Until the war fifty years ago, he also went to the riverside battlefield several times to get a portion of Tai Sui meat. After returning to the land of Sichuan and Sichuan, the rebel army became very powerful.

The speed of that palm print is more than twice as fast as the sound. Even if the material forming the palm print is just compressed ordinary air flow, at this speed, it is enough to blast a deep pit into the ground.

Guan Luoyang put down his chopsticks and said, "In the Emperor's Dufu Yamen, there can be staff from all sides of Nanming and the eight major sects at the same time, but they are not the top people. It is simply a good nest for you to gain experience."

Seventy years ago, Yan Pingsheng was still a young man. At that time, he was not called "Pingsheng", which was a bit of a quack, but was called Yan Lei, the son of a rural teacher.

Guan Luoyang already understood what Hua Ruoqing said about the eight major sects.

Hua Ruoqing told the news about the eight major sects. In addition to some records she read in the Emperor's Dufu Yamen, there was also her own judgment based on the various deeds involving the high-level officials of the eight major forces in the documents.

The unfaithful person is said to be killed! The unfilial person is said to be killed! The unkind person is said to be killed! The unjust person is said to be killed!

Although the pursuers were relentless and extremely dangerous, and he had fallen from being the leader of a religion to this, Yan Ping had a somewhat familiar feeling sitting on this bumpy old carriage.

If we were in a world where the practice system was relatively stable and there had been no major changes in recent years, there might be specialized intelligence personnel. Their own strength might not be high, but their eyesight would be high enough to analyze what the person was doing when he lifted heavy objects.

Is it lifted purely by the physical body, or by some other energy?

Is it normal to do this, or does it rely on some explosive skills?

What's more, you may be able to tell from some seemingly simple behaviors what kind of sect this person belongs to, and thus infer his birthplace, teachers, background, etc.

Outside the temple, someone imitated the stele of Zhang Xianzhong's Holy Edict and erected a stele with a few lines of inscriptions engraved vertically, "Heaven has all things and humans, but humans have nothing to do with heaven. Ghosts and gods are clear, and they think and measure themselves."

He put his hands together and slashed forward, splitting the air waves spreading from the deep pit, and in the air waves, the figure of Shiqu's helmsman appeared in front of him.

"You two, please don't go to the government office."

Facing such an angry attack from the Bodhisattva, the Shiqu helmsman swung his arm like a wave and stabbed forward.

Even if you don't touch these two items at all, as long as you finish the previous team battle, you can still complete this mission.

This punch hit Yan Pingsheng's chest, and Yan Pingsheng's shirt burst into pieces. His whole body was suddenly shaken, and the look in his eyes dimmed.

Yan never dreamed in his life that his noble life would not bring him long-term satisfaction. Instead, he would often be worried about matters in Sichuan and Sichuan, and would lose his temper because of his subordinates who did not govern themselves lawfully.

The air flow hit the ground and spread suddenly, extinguishing the surrounding firelight instantly, and also caused the body of the Shiqu helmsman to suddenly rise high into the sky.

Su Hui's appearance and usual state were specially designed to confuse people in their team.

The quilt wrapped around him was like a silkworm chrysalis. Because he was too fast, it was torn open by his back, forming a neat gap.

He suddenly looked back.

For example, if you deliberately disguise yourself, give your own fighting methods, and leak out some false information, it may have miraculous effects if you actually encounter an opponent in a team battle in the future.

At that time, it had not been many years since Zhang Xianzhong's death. There were many rumors in the countryside of Sichuan and Sichuan. Some said that he was a great hero, and sometimes he was a murderer who deserved death, but death was not a pity.

Even the records related to the Emperor's Dufu Yazhong are inevitably in a crude mode.

...Kill kill kill kill kill kill!

Of course, it is not ruled out that there are people specially hired by the warring parties to mix among the passers-by and do this kind of commentary work to help heat up the atmosphere.

The special method of whim, at its most basic stage, may only be able to detect a little crisis about oneself within a few seconds, which is not too clever.

It has been fifty years, and although I have never been extravagant or extravagant, I have always been pampered.

"etc!"

On the other hand, looking back at the Shiqu helmsman, the physique he displayed seemed to be only at a four-star level.

This young man with glasses has not changed his thinking mode before. If it is a normal team battle, they certainly do not want to expose their existence too early.

