"Who? Could it be Li Yan..."
An Qisheng was shocked, but he felt relieved in an instant.
Li Yan is a sensible and alert person, and he would not catch up so quickly if he knew something was wrong.
After regaining his composure, he looked up and saw a man standing quietly under the night cover hundreds of meters away, in the faint moonlight.
"Foreigner?"
An Qisheng's eyes were very good, and he looked through the faint moonlight.
He was a tall white man, probably not close to two meters tall, with long hands and long legs, and a pair of blue eyes that shone brightly in the moonlight.
He stood quietly in the moonlight, in perfect harmony with the surrounding environment, as if he was not here, but that he was supposed to be there.
This feeling was somewhat familiar to him.
It seems to be very similar to the aura of Xue Zheng, Taoist Juechen.
"Can you cultivate to this level in such a ghost place? Not bad, very good."
Tong Zhengyang looked at the visitor, slightly surprised:
"You are also good at concealing your whereabouts."
"Blood like a dragon, what a powerful body!"
Under the moonlight, the white man held his hands in the distance and spoke in a well-spoken Daxuan dialect:
"My name is Potter. I come from the distant empire where the sun never sets. I have met this alien sir."
With ordinary people separated by hundreds of meters, the sound will inevitably be distorted and blurred.
But the Porter's voice was not loud, but it was extremely condensed. It was clear and loud across hundreds of meters of night wind.
It's like making a sound close to the ear.
"alien?"
Tong Zhengyang chewed on these three words and couldn't help but nodded:
"According to what you said, that's correct."
He used the soul-stealing method to know a lot of common sense about this world, but it was not comprehensive. It can only be said that he had a slight understanding.
But these three words are easy to understand.
Potter?
An Qisheng remembered who this person was.
When Mu Longcheng came to power, he completely purged the masters who opposed him in the Begging Society. In the following thirty years, he collected a number of masters.
Including himself, there were three leaders in total.
This Potter seems to be the second leader of the Begging Society.
Legend has it that he is a master with great power, but now it seems that it is more than just that...
"It's such an honor to meet you."
Potter's eyes were very bright, more dazzling than the moonlight:
"For more than ten years, I have been looking for power beyond the ordinary. It seems that I have finally found it."
As the foreigner spoke, a wave of heat came over him.
In An Qisheng's perception, the foreigner named Potter was like a blazing furnace, with a surging and terrifying aura.
"Power beyond the ordinary?"
Tong Zhengyang seemed to be very interested in this white man, and smiled when he heard this:
"It depends on how you define this power! In my world, only heavenly beings are transcendent. To you, maybe I am also transcendent."
"Heaven?"
Potter's eyes became deep and reserved, covering his deep desire:
"What is your world like?"
His spirit has long been enlightened, and it is instinct to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. He was aware of the huge dangers involved in this trip before he came, and almost escaped death.
Mu Longcheng even gave him a warning: 'If you encounter someone in black, retreat ten miles'.
It means that within ten miles, he can't escape.
But he came anyway.
In fact, he had been searching for the person in front of him in the vast ocean for more than several months.
Many people didn't believe the few videos circulated by the Golden Eagle Empire, but some people believed them, such as him.
"What's the point of telling you?"
Tong Zhengyang let out a long sigh.
If he had a choice, he would rather face the killing orders from Wang Quan Dao and Huang Jue Temple than to survive in such a spiritual place.
Unfortunately, I can't go back.
Only heavenly beings can break the void, and the distance between him and heavenly beings is ten times greater than the gap between ordinary people in this world and himself.
When he thought of this, Tong Zhengyang felt a little unmotivated and waved his hand casually:
"It's not easy for you to reach this level. I won't kill you today. Go back."
"Do you not want to kill me, or are you unable to kill me?"
Under the moonlight, Potter stood with his hands down, warning signs in his heart surged like a tidal wave.
But his face was as deep as the sea, and his blue eyes were solemn.
After taking such a huge risk, he would naturally not retreat like this.
"Hahaha!"
Hearing this, Tong Zhengyang burst into laughter:
"Although you have refined your muscles, bones, skin, flesh, marrow, and blood, my Qi and meridians are already intact. If you are like this, I don't want to kill too many people!"
