Dark clouds loomed over the Great Snow Plateau. A storm was coming.
Do you want to shake Kunlun?
After hearing his grandson Xuanyuan Jingcheng's words, Xuanyuan Dapan raised his head and laughed heartily. He did not mind the imminent battle.
This was not because Xuanyuan Dapan was conceited. He counted the opponents that the hunchbacked old man had challenged before. When he was 20 years old, he challenged the family's ancestor and caused him to be seriously injured. When he was 30 years old, he fought the Spear Immortal Wang Xiu and was slightly inferior. When he was 40 years old, he single-handedly entered the Sword Tomb of the Wu family and forced the Sword Crown of that generation to use the Flying Sword Technique. Although he was defeated, it was still a glorious defeat. After the battle of the Sword Tomb, he comprehended swordsmanship for ten years and was confident that his swordsmanship was comparable to that generation's Sword God Li Chungang. Not to mention that Xuanyuan Dapan also competed with the Immortal Qi Xuanzhen during this period of time. It was natural that he was defeated. However, if his cultivation was ordinary, why would Qi Xuanzhen, who had stayed on the Demon Slaying Platform all his life, fight?
Xuanyuan Dapan seemed to have competed with others and lost every time. Therefore, he was mocked as Xuanyuan Invincible. However, not to mention Qi Xuanzhen, the only person in 500 years who could compete with Ancestor Lu, and Li Chungang, who was invincible in the secular world at that time, even the most inconspicuous Gu Jiantang now had extraordinary swordsmanship. If he claimed to be second, no one dared to claim to be first. In this way, how many people dared to underestimate this ancestor of the Xuanyuan family? Xuanyuan Dapan had lived for nearly a hundred years. He was different from Li Chungang, whose realm was declining day by day and eventually could not recover. Generally speaking, he had been steadily improving. People predicted that he had reached the Celestial State when Xuanyuan Dapan was in charge of the dynasty. In these years, he had devoted himself to dual cultivation and devoted himself to fusing Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism into one. With Xuanyuan Dapan's age and strength, it was not impossible for him to reach the realm of Earth Immortal. After Qi Xuanzhen ascended to immortality, there was no longer a Zhenren of this realm in Longhu Mountain. Once Xuanyuan Dapan achieved immortality, the hatred of the past would be returned to the Ancestral Court of Taoism. At that time, even if Gu Jiantang's swordsmanship was superb, how could he be a match for an Earth Immortal?
Those who were well-informed speculated about Li Chungang's ascension. The one-armed old man wanted to use Xuanyuan Dapan to establish his authority. Most of them were not optimistic about the old God of Swords, whose realm had declined greatly. The busybodies of Jianghu had specially placed bets on the outcome of Li Chungang and the various First Pin masters. Without exception, the odds were extremely high, indicating that they did not have high hopes for Li Chungang. As for the odds against Wang Xianzhi and the new God of Swords, Đồng Thái, the odds were about five thousand taels of silver on Li Chungang's victory.
Jianghu was forgetful and fickle, just like the saying that scholars despised each other since ancient times.
Xuanyuan Dapan's ten years of seclusion showed that his realm had improved greatly. His sideburns had turned from white to black. It was a clear proof that he had returned to his original state. It was a mysterious sign of becoming an immortal Zhenren. When Qi Xuanzhen was slaying demons on Mount Longhu, he was seventy years old but his appearance was as handsome as a young man.
Xuanyuan Dapan was not in a hurry to make a move. He had waited for twenty years and finally, this day had come. Usually, as he got older, his patience would get better. Xuanyuan Dapan looked at his eldest grandson from afar who was not tainted by worldly affairs. There was no emotion in his eyes. To him, blood relations could be heavy or light. If he was obedient and had the potential to become a dragon, then he would nurture him. If he was a good-for-nothing with mediocre roots, then even if he was his biological grandson, then he would simply abandon his intentions. Since when was Xuanyuan Dapan the kind of elder who liked to play with his grandson? The joy of family relationships was not worth mentioning compared to his own immortality. He made an exception and gave this eldest grandson whom he had high hopes for another chance. The first time was during Xuanyuan Jingcheng's coming-of-age ceremony. He asked him if he was willing to learn martial arts. Unfortunately, this stubborn child insisted on learning from Xun Ping of Zhi Zhang City. Xuanyuan Dapan was really amazed by this grandson's talent. Even if he was an unpolished jade for the rest of his life, it would be good to just leave him at home and collect dust. Later on, Xuanyuan Jingcheng met the woman in distress and returned to the mountain to beg for help from his family. Xuanyuan Dapan then gave him another chance. However, this grandson who had wasted his talent actually refused again. Xuanyuan Dapan was furious and no longer regarded him as his eldest grandson. He turned to nurture the less talented but ambitious Xuanyuan Jingxuan. Later on, that woman actually took the initiative to ask for dual cultivation. Xuanyuan Dapan was just going with the flow. Since he had decided to abandon Xuanyuan Jingcheng, it was fine to have a young granddaughter-in-law who was suitable to be a human cauldron.
Xuanyuan Pan looked indifferently at the tornado that was attracted by Xuanyuan Jingcheng's abundant Qi. It was in the shape of a giant funnel, and the root of the wind spun violently on the Great Snow Plateau as if it reached the heavens. It continuously tore down the black clouds in the sky, becoming more and more intense.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng stretched out one hand and drew an arc, while his other hand slowly lifted upwards. He said softly, "Rise again."
