Great Dao Ji

The violent wind disappeared, and the dark clouds dispersed.

An Qisheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the boiling blood slowly calmed down.

Pang Wanyang's punch was almost like a crushing blow to the void. Under the head-on collision, he was equivalent to using his body to fight against the world for several miles, and naturally he suffered a huge pressure.

However, his body was extremely strong, and he had just completed his horizontal training. This punch could not hurt his foundation.

As he exhaled a breath of turbid air, the slight injuries in the tiny parts of his body had slowly recovered.

"Brother?"

Yun Haitian came forward, slightly worried.

"After all, it's just one blow. The body of a sheep snake and the meridians can't bear his full strength. This blow can't hurt me."

An Qisheng waved his hand slightly.

"Isn't it the day of February 2nd of the year after next that Master Yixiu challenged Pang Wanyang to a duel?"

Wang Jianglong looked at the three seals.

Sanyin nodded solemnly and looked at An Qisheng:

"Master, the master asked Pang Wanyang to fight on February 2nd. I'm afraid Pang Wanyang invited you to go. I'm afraid there is another hidden reason."

The faces of the other monks were not good either.

A ray of divine will has such martial arts in his body. How powerful should his real body, which is still tens of thousands of miles away, be?

Even if they have confidence in the master, these monks can't help but have some shadows in their hearts.

"I'm afraid there will be many people he invites to watch the battle."

An Qisheng glanced at the people from Wanjian Villa in the crowd and said calmly:

"Mu Qingfeng, Zhuanlun Wang, Baiyue Zhenren and other great masters are probably also among the spectators."

Sanyin and others nodded slightly. They had also received similar news.

"Is this a matter of life and death, or death if it fails?"

An Qisheng looked at the sea of ​​clouds and said to himself.

Then he took a step forward under the crowd of people.

He stood in front of the Tai Chi diagram, his white robe was slightly torn, and the huge square was in a mess.

But many martial artists did not look down on him, and they were all in awe.

Even Pang Wanyang could not hurt him. Such strength was enough to shake the world.

"Thank you for your shock."

An Qisheng pressed his palm lightly, and the invisible energy had suppressed the dust and airflow on the field:

"Today, I will establish the King's Power, and you will witness it with the heaven and earth!"

The mighty sound waves echoed in the sky, and could be heard for dozens of miles.

The top of the King's Power Mountain was silent at first, and then countless people bowed their hands together:

"We congratulate the Grandmaster for founding a sect!"

The top of the Six Prisons Holy Mountain.

In the gate of the Six Prisons Demon Sect, which was like a village, there seemed to be a flash of thunder and then disappear.

At the edge of the ten-thousand-foot ice peak, Pang Wanyang, dressed in a green shirt, stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the three suns looming in the endless rolling sea of ​​clouds.

He looked so carefully that he seemed to want to absorb the sun into his eyes.

"Yin is born from Yang, Yang is born from Yin, Tai Chi, Tai Chi, can Yin and Yang be united?"

Pang Wanyang's mind was wandering, as if he saw the Taoist on the top of Wangquan Mountain tens of thousands of miles away.

An indescribable feeling lingered in his heart.

For tens of thousands of years, many great masters have chosen Taiyin Wuji or Taiyang Wuji. It's not that no one has chosen to practice both, but let's not talk about the dilemma.

Just say that any one of them can reach the peak and have the hope of becoming a heavenly being, so why practice both?

He once thought so.

But this time, he saw the Tai Chi diagram tens of thousands of miles away through the divine will, and his heart couldn't help but tremble.

What would it be like if Taiyin Wuji and Taiyang Wuji were together?

"Unfortunately, it's too late"

Pang Wanyang sighed slightly.

Yin and Yang coexist in the human god. If one is chosen, the other must be consumed. This is what is called "Yin is strong and Yang is weak, Yang is strong and Yin is weak".

The moment he achieved Taiyin Wuji, there was no Yang in his "god".

As for Yin is extreme and Yang is born

Huh~

Amidst the whistling air, a figure in white came and landed ten feet behind Pang Wanyang, saying softly:

"Why is the sect leader sighing?"

"Bai Lian!"

Pang Wanyang stood with his hands behind his back, speaking gently:

"Disband the Demon Sect!"

"What?"

Madam Bai Lian's body trembled, and her beautiful eyes were full of surprise.

He wanted to ask, but Pang Wanyang had already stepped into the rolling clouds.

He sat cross-legged, floating with the three suns in the sea of ​​clouds.

Time was like water, and a month had passed in a flash. The ice and snow between heaven and earth melted, and all things revived. The mountains and rivers were once again dotted with green and red.

On the top of Wangquan Mountain, the once damaged stone slabs have long been re-laid neatly.

But the huge Wangquan Road is still empty.

After An Qisheng founded his sect, countless people came to learn from him, but he did not accept any disciples.

Except for Jiang Tingting and Zhang Haohao, even Liu Ming and Sun En were not accepted as his disciples.

Instead, some refugees who could not afford to eat nearby were recruited by Tieshan as chores and were able to have a foothold in Wangquan Road.

The backyard of Wangquan Road is also the original site of the Taoist temple that was once burned to ashes.

