Great Yinxian Dynasty

A good exercise is not worth changing.

The ancient exercises are absolutely rare in the present, even for hundreds of billions of silver.

"This idea is good" Chen Jiu nodded.

"You agree?" Feijian paused.

It was just this time that Chen Jiu's fist suddenly shot out, as if crossing time and space, instantly knocking the flying sword into the air.

Looking at the monk Yinshen below, Chen Jiuleng smiled coldly: "Roar."

With a roar, with a strong blood, the power of the yin **** at the scene instantly roared away, like ice and snow melted.

"That's amazing," the escorts underneath secretly said.

"Is this the power of the martial artist of the supernatural power realm?" The female dartist had dim eyes.

"Hahahaha, so amazing, so amazing young talent, I don't know which young talent it is" a voice came from a distance, originally still a few miles away, but after the voice fell, it should come to everyone's eyes.

He has black hair, a black line between his forehead and eyebrows, and his face is old. Only one hand is very white and tender, which is better than a baby's hand.

This contrast between the old and the tender is very strange.

"Old man ghost hand, added as elder Fang Xiandao."

Chen Jiu frowned: "Are you a monk Fang Xiandao?"

"Not bad".

"The previous group of monks?"

"That's not our people, it's just a bunch of idiots."

Chen Jiu nodded: "You actually came here, do you think monks can fight melee with warriors?".

The old man shook his head and said very seriously: "This is hard to say. The monk not only has the Yin God, but also has more mana. The real mana of the monk is not weaker than the physical combat power of the warrior."

"Just you?"

The old man shook his head, then clapped his hands: "Since Young Master Chen wants to see you, let's come out and see you."

As the voice fell, all streams of light flashed in the sky, and it was actually Yin Shen and Dharma.

Looking at this yin **** and Dhamma, it is equivalent to a thousand people.

"Young Master Chen is a generation of talents, so naturally you should know that those who know the current affairs are outstanding," said the old man.

Chen Jiu shook his head: "I don't know if I have won a game."

"Yes, although Young Master Chen has just made a breakthrough. However, the strength. The foundation is very strong. It is normal not to put the old, weak, sick and disabled in our eyes."

"If you don't try it, how can you say victory or defeat?

"It seems that the son is still too self-confident and doesn't put me in his eyes," the old man said.

"You look very annoying. Very wordy."

"Yes. I don't think so," the old man said.

A smile was drawn from the corner of Chen Jiu's mouth. But this smile revealed an unprecedented killing intent.

"Yes, but I don't mind if you have a few more words."

"Why?" The old man asked curiously.

"Because soon, you are a dead person. The dead person will no longer speak, nor will I feel bored." Chen Jiu carried his hands on his back.

Below, a group of escorts shook hands with their weapons. Although they had long expected that there would be danger, they did not expect the danger to be so fast.

The female dartist's eyes flashed with little stars: "So cool."

The old man laughed, without the slightest scent of fireworks: "Yes, it must be me that you are so sure of dying."

Chen Jiu's hand shot down, and four drops of water fell into his palm.

"Chen Jiu, the exercise you used just now is an ancient exercise, right?" The old man suddenly changed the subject.

Chen Jiu nodded: "Yes."

"Then you are lucky, but it is not surprising that Qingyang Academy has this kind of background," the old man said.

"Why, do you want to make this exercise too?"

"Why don't we make a bet" said the old man.

"What bet?" Chen Jiudao.

"I use this technique to bet on you." The old man took out a piece of animal skin in his arms.

Chen Jiu looked at the animal skin, the aura on it was longer than that of arrogant energy.

"what is this?".

"I don't know either" the old man sighed.

"I don't know?" Chen Jiu was stunned.

"I don't know, and the hide is only half."

"If I kill you, these things are mine, why should I bet with you" Chen Jiuleng smiled coldly.

The old man nodded: "Yes, I just don't know if you copied the copy of Mang Niu Jin on your body."

Chen Jiu didn't answer, but asked, "How many hunts and killings have you organized by Fang Xiandao?".

"Just this time I can leave you behind" the old man took the animal skin back into his arms.

