I'm really not a Daoist!

Chapter 105 Human Immortal
Yu Juluo looked at Yang Xuangan carefully, and after looking at it for a while, he frowned slightly, and then double pupils appeared, and Yang Xuangan's whole body was dissected and all came into view.

"His~~"

"What the hell is this thing? It has the physical body of a martial artist but does not have any blood of a martial artist inside. Moreover, Yang Xuangan's incomparably domineering, overwhelming punching intent has also disappeared."

"If his face is not Yang Xuangan's, we dare not recognize him as Yang Xuangan."

After looking at it for a long time, Yu Juluo came to a conclusion.

"This thing is not human!!"

Ji Bofu smiled lightly and said: "Of course he is not a human being. The world says that I, the Yellow Turban Wrestler of the Taiping Dao, is a sharp weapon to fight for world hegemony, but these people have no eyes. This is the real Yellow Turban Wrestler!!"

Yu Juluo scratched his head in doubt and said, "Is this the Yellow Turban Wrestler? But this thing doesn't seem to be as strong as the legend says, we can knock him apart with one punch."

Ji Bofu said with a dark face: "This yellow turban wrestler has just been made, you can try it after the poor Taoist priest worships for 100 years!"

Yu Juluo still shook his head and said: "Even if you worship this thing for 100 years, you can't beat us. We don't know if we can live for 100 years, but we know that if we really live for another 100 years, we can be regarded as overlords." We are all worthy of resurrection!!"

Yu Juluo was not exaggerating, but the result of a true analysis of himself. What he said was very sincere, but the more sincere he was, the more silent Ji Bofu would be.

It seems that he has worshiped the Yellow Turban Warriors for 100 years, but it seems that he really can't beat Yujuluo 100 years later
"Yellow turban wrestlers are just laborers who carry things. Why do you want to be so good at fighting? Besides, this yellow turban wrestler can't beat you right now. Let's see if Pindao can beat you to death with one punch after refining him into a yellow scarf warrior!"

As soon as Ji Bofu finished his words, Yu Juluo rolled his eyes, "If we can really find a body of a god and demon, we would have been promoted to a god and demon by imitating the god and demon, how can we let you refine it to become a yellow scarf warrior?" , isn’t this reckless?”

Ji Bofu knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, and said with a sneer, "Speaking of which, General, what level is your cultivation now?"

Yu Juluo glared at Ji Bofu and said, "What are you doing? Don't you know that you can't ask other people's realm at will? I don't know if this is a taboo?"

Ji Bofu rolled his eyes, "General, don't be poor with the poor, right now we are retreating to Zhuo County, although neither of us wants to fight for world hegemony, but we have to flex our muscles from time to time to let people know that we are not easy to mess with. "

"Show off your muscles, whoever dares to come to Zhuojun to cause trouble, let's just slap him to death!!"

Yu Juluo was extremely confident, as if all the people in the world were chickens and dogs, but he couldn't help but look at Ji Bofu's eyes full of curiosity and said complacently: "We were still at the peak of martial arts when we conquered Goguryeo. Occasionally gained after the second sign, but now it’s just the body that has no leaks.”

"In terms of realm, we may not be the highest, but in terms of combat power, we are No. 1 in the Sui Dynasty in terms of martial sage realm. Now that I think about it, no one can beat us."

Ji Bofu suddenly stood up and his eyes were about to pop out. In his imagination, Yu Juluo should be the kind of person who has cultivated deeply in the realm of martial arts, but he never thought that this would be a person Fairy! !

The realm of cultivating Tao is not clearly divided, and the division is not so detailed. The realm of ghosts and immortals alone includes the realm of martial arts saints and human immortals. Therefore, ghosts and immortals are strong and weak. It is not known whether a ghost fairy is strong or not.

But Wufu is not the case. Each realm of Wufu is divided in great detail.

After reaching the realm of human immortality, the fist will reach the heavens and the earth, sense the sun, the moon and the stars to achieve a flawless body, the next step is the accumulation stage, start to condense one's own acupoints, and after the acupoints are condensed enough, one will develop physical supernatural powers, when the time comes Flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, swimming in the turbulent void is just waiting.

Wufu goes to heaven, there is no boundless, what he is talking about is the realm of immortality! !
After reaching the peak of the realm of immortality, the intent of the fist becomes substantive, and it can be compared with Taoism and supernatural powers, and the rebirth of the flesh is almost immortal.

It can be said that the human immortal realm has already stood at the pinnacle of martial arts, as for the final crushing vacuum realm, just like Yangshen, it is an unattainable dream for countless people.

Of course, the achievements of the Immortal Realm are far more than these. One of the most important symbols of the Human Immortal Realm is longevity! !
The physical body is flawless, the fist intent is materialized, and both the spirit and the physical body have almost reached the peak, and the result is longevity.

And there is often a saying among martial arts that only immortals die in battle, never immortals who die of old age! !

"The general has lived forever!!!"

