The First Cause of All Realms

No. 1 in all worlds Because of the first volume of the tiger roaring in the forest, thousands of mountains are moving, and the cows are racing four hooves. It is to regard the person in front of you as the strongest opponent you will meet in your life.

stride,

start,

Punch out four elephants!

hum!

In an instant, the air flow surged, and thousands of hectares of smoke and dust were pushed away, like a mountain moving sideways, like the sun surveying the sky.

Yang Ju had never used any supernatural powers, and Qingtianshake was suppressed by him with a breath, but even so, his physique and strength had reached a level that even the ten capital lords were horrified by.

The moment Yang Jue raised his hand, Lu Sheng didn't take it seriously at all, he thought to himself that few people in the world can match the pure martial arts.

However, when the person in front of him took a step forward, his eyelids trembled uncontrollably, and his face was shaken violently like paper by the strong wind.

The shortest syllable was not uttered, and the extremely violent air wave had already turned him into a child fan.

And with the violent momentum of the mountain's horizontal pressure, it rumbles down.

Rumble!

The ground shook and the mountains shook, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Lu Sheng felt a sudden golden light in front of his eyes, and the long sword was released from his hand in an instant, and together with himself, he flew up into the air and fell tens of feet away!

boom!

The gravel splashed, and Lu Sheng landed heavily. His feet were like plows, and he pushed the ground desperately, but he was still pushed to the end of the street.

All of a sudden, there was only smoke and dust but no people, and the whole street was turned into ruins.

Careless! ,

Shengsheng swallowed Nixue, Lu Sheng's face turned red instantly, like a roasted prawn, he bowed to the ground, and struggled to stand up after a while.

quiet!

Looking at the scattered smoke and dust, no matter whether it was the old man in the Dragon King Temple or the Huanglong monk, they were all stunned.

Not only the two of them, Yang Ju was also almost stunned, but immediately realized that before ancient times, there was no martial art.

The fighting skills that Lu Sheng was proud of during his conversation with Xu Shengyang, in fact, are still limited to mortals...

However, he has practiced for decades, and several martial arts have promoted the intensity of no one before or after.

If he loses, he will feel sorry for his hard work for so many years...

but…

If you say you don't need magical powers, you really don't need them at all.

Looking at the smoke and dust gradually dissipating, Yang Yu couldn't help feeling admiration in his heart.

This is real iron, not afraid of being punched to death...

Intense gunpowder smoke gushed out from his nostrils, and his white clothes were dyed gray. Lu Sheng stood up staggeringly, his voice hoarse:

Almost breathless from being punched, the Taoist Chunyang's first thought was praise, and:

Seeing this Taoist man in a state of embarrassment but still maintaining his composure, Yang Jue felt a little better in his heart, he cupped his hands and said:

"Qing...cough cough! I have forgotten the common name. I have met Lu Zhenren."

Lu Sheng chewed the name deeply several times, patted the dust off his body, turned around and left:

The voice has not yet fallen, and the person has disappeared.

Looking at the white-clothed Taoist going away, and then recalling the rumors about him on the map of the clear water and cold pool, I suddenly felt a headache.

With this temper, I'm afraid it will be endless

In fact, it was just as he expected.

The next day, two days, three days...

This Chunyang real person has been defeated and fought repeatedly, refused to stop Yang Jian, left in disgrace again and again, and came back again and again with high spirits.

After going on and on for half a month, with Yang Ju's temperament, when he thought of releasing the water, this Taoist Chunyang finally gave up.

Standing up again from the dust, the Taoist in white waved his hand and finally gave up.

After more than ten days and dozens of battles, he finally realized that the person in front of him was close to the peak of martial arts.

He thought to himself that unless he practiced for a year or so, it would be impossible to equalize him on this path...

but…

"Whoever raises human beings in captivity, Lu will kill them! No matter gods, Buddhas, or monsters, anyone who hinders me will be killed!"

Pressing the long sword lightly, at this moment, this pure Yang man revealed his true cultivation.

hum~

There seemed to be a breeze blowing, Yang Jue felt cold all over his body, he felt it to the fullest, as far as his eyes could see, all the emptiness around his body was almost filled by the sword thread.

Just a single thought of his can trigger his famous and ancient supernatural power of killing, "cutting all sentient beings".

Yang Ju remained calm and undisturbed, and even stretched out his hand to touch the invisible but tangible sword thread:

"I've been waiting for half a month, and I really don't mind waiting an extra day."