Another huge tornado appeared in the sky on the left side of the Great Snow Plateau.
The phenomenon of heaven and earth revolved around the dragon axis, causing endless wind and sand to blow.
In one go, Xuanyuan Jingcheng's aura skyrocketed, but it did not show any signs of weakening. He clenched his hands into fists, and his Qi instantly climbed to the peak. He said slowly, "Rise three times!"
A tornado appeared on the right side.
On the Great Snow Plateau.
Three Dragons Draw Water!
Xuanyuan Pan's grey hair was messed up by the strong wind. He said calmly, "Stealing the power of heaven and earth, is this your Heavenly Phenomenon Stage? This kind of opportunistic behavior is fine for scaring people, but if you want to hurt me, it's really laughable! "
Xuanyuan Jingcheng did not say anything. The three tornadoes surged with heaven's might and quickly moved towards the motionless Xuanyuan Pan. The three dragons suddenly converged and pressed down on Ancestor Hui Shan, who was in the center and did not bother to dodge.
"Good timing!" Xuanyuan Pan laughed loudly. His hands hooked into claws, and his left hand reached out into the two tornadoes. The vast sea of Qi that contained the accumulation of nearly a hundred years of internal energy began to exert its power, rolling like a boiling boiler. The reason why he looked down on Xuanyuan Jingcheng's heavenly ability was related to Xuanyuan Pan's own cultivation. Generally speaking, the saints of the three sects each left behind bits and pieces of information for the future generations to figure out the Great Dao. Among them, Zhang Susheng of the North proposed that reading books would nourish the righteous energy of heaven and earth, and also said that if the great people did not live in peace, they would be famous. Therefore, the experts who entered the Great Realm of Martial Arts through Confucianism were extremely good at resonating with heaven and earth, and using their own strength to stir up heaven's secrets. This was undoubtedly an extremely grand and magnificent scene, but in the eyes of Xuanyuan Pan, who used strength to prove his Dao, it was just a joke. This ancestor did not worship heaven and earth as a master, and only believed in his own two fists. He was the same as Li Chungang, who wanted to make the world tremble and gods weep when he used his sword. All the talk about not being able to achieve Dao and floating on the sea, and all the talk about suffering in this world and blessings in the future were all nonsense! The more Xuanyuan Pan studied the profound meaning of the three sects, the more firm he was in his original path. He had two hands, and even the immortals, Buddhas, demons, and demons had to obediently retreat and get lost!
Moreover, Xuanyuan Pan had a clear goal, which proved that the path he chose was not only feasible, but also extremely correct.
Wang Xianzhi of the Martial Emperor City!
In today's world, there were only a handful of people who could fight with him, Xuanyuan Pan. Xuanyuan Jingcheng, the useless abandoned son of the family, was not worthy.
Xuanyuan Pan actually tore apart the two tornadoes. Without the foundation of the waterspouts, the black clouds at the top of the tornadoes slowly rolled as if they were dying, and finally drifted away and returned to the sky.
Just as he was dealing with the last waterspout, Xuanyuan Jingcheng tapped the ground with the tip of his foot, and a large pit was blasted out of the ground. His figure was like a long rainbow, piercing through the tornadoes, and then came to the front of Xuanyuan Pan, and pushed out with his palm.
Xuanyuan Pan who was not surprised sneered, and changed his claw into a fist, and went straight for the center. Xuanyuan Jingcheng turned his palm sideways, ignoring the turbulent fist force, and only placed it on the back of his fist. Xuanyuan Pan's face changed slightly, and he retracted his right fist, while his left hand stuck to the middle of the bridge of his hand, trying to remove this wrist. Unexpectedly, Xuanyuan Jingcheng changed his grip in an instant, and pressed down diagonally, while his left hand fiercely slapped Xuanyuan Pan's shoulder. This attack seemed to be played down, but it disrupted the center of gravity of the ancestor whose inner strength had already reached the point of perfection. His body was thrown forward, but Xuanyuan Pan was adept at facing the enemy, and he borrowed the momentum to smash his shoulder against Mount Tai, and smash the chest of this eldest grandson of the first wife who had a strange technique. However, the expressionless Xuanyuan Jingcheng changed his grip again, and pushed Xuanyuan Pan back to his original position. For a moment, the latter only had the rare bravery in the world, but he could not move, nor could he stay still.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and both sides had switched from offense to defense.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng pushed out with his palm again, and Xuanyuan Pan accurately calculated the speed of his palm. He countered with an even fiercer elbow strike, but he did not expect that Xuanyuan Jingcheng's palm strike, which was originally like a needle hidden in silk floss, would explode the moment it was about to touch Xuanyuan Pan's elbow strike, and his palm strike was even fiercer and faster than Xuanyuan Pan's elbow strike, and it landed on Xuanyuan Pan's chest.
Ripples that could be seen with the naked eye appeared between the two of them because of this palm strike.
Xuanyuan Pan's tall and sturdy body was pushed back one hundred feet!
The wind chimes that had been pulled taut all this while finally could not bear the burden and fell to the ground.
Xuanyuan Pan, who was known for his bravery and fierceness in the world, was actually pushed back?
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