Martial Arts of Longevity: Start from Practicing Yi Jin Jing

"Tian Cheng, kill him."

"Yes, Master!"

With Nalan's naughty order, Ye Tiancheng on the side quickly drew his sword out of its sheath, and in a flash, he rushed towards Lu Qi in front of him.

As a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, dealing with a mere cultivator in the Body Refining Stage is a piece of cake.

Facing Ye Tiancheng's offensive, Lu Qi at this moment would naturally not choose to stand still.

Immediately run the aura of the whole body to bless the chain golden armor on his body.

Immediately, the palms condensed thousands of murderous auras, and began to activate the dark energy in the body to display the Yi Jin Jing.

"First move, Wei Tuo presents the pestle!"

"Second move, cross-arm the subduing magic pestle!"

"The third force, hold the Heavenly Gate!"

"Fourth move, get stars for fight!"

"Fifth move, pull the tail of the nine bulls backward!"

"Sixth move, spread claws and spread wings!"

The six postures of the Yijinjing come out together, and his body shape begins to change continuously, and his steps are like ghosts and ghosts, making it difficult to detect the reality.

He often clenched his fists in his hands, and turned his palms frequently. Under the blessing of spiritual energy, the dark energy circulated freely in his body, and all his movements seemed to be natural at this moment.

And within Lu Qi's sea of ​​consciousness, the phantom of the villain of the Six Paths was also displaying the six postures of the Yi Jin Jing at the same time.

For a while, Lu Qi, who looked ordinary at first, exuded a strange and unpredictable aura after another.

Ye Tiancheng, who was rushing towards the front, stopped in the middle of the road at this time, and he didn't dare to shoot rashly when he couldn't find out the truth of the opponent.

At this time, Nalan's stubbornness couldn't help but widen his eyes, with a look of doubt on his face.

Even though he has reached the half-step stage of transforming into gods, he still can't feel what kind of kung fu Lu Qi is using at this time.

Although there is not much spiritual blessing, it gives people an unpredictable aura.

"This kid seems to have something."

Seeing this scene, Nangong Twelve was slightly startled, and secretly praised.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Ye Tiancheng took a deep breath, and immediately blasted forward at an extremely fast speed.

In his opinion, the other party is only in the body training stage, even if some method is used, the increase in strength is destined to not be too much.

And if I am a dignified foundation-building monk, if he is bluffed by the other party and spread the word, wouldn't it make people laugh!

Facing Ye Tiancheng who was coming towards him, at this moment Lu Qichang let out a foul breath, and his originally restrained palms were suddenly clenched and turned into fists.

In an instant, one after another fist strength was strengthened on the fist, and the murderous aura suddenly increased.

"retreat!"

Accompanied by a roar of anger, a fist containing the power of moving mountains and filling seas was suddenly thrown forward.

Fist intent enveloped the surroundings, splashed flying sand and rocks, and blasted towards Ye Tiancheng who was in front of him.

In the face of this sudden blow, Ye Tiancheng, who hadn't put the opponent in his eyes, suddenly froze, and quickly blocked the three-foot long sword in front of him.

He wanted to block Lu Qi's powerful blow with this.

It's a pity that at the moment he raised his sword to block it, a silver light suddenly shot towards the center of his eyebrows.

"Damn trick!"

Ye Tiancheng secretly thought that it was not good. After weighing one or two in his mind, he finally chose to block the blow that pierced his eyebrows.

Lu Qi's fist hit Ye Tiancheng's chest firmly, and instantly knocked him backwards.

When it landed, it was already spitting out blood, and the breath of the whole person began to become vain.

"Cough cough cough."

Lu Qi, who reluctantly threw out a punch, was half kneeling on the ground, coughing up blood, his face had turned pale, and his lips had turned purple.

"Boy, I really don't want my life."

Nangong Twelve looked at Lu Qi who was extremely sluggish, his face changed slightly.

Immediately, he looked at Ji Anxin who was at the side, and said in a deep voice: "Little girl, do you know that when the two sides are fighting, no third person is allowed to intervene!"

Others may not have noticed where the silver light came from, but Nangong Twelve could see it clearly.

It was Ji Anxin who mobilized the few auras in his body to forcibly deliver such a sword with the broken sword.

At this moment, Ji Anxin's face was pale, and she no longer had the strength to stand up. Fortunately, several disciples from Tianwai Peak around her supported her, otherwise she would collapse on the ground.

"He's relying on his foundation-building stage cultivation to deal with my elder brother. This is bullying the small with the big!"

Facing Nangong Twelve's words, Ji Anxin spoke with difficulty.

At the same time, Nalan stubbornly looked at Ye Tiancheng who was lying on the ground, and breathed a sigh of relief after checking his breath.

Although the latter took Lu Qi's punch abruptly, the gap between the body training stage and the foundation building stage was huge.

Even this powerful punch only made Ye Tiancheng temporarily incapable of fighting, and there was no danger of his life.

At this moment, his eyes looking at Lu Qi became extremely cold.

"It seems that Taoist Tianyan is indeed capable of teaching such a disciple."

"It's a pity, I'm doomed to keep you today!"

While speaking, Nalan stubbornly raised his sword to kill.

He knew that he couldn't let the kid in front of him continue to grow up.

Only the strength of the sixth heaven in the body training stage can make a monk in the foundation stage lose his fighting ability for a short time.

If the other party is allowed to continue to grow, the consequences will be unimaginable!

"Nalan is stubborn, if you are a dignified half-step cultivator, if you attack a junior, isn't it too unruly?"

Seeing Nalan's naughty approaching with a sword, Nangong Twelve steps landed beside Lu Qi, with a long spear in his hand.

"Nangong Twelve, don't block me!"

"Today this son must die!"

Nalan's stubborn eyes were full of murderous intent, and he would never let Lu Qi continue to live, whether in public or private.

"I said, he can't die."

Nangong Twelve snorted coldly.

Take one step.

It directly blocked Nalan's stubbornness.

The two didn't have too many words, and they fought directly.

A wave of terrifying aura spread towards the surroundings, and sword intent and spear intent burst out continuously in mid-air.

Even the ancestors of the four aristocratic families dare not participate in this battle.

The battle between the two Nascent Soul stage powerhouses is simply not something they can participate in at the half-stage Nascent Soul stage.

Lu Qi looked at Nangong Twelve who was fighting with Nalan stubbornly.

Through Jiuyou Shentong, he quickly discovered that the latter was already at a disadvantage.

It's no wonder, after all, Nalan's stubbornness has half a foot into the stage of transforming gods, even if Nangong Twelve's marksmanship is superb, it is still difficult to make up for the gap in the realm of cultivation.

"boom!"

A huge explosion sounded, and Nangong Twelve's figure fell from the sky to the ground like a cannonball.

When it landed, it splashed dust all over the sky, and the whole ground began to crack inch by inch.

After the smoke and dust dispersed, he was half kneeling on the ground in embarrassment, holding a long gun, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.