"It's about to start a fight!"
As early as the conversation between the two, An Qisheng grabbed Feng Mingtao and retreated away.
Feng Mingtao wanted to get closer to watch the fight, but he felt a whistling wind of fists, like thunder coming out of the mountain, exploding in his ears.
He almost fell to the ground, feeling horrified in his heart.
"This old Taoist priest is so fierce!"
An Qisheng's eyelids twitched.
He could see clearly that when Taoist Juechen took one step forward, the distance between his feet seemed to be meaningless. When his big hand like a cattail leaf was held empty, it seemed as if thunder exploded from his palm!
And this thunder is even mixed with spiritual power, even if you cover your ears, it will not help.
boom!
Amidst the thunderous sound, Taoist Juechen punched out from above.
Taoist Juechen is two meters tall and has a majestic build. This punch seems to be surrounded by thunder, and the wind and rain howl, really like the thunder god in the sky punishing him.
"There is a rumor from ancient times that Taoists use their palms to create thunder. Brother Taoist's technique, in the eyes of ordinary people, is already regarded as thunder in the palm of his hand."
In the drizzle blown by the strong wind, Mu Longcheng sighed slightly and stretched out his palms behind his back.
When Mu Longcheng turned his back to everyone, no one felt that An Qisheng could see something when he made a move.
His palms are slender and white, and his fingers are round and full, as crystal clear as jade. You can even see the blood vessels inside them, and even the blood flowing in them!
It's like glass crystal!
Phew~
His movements were neither hasty nor slow, but he parried the punch from Taoist Juechen as if he was a thunder god.
For invincible masters like them, any tricks are meaningless. Only head-on confrontation can truly determine the outcome!
boom!
Fists and palms meet.
The strong wind visible to the naked eye blew the rainwater backwards, spreading in circles around the two people like a heart circle.
More than ten meters away, An Qisheng could feel the strong wind blowing in his face, and the raindrops hit his skin like hidden weapons, causing pain!
"This is to see God and not be bad!"
An Qisheng was shocked in his heart and stepped back one after another.
boom!
boom!
boom!
An Qisheng descended the stone steps and saw strong winds howling on the high platform, thunder rolling, and the drizzle was blown high by the air waves set off by the collision between the two. It was as if there was an invisible layer above the high platform of the Golden Palace. The glass cover is average!
"This is the Grand Master fight!"
Feng Mingtao was in agitated mood. He wanted to step forward but was still frightened.
The same goes for several other people.
Although they are also boxers, they have never seen the invulnerable Grand Master fight against each other.
It's a pity that with their skills, let alone learning something from the fight between the two, they can't even see clearly.
Only An Qisheng, although he couldn't clearly see the fight between the two, was not too eager.
As long as he has experienced this battle, he will be able to watch it again and again in the future, so there is no need to rush it.
boom!
The battle did not last long, lasting no more than ten minutes. Everyone heard a loud bang on the high platform, and then fell into silence.
Pattering~
The air waves fell silent, and then the drizzle fell again.
"Has the winner been determined?"
"Taoist Master Juechen..."
"Can Taoist Master defeat Mu Longcheng?"
Under the stone steps, everyone felt uneasy when they saw Mu Longcheng slowly walking down from the high platform in the drizzle.
The brown Xuan clothes were spotless, and the rainwater escaped wherever they passed. Even when the flat cloth shoes were lifted up and put down, there was no water or mud at all.
"Taoist Master Juechen lost!"
An Qisheng's heart sank slightly, even though it was his first time meeting Mu Longcheng and Taoist Juechen.
But compared to Mu Longcheng, he preferred Taoist Master Juechen in his heart.
Tap tap tap~
The world was extremely quiet for a moment, except for the unhurried footsteps in the drizzle, which sounded like drums in everyone's hearts.
Including Feng Mingtao, everyone's body was tense and their expressions were solemn, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Although the rumored Mu Longcheng is not a person who kills indiscriminately, no one can remain calm in the face of such a great master.
Even without any hostility, several people felt that they had lost control of their bodies and could not move. They could only watch him walk down step by step.
"The fog seemed to disappear from his face..."
Looking at Mu Longcheng walking down, An Qisheng's heart moved.
Only then did he see clearly the appearance of this contemporary first person.
His facial features are not outstanding, but together they have a strange charm that makes people unable to feel bad at a glance.
Only those indifferent and deep eyes made people feel chilly.
Phew~
Mu Longcheng stopped, not caring about the crowd who were facing a formidable enemy, and his eyes fell on An Qisheng:
"May I have your name."
An Qisheng trembled, and under Mu Longcheng's gaze, he suddenly felt the biting cold.
It was as if I had gone from the height of summer to the depths of winter in an instant, and was even splashed with cold water!
cold!
cold!
cold!
An Qisheng seemed to hear the groan of his own skin, and the biting coldness seemed to completely freeze it from the depths of his bone marrow!
"Hypnosis? Illusion? When, was it the sound of footsteps or the sound of rain?"
An Qisheng gritted his teeth. He had studied psychology and also understood and studied hypnosis.
But he had never seen such a terrifying hypnosis, which made him fall into a hypnotic dilemma even when he was on guard.
This coldness is naturally fake, but if his consciousness thinks it is real and his brain accepts this signal, he will be frozen to death in this June drizzle!
boom!
Just when An Qisheng was struggling to hold on, the cold suddenly faded away, and what followed was heat, scorching heat!
It's as hot as burning your body in flames and throwing it into a frying pan!
The extreme changes in hot and cold made him feel real death at this moment!
I will die!
Die at this glance!
An Qisheng's heart burned like fire. At this moment, he couldn't care about anything else. With a thought in his mind, the panel representing Wang Honglin shattered from his perspective.
Fall into a dream in one second!
"interesting."
On the stone steps, Mu Longcheng smiled slightly and walked into the wind and rain again.
Within a few moments, he disappeared.
"An Qisheng?"
As soon as Mu Longcheng left, Feng Mingtao hurriedly stepped forward and patted An Qisheng.
In his opinion, Mu Longcheng just glanced at An Qisheng, and An Qisheng's face turned pale at first, as if he had fallen into an ice hole, and then his face turned as red as blood, and his whole body was dripping with sweat.
"I...it's okay."
An Qisheng came back to his senses, looked at the stone steps under the mountain in the drizzle, and secretly gritted his teeth.
If he hadn't had the ability to enter dreams, it would have been really dangerous before.
"Is everything okay?"
Feng Mingtao was a little surprised, and he obviously guessed that An Qisheng might have been in danger before.
After all, he is not a brave person, but he is definitely not small. Even if he is facing a great master who sees God as an immortal, there is no reason for him to be so frightened that he dare not move.
"fine."
An Qisheng wiped the rain from his forehead and face and walked towards the Golden Palace:
"Go and see Taoist Master Juechen."
