Great Dao Ji

"Who? Could it be Li Yan?"

An Qisheng was shocked, but he felt relieved in an instant.

Li Yan is a sensible and alert person, and he would not catch up so quickly if he knew something was wrong.

After regaining his composure, he looked up and saw a man standing quietly under the night cover hundreds of meters away, in the faint moonlight.

"Foreigner?"

An Qisheng's eyes were very good, and he looked through the faint moonlight.

He was a tall white man, probably not close to two meters tall, with long hands and long legs, and a pair of blue eyes that shone brightly in the moonlight.

He stood quietly in the moonlight, in perfect harmony with the surrounding environment, as if he was not here, but that he was supposed to be there.

This feeling was somewhat familiar to him.

It seems to be very similar to the aura of Xue Zheng, Taoist Juechen.

"Can you cultivate to this level in such a ghost place? Not bad, very good."

Tong Zhengyang looked at the visitor, slightly surprised:

"You are also good at concealing your whereabouts."

"Blood like a dragon, what a powerful body!"

Under the moonlight, the white man held his hands in the distance and spoke in a well-spoken Daxuan dialect:

"My name is Potter. I come from the distant empire where the sun never sets. I have met this alien sir."

With ordinary people separated by hundreds of meters, the sound will inevitably be distorted and blurred.

But the Porter's voice was not loud, but it was extremely condensed. It was clear and loud across hundreds of meters of night wind.

It's like making a sound close to the ear.

"alien?"

Tong Zhengyang chewed on these three words and couldn't help but nodded:

"According to what you said, that's correct."

He used the soul-stealing method to know a lot of common sense about this world, but it was not comprehensive. It can only be said that he had a slight understanding.

But these three words are easy to understand.

Potter?

An Qisheng remembered who this person was.

When Mu Longcheng came to power, he completely purged the masters who opposed him in the Begging Society. In the following thirty years, he collected a number of masters.

Including himself, there were three leaders in total.

This Potter seems to be the second leader of the Begging Society.

Legend has it that he is a master of great strength. Now it seems that it is more than just that.

"It's such an honor to meet you."

Potter's eyes were very bright, more dazzling than the moonlight:

"For more than ten years, I have been looking for power beyond the ordinary. It seems that I have finally found it."

As the foreigner spoke, a wave of heat came over him.

In An Qisheng's perception, the foreigner named Porter was like a blazing furnace, with a surging and terrifying aura.

"Power beyond the ordinary?"

Tong Zhengyang seemed to be very interested in this white man, and smiled when he heard this:

"It depends on how you define this power! In my world, only heavenly beings are transcendent. To you, maybe I am also transcendent."

"Heaven?"

Potter's eyes became deep and reserved, covering his deep desire:

"What is your world like?"

His spirit has long been enlightened, and it is instinct to seek good fortune and avoid disaster. He had already realized the huge dangers involved in this trip before he came, and almost escaped death.

Mu Longcheng even left him a warning, 'If you encounter someone in black, retreat ten miles'.

It means that within ten miles, he can't escape.

But he came anyway.

In fact, he had been searching for the person in front of him in the vast ocean for more than several months.

Many people didn't believe the few videos circulated by the Golden Eagle Empire, but some people believed them, such as him.

"What's the point of telling you?"

Tong Zhengyang let out a long sigh.

If he had a choice, he would rather face the killing orders from Wang Quan Dao and Huang Jue Temple than to survive in such a spiritual place.

Unfortunately, I can't go back.

Only heavenly beings can break the void, and the distance between him and heavenly beings is ten times greater than the gap between ordinary people in this world and himself.

When he thought of this, Tong Zhengyang felt a little unmotivated and waved his hand casually:

"It's not easy for you to reach this level. I won't kill you today. Go back."

"Do you not want to kill me, or are you unable to kill me?"

Under the moonlight, Potter stood with his hands down, warning signs in his heart surged like a tidal wave.

But his face was as deep as the sea, and his blue eyes were solemn.

After taking such a huge risk, he would naturally not retreat like this.

"Hahaha!"

Hearing this, Tong Zhengyang burst into laughter:

"Although you have refined your muscles, bones, skin, flesh, organs, marrow, and blood, my Qi and meridians are already intact. If you are like this, I don't want to kill too many people!"