An Qisheng sat cross-legged under a bare old tree, facing the rising sun, as if absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.

This old tree was almost burned to charcoal by the bandits of Shewang Mountain, but with the coming of spring, the old tree actually sprouted branches again.

But under his aura, it regained vitality.

As the breeze blew, the omnipresent spiritual energy of heaven and earth penetrated into his body.

How to derive true energy from internal force, purify and refine it through Tianyi Pearl, and then join the extremely complicated circulation of energy channels.

It goes round and round, endlessly.

"Inner Qi, internal force, true energy, Qi pulse, divine pulse"

An Qisheng was thinking in his heart.

The reason why he doesn't accept disciples is naturally not because he has too high standards and looks down on these apprentices, nor is it because he is afraid that there are spies from other forces among them.

It's that he hasn't completely sorted out a training system yet.

A complete set of sect inheritance should include fists, palms, fingers, legs, inner qi skills, internal force skills, true qi skills, qi pulse skills, divine pulse skills, lifting and vertical skills, horizontal martial arts, swords, guns and sticks Waiting for the exercises to be included.

Without such a complete set of inheritance, would you dare to establish a sect?

Although any Qi Meridian possesses many martial arts skills, how many people can establish a sect?

Is it impossible?

I don’t dare!

If you dare to pass on the martial arts you learned from other sects today, someone will come knocking on your door the next day.

Although An Qisheng didn't care.

But he is not that shameless to pass on the martial arts of other sects.

Therefore, whether it is to sort out what he has learned, or to inherit the royal power, he must summarize a martial arts system.

The so-called foundation is the foundation of the sect and also the foundation of oneself.

The person who learns things the fastest is often not one who studies hard and practices hard, but one who teaches it to others.

call!

suck!

Amidst the inaudible breathing, a figure climbed over the wall and landed in the backyard.

"call!"

The person who came here had excellent Qinggong and made no sound at all, just like a civet cat walking on tiptoes.

He slightly felt the invisible, yet real aura. His body relaxed and he felt that every detail of his body became very active.

Moving infuriating energy is faster than before.

Even if it’s not my first experience, it’s still a bit incredible.

Only in this aura, ordinary people can live to the end of their lives without illness or disaster, and it is not impossible to live a hundred years.

If you travel around the world, it is not impossible to be regarded as a god.

"The roads extend in all directions and the doors are wide open. Why does Master Yun prefer to climb over the wall?"

An Qisheng opened his eyes and looked at the person.

Dressed in dusty attire, with a long knife hanging on his waist, it was none other than Yundong Liu, whom he had not seen for a long time.

After the members of the Chivalry Sect left, he suddenly appeared in the King's Quan Dao. He had nowhere to go and nowhere to go.

"I'm probably used to it."

Yun Dongliu's voice was a little hoarse and he still hadn't returned to his original appearance.

But compared to the lifeless and despairing look before, it is much better.

"Your teacher doesn't hold any grudge against you."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

But he also knew that this was a knot in Yun Dongliu's heart, not a question of forgiveness or not.

"Under the circumstances that day, the teacher never hurt me, so I knew he had forgiven me, but"

A look of desolation flashed across Yun Dongliu's face, but he did not want to talk too much about the matter and instead said:

"But you, with your current status, why do you need to care about ordinary people?"

"Who said that if you are good at martial arts, you have to be generous?"

An Qisheng smiled.

Whether you are practicing martial arts or seeking Taoism, you will not be able to practice without emotions and desires, but you will not be affected by any desires and be able to make the most accurate choices at all times.

It’s not about being self-indulgent, refusing to hit back, refusing to retaliate when scolded, or pretending to be generous after suffering a loss.

How to repay kindness with evil?

"As you wish."

Yun Dongliu obviously had no interest in bullying ordinary people, he just said:

"Then Zhen Rencha, after I scattered all his wealth, he fainted several times because of anger. When he woke up, he was also stupid. Although, all his belongings only amounted to 1,200 taels of silver."

"A lot."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

For people in the Jianghu, money comes easily. Although the Chivalry Sect does not have much industry, even if it is reduced to a hunter, with Yundongliu's martial arts skills, he can still sell a few big insects for a thousand taels every day. Silver.

Naturally, he would not take this mere 1,200 taels of silver seriously. In fact, this amount of money is enough for a family of five to have enough food and clothing for a lifetime.

By analogy with Daxuan, it is also more than five million Daxuan coins.

Can the average person save this amount despite spending extravagantly?

More than half of it is the legacy of Wang Quan.

It was because he was tricked by this bastard that he almost starved to death in this Taoist temple along with those two little guys as soon as he crossed over.

Yun Dongliu shook his head:

"It's just a small punishment but a big warning. Without the money, he would be more miserable than death."

An Qisheng seemed to be aware of it and looked at Sun En, who was quietly sizing him up at the door of the courtyard, and his eyes suddenly moved.

Buzz~

The spirit flickers slightly and rises suddenly.

In a daze, he seemed to see a magical sword that looked like a real dragon stepping on a bird.

It flashed by.

Chapter 3 is here, this chapter is very late, good night everyone!