Ji Bofu's scalp was a little numb, his family knew his own affairs, his longevity was all dependent on the Atlas of the Gods, and Yu Juluo's longevity was all based on his own cultivation, which is really too amazing.

The corners of Yu Juluo's mouth raised unconsciously, but he still said with an indifferent attitude: "What is longevity, we have just entered the realm of immortality, and we are still far away from longevity, but if we live for hundreds of years, it shouldn't be so. what is the problem."

The corner of Ji Bofu's mouth twitched slightly, look at what you're talking about, you've lived for hundreds of years.
"Then you said just now that you don't know if you can live 100 years?"

Yu Juluo spread out his hands and said: "It's one thing to live for hundreds of years, but it's another thing to be able to live safely until the end of life. If we are beaten to death, who will happen in the future? That's right."

Ji Bofu took a deep breath and sat down. He was already immortal and immortal. Compared with him, Yu Juluo's "longevity" is not worth the shock.

Picking up the teacup, he poured a big gulp of hot tea, Chuck, Daoist is so envious! ! !
Compared to Ji Bofu who shouted that he didn't care, but was envious of death in his heart, Yu Juluo really didn't care about his own longevity.

Wufu is an existence that fights against heaven and earth, and my way is free and straight. It is not uncommon for one day to die for one's own way. Besides, there have been so many immortals since ancient times, and I have never seen a single immortal who has survived to the present.

The overlord realm is even higher than the human immortal level, isn't it also dead.

It's just a mere longevity, it's really not worth mentioning.

Ji Bofu suddenly thought of a question, "General, shouldn't it be time for you to search for some gods?"

Yu Juluo's eyes lit up and said, "Do you have any news about the fetish?"

Ji Bofu blinked his eyes and said: "Don't be in a hurry, let's do the math when the poor road is free in two days."

"The little daoist must hurry up, we are short of fetishes now!!"

Yu Juluo grinned very happily. With the fetish, he could place it in his acupoints to absorb the essence of the fetish and evolve himself.

This is the way of cultivating immortals, and right now he is worrying about where to find the gods.

In the evening, Yu Juluo asked his servants to cook a large table of dishes, and had a great meal with Ji Bofu, both of them were drunk.

Dazed, Ji Bofu walked to the room that Li's second son had prepared for him, and fell asleep soundly with his arms around the limp Li Xiuning.

On the second day, Yujuluo arranged for someone to take Empress Xiao and others to the manor that Yujuluo had arranged in advance, while he floated out of Zhuojun City with a nine-knotted spear in his hand and went straight to the mountains and forests.

At noon, Ji Bofu was standing under a magnificent mountain, his eyes full of nostalgia.

At that time, Yu Juluo picked him up from this position, and he was also directly slapped down by the master's sleeve. It was only a few months down the mountain, but it seemed like a long time.

The nine-knotted spear in his hand floated above his head with a clear light, and all kinds of formations and prohibitions of various colors gave way to a deep path along the way.

Walking on the path, Ji Bofu sighed: "The patriarchs are really afraid of death, because they are afraid that others will find the mountain gate."

With his Yinshen state, if he didn't have a nine-knot battle, he wouldn't be able to climb the mountain, and there would only be a dead end to force his way through the mountain gate, which is outrageous.

After walking up the mountain, the bronze hall exuding a savage atmosphere came into view, but at this moment, the whole body of the bronze hall was wrapped in ice crystals, emitting colorful rays of light under the sunlight, which was very beautiful.

Ji Bofu had already gotten used to it, which was why he moved out of the Bronze Hall, and he didn't want to be frozen to death in his sleep.

He walked around to the back of the bronze hall, looked at the golden ears of wheat and sighed. Although he knew that the master would not help him harvest the Lingya rice, he still felt a little distressed after seeing it. The ears of wheat are about to sink to the ground.

He turned his head and went directly to the wooden house next to the Bronze Hall to take out a jade sickle, rolled up his sleeves, lifted the front of the Taoist robe and stuffed it into the waistband of his trousers, and began to harvest the Lingma rice.

When I was hungry, I sat on the ridge of the field and ate Lingya rice. When I was thirsty, I took out the Lingquan water to drink. When the last ray of the setting sun disappeared, the last crop of Lingya rice was cut off by a sharp sickle.

After putting all the Lingya rice into the Qiankun bag, the ice crystals wrapped outside the bronze hall turned into crystal shatters and dissipated in the air.

Ji Bofu was overjoyed, and hurried to the main entrance of the Bronze Hall, and slammed the door loudly: "Master, your only disciple is back, open the door!!"

A gap that only allowed one person to pass quietly appeared in the bronze hall, and Ji Bofu quickly stepped into it.

As soon as he entered the Bronze Hall, he saw Huangfu Qinghui sitting high on the altar, put down his rolled up sleeves and bowed his front, bowed and said: "Master is well, I wish Master an early ascension to immortality!!"

Huangfu Qinghui looked at Ji Bofu standing below with no expression on her face, and said coldly: "It's grown taller!!"

(End of this chapter)