Chapter 089 – Rotten Grass as Firefly

Breeze, Wang Xianzhi retreated thousands of feet straight above, dust scattered, some slightly higher mound slope is the old man’s back directly broken open, but fortunately the two sides are in the wilderness, no outsiders to see this shocking scene. Wang Xianzhi shook his ankles, simply kicked off the pair of tattered hemp shoes, both sleeves are tattered, also torn away by him, revealing bronze-colored thick arm, muscles as solid as a rock, contains the power to open the mountain and crack the city. Wudi City was built near the water to view the sea, and every year at the convergence of summer and fall, there would be white waves, and the great tide would drag thousands of miles across the sea, lapping at the east city wall. Thirty years ago, Wang Xianzhi whenever the sea up tornado, will stand proudly on the east wall, with both arms to clap the waves tide, these thirty years, has changed two people for him to “beat the tide”, the sound is not as great as Wang Xianzhi. The martial artist to force to prove the road, has been for the three religions in the people of the disgrace, regarded as not heavenly inferior method, is Wang Xianzhi to his own strength to save the tide, reversed the world view, especially the top trek bodhisattva and Xuanyuan Dapan people successive success, more so that this martial arts path of the forerunner of the Wang Xianzhi as the sun, never fall into the western mountain.

Wang Xianzhi look calm, looking at the foot of a line in the distance, qi flow and drumming, the body as the ocean rampant. Only on the internal strength, martial arts evaluation of the top ten people, Cao Changqing than the world’s third Deng Tai’a is even more outstanding, directly after Tuoba Bodhisattva, but claimed to Wang Xianzhi, it is still difficult to look at the back of his neck. Single on the combat power, a son before the green shirt sword god and the Guangling River step not retreat sheepskin fur old man, roughly equal, but Wang Xianzhi than a son before himself higher than a chip more than, which is why the East China Sea battle, even in the face of the return to the peak of the sword LiChunGang, the old man Wang is only to make the force of the nine points only. Jianghu five hundred years recognized the world’s first six or seven people, to the last hundred years, finally finalized by Wang Xianzhi tripod, and this self-proclaimed world’s second old man, undoubtedly than a hundred years ago the deer mountain devil Liu Songtao even more fierce and invincible. Back then, Qi Xuanzhi, who was as old as a son but as fresh-faced as a young man, stood on the Demon Beheading Platform and watched the world, guarding the door for the Heavenly Dao, so that no demons and monsters could haunt the world. With the old and sturdy Wang Xianzhi as the sea god pin of the jianghu, there is no martial arts can be out of the head, so how to talk about a new tree show in the martial arts forest?

Eighty years of tides come and go, when the four great masters became ten years a session of the ten people of the martial arts assessment, masters changed again and again, no one knows this old monster in the end in the thinking.

The corner of Wang Xianzhi’s mouth hooked up in a hearty smile, finally it came.

The hundred-plus year old man’s knees were slightly bent, his left hand was spread out and slowly stretched forward, his right shoulder was low-slung, and his right hand was clenched into a fist. That uninvited guest gave a gift with two fists, sending him Wang Xianzhi a full thousand feet, Wang Xianzhi had no reason whatsoever not to return the favor.

Dressed in coarse linen clothes of the old man this plain and strange starting style, between heaven and earth, neither the wind and clouds with its echo of the mood, surrounded by no flying sand and rolling rocks of the majestic weather. Wang Xianzhi retracted his sight, gently exhaled, his eardrums shook violently. Through the gate of heaven that person in two punches, did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, just in seven hundred feet away from a slight pause, wait until Wang Xianzhi stood steady, which began the third impact, one step at a time, but not on the ground, but in the air, like a stone playing a string of water floats, a few feet off the ground, the formation of a circle of airflow ripples, every time you step on the ground, such as a flood of bells knocking on Wang Xianzhi’s heart, so that Wang Xianzhi Not only did his eardrums vibrate with an increasing amplitude, even his temples on both sides began to sink and protrude. Wang Xianzhi still did not show any sign of throwing a punch, and waited until that person’s last leap, a step across a hundred feet, after heavily stepping on the ground, storing up momentum to the extreme, a fist smashed, Wang Xianzhi’s eardrums and temples at the same time violently stood still, and only then did he blast out a fist!