While speaking, he took a step forward.

The invisible sword thread bypassed him as if it had life.

"The strength is also compared, and the sword is also compared, but I don't know how much the real person can drink."

Lu Sheng clapped his hands and smiled, the solemn atmosphere was swept away, and he turned to the restaurant beside the road:

"If you can still beat a certain family in a wine fight, then I will write the word Lu in reverse from now on!"

The lights of the restaurant stayed on all night.

Hundreds of altars of high-quality wine in the whole wine cellar were drank by the two in one night. In the end, the two were invincible, and each other was only slightly drunk.

After drinking, Lu Daoren talked more than usual, and also showed a bit of loneliness under the heroism:

Yang Jue sighed in his heart.

For the past half month, he has not been idle. Apart from being with the old man and Lu Sheng, most of the time he has been collecting and reading the books he can get his hands on.

These books are rarely very precious, but between the lines, he can also glimpse something.

The group of gods live in the sky, grazing the world, whether it is the sky, the sea, or others, there is absolutely no piece that is not the pasture of gods and demons.

People like Lu Sheng, or immortals, are really too few...

Seeing that Lu Shengjiu was feeling sad, Yang Jue immediately changed the subject:

"The real person said, besides this matter, I can allow anything, that, the exercises you practice..."

Yang Yushi opened his mouth wide, he wanted to change the topic, but he didn't want Lu Sheng to smile up and take out an ancient book from his sleeve:

"Wine is not allowed, sword is not allowed, and everything else is not allowed!"

This made Yang Yu a little at a loss.

Lu Sheng shook the last jar of wine, looking at the gradually whitening sky outside the window with slightly drunken eyes:

Neither of them dispelled the drunkenness, at this moment Yang Jue also felt smoky, a little bit drunk, and the mood was intertwined, and the wine dwindled.

He suddenly asked:

A long belch:

pat~

The wine jar fell to the ground, and Lu Sheng hiccupped. He pointed at Yang Ju, and fell drunk on the table with a broken smile:

…

…

Before the night had passed, the old man had already woken up from a dream. He let out a long sigh of relief, and was suddenly startled, almost jumping up.

He saw a stone donkey the size of a thumb...

The stone donkey wagged its tail and let out a stiff cry.

The old man dodges like an electric shock:

The stone donkey blinked.

The old man calmed down for a while, and tried to reach out to touch the stone donkey, and he could clearly see that there was a crack in the stone donkey's spiritual cover.

He remembered that this was the mark left by the split stone donkey when Xiao Prison asked him a question...

The stone donkey ran away in shock, as if afraid that the old man would ask that question again.

The voice in the dark exploded in the ear again, and it seemed to be more profound than before.

In the past few years, the old man, who had already quietly learned the divine language, finally couldn't help but roared back.

call!

The voice in my heart seemed to disappear completely at this moment.

But before the old man could catch his breath, the voice came again in a flickering way:

…

…

buzz~

In a momentary trance, everything you can see, wine jars, restaurants, Dragon King Temple...

Even Taoist Chunyang, who swung his sword, gradually faded, and finally, he was no longer visible.

Using the tactic of dragging, he successfully delayed until the last day, and the old man finally completed the trial and was promoted to the Dragon King of Yihe.

This process is actually extremely difficult.

If he had to deal with Chun Yangzi, who he is very familiar with and has a strong personality, instead of being another Jiuyao-level strongman...

In the sea of ​​hearts, ripples appeared, and Yang Qiu came back to his senses.

The illusory words turned into real ancient scrolls in the sea of ​​mind, on which were four extremely ancient Taoist texts.

Pure Yang Sword Alchemy Sutra!

According to the legend~www.wuxiax.com~, the fundamental cultivation method of this Taoist Chunyang can also be seen in the picture of the clear water and cold pool. Even before his death, he only practiced this method.

Looking at the thin volume of books, Yang Qiu felt deeply touched.

Even today, this real person who has been left behind by legends really left a deep impression on him.

Chun Yangzi, who laughed and scolded you in the picture of the clear water and cold pool, became vivid and three-dimensional in his heart.

However, his mind fell into the last question and answer between the two.

The drunk Lu Sheng actually gave an answer, and this answer...

"If immortals like Master Chunyang have no way out..."

It was more than half a month in Yimeng Tianhai, but in the present world, it was less than half a day. Yang Qiu opened his eyes again, but the sun was already rising.

The warm sunlight fell on his face through the treetops.

His eyes were a little cold...