of water being popped, silent and yet loud.

Qingsong's body trembled slightly, and he slowly closed his eyes against the pain in his eyes. After about half a minute, he held back the tears that were about to overflow. However, his eyes were frighteningly red, and his heart was equally shocked.

This person's aura is so vast and boundless, like the bright sun, that I can't look directly at it. Moreover, my "Djinn Spirit Magic Eye" has reached its limit, and I can only see a layer of ignorance and chaos. When I look at it again, I feel dizzy, and my eyes are dizzy.

Sore eyes.

Could it be that at such a young age, he has already reached the level of a tutor?

Qingsong couldn't believe it. He came to Han City to save the world, but before he started taking action, he met such a young master in the market today.

Sure enough, it was a murderous intention sent from heaven, and the stars changed places.

I'm afraid that Han City has already become a place of dragons, ponds and tiger's dens. I wonder what kind of real dragons will be drawn out!

At the same time, he became even more worried. If there were a few more such great masters, if they were friends, if they were enemies, they would really be much more difficult to deal with than their senior brothers.

Wang Yi's mind also fell into a trance for a moment. The feeling of this sword and ax was so familiar. It was in the same vein as the method Panshi used to break open his golden body, although it was still far behind that time.

of shock.

Could it be that he is an old friend of the Taoist priest?

Based on such speculation, Wang Yi mentally forgave the other party for his rude behavior of snooping. If it had been anyone else, he would have directly counterattacked with his spiritual thoughts and beaten the other party into a brainless state.

Wang Yi looked indifferently and nodded to Qingsong, both inquiring and warning.

When Qingsong saw this, his heart trembled, and he quickly nodded and gave an apologetic smile.

Then he glanced and saw Ah Huan sitting next to Wang Yi. His heart suddenly beat loudly and he almost screamed.

Dragon eyes, phoenix neck, sun horns and dragon face!

Oh my god, how could it be possible? This is the face of the legendary Saint Fuxi!

As long as ordinary people have the same thing, they are all noble and noble. If they have both, they are truly saints.

Could it be that this female doll is still a saint? It shouldn’t be. This is not the ancient times. How could a saint be born?

Besides, if you don’t practice, overcome tribulations, or accumulate merit, Heaven will not allow it. Because this violates the principle of Heaven and earth, no one can get something for nothing and be favored by Heaven and Earth.

He suddenly felt itchy and unbearable, and the occupational disease started to attack again. He turned around and forgot Wang Yi's warning.

The five fingers moved under the table, and the thumb and middle finger interlocked, forming a heaven and earth Qi ring. He knew that this move might be in vain, but he still wanted to try to see if he could use the "copper coin hexagram" to figure out A Huan's origin.

The copper coins in my heart fell to the ground, and my Qingsong eyes suddenly lost focus, becoming indifferent and mysterious, like a scholar with boundless wisdom, looking down on the entire world. His eyes were faint and piercing for thousands of years, as if he had traveled through the universe and time, and came to the ancient wilderness, where human beings originated.

ancestral land.

The chef here was arguing with Ding Lei, and a bunch of people were staring at him. Even the foreman ran over.

Only Ah Huan was not affected. As he ate a Sixi meatball, his mouth felt fragrant and salty, and he narrowed his eyes happily.

Suddenly, some fine crumbs fell on the hotel lobby for some reason. No one else could see it, but Ah Huan had a keen sense and had noticed it long ago. When he saw that it was about to fall on the meatballs in his bowl, he opened his mouth and blew on it.

This blow was so powerful that the scene in Qingsong's mind suddenly changed. The sky and the earth collapsed, volcanoes erupted, violent storms, lightning and thunder. He was like a canoe traveling alone in the vast ocean, and the sea surface suddenly set off huge waves.

It gave him a deep sense of powerlessness.

"boom!"

His whole body felt like being struck by lightning, and he suddenly woke up from the illusion. His face could not be any whiter, his body was still shaking, and there were many beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Goose, Goose, Goose, Goose……"

At this time, Jiang Guizhi was still laughing and trying to share it with Qing Song. When she turned around and saw him like this, she was shocked.