In the grove, Captain Shiqu left Yan Pingsheng behind, turned to look, and coldly snorted, "Come out."

The nine clones that he separated using the divine stone spiritual fetus are not all equally powerful. For example, the clones that were placed in the two or three worlds of Return to Immortal Demon Water Margin and True Spirit Electric Energy were all relatively powerful, especially the world of Return to True Spirit Electric Energy.

The clone was pushed to the peak of six stars by him.

Guan Luoyang suddenly stopped them, his hand holding the wine glass paused slightly, and he raised his eyes thoughtfully.

Yan Pingsheng's figure underwent strange changes. His face became more open and powerful, his body stretched, his beard and hair were like iron, and lion-like fangs grew out of his mouth.

But in this world, even these experts themselves have only reached this level in recent years, and naturally there are not so many professional and corresponding evaluation talents.

After walking for an unknown distance, he suddenly noticed someone following him behind him.

South of Tianzidu, about a hundred miles away.

At that time, the poem "Seven Kills" had been rumored for twenty years and was believed to be composed by Zhang Xianzhong's ghost. Yan simply named it "Seven Kills" throughout his life.

A two-star, but he can already intervene from the side and influence the situation throughout Cochin.

From the Seven Kills Army to the Seven Kills Sect, after the Jurchens were defeated and retreated outside the Pass, the Seven Kills Sect occupied the land of Sichuan and Shu and prospered.

"Then let the captain and Su go back there to try their hand first. We will observe from the side and respond at any time."

For example, let’s take the simplest performance of lifting a weight of 10,000 kilograms.

"father?"

"This body is really too weak, too weak, even weaker than you. But even with such a physical body, you can't compete with me if I use it."

Two figures, Su Hui and Dongfang Jie, appeared among the trees.

"In this world, the number of four-star figures is still relatively rare. Among the eight major sects, there may only be Yan Pingsheng, the leader of the Seven Kills, the Taoist Master of the Nine Palaces, the Bagua leader, the Great Venerable Xingxiu Hai, etc., who are the supreme leaders of a sect.

People may be at the peak of four-star status, or barely reach five-star status.”

This man with yellow eyebrows and yellow hair was the helmsman of Shiqu Branch of the Seven Kills Sect, and he was also the most valued adopted son in Yan's life.

This one slash with both hands folded together breaks the waves and then kills the person.

boom!!!!

Yan Pingsheng sighed, turned around, still sitting on the tilted trolley, wrapped in a quilt, looked at the man and said: "My son, I thought that our father and son complement each other. The friendship that has been built for many years will be remembered for life. I really can't think of it."

Understand, what did I do to make you betray me like this?"

"However, with a lifespan of less than a hundred years and a height of less than a foot, you are proud enough to be able to escape under my hands until now."

Liu Ziyan snorted and suddenly came to his senses.

He stood up and said, "Let's go directly out of the city to meet the leader of the Seven Kills Cult."

Suddenly a strong hot wind hit, and the green grass with plenty of moisture was blown to withered yellow and ignited.

He turned his gaze and looked towards where Hua Ruoqing and Liu Ziyan were hiding.

At the moment when the two collided, the Shiqu helmsman's arm covered with countless layers of transparent air film twisted his five fingers into a fist, and then blasted away Yan Pingsheng's closed hands.

An old horse dragged a cart, clattering, on the path in the wilderness.

But on the center of his eyebrows, white vellus hair grows outwards, twisting and coiling to the right, like a white jade mark on the center of his eyebrows, clean, soft, and bright.

At that time, Yan Pingsheng saw countless villagers struggling, the Jurchen officers and soldiers were domineering, and the petty officials were hateful. Thinking of Zhang Xianzhong's deeds, he took a knife and pen and carved a poem about seven murders on the back of the stone tablet.

There was a man in black, right behind him, half-crouching to examine Yan Pingsheng's eyelids.

"That punch of yours actually broke his soul into multiple parts, which were deeply integrated with his body and dispersed in various parts. It maintained his most complete vitality and made it impossible for him to wake up at all."

Captain Shiqu saw a strange light in the eyes of the young man in black robe and gold pattern.

"With your foundation, how can you do this in a purely physical body?"

The look in his eyes was like seeing an unexpected and interesting prey, full of surprise and joy!
Chapter completed!