The Happy Fish didn't finish her words, but Mr. Six Finger and the twin old servant didn't understand the meaning.

The six-fingered gentleman who was not indifferent to his emotions said lightly: "The Qing Palace is hard to deal with. Once it is involved, it will never end. Although it is known to everyone, the imperial throne may not know it. Besides, Guan Hong has now concealed his true roots."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kuai Yuyu said with a worrying look: "Master, if Guan Hong came for the tomb treasure house map of the First Emperor Ying Zheng, how can we deal with it?"

Mr. Liu Finger, who was standing in front, turned to look at his disciple and replied, "If only Guan Hong came, it would be a little tricky. If there are other masters in the Qing Palace who are also in Baiyujing now, it would be a bit difficult."

Before Happy Fish could speak, Mr. Liuzhi smiled slightly, changed his tone, and said confidently: "If it was in another place, it would be fine, but in this Baiyujing, even if Zeng Yifan from Piaomiao Peak came, he would be absolutely sure to win in silence."

After pausing, Mr. Liufing seemed helpless again and said, "Of course, the premise is to figure out who is in the other half of the map of the tomb of the First Emperor Ying Zheng?"

Kuaihuoyu said with some depression: "The half map of Tieshan was almost taken away and fled. Fortunately, the sheep were repaired in time. Finally, when Uncle Ze and Uncle Cang chased him, he lived up to the master's expectations. He blocked people thirty miles outside the city and fought and took the half map into his hands."

After pausing for a moment, Happy Fish sighed and continued, "But if it weren't for Sun Lequan's half map, it wouldn't work!"

At this time, although Mr. Liuzhi's face remained calm and was still calm, he felt a little depressed. However, he stared at Wang Le in the field again and said quietly: "I hope my teacher has not been wrong, and that half of the map is in the hands of the throne."

The twin old servants standing behind, another called Uncle Cang, made a hoarse voice and said in a deep voice: "It would rather kill ten thousand by mistake than let one go!"

Uncle Ze next to him agreed, "That's right, Bai Yujing has been on guard now, and no one who is suspected can be let go!"

Just as Mr. Liufinger and others were talking in a low voice in the dark, the two people fighting in the field finally moved.

In an instant, in the sight of everyone, Wang Le and Guan Hong moved almost without any distinction, and rushed towards each other like lightning.

Bang bang bang-

Dangdangdangdang-

Boom boom boom boom-

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In the battle group, various bright lights bloomed, and the strong and dazzling made the onlookers squint.

Guan Hong held up the emerald green ancient defense light cover to protect himself, and at the same time used the ancient martial arts technique. His arms became swollen, disproportionate to the whole body, like a crab waving a pair of big pliers, and also emitted a blue-purple light, turning into a fist that covered the sky, like a storm, attacking wildly, exuding momentum, moving forward!

Instead of fighting in a group, Wang Le, who was holding up the Vajra Glass Cover, was no less than that of a golden warrior. With his confidence in the ancient defensive technique that protected him, he had no intention of defending at all.

The fists filled with innate power danced wildly, and only saw the afterimages in the sky and could not see the true form. The fist wind that stirred up the air was like a piece of knife, completely filling the world, welcoming Guan Hong's fierce bombardment.

No one expected that Wang Le and Guan Hong would attack with each other as soon as they came up, and it seemed that neither side wanted to keep their strength and swear to decide the world in one fell swoop in the shortest time!

The happy fish, standing in the dark watching the battle, stared at the two sides of the battle without blinking. As the attacks came and went, his face changed. He did not forget to speak: "This imperial throne did not do its best in the previous battle. Guan Hong is worthy of being a disciple of Piaomiao Peak of Qinggong."

As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Ze, who was standing aside with a more experienced look than Happy Fish, commented: "Neither side used his natal magic weapon, and they were all close-knit attacking each other. It can be seen that they have put in a arduous effort in their personal training. They do not only pay attention to the improvement of their cultivation level, but ignore the improvement of their external physique, like ordinary warriors."

At this time, Uncle Cang, who was standing on the other side, showed a hint of confusion and said in confusion: "As a disciple of the top Taoist sect like Piaomiao Peak of Qinggong, Guan Hong certainly knows the importance of ** tempering, and has the conditions to use a large amount of cultivation resources to promote physical improvement, but what is the origin of this imperial throne? It is really rare to improve his physical fitness to such a level, which makes people unable to understand."

Surrounded by the clan, the six-fingered gentleman broke his silence and did not look back. He turned his back to his disciples and servants and said lightly: "You can temper your strength to such a tenacity in the martial arts Xuan level. These two people in the field can not only rely on cultivation resources, but the most important thing is talent."

After a pause, Mr. Liufing continued: "Everyone is born different. Some people are born with brute force and strong bodies. Just like those geniuses in the martial arts world, the reason why they practice extremely quickly is because they have excellent physique and are naturally suitable for cultivation. Otherwise, no matter how many cultivation resources are provided, it would be useless."

Speaking of this, Mr. Liuzhi seemed to open up his conversation and smiled softly and sighed: "It is said that in ancient times a long time ago, the cultivation of the ancestors was completely different from the cultivation of the martial arts world today."

"Oh?" The Happy Fish suddenly showed curiosity, staring at the fierce battle in the field, and asked, "Master, I have heard you mention the so-called ancient times. What happened to their martial arts practice? Is it even more powerful than now?"

Mr. Liu Finger, who was facing away from him, said in a affirmative tone: "The ancestors of ancient times were called Qi Refiners, and pursued a lifelong life with heaven and earth. Of course, it is more powerful than our martial arts. This is an unquestionable thing."

"Live with the heaven and earth?" The face of Kuaiyu was so shocked that he could not hide it. He was mixed with yearning and said with envy: "Pursuing immortality is to become an immortal."

At this time, Uncle Cang laughed and said softly, "There is no good result for pursuing immortality. The demon clan is now gone. Wanxiang Sect also wants to be immortal, but the Daotong overturns overnight..."

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Liuzhi turned his head to look at his old servant, and warned in a deep voice: "Are you confused? Don't mention such a taboo thing in the future!"
Chapter completed!