Martial Arts: the Text of the Cultivation Method of Immortal Cultivation is Deduced at the Beginning

　　The surroundings were deserted.

　　Beside him, there was a white-robed man with curly hair silently watching the scenery in the water.

　　"San, you have a big problem with your intelligence this time. You have been guarding Chen Changsheng for a few months and haven't seen anyone and didn't say anything. In the end, you only arrested Yin Liting and didn't ask anything. I'm so disappointed!"

　　After a long time, Ah Da slapped his long sword, and the sky was filled with sword intent in the pavilion.

　　"I was lurking in Wudang for half a month, so Chen Changsheng couldn't get in touch, and couldn't detect the whereabouts of the Dragon Saber."

　　Asan frowned.

　　Hearing this, Ah Da sneered while holding the sword.

　　"Humph! Master Yuanzhen's plan to use the Dragon Slaying Sabre to cause disputes in the martial arts is about to be screwed up by you, and the plan has failed. The two of us can't eat and let's go!"

　　Asan heard the coldness in his words, and hurriedly said:

　　"I know. Didn't I break the man's arm with a diamond finger? Between Wudang and Shaolin, let's fan the flames again, and the two factions will collide, and the plan will not fail!"

　　"This is a good job." Ah Da chuckled.

　　Ah San nodded and laughed, "If Shaolin and Wudang fight, then the legendary Chen Xianren will eventually appear."

　　"Fairy?"

　　A Da held the long sword and pulled out the sword body with a light smile.

　　"Whether it is an immortal or not, as long as he appears, my eight-armed divine sword can kill him with one sword!"

　　Just when he was disdainful.

　　Suddenly, a thunderous voice came from outside:

　　"Chen Changsheng, get out of here, Ah Er and San!"

　　pat!

　　The palace was suddenly violent, and the rubble on the roof was slapped open and fell to the ground.

　　The two suddenly looked at each other, dumbfounded, and Ah Da said in disbelief, "How dare this person come here? Does he want to provoke the palace alone?".

Chapter 47

　　After Chen Changsheng drank those words.

　　The entire palace seemed to wake up from a sleep, and instantly boiled.

　　Countless people stuck their heads out of the room, and many figures came out of the palace like birds.

　　At the gate of the palace, some guards soon gathered.

　　Chen Changsheng stood arrogantly with his hands behind his back, his eyes were cold, and his clothes were free from wind.

　　Yin Liting was injured by the white-robed man's vajra finger, combined with the original work of the previous life and the dragon-slaying knife in his hand... let him know that it must be the work of A Er and San in the Western Regions.

　　I came here today, not only to anoint the black jade intermittently, but also to use this Ruyang Palace to tell the world—

　　He Chen Changsheng is not easy to provoke!

　　"Your Excellency, this is Prince Ruyang's mansion, the marshal's mansion. If you don't leave, kill without mercy!"

　　In front of the palace gate, the guard in strong suit shouted loudly.

　　Chen Changsheng didn't even look at this person, closed his eyes, and was extremely proud.

　　"The Han people hurry up, and I will kill you if you don't!" Immediately, a guard from the Yuan Dynasty pulled out the curved blade and said coldly.

　　Chen Changsheng finally shifted his gaze.

　　The guard thought this man was afraid, and just wanted to continue to ridicule a wave, but only saw the other side flick his hand.

　　The flames that rushed towards the face oscillated out.

　　Heat wave hits people!

　　The incomparably hot breath instantly turned the surrounding flowers and plants into black ashes,

　　In an instant!

　　All around Chen Changsheng, within thirty meters, was baptized by flames.

　　The more than a dozen Yuan people holding the swords on the side suddenly turned into a few black ashes, and when the wind blew, they drifted away with the wind, not knowing where they were going.

　　The surrounding people, the guards who were about to rush out from the back of the mansion, both eyes widened, and their eyes were full of horror!

　　Within [-] meters, there is no living person!

　　Everyone was so frightened that their faces turned pale, looking at Chen Changsheng as if they were looking at a demon!

　　"This... This hero, the lord is really not in the house today. If you have other matters, please discuss it another day." A man dressed as a housekeeper came out tremblingly and spoke.

　　But he didn't dare to get too close to Chen Changsheng, for fear of being turned to ashes by accident.

　　……

　　"You...you...you...the demon, leave now!" Behind the housekeeper, a Yuan Ren suddenly shouted in fear.