"Old man, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Qingsong didn't answer, but glanced at Ah Huan with complicated eyes. Seeing that she was eating with great pleasure, there was no trace of the unfathomable and indescribable look that a saint should have.

Immediately afterwards, A Huan's face began to change visibly in his eyes. This was not a change in appearance, but a mysterious and mysterious change in fate.

In Qingsong's eyes, Ah Huan was still so beautiful and lovely at this time, but her fate had changed to that of an ordinary person among all living beings.

He was shocked and sighed in his heart, this...could this be the realm where "the perfect person has no self, the god has no merit, and the saint has no name"?

He breathed a sigh of relief and secretly cursed himself for being stupid and ignorant. As the darling of heaven, the saint is inherently shapeless, but he actually wanted to pry into the other person's fate. He thought that the vision in the sky and earth just now was a rude warning to himself.

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Jiang Guizhi didn't know what Qingsong had just experienced. When he saw him staring straight at the little girl, he suddenly became angry and said unhappily: "Hey, you Zhao Wuji, I thought something was wrong with you, but it turned out that you were angry with me."

The little girl is lustful!"

Qingsong came back to his senses. When he heard this, he frowned and said, "Guizhi, what are you talking about!"

"I'm talking nonsense!" Jiang Guizhi raised his eyebrows and glared, "How dare you say that you haven't had any evil thoughts about this little girl?"

At first, everyone in the hotel was attracted by Ding Lei's quarrel. Now when Jiang Guizhi made a fuss, they all looked at the two of them.

Qingsong blushed a little, and hurriedly took Jiang Guizhi's hand and whispered: "Okay, Guizhi, stop making trouble, I'll apologize to you!"

Unexpectedly, he didn't say it was okay. When he mentioned Jiang Guizhi, he became more energetic and suddenly burst into tears. While crying, he shouted: "Hey, you heartless Zhao Wuji, you really have evil intentions. I should have thought of it a long time ago."

, Back then you dared to chase foreign girls, but now you are not even ready to let go of underage girls. Your taste is getting more and more outrageous... Wow..."

When Wang heard her crying, he felt unhappy, put down his job, and walked towards the two of them.

Seeing this, Qingsong quickly stretched out his hand to stop her, bowed his head and apologized softly: "Sir, my wife is talking nonsense, please don't be angry."

Wang Yi snorted coldly: "You two can quarrel no matter what, but don't bring my sister with you! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Qingsong heard the words and nodded repeatedly. When Jiang Guizhi saw Qingsong's humble appearance, he knew that he had caused trouble, and felt heartbroken for a moment. But at the same time, he was a little angry at Wang Yi's aggressive look, so he shouted loudly: "Why are you scaring me?"

My old man."

Wang Yi glanced at her sideways, feeling very disgusted with this messy woman, so he also said to Qingsong: "As the saying goes, 'Marry a virtuous wife', you seem to be a bright and shining person, I don't know how you can get married."

Such a vulgar woman, I hope she will be disciplined more when she returns home."

Qingsong was extremely embarrassed: "Sir, my wife is a bit impatient, but she is still very kind."

When Jiang Guizhi heard Wang Yi call her vulgar, she stood up and shouted: "Boy, who are you calling vulgar?"

"Who should scold whom?" Wang Yi also responded tit-for-tat without giving in.

Jiang Guizhi's face turned cold, and he suddenly took action, hitting Wang Yi with a palm.

"Guizhi, no!"

As soon as Qingsong saw her taking action, he quickly shouted to stop, but unfortunately it was too late, as the palm had already hit Wang Yi's chest.

The way Wang Yi didn't dodge was like Jiang Guizhi's attack was too fast and people hadn't reacted yet.

Jiang Guizhi didn't want to hurt Wang Yi in the first place. She was a master of Huajin, so she could use her strength at will. This palm force only used less than half a minute, and it would never hurt Wang Yi. It would only make him hurt for a few days. You should be taught a lesson.

But when I saw Wang Yi receiving the palm, he acted as if it were nothing, and even had a joking smile on his face. I couldn't help but feel shocked and angry, and I immediately understood that the other person was also a martial artist.

