Great Dao Ji

"It's time to fight!"

As early as when the two were talking, An Qisheng grabbed Feng Mingtao and retreated to a distance.

Feng Mingtao wanted to watch the fight from a closer distance, but he only felt a whistling fist wind, like thunder coming out of the mountains, exploding in his ears.

He almost fell to the ground, and was shocked.

"This old Taoist priest is so fierce!"

An Qisheng's eyelids jumped.

He saw it clearly. When the Taoist Juechen took a step, the distance under his feet seemed to lose its meaning. When his big hand like a palm fan was clenched, it seemed that thunder exploded from his palm!

And this thunder was even mixed with spiritual power, even covering his ears was useless.

Bang!

In the midst of the thunder, Taoist Juechen threw a punch from top to bottom.

Taoist Juechen was two meters tall and had a strong body. When he threw this punch, it seemed to be surrounded by thunder. In the whistling wind and rain, it was really like the thunder god in the sky punishing.

"There is a saying in ancient times that Taoists use their palms to send out thunder. Brother Dao's technique, in the eyes of ordinary people, is already considered palm thunder."

In the drizzle blown by the strong wind, Mu Longcheng sighed slightly and stretched out his hand behind his back.

When Mu Longcheng turned his back to the crowd, no one noticed, but when he made a move, An Qisheng saw something.

His palms were slender and white, and his five fingers were round and full like jade and crystal. You can even see the blood vessels and blood flowing in them!

It's really like glass crystal!

Huh~

His movements were neither fast nor slow, but he blocked the punch of Taoist Juechen that was like a punishment from the Thunder God.

For such invincible masters as them, any tricks are meaningless. Only a head-on fight can really determine the winner!

Bang!

The fists and palms intersected.

Visible strong winds blew the rain backwards, spreading around the two people like a concentric circle.

More than ten meters away, An Qisheng could feel the strong wind blowing in his face, and the raindrops hit his skin like hidden weapons, causing pain!

"This is the indestructible God!"

An Qisheng was shocked and retreated one after another.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

An Qisheng stepped down the stone steps and saw the whistling wind and thunder on the high platform. The drizzle was blown high by the air waves raised by the collision between the two people, as if there was an invisible glass cover on the high platform of the golden palace!

"This is the fight between the grandmasters!"

Feng Mingtao was excited and wanted to step forward but was still scared.

The other people were all like this.

Although they were also boxers, they had never seen the indestructible grandmasters fight.

Unfortunately, with their kung fu, let alone learning anything from the fight between the two, they couldn't even see it clearly.

Only An Qisheng, although he couldn't see the fight between the two, was not too anxious.

As long as he experienced this battle, he could watch it again and again in the future, so there was no need to rush.

Boom!

This battle did not last too long, about ten minutes before and after, everyone only heard a loud bang on the high platform, and then fell into silence.

Pitter-patter~

The air waves were quiet, and the drizzle fell again.

"The winner is decided?"

"Master Juechen"

"Can the Taoist beat Mu Longcheng?"

Under the stone steps, everyone was nervous, and saw Mu Longcheng slowly walking down from the high platform in the drizzle.

The brown black clothes were spotless, and the rain was avoided wherever he passed, and even when he raised and put down the flat soles of his cloth shoes, there was no water stain or dirt.

"Master Juechen lost!"

An Qisheng's heart sank slightly, although he had met Mu Longcheng and Master Juechen for the first time.

But compared to Mu Longcheng, he was more inclined to Taoist Master Juechen.

Tap, tap, tap~

The world was extremely quiet for a while, only the sound of footsteps in the drizzle sounded like drumbeats in everyone's hearts.

Including Feng Mingtao, everyone was tense and solemn, as if facing a great enemy.

Although Mu Longcheng was not a person who killed indiscriminately in the rumors, no one could be at ease in the face of such a great master.

Even without any hostility, several people felt that their bodies had lost control and could not move, and could only watch him walk down step by step.

"The mist on his face seemed to disappear"

Looking at Mu Longcheng walking down, An Qisheng's heart moved.

It was not until then that he could see the appearance of this contemporary first person.

His facial features were not outstanding, but they had a strange charm when combined together, which made people not feel bad at first sight.

Only the pair of indifferent and deep eyes made people feel cold in their hearts.

Huh~

Mu Longcheng stopped, not caring about the people who were facing a great enemy, and his eyes fell on An Qisheng:

"What's your name?"

An Qisheng trembled, and under Mu Longcheng's gaze, he suddenly felt the biting cold.

It was as if he had instantly come from the midsummer to the middle of winter, and was splashed with cold water!

Cold!

Cold!

Cold!

An Qisheng seemed to hear the groaning of his skin, and the biting cold seemed to freeze him completely from the depths of his bones!

"Hypnosis? Illusion? When, is it footsteps, or the sound of rain?"

An Qisheng clenched his teeth. He had studied psychology and had some knowledge and learning about hypnosis.

But he had never seen such a terrifying hypnosis, which made him fall into the dilemma of hypnosis while on guard.

This coldness is naturally fake, but if his consciousness thinks it is real, and his brain receives this signal, he will be frozen to death in this June drizzle!

Boom!

Just as An Qisheng was struggling to hold on, the coldness suddenly faded, and what followed was heat, scorching heat!

It was like being burned by flames and thrown into an oil pan!

The extreme change of cold and heat made him feel the real death at this moment!

I will die!

Die at this glance!

An Qisheng's heart was burning like fire. At this moment, he didn't care about anything else. With a thought, the panel representing Wang Honglin in his perspective shattered.

In a second, he fell into a dream!

"Interesting."

On the stone steps, Mu Longcheng smiled slightly and walked into the wind and rain again.

A few moments before and after, he disappeared.

"An Qisheng?"

As soon as Mu Longcheng left, Feng Mingtao hurried forward and patted An Qisheng.

In his opinion, Mu Longcheng only looked at An Qisheng, and An Qisheng's face turned pale first, as if he fell into an ice hole, and then his face turned red as blood, and his whole body was sweating.

"I'm fine."

An Qisheng came back to his senses, looked at the stone steps in the drizzle at the foot of the mountain, and gritted his teeth secretly.

If he hadn't had the method of entering dreams, it would have been really dangerous before.

"Really okay?"

Feng Mingtao was a little surprised and doubtful, and obviously guessed that An Qisheng might have been in danger before.

After all, he was not a brave man, but he was definitely not small. Even if he faced a great master who could see the gods, there was no reason for him to be scared and dare not move.

"It's okay."

An Qisheng wiped the rain from his forehead and face, and walked towards the Golden Palace:

"Go see Taoist Juechen."