From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Guniu Dagang and Daxueping.

Thunder rumbled in the sky.

A mighty white river flows up along the mountain, filled with the noble spirit of scholars.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng took one step forward and went straight into the celestial realm from the second level.

When he lands, he has the demeanor of a Confucian sage.

"When you feel injustice in your heart, you will resonate with the heaven and earth."

Xuanyuan Dapan walked out of the attic, his eyes filled with admiration and murderous intent, "It seems that you are indeed more talented in studying than in martial arts."

On the mountaintop pavilion of Huishan hangs a huge plaque with six powerful characters “Enjoying the Pure Bliss of Land Alone” inscribed on it.

The Xuanyuan family has been in power for five hundred years, so they deserve this evaluation.

But "exclusive enjoyment" means that there is no room for two tigers in one mountain.

In Xuanyuan Dapan's heart, the murderous intent had completely overwhelmed his admiration for his grandson.

"In the eyes of the ancestor, is aptitude so important? How many families in the world are as filthy as us? The ancestor's knowledge is shit. Today, Jingcheng dares to compete with you in your own way."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng took the lead, his sleeves flying.

Confucian disciples have achieved success in their cultivation and have used the power of heaven and earth for their own benefit.

In an instant, six hundred-meter tornadoes rose from the ground, sweeping away six cascading waterfalls, creating the unparalleled scenery of six dragons drawing water.

The tornado moved forward like a knife or a sword, leaving no grass anywhere it passed. Lu Baijie protected Xu Zhihu and hurried down the mountain. The attic was reduced to rubble in the blink of an eye.

Xuanyuan Dapan laughed heartily, the blood of the half-step Martial Saint boiling, he punched out, and the icy cold from the extreme positive pole to the negative pole froze six tornadoes to death. The icy blue light from his fist shone brightly in the night sky, and even the Longhu Mountain next door could see it clearly.

Guniu Dagang dropped an inch out of thin air.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng waved his hand again, and the cuffs of his scholar's robe shattered.

The six tornadoes reunite, more powerful than before.

Xuanyuan Dapan rushed forward, but was stopped by Tornado and his already thin clothes became extremely tattered.

"You are not just an ordinary Confucian saint. Who gave you such great Confucian luck?"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng chuckled and coughed up blood. He was grateful to Mr. Cao for "borrowing books", which allowed him to successfully ascend to the level of a Confucian sage. In the past, he would have been able to dominate the world.

"My generation of Confucian scholars have their predecessors paving the way for us."

The two sides fought for more than two hundred moves.

The Half-Step Martial Saint battled the Confucian Saint to perfection, and there was no clear winner.

Xuanyuan Dapan's heart seemed to be on fire, he was extremely angry and resentful. The fighting power of the people from the three religions should be one level weaker, and he should have the advantage. However, his breakthroughs in recent days were too rapid, and he did not have enough Yuan Yin to completely transform the masculinity in his body. He was in a critical period and was actually slightly worse than a normal half-step Martial Saint.

"In the past, there was a spring breeze that froze young men to death. I think that is how ugly you are now, Old Ancestor. Even if there are thousands of cauldrons and furnaces, is there a woman with a face as rosy as yours?"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng sang with a hearty laugh, looking very happy.

"A Confucian scholar who keeps the classics will grow old if he neglects them. Traveling to the mountains and seas, why should he sweep his white hair? The old osmanthus tree is sad, and he does not see his wife and daughter smiling. Wars block the Huishan Mountain, and jackals and tigers fill the towers and forts. Corpses pile up and rot in the spring field, and blood swells the Fenghao. How happy it is to bear the sad wind and look up at the blue sky. Old ancestor, Jingcheng is not here to compete with you!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng looked up at the sky, his black hair melting into snow, and he looked as if he had been immersed in ancient books for years and had become extremely old.

Life is summed up in just six sentences, and there will be no regrets.

"Please invite our ancestor to ascend to heaven!"

Xuanyuan Dapan could only punch faster.

Suddenly, a massive bolt of lightning as thick as a mountain fell from the sky, destroying the spring rain, tornadoes, and fist energy. There was only the bright light of lightning between heaven and earth, and everything was completely blown up in white.

After dozens of breaths, Guniu Dagang suddenly collapsed.

After the lightning, there was a punch that pushed back the rain curtain by dozens of feet.

Xuanyuan Dapan punched towards the sky. Although his body was covered with wounds, he was full of vigor and vitality. The surging force of his fist evaporated the blood, and the spirit of a warrior from the immortal realm on earth was fully revealed.