"I see" Chen Jiudao.

"Then fight, the winner is king" said the old man.

Chen Jiu nodded: "War."

The old man slowly took off the crutches behind him, and suddenly pointed out towards Chen Jiu. This crutches seemed slow, but it was reaching the extreme.

"It turns out that you have reached this state." Chen Jiu stretched out his right hand, which was as slow as the old man's movements.

"Bang" Chen Jiu trembled in the first blow, and Chen Jiu and the old man retreated three steps in the second blow.

The sound of killing from below rose to the sky, and Chen Jiu carefully stared at the old man: "Yes, the mana of the monk can compete with the warrior's body."

"Come here again" Chen Jiu's reckless energy used again.

An illusory bull rushed towards the old man with an ancient aura, and instantly raised his right hoof high in front of the old man.

"Reckless bull trampled".

The stick in the old man's hand was also a treasure, and it was instantly on top of his head, resisting the foot of the bull.

The stick bends, and then the old man exerts force, the bent part rebounds instantly, and the bully disappears invisible.

The old man flicked his cane: "The ancient techniques are really extraordinary."

The old man's walking sticks flew around, and once again attacked Chen Jiu first.

Chen Jiu lifted his right foot slightly, flew out into the air, and then instantly landed on the attacking stick.

The old man flicked the crutches, the crutches bends instantly, and Chen Jiu flew away.

"Roar" Mang Niu roared again, Chen Jiu's body stood upside down, and Mount Tai generally pressed towards the old man.

The old man flew out with a stick in an instant, his strength restrained, and he held Chen Jiu's palm far away.

Chen Jiu is on the top, the old man is on the bottom, and the stick is in the middle.

Chen Jiu's blood boiled like a little sun.

The old man's body is full of colors, and his mana is running to the extreme.

"Pa" Chen Jiu flew around, without waiting for the old man to change his posture, once again palm down and clasp the crutches.

A black electric light flashed, the whole crutch instantly turned into dust, and the old man's figure instantly retreated to a big tree.

That black light made the old man's heart palpitations, and there was a threat of death.

The crutches that had accompanied him for countless years disappeared between heaven and earth, and the old man's heart was bleeding.

Chen Jiu slowly landed from the air on top of a tree.

"What kind of exercise is this?" the old man asked.

Chen Jiu knew that he was referring to the black lightning, but Chen Jiu didn't want to say it. In fact, he also had questions in his heart: "Why can you use your physical mana to fight a warrior, while the previous monk who entered the realm was physically weak."

The old man looked at Chen Jiu deeply: "The real big forces have their own ancient techniques. The ancient monks can pick stars and pick the moon, and they are not inferior to the martial artist. Don't you feel strange?".

Chen Jiu did not answer, and quietly waited for the old man to follow: "The monk can also use the heaven and earth vitality to temper his body, otherwise the spirit becomes stronger and stronger. How can the body be able to bear it? The current monk has given up tempering the body, why ?,because,,,,".

The old man stopped talking here, but looked at Chen Jiu.

Chen Jiu nodded: "I understand that the reason why the monk can compete with the warrior is because of mana, mana, the power of the world, every move is blessed by the power of the world, and the body will naturally become stronger after a long time. It is not the physical body that can make you contend with the martial artist, but the mana."

The old man was stunned, and then said: "I really admire you~www.wuxiaspot.com~You can guess this."

The old man had previously misled himself, saying that the power of heaven and earth tempered the body, Chen Jiuyi was wrong.

"What is mana?" Chen Jiu questioned.

"You have already said that the power of the world of law is the power of mana."

Chen Jiu nodded: "You refuse to say, I will know the truth one day, let's continue fighting now."

The old man glanced at Chen Jiu: "Aren't you going to solve my puzzles?"

"Do you think I'm a fool? Tell your opponent about your hole cards?" Chen Jiu sarcastically said.

The old man shook his head: "It's okay, when I capture you, I am not afraid that you will not say."

"It's up to you." Chen Jiuxie smiled.

"Actually, my greatest strength is not my staff, but my hands." The old man suddenly raised his delicate hand like a baby. (To be continued...) ()