The Great Tao Chronicle

"It's about to fight!"

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

Feng Mingtao wanted to get up close and watch the battle, but he felt a gust of fist wind whistling, as if thunder came out of the mountain, and banged in his ears.

He almost fell to the ground, and he couldn't help being horrified.

"This old Taoist is so fierce!"

An Qisheng's eyelids jumped.

He saw it very clearly, that Daoist Juechen stepped out one step, and the distance under his feet seemed to have lost its meaning. When the palm-like big hand was empty, it seemed as if thunder exploded from his palm!

And this thunder, even mixed with spiritual power, is of no avail even if you cover your ears.

boom!

Like thunder, Daoist Juechen threw a punch from top to bottom.

Daoist Juechen is two meters tall and has a majestic build. When he threw out this fist, it seemed to be surrounded by thunder, and the wind and rain were howling.

"In ancient times, there was sound transmission. Daoists used the palm of their hands to make thunder. In the eyes of ordinary people, this method of Daoist brother is already considered as palm thunder."

In the drizzle blown by the strong wind, Mu Longcheng praised slightly, and suddenly stretched out the palm behind his back.

When Mu Longcheng turned his back to the crowd, no one thought that An Qisheng could see something when he made his move.

His palms are slender and fair, and his five fingers are round and full like jade, and he can even see the blood vessels and even the blood flowing in them!

It's like a glass crystal!

huh~

His movements were neither hurried nor slow, but he parried the punch of Daoist Juechen like a thunder **** with no hesitation.

For the invincible masters like them, any tricks are meaningless. Only by fighting hard can the winner be truly determined!

boom!

Fist palms meet.

The strong wind visible to the naked eye blew the rain and flew backwards, spreading in circles around the two of them like a heart circle.

From a distance of more than ten meters, An Qisheng could feel the gust of wind blowing on his face, and the raindrops hit his skin like a hidden weapon!

"This is to see God is not bad!"

An Qisheng trembled in his heart and retreated one after another.

boom!

boom!

boom!

An Qisheng went down the stone steps, only to see the strong wind whistling on the high platform, the sound of thunder rolling, and the drizzle being blown high by the air waves set off by the collision between the two, as if there was an invisible layer above the high platform of the Golden Temple. The glass cover is average!

"This is the battle between the great masters!"

Feng Mingtao was in a turbulent mood.

And so did the others.

Although they are also boxers, they have never seen a great master who is not bad at seeing God fight.

It's a pity that with their skills, let alone what they learned from their fight, they couldn't even see clearly.

Only An Qisheng, although he couldn't see the fight between the two clearly, he wasn't too eager.

As long as he has experienced this battle, he will be able to watch it again and again in the future, so there is no need to rush it for a while.

Boom!

This battle didn't last long, it was about ten minutes before and after, and everyone only heard a loud bang on the high platform, and then fell into silence.

pattering~

The air was silent, and the drizzle fell again.

"The outcome is determined?"

"Daoist Master Juechen..."

"Can the Taoist leader outperform Mu Longcheng?"

Under the stone steps, a group of people felt uneasy when they saw that in the drizzle, Mu Longcheng slowly walked down from the high platform.

The brown black clothes were spotless, and the rainwater was avoided wherever they passed, and even the flat bottom of his cloth shoes was lifted and put down, and there was not the slightest bit of water stains and soil.

"Daoist Juechen lost!"

An Qisheng's heart sank slightly, although it was the first time he met Mu Longcheng and Daoist Juechen.

But compared to Mu Longcheng, he was more inclined towards Daoist Juechen in his heart.

tata tao~

The sky and the earth were extremely quiet for a while, except for the unhurried footsteps in the light rain, which sounded like drumbeats in everyone's hearts.

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

Although the rumored Mu Longcheng is not someone who kills indiscriminately, no one can take it easy in the face of such a master.

Even without any hostility, several people felt that their bodies were out of control and could not move, so they could only watch him walk down step by step.

"The mist on his face seems to have disappeared..."

Looking at Mulong City pacing down, An Qisheng's heart moved.

It was only then that he could clearly see the appearance of the first person of his generation.

His facial features are not outstanding, but together they have a strange charm, which makes people not feel bad at first glance.

Only those indifferent and deep eyes made people feel chills.

huh~

Mu Longcheng stopped and didn't care about the people who were approaching the enemy, his eyes fell on An Qisheng:

"What's your name."

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

Straight seems to have been splashed with cold water when it came from the midsummer festival to the midwinter in an instant!

cold!

cold!

cold!

An Qisheng seemed to hear the moaning of his own skin, and the biting coldness seemed to freeze it completely from the depths of his marrow!

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

An Qisheng gritted his teeth. He has studied psychology intensively, and also has an understanding and study of hypnosis.

But he had never seen such a terrifying hypnosis, which made him fall into a hypnotic predicament while on alert.

This cold is naturally fake, but if his consciousness thinks it's true~www.novelmt.com~ his brain accepts this signal, and he will freeze to death alive in the light rain in June!

Boom!

Just when An Qisheng was struggling to support, the cold suddenly faded away, followed by heat, scorching heat!

It was as hot as a raging flame, throwing it into a frying pan!

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

I will die!

Die under this sight!

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

Dreaming in a second!

"interesting."

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

After a few moments, it disappeared.

"An Qisheng?"

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

From his point of view, Mu Longcheng just glanced at An Qisheng, and An Qisheng turned pale at first, as if he had fallen into an ice hole, and then turned red as blood and sweating profusely.

"I...it's fine."

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

If it wasn't for his ability to fall into a dream, it would have been really dangerous before.

"Is it all right?"

Feng Mingtao was a little suspicious, and apparently guessed that An Qisheng might have encountered danger before.

After all, he is not too bold, but he is definitely not small. Even in the face of a great master who is not bad at seeing God, there is absolutely no reason to be frightened and not dare to move.

"fine."

An Qisheng wiped the rain on his forehead and face, and walked towards the Golden Temple:

"Go and see Daoist Juechen."

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