"When I was twenty, my grandfather asked me what fist was. I beat him half to death and then said fist was me. Later, I saw Wang Xiu's romantic style and took up a spear and entered the martial arts world. I was defeated, so I gave up the spear and learned sword. I was defeated again, so I gave up the sword and learned knife. I was defeated again, so I gave up knife and practiced dual cultivation. Today, I am defeated again."

The so-called masculinity and femininity in Xuanyuan Dapan's body quickly faded, but his aura became more and more peaceful, and his land immortal realm quickly stabilized. Since the dual cultivation was only for martial arts, the useless things now could be thrown away. "I am sorry for you, I am sorry for my grandfather's teachings. How dare we martial artists take shortcuts? How can we give in to strong enemies? Swords, spears, and halberds are useless. A pair of fists is enough. Let Qingfeng go. Your wife took the initiative to find me. She is really a piece of shit. Ersun is dead, anyway, her qualifications are useless. In the future, the Xuanyuan family will definitely dominate the martial arts world. I will also wait for a younger generation who beats me to death like my grandfather did."

Xuanyuan Dapan shook his head and chuckled.

"I should have been more patient with you."

There was no answer, because Xuanyuan Jingcheng was already dead.

Xuanyuan Dapan turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly turned back.

At the foot of Huishan Mountain, I saw a bloody smoke rising straight into the sky. Even in the hazy mist, the bloodiness and violence it emitted was like a bright moon in the sky.

He is actually the Duke of Ji, who is second only to the world!
Someone took a step forward, and his speed reached the peak.

But the second step is even faster.

Accelerating step by step at the peak, making the rainy night as hot as fire!
The mighty river water was pulled by the Qi and began to flow upstream.

Zhao Huangchao, who was secretly in the dark, was horrified and retreated three hundred feet.

Several Heavenly Masters on Mount Longhu were facing a formidable enemy, and hundreds of disciples were in a state of panic as if a disaster was imminent.

That man clearly wanted to take over the world and kill all the warriors!
The two great Vajra bodies were revealed, flowing in one breath for a distance of 1,600 miles. There were no python robes, no spears, and no secret techniques, only a perfect divine will remained.

When we reached halfway up the mountain, countless buildings collapsed in advance and served as steps. There were no people in sight, only a fierce dragon rising into the sky.

"Well done!"

Xuanyuan Dapan laughed out loud. A quarter of an hour ago, he would definitely run away when he saw this scene, but he abandoned his gun, sword, and knife, and gave up his dual cultivation. At this moment, he only had his fists that he was unwilling to put down even if he died.

If he died, he would die. After practicing martial arts for a hundred years, was he going to give up martial arts?

"Who says warriors like me can't be romantic?"

At this moment, Xuanyuan Dapan actually advanced instead of retreating.

Before he entered the double cultivation barrier, he was already a celestial warrior who fought his way up step by step. Or it could be said that it was because he was too obsessed that he fell into the desperate barrier of repeated defeats.

"Duke Ji, taste my fist when I was twenty years old!"

Between heaven and earth, two white lines collided in mid-air.

Xuanyuan Dapan was caught off guard and was about to deliver the same heroic punch that he had delivered before he entered the martial arts world to the second best in the world.

The fist is me!

Unfortunately, the opponent was totally arrogant and just kept punching upwards, as if the enemy was actively rushing towards him.

The two sides exchanged punches.

It was as if a meteor fell straight into Guniu Dagang.

Then, under the rain, a magnificent sight occurred in which the top of Huishan Mountain and the six waterfalls were shattered.

Thick ripples spread out on the vacuum plane in mid-air.

At the upstream river bank, Zhao Huangchao returned immediately after the questioning fist was over, wanting to confirm the life or death of the two. Between breaths, a trace of blood actually flowed out from the corner of his mouth. Now, the Huishan territory is full of overflowing fist energy targeting those above the Tianxiang realm.

In the field of vision, the Duke destroyed an entire mountain with one punch.

Huishan, Jiang Yuan walked among the ruins as if it were flat ground and found the broken body of Xuanyuan Dapan.

If the other party is still a half-baked person, he doesn't mind launching a sneak attack to satisfy his own interests.

But since he dares to say that he will die, he deserves to be put to death.

It’s just that a punch delivered by a warrior from the immortal realm on land, who has reached the pinnacle of martial arts in his life, is indeed very powerful.

Jiang Yuan looked down at his bloody right hand.

In terms of specific strength, it is comparable to the Solar Term Sword which is slightly half a level higher than the Heavenly Man level.

(End of this chapter)