readx;? In fact, the old man in the countryside didn't want to escape, but wanted to die with the middle-aged man, but he was worried that the power of self-destructing the Yuan Soul was too great and would hurt Zhu Jingwen, so he deliberately escaped ten miles away. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He believed that his violent power could blow a sinkhole out of a radius of five miles, and anything within this range would be shattered, and the middle-aged man would surely die.

"Close!"

The middle-aged man snorted lightly, a jade light appeared from his whole body, and a jade light came out from his palm, covering the old man in the countryside.

Although the power of the Yuan Soul's self-explosion was terrifying, at this moment, its momentum was actually controlled by Yu Mang, and after a force that was enough to shatter the giant mountain expanded outward for about ten zhang, it was stopped and contracted by Yu Mang with an overwhelming advantage, and finally disappeared with the body of the old man in the countryside.

"I'll tell you, I'm actually a martial saint. ”

The middle-aged man's slightly playful voice pierced the air, enveloping a radius of more than ten miles, but it was a pity that the old man in the countryside could no longer hear it.

Ah sneeze~

Suddenly, someone sneezed and said, "Martial Saint, yo yo, it's amazing." ”

The middle-aged man was slightly startled, instantly returned to his original place, and slapped it with one palm.

Bang!

The two slapped each other.

In an instant, the people who came retreated again and again, shaking one hand very exaggeratedly, and the other hand had already caught Zhu Jingwen, and did not let Zhu Jingwen fall into the hands of the middle-aged man again.

The middle-aged man's face changed greatly, as if he was facing a great enemy, and shouted: "You are also a martial saint!"

The man's nose shrugged slightly, and he smiled: "Yes, I am also a martial saint, but my martial saint is a bit special, you beat me back this time, next time maybe it will be my turn to exert power, and I can knock you out of with one palm, if you don't want to die, hurry up." ”

"Look for death!"

The middle-aged man thought that he was a junior martial saint, even if that person was also a junior martial saint, he was sure to kill, launch the exercises, and shoot it out with one palm, his palm was like jade, his face was like jade, and his eyes were like jade, and this was in this kind of jade, with a trace of poisonous cold.

"Jade Yin Jue, Heaven-level Exercises, good guy, Niu, I'll go. ”

Ling Hu Eighteen flicked his buttocks, his movements were slightly clumsy, but his body was surprisingly fast, and in a blink of an eye, he was already dozens of miles away.

However, the middle-aged man's body technique was not slow, and he used teleportation **, suddenly appeared behind Linghu Eighteen, and slapped his head with one palm.

"I'll dump it again. ”

Linghu Eighteen shook his butt again, and what he did was not teleporting**, but a very strange body technique, and it was dozens of miles in a blink of an eye.

"Kill!"

This time, the middle-aged man no longer appeared behind Linghu Eighteen, but in front, "Jade Yin Jue" was launched, and the yuan power was as high as 10 billion, and it was going to evaporate Linghu Eighteen.

Unexpectedly, Linghu Eighteen seemed to have expected someone in front of him, and shouted, "I'll still dump it." ”

With a shake of the buttocks, he did not advance but retreated, and regressed dozens of miles in an instant.

"Hehe, you can't beat me, my body style is called 'hip swinging', not only can exercise the muscles of the buttocks, make the buttocks more warped and more beautiful, but also can strengthen the body and avoid pursuit, how about it?

Linghu Eighteen breathed in a hundred miles of land constantly moving back and forth, no less than thirty times, and the middle-aged man naturally chased more than thirty times.

Teleportation ** is the most exhausting, the limit of a middle-aged man is a hundred miles, and he can use it twenty times at most, and if he is dozens of miles, once it exceeds a hundred times, he can't stand it.

On the thirty-sixth time, the middle-aged man no longer retracted his strength, and directly burst out the Yuan force, even if he couldn't beat Linghu Eighteen, he also let out a sulk in his heart.

Rumble!

The earth shook and the night sky trembled.

There is an extra ravine like a sword and an axe split by a heavenly sword and an axe on the hundred-mile wasteland, the deepest place actually reaches 100 meters, and the shallowest is five or six meters.

Seeing Linghu Eighteen go away, the middle-aged man did not chase him out.

He knew that even if he caught up with more than 100,000 miles, he wouldn't be able to catch up.

Rather than being teased by this old bastard, it is better to let him go, anyway, I remember this old guy deeply.

The sun rises in the east, the sun shines on the earth, and a new day is coming.

On that hillside, Fang Xiaowu, who had been cultivating for a long time, did not reap his strength, but was bathed in the sun.

Suddenly, his face was red, the corners of his mouth were smiling, and he quietly activated the power of the heavenly yang, which was actually able to absorb the light of the sun on his body.

Although this kind of absorption is very slow, but after all, it is the first time, if you can absorb it for one or two hours a day in the future, and after accumulating to a certain extent, wouldn't it be able to strengthen the power of Tianyang?

Although he was still very little of the power of the Heavenly Yang that he could unleash now, who would mind the growth of the Heavenly Yang Power?

For example, if the power of Tianyang has a power of 10 billion yuan, he can mobilize 100 million now, and one day even if he activates all the power of Tianyang, it will only be 10 billion, but if he absorbs the power of the sun and strengthens the power of Tianyang, wouldn't he be able to activate more than 10 billion?

Therefore, he was not in a hurry to collect his merits, but continued to cultivate.