　　He is a native of Yuan, an immortal who knows the legend of the Central Plains martial arts, suddenly seeing this method, he only feels that he has met a demon!

　　Chen Changsheng frowned and waved his sleeves.

　　The flames flashed away, and the person instantly turned into a puddle of coke, scaring several people to quickly hold their mouths.

　　For fear of accidentally saying something and angering this evil star!

　　The scene suddenly quieted down.

　　In front of the huge palace, there was only one person, white clothes fluttering, a sword hanging from his waist, and his hands behind his back standing proudly.

　　He just stood here quietly.

　　Like a sword about to be unsheathed.

　　Everyone can feel the sharp split on the skin!

　　The movement here quickly attracted the attention of the patrolling Yuan soldiers, and nearly a hundred Yuan soldiers wearing iron armor and bows and arrows immediately surrounded them.

　　Seeing the reinforcements coming, there was a sound of joy in the palace.

　　"Haha, Chen Changsheng, for no reason to provoke the palace, no matter if you are an immortal or not, you must die under my sword!"

　　It didn't take long for a man in a white robe with a sword to emerge from the crowd in the palace. It was the eight-armed sword Fang Qiubai, or A Da.

　　Between the words, the imposing manner of the innate early stage is threatening.

　　The movement just now made him a little confused about Chen Changsheng, so after he had the support of Yuan soldiers, he thought that there would be no dead end under the siege and then jumped out.

　　"Get out. Tell Ah Er and Ah San to get out."

　　Chen Changsheng ignored this person and said indifferently.

　　"Chen Changsheng, how dare you be so arrogant!" Fang Qiubai was instantly furious, but cautiously did not take action himself. Instead, he pulled out his sword and shouted, "Commanders, this man rammed into the palace, why don't you do it?!"

　　Immediately, someone began to give orders, and the hundred Yuan soldiers bent bows and arrows in unison.

　　After that, hundreds of cold arrows pierced through the void, attacking and killing Chen Changsheng like raindrops.

　　The long arrow roared past, tearing the air apart, sending out a terrifying whistle.

　　Chen Changsheng still had that indifferent smile on his face.

　　However, the long sword worn on the waist suddenly unsheathed, turned into a thunder sword light, and ripped apart the sky!

　　Tear!

　　The sword energy exploded and disappeared in a flash!

　　Really like lightning.

　　The people present only felt a flash in front of their eyes, and they fixed their eyes to see that Chen Changsheng was still standing on the spot, with the long sword still sheathed at his waist.

　　It doesn't seem to have started at all.

　　However, not only the arrows flying around were annihilated by the sword light, but all the Yuan soldiers on the side even widened their eyes, and a blood line appeared in each of their throats.

　　Blood spurted out, and his body fell to the ground.

　　More than a hundred people, separated by dozens of meters, were killed by a sword!

　　Not one of the people present could even see clearly how Chen Changsheng drew his sword.

　　His sword was drawn too fast!

　　"I'm so arrogant, how are you doing?"

　　Chen Changsheng smiled calmly.

　　"you you..."

　　Fang Qiubai was sweating coldly, and the hand that pointed at Chen Changsheng was trembling and trembling.

　　Although he is known as the Eight-Armed Divine Sword, compared to today's Chen Changsheng's swordsmanship, how dare he claim to be the Divine Sword!

　　The other party's method has scared him even more!

　　No longer dare to say the words of killing the immortal with one sword in front of the waterside pavilion just now.

　　"So that's the case, is there only one person here?"

　　Suddenly, Chen Changsheng swept his spiritual thoughts and found that Asan was the only one hiding in the palace.

　　The purpose of coming here to stand up has been achieved, and Chen Changsheng doesn't want to stay here for a long time. In case a large number of troops are attracted, he can't fight head-on.

　　So, with a wave of his sleeves, Fang Qiubai's body suddenly ignited a bright flame.

　　"Forgive...forgive me...ah..."

　　Fang Qiubai was wrapped in flames, wailing endlessly, and finally turned into coke.

　　The people around were so frightened by this appearance that they crawled away.

　　Chen Changsheng walked leisurely into the palace, and finally walked into a waterside pavilion.

　　The lotus leaves in the pond are green, and the willow leaves on both sides are lightly swinging, which is a pleasant place.