Facing the legend, Yang Yu did not slacken at all. While taking steps, his mind was silent. He regarded the person in front of him as the strongest opponent he had encountered in his life.

Stepping,

Start,

The four symbols are revealed by fists!

Buzz!

In an instant, the air flow surging, and thousands of acres of smoke and dust were pushed, like a mountain moving across the sky, like the sun patrolling the sky.

Yang Yu had not used any magical powers, and he was suppressed by the sky and earth in one breath, but even so, his body and strength had reached a point that shocked the ten capitals.

The moment Yang Yu started, Lu Sheng didn't care. He asked himself how to fight simply, and few people in the world could achieve it.

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

"you???"

The shortest syllable has not been revealed, and the extremely violent air waves have already crushed it into powder.

And he rumbled down with the violent momentum of mountains and mountains.

Rumble!

The earth moves and mountains shake, and smoke and dust rise.

Lu Sheng felt that the golden light came in front of him, and the sword suddenly dropped out of his hand, and together with himself, he soared out of the ground and fell more than ten feet away!

Bang!

Rubber splashed, and Lu Sheng landed heavily. His feet were like plows, pushing the ground tightly, but he was still pushed to the end of the street by Sheng Sheng.

For a moment, there was only smoke and dust, and the entire street suddenly turned into ruins.

‘I’m careless!’

Shengsheng swallowed the blood on the reverse blood, and Lu Sheng's face turned red instantly, like a roasted prawn. He bent on the ground and struggled to stand up after a while.

quiet!

Looking at the diffuse smoke and dust, both the old man in the Dragon King Temple and the Yellow Dragon Monk were as stupid as a wooden chicken.

"this……"

Not only the two of them, Yang Yu was almost stunned, but he immediately realized that there was no martial arts before ancient times.

The martial arts that Lu Sheng was proud of during his conversation with Xu Shengyang were actually still limited to ordinary people...

However, he practiced for decades, and several generals of martial arts promoted the intensity of unprecedented and unparalleled people.

If you lose, you will be sorry for your hard work for so many years...

but……

If you don’t use magic power, you really don’t need it at all?

Looking at the gradually dissipating smoke and dust, Yang Yu couldn't help but feel admiration.

This is really a tough guy, and you don't have to worry about being beaten to death with one punch...

"Ahem~"

The strong smoke of gunpowder spurted out from his nostrils, and his white clothes were dyed gray. Lu Sheng staggered to his feet, his voice became hoarse:

"Okay, good boxing!"

Almost got punched, the first thought that the pure Yang Taoist reacted was to praise, and:

"The martial arts are almost at this point! What is the name of the foot, what kind of boxing is used? Who created it?"

"I dare not be a real person to praise him like this."

Seeing that this Taoist man was embarrassed but still had a calm temperament, Yang Yu felt a little better in his heart, and he bowed:

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

"Slay the Demon, the Demon Taoist!"

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

"If it doesn't work today, Mr. Lu will come again tomorrow. At that time, he will definitely break your boxing technique!"

Before the words were finished, the person had disappeared.

"Zhuyang Zhenren..."

Looking at the Taoist in white who was leaving, and recalling the rumors about him on the map of the Qingshui and Cold Pond, I suddenly had a headache.

With this person's temperament, I'm afraid it's going to be endless?

The facts are just as he expected.

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

This Chunyang Zhenren fought repeatedly and refused to stop Yang Yu, leaving again and again with great fighting spirit.

After repeating this for half a month, when Yang Yu's personality had the desire to let go, the Pure Yang Taoist finally stopped.

"No more fighting, no more fighting..."

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

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

He thought to himself that unless he practiced for a year or two, there was no possibility of being equal to it on this path...

but……

"Lu must kill those who keep humans in captivity! No matter who is god, Buddha, demon, or who blocks me, they will be killed!"

Pressing the long sword lightly, at this moment, the Chunyang Zhenren showed his true cultivation.

Buzz ~

It seemed like a breeze blew, and Yang Yu felt cold all over his body. He felt the best, and everything in his eyes was filled with sword threads.

Just one thought can trigger the ancient killing magical power of "every sentient being killed."

Yang Yu was not surprised or confused, and even reached out to touch the invisible and qualitative sword thread:

"I've been waiting for half a month, so the real person doesn't mind waiting for one more day, right?"

While speaking, he took a step forward.

The invisible sword thread also bypassed him like life.

"I have also compared my strength and sword, but I don't know how much alcohol the real person can drink?"

“Haha~~”

Lu Sheng smiled with his palms, and the solemn atmosphere swept away, and turned to the restaurant next to the road:

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

The lights in the restaurant were lit up all night.

Hundreds of jars of high-quality wine in the entire wine cellar were drunk overnight by the two. In the end, the two were unbeaten and they were only slightly drunk.

"You are a Taoist man, quite like my temperament. Unfortunately, this matter is really unfavorable. Otherwise, I can agree to you whatever you ask for!"

After drinking, Daoren Lu said more than usual, and also showed a bit of loneliness under his heroic spirit:

"It is difficult for people to live in the world. If even their bodies and souls are swallowed up, how sad and indignant would it be?"

Yu Yang sighed in his heart.

For the past half month, he has not been idle. Except for accompanying the old man and Lu Sheng, he has been collecting and flipping through books that can reach most of the time.

There are few very precious books, and they can also see some things from the lines.

The gods are in the sky and shepherd the world. No matter it is the sea of ​​heaven or other things, it is not a ranch of gods and demons.

There are too few people like Lu Sheng, or immortals...

“By the way…”

Seeing that Lu Sheng was drunk and sad, Yang Yu immediately changed the topic:

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The real person said, can I allow anything except this? Then, the martial arts you practice..."

Yang Yushi spoke up, trying to change the subject, but he didn't expect Lu Sheng to smile up and took out a volume of ancient books from his sleeve:

"Wine is not allowed, sword is not allowed, and the rest is nothing!"

"Real person?"

This made Yang Yu feel at a loss.

"I have secretly learned your martial arts for so many days, and now I'll find it for you."

Lu Sheng shook the last jar of wine, looking at the whiter sky outside the window with a slightly drunk look:

"The last jar of wine is over. If you don't leave, you can only speak with your sword!"
To be continued...