It took two hours before he stood up, and faintly felt that the power of Tianyang had grown a little bit.

What surprised him even more was that after this period of cultivation, his Yuan Power had increased by more than three million all at once, and his usual cultivation, no matter how hard he tried, it would only increase by hundreds of thousands at most, and many times it was tens of thousands, or even thousands.

Standing on the hillside, he moved his fists and feet, and between his gestures, he was full of infinite vitality, his spirit was flying, and his body was warm.

Take a deep breath, feel the breath of the earth, and leave everything behind.

At this moment, his heart no longer belongs to himself, but to this world, and has reached the realm of integration of things and self, and he can completely see the stretching of every pore around his body.

Suddenly, he saw something in his mind, but it was vague, and he couldn't see it clearly if he wanted to.

In a flash, he remembered what Takehime had told him.

"God of War!"

He was a little excited, but he knew that now was not the time to be excited, so after recovering his mood, he secretly carried the mantra passed on to him by Wu Ji and launched it silently.

Half an hour later, he finally saw clearly what the thing in his mind was, it was the God of War Ding that he had seen once, but the God of War Ding in his mind was much smaller than the God of War Ding he had seen, only half the size of a fist, and it was lifeless, without any domineering.

After a while, he knew that although he could see the God of War Ding, he still had a way to go before he could control it, so he dispersed the idea of gathering, walked down the hill with a figure-eight step, and then used his body to rush away in the direction of coming.

Back in Huayang City, the time was almost the beginning of Shen Shi, and it was just over three o'clock in the afternoon.

He originally thought that after entering the city, martial law would definitely be everywhere in the city.

Unexpectedly, it was as if nothing had happened in the city, the streets were still full of pedestrians, shops were still open, and the streets were full of small traders and vendors shouting loudly, and it was more lively than before.

Fang Xiaowu went to the Dongsheng Inn and found that Meng Fei did not come back, so he and He Bin rushed to the alley, and found that this guy was standing there, posing like a wasted old, as long as the young master does not come back, I will not leave, like a wood carving.

After seeing Fang Xiaowu, Meng Fei smiled and ran towards the two.

"What about the two girls?" Fang Xiaowu asked.

After they were well, they left, saying that they were going back to report to the prince of Pingxi. ”

"Why don't you go back to the inn?"

"Fang Shao, how dare I leave before you come back? ”

Hearing this, Fang Xiaowu smiled, patted Meng Fei on the shoulder, and didn't say anything, everything was silent.

Turning back to the Dongsheng Inn, Fang Xiaowu changed into clean clothes, and planned to visit King Pingxi, accompanied by Xue Bao'er.

When the two arrived outside the Pingxi Palace, Fang Xiaowu explained his intention to the guards and asked to see the King of Pingxi.

No one thought that it was, but the guards said that the prince had something to do now, and he would not see outsiders, and asked Fang Xiaowu to come back another day.

Fang Xiaowu couldn't figure it out, but it was impossible to break in, so he thanked the guards and walked back with Xue Bao'er.

There are many people on the street, and it is inconvenient to talk, and if the two want to talk, they can only say some irrelevant things, and dare not talk about Zhu Jingwen's abduction.

As he was walking, the figure in front of him flickered, and there was one more person in the crowd, just looking at his head, he knew that it was Linghu Eighteen.

"Old man. Xue Bao'er shouted.

Linghu Eighteen didn't seem to be able to hear Xue Bao'er's cry, arching back and forth in the crowd, looking very happy.

"This old liar suddenly appeared, could it be that he had something to tell me?" Fang Xiaowu thought to himself and hurriedly chased after him.

After a while, Linghu 18 moved away from the crowd and walked into an alley.

After that, he walked around the city, took Fang Xiaowu and Xue Bao'er behind him to the north, south, west, and north, and finally came to a ruined temple.

"Coo-goo, goo-goo......"

Entering the broken temple, Linghu Eighteen learned to crow a rooster, and immediately attracted a few hens, threw them away, and spilled a handful of rice, attracting a few old hens to grab food everywhere.

"Old liar, you're living here these days?" Fang Xiaowu walked into the ruined temple and asked.

Linghu Eighteen was not surprised at all, and said, "Yo yo yo, if I don't help you fight, where can I live if I don't live here?"

"I seem to want you to fight, don't worry, I won't let you fight, you go to the inn to stay. ”

"If you have nothing to do, you will not be deceived by you. After speaking, Linghu Eighteen looked at Xue Bao'er and grinned, and said, "Bao girl, do you want me?"

"Think about it, your old man should move to the inn to live, this place is not convenient for people. ”

At this moment, a person suddenly walked out of the incense hall of the broken temple, but it was a Taoist priest, with a long beard, red phoenix eyes, extraordinary appearance, and outstanding.

Fang Xiaowu was taken aback when he saw it.

When he entered, he could clearly hear whether there was anyone in the incense hall or not.

Why did this guy suddenly come out of the temple like a ghost? Could it be the God of Wealth? Or is it the City God?

"Brother Wuliu, are you going out?" asked Linghu Eighteen with a smile.

"Hmm. The Taoist priest nodded his head slightly, didn't look at Fang Xiaowu and Xue Bao'er at all, and walked away.

"Who is this guy?"

"What this guy, he is a martial saint. ”

"Martial Saint!" Fang Xiaowu's heart was shocked, and he said secretly: "Nima, so many Martial Saints came to Huayang City so suddenly? ”