The two fists collided.

There was a loud bang.

Between the two fists side by side of the majestic qi spread out a “lake”, this thin lake surface hideous distortion, the sound of the heavens spread throughout the wilderness, a few winter finches circling in the air, inadvertently hit this wall of air, immediately torn and crushed to the face.

Wang Xianzhi’s face that does not see the old skin like a lake wrinkled, floating layer after layer of subtle undulation, and then slowly return to calm.

Both of them punching arm are coincidentally swing back, and then at the same time change hands a fist, almost another resounding plains of winter thunder vibration vibration.

Wang Xianzhi smiled faintly and gently retracted his hand.

The man swung his arm and didn’t mess around much.

Neither of them moved, but the distance between them grew farther and farther.

The earth tore out a gully that was gradually drawing up in width and length.

Wang Xianzhi slowly asked, “Should I address you as Northern Liang Shi Zi or True Martial Emperor?”

The young man with glittering golden eyes laughed, “Xu Fengnian is fine.”

Wang Xianzhi looked at the young man’s odd eyes that were gradually dimming, his whole body’s qi drifting out behind him like a hanging rainbow, the old man said with some regret, “So it’s only one incense stick of scenery. I also don’t know who set the rules, boring.”

Xu Fengnian sneered, “If you want to be interesting, why don’t you go to the sky to find the immortals to fight.”

Wang Xianzhi laughed, “Rotten grass is a firefly, even if there is really a heavenly immortal who ascended to prove the truth, it may not be a good one.”

Xu Fengnian asked, “Are you trying to lose a fight on earth before you can willingly cross the heavenly gate?”

Wang Xianzhi shook his head and said aloud, “Being born as a human being and dying as a ghost is the most real truth. As for immortals or not, in my opinion they are nothing more than thieves who are greedy for life and afraid of death. Those who steal hooks are executed, those who steal countries are marquis, and those who steal lives are immortals, so the saying of ghosts and gods, old me is only willing to believe half of it.”

Xu Fengnian waved his hand and said, “Let’s not talk about all this nonsense, it’s easy for you to kill me now, what exactly do you say?”

Wang Xianzhi laughed and asked, “Do you still have a chance to regain the realm of the party?”

Xu Fengnian helplessly said, “Difficult.”

Wang Xianzhi nodded, “As long as there is, the old man will wait for you in the East Sea next time.”

Seeing that the old man was about to turn around, Xu Fengyen pursued, “You didn’t fight with Sui Shiaogu?”

Wang Xianzhi still turned around and left straight away.

Xu Fenian swallowed a mouthful of blood and hobbled back.

At the Sword Opening Heavenly Gate, Jiang Nai pulled out the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow with a hesitant expression.

Not far from her, the white-clothed Luoyang squatted on the ground, grabbing a handful of dirt and looking into the distance.

With a lift of her hand, Jiang Nai harnessed the purple sandalwood sword case, placed the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow, and carried it on her back.

Luo Yang stood up and clapped his hands, turned around to lock eyes with the woman who really poured out the country eight hundred years ago, and sneered, “Still this skin that was born to make men feel sorry for me. But nowadays, it has much more heart and lungs than before.”

Jiang Nai was baffled by her statement, only having an innate ill feeling towards this woman in white, and immediately glared, “What do you care?!”

Luo Yang inexplicably raised her hand and made a gesture towards her to raise her cup and drink it all in one go, laughed out loud, and then asked, “Are you thirsty?”

Jiang Nai didn’t want to get along with this crazy woman, out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed the approaching figure, bit her lip and turned around resolutely.

Xu Fengnian stopped and closed his eyes.

That year, a vast expanse of golden wheat, the woman who was chosen as a tribute to be sent to the palace single name fox, timidly walked on the path behind him and the Empress of Great Qin, had not yet drunk the cup of hemlock.

Xu Fengyen opened his eyes, rubbed his cheeks, and continued to walk forward to Luoyang.

As for Artemisia Liu, who was mistakenly thought by Xu Fenian to be escaping all the way back to Tai’an City, that head of his had already been cut off by a hand slash, and he was being kicked by the little girl as he rolled forward.