Immediately he did not dare to underestimate him, he condensed his energy in his Dantian, and used 70% of his strength on his palms. He still pushed out with two palms. At this time, he no longer cared about whether he would hurt the opponent.

She knew in her heart that people in martial arts would often fight to the death once they got angry. She could only protect herself at the moment and gain the upper hand, and then ask the master to come forward to make peace in the future to resolve the aftermath, even if the time came to apologize.

Jiang Guizhi is the energy transformed from the 'broom skill'. Once he starts to use his real skills, it is like sweeping behind closed doors, with strong winds blowing around him.

The wind from her two palms struck, and the guests at the next table immediately felt stuffy in their chests. Seeing this, Qingsong gave a bitter smile, flicked his five fingers, and pinched out a mountain hexagram. Suddenly, there seemed to be many barriers in the air, isolating the inside and outside, and he was full of energy. remove.

Qing Song knew in his heart that the two of them were competing in a competition of skills. Seeing Jiang Guizhi tense up and looking terrifying, Wang Yi was calm and composed. Needless to say, he must have the upper hand and he was ready to admit defeat for Jiang Guizhi.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Guizhi's figure flashed forward, and he rushed forward very quickly. He heard a "bang" sound, and his palms hit Wang Yi firmly in the chest again.

This time she struck with all her strength and retreated immediately. Before Wang Yi could fight back, she had retreated two feet away.

Qingsong A Huan was shocked. A Huan ran up and took Wang Yi's hand and said: "Brother Wang Yi, you... you are not injured, are you?"

Qingsong said angrily: "Guizhi, why are you so insignificant?"

Jiang Guizhi said sternly: "You have been hit by my 'Yong Hui Qingdao' palm power. I used dark and soft power in this palm. You will definitely not notice anything strange at this moment, but if you don't care, in seven days He will die of heart failure."

"I know that you are a master of martial arts, and I must also understand that this palm requires my unique strength. To be honest, I don't want to fight to the death with you. You just need to promise me not to pursue today's matter anymore. I will naturally relieve you of this power in the next half month."

"Otherwise, you will only die. I, Jiang Guizhi, am not a person who kills indiscriminately. I am responsible for everyone's work. If you die, I will kill myself to pay for your life."

She thought that she had made a lot of concessions, and Wang Yi was definitely not ignorant of praise. But she didn't know that Wang Yi's martial arts was far beyond his reach. At this time, Wang Yi was both internal and external, the golden elixir was perfect, and he had reached the divine state. In the state of refining the gods according to Zhao, although her "Yong Hui Qing Dao" was vicious and fierce, how could she hurt Wang Yi?

It's just that Wang Yi and Jiang Guizhi have no grudges, it's just a dispute of words, and the other party seems to have some connection with Taoist Priest Pan Shi. For Pan Shi's sake, he allows her to slap him three times without fighting back. The purpose is only to

Let her give up and apologize properly so as not to hurt the relationship.

Jiang Guizhi has been practicing "Broom Kung Fu" for more than 30 years. This palm of "Hong Hui Qing Dao" has been able to smash three granites at the same time, and the fragments of each granite will not scatter in all directions. It is really vicious and powerful, and it is also

And there is.

When she saw that Wang Yi had been hit in both of her palms, her internal organs must have been shaken and her energy and blood were irregular, but she was still smiling as if nothing had happened. She thought to herself: "Do you want to show off before you die?" Then she said: "What on earth are you doing?

What kind of regulations are there? If you really want to die, we will both perish together."

Wang Yi raised his head, his eyes were shining brightly, and he said loudly: "Every family has its own strengths in cultivation. Your skills are indeed good, but don't think that you will definitely win until the last moment. Otherwise, you will be arrogant.

It’s ridiculous, but I don’t know it.”

After that, he smiled softly. The laughter was not loud, but when it fell in Jiang Guizhi's ears, it sounded powerful and majestic, with the potential to crack rocks and break clouds. It was obvious that his skill was so profound that he could transmit sounds thousands of miles away, and he could also transmit sounds into the world.
To be continued...