Amidst the long laughter, Tong Zhengyang's words suddenly became cold, as if the middle of winter had descended on the earth, blowing up a shrill cold current:
"In this way, if you don't die with one move, I will answer your question!"
Boom!
There were bursts of thunder on the flat ground, like a supersonic aircraft passing by at low altitude.
The strong wind blew out the blazing bonfire, causing the surrounding vegetation to scatter in all directions.
An Qisheng was dressed in ragged clothes, and the air flow cut through his sportswear like a knife.
His feet were so strong that he weighed a thousand pounds on his waist, and his calves were sunk deeply into the soil to prevent him from being blown to the ground.
But he didn't care about this. When the roar sounded, he had already looked at the white man hundreds of meters away.
Because he had been prepared, he finally saw Tong Zhengyang's movements clearly this time.
He looked carefully.
From the time he sat cross-legged and laughed, to when he crossed hundreds of meters and struck out with a palm, it almost only took two seconds!
Its speed is close to, even reaching the speed of sound!
How could such a tyrannical body be able to explode with such terrifying speed?
Danger!
Danger!
As early as Tong Zhengyang smiled, the crisis in Porter's heart had reached its peak.
And the next moment, he saw the incredibly violent Tong Zhengyang coming with the roaring wind.
The huge crisis in my heart was like a volcano erupting.
I saw that slap of a palm falling from the sky, as if covering the moon and the night, bringing a darkness deeper than the night!
retreat!
retreat!
retreat!
It seemed as if a cannonball exploded under Porter's feet, causing earth and rocks to fly. He swept back dozens of meters. At the same time as his feet connected, he raised his arms.
Push it to the left and hold it to the right, like holding Tai Chi, or holding Yin and Yang.
Visible air currents gathered in front of him. His arms danced like a big spider spinning a web, and the energy vibrated in his body endlessly.
The sound of blood flowing directly came out from the body, like a river lapping at the shore and a surging tide.
At the same time, his already tall body became more erect, and veins rose like dragons and snakes under his fair skin, like a layer of iron covering his body.
Porter took seven steps back, but just a few hundred meters back, Tong Zhengyang had already struck him with a palm.
boom!
The air flow was violent in an instant, like a cannonball exploding in the air.
The air flow visible to the naked eye spreads around like a shock wave, stirring up countless soil, sand and rocks.
An Qisheng, who was hundreds of meters away from the place where the two collided, seemed to be able to feel the vibrations of the earth.
boom!
There was a dull sound, and a figure was thrown far away in the airflow.
Porter flew upside down in the air, fell down, smashed the big tree beside the road, and took seven or eight steps back on the ground before barely stopping.
In front of him, the ground cracked and spread for thousands of meters, like a herd of giant elephants running past, and it was a mess.
At the end of the ruins, Tong Zhengyang was still sitting cross-legged, as if he hadn't moved at all!
An Qisheng's mind was swaying as he watched. Tong Zhengyang's speed from the time he took action to the time he returned was simply astonishing. The pressure brought by his burst of speed was so strong that he could barely hold on to his Thousand Jin Pendant.
"puff!"
Potter opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood as black as ink, and his face instantly lost all its rosiness.
Blood spurted out like ink, like boiling water falling to the ground, emitting hot steam.
Potter swayed and stood up straight.
His face was pale, his eyes suddenly dimmed, and the two arms in front of him were broken and bent, and the crystal white bones were faintly visible within them.
The clothes on his chest seemed to have evaporated, leaving a clear large handprint there.
"you lose."
Tong Zhengyang flicked his fingers as if nothing had happened.
He knew his strength well. Although he was seriously injured and could not exert his full strength, his casual palm was enough to pierce through the steel weapon called the tank.
Although this white man was physically the strongest person he had ever seen in the world he came to, his internal organs were damaged by his palm and he could not survive for long.
In this world, no one should be able to save him.
"I didn't lose."
Potter's internal organs felt like they were being burned by fire, and everything in his body hurt, but his expression didn't change much.
Looking directly at Tong Zhengyang, he said calmly:
"I'm not dead now. I took this palm."