Amidst the long laughter, Tong Zhengyang's words suddenly became cold, as if the middle of winter had descended on the earth, blowing up a shrill cold current:

"In this way, if you don't die with one move, I will answer your question!"

Boom!

There were bursts of thunder on the flat ground, like a supersonic aircraft passing by at low altitude.

The strong wind blew out the blazing bonfire, causing the surrounding vegetation to scatter in all directions.

An Qisheng was dressed in ragged clothes, and the air flow cut through his sportswear like a knife.

His feet were so strong that he weighed a thousand pounds on his waist, and his calves were sunk deep into the soil to prevent him from being blown over to the ground.

But he didn't care about this. When the roar sounded, he had already looked at the white man hundreds of meters away.

Because he had been prepared, he finally saw Tong Zhengyang's movements clearly this time.

He looked carefully.

From the time he sat cross-legged and laughed, to when he crossed hundreds of meters and struck out with a palm, it almost only took two seconds!

Its speed is close to, even reaching the speed of sound!

How strong a body can be to burst out such a terrifying speed?

Danger!

Danger!

As early as when Tong Zhengyang laughed, the crisis in Potter's heart had reached its peak.

And the next moment, he saw the incredibly fierce Tong Zhengyang who was whistling with the rolling wind.

The huge crisis in his heart was like a volcanic eruption.

I saw that palm slapping, falling from the sky, as if covering the moon, covering the night, and bringing a darkness deeper than the night!

Retreat!

Retreat!

Retreat!

There seemed to be a shell exploding under Potter's feet, and the earth and rocks were flying. He swept back dozens of meters. At the same time as his feet were connected, his arms were raised.

One left push, one right embrace, like embracing Tai Chi, like embracing Yin and Yang.

The airflow visible to the naked eye gathered in front of him, his arms danced, like a big spider weaving a web, and the energy in his body was surging and vibrating endlessly.

The sound of blood flowing directly penetrated his body, like a river hitting the shore and a surging sea.

At the same time, his already tall body became more upright, and the blue veins under his fair skin rose like dragons and snakes, like a layer of iron armor covering his body.

Porter retreated seven steps, but just after retreating a few hundred meters, Tong Zhengyang had already slapped him with a palm.

Boom!

The airflow was violent in an instant, like a cannonball exploding in the air.

The airflow visible to the naked eye spread out in all directions like a shock wave, and stirred up countless soil and sand.

An Qisheng, who was hundreds of meters away from the place where the two collided, seemed to feel the vibration of the earth.

Bang!

With a dull low sound, a figure was thrown far away in the airflow.

Porter flew backwards in the air, his body fell, and broke the big tree beside the road, and then "tengtengteng" stepped back seven or eight steps on the ground in a row before he barely stopped.

In front of him, the ground cracked and spread for a thousand meters, as if a herd of giant elephants ran wildly past, leaving a mess.

At the end of the ruins, Tong Zhengyang was still sitting cross-legged, as if he had not moved at all!

An Qisheng was shaken by what he saw. From the time Tong Zhengyang attacked to the time he returned, his speed was so fast that it was simply shocking. The air pressure brought by his speed explosion was so strong that he could hardly hold his thousand-pound weight.

"Puff!"

Potter opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of black blood, and his face instantly lost all its redness.

The black blood spurted out, like boiling water falling to the ground, emitting hot steam.

Potter swayed and stood up straight.

His face was pale, his eyes dimmed, and the two arms blocking in front of him were broken and bent, and the crystal white bones inside could be seen faintly.

The clothes on his chest seemed to evaporate, and a clear big handprint was left there.

"You lost."

Tong Zhengyang flicked his fingers as if nothing had happened.

He knew his strength well. Although he was seriously injured and could not exert his full strength, his palm was enough to penetrate the steel weapon called Tank.

Although the white man's physical vitality was the strongest he had ever seen in this world, his internal organs were broken by his palm and he would not live for long.

No one in this world should be able to save him.

"I didn't lose."

Potter's internal organs seemed to be burned by fire, and his whole body was in pain, but his face did not change.

He looked directly at Tong Zhengyang and said calmly:

"I am not dead now. I took this palm."