An Zheng shouted at the middle-aged man's back: "Do you know where my friend is?!"
An Zheng pouted: "I mentioned it."
In all these years, he has never seen a guy as stupid and desperate as An Zheng.
His power at this moment is a tonic for that force, and when it is supplemented, the force becomes even more powerful. An Zheng tried to gently shift the direction of the force. The angle of the rotating force in the fish basket changed, and then the fish basket began to tilt slightly.
The power of the rotating cultivation force pressed down, and the fish basket became as heavy as Mount Tai and was impossible to lift.
The middle-aged man said without looking back: "However, if you want to know their whereabouts, please bring me the fishing rod and fishing basket first. I will wait for you on the ferry boat by the river for only three days."
An Zheng asked.
An Zheng shouted loudly, and the fish basket slowly flew up under the influence of the rotation force inside.
"Know."
With a pop, An Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned pale. However, he did not let go of his hand this time, but gritted his teeth and continued to feel the power.
There was a gentle sound of water in his ears. An Zheng looked sideways and found that he was lying on the boat. The middle-aged man was sitting on the bow. There was an iron pot on the bow, and there was a gurgling sound inside. Fish stew... The smell entered An Zheng's nose, and he instantly felt extremely hungry.
The middle-aged man said without looking back: "However, if you want to know their whereabouts, please bring me the fishing rod and fishing basket first. I will wait for you on the ferry boat by the river for only three days."
He just wanted to send back those ancient people who were harming the entire Central Plains, but he didn't expect to send too many people back, directly returning to what the ancient people thought was the ancient period. This period was when the Immortal Palace was at its most prosperous, and the rule of the Immortal Palace was extremely strong, and those truly strong men were not something An Zheng could challenge now.
"Wake it up for me!"
An Zheng explained the process of sensing the opponent's power and then using the opponent's power to spin the fish basket into the air. The man's eyes became more complicated when he looked at An Zheng: "You are not just stupid, you are stupid in a very complicated way."
An Zheng took it and looked at it: "Why is there only soup?"
An Zheng sat there in deep thought, with nosebleeds running from the corner of his mouth to his chin and dripping on his clothes.
About ten minutes later, An Zheng placed his hands on the fish basket for the second time, focusing all his attention on his fingers and palms. At this moment, the perception of his palms became extremely sharp, but because of this, the impact of the other party's cultivation power on him was even more violent.
An Zheng couldn't lift it.
An Zheng couldn't lift it.
He just wanted to send back those ancient people who were harming the entire Central Plains, but he didn't expect to send too many people back, directly returning to what the ancient people thought was the ancient period. This period was when the Immortal Palace was at its most prosperous, and the rule of the Immortal Palace was extremely strong, and those truly strong men were not something An Zheng could challenge now.
An Zheng gritted his teeth. It had been a long time since he had done a horse stance, but now he had picked up all these basic skills. The horse's steps are steady, and then Qi moves to the Dantian, grabbing both sides of the fish basket and lifting it up.
An Zheng explained the process of sensing the opponent's power and then using the opponent's power to spin the fish basket into the air. The man's eyes became more complicated when he looked at An Zheng: "You are not just stupid, you are stupid in a very complicated way."
The man looked back at An Zheng and said, "You are the stupidest guy I have ever seen, but your perseverance is commendable."
The seemingly ordinary fishing basket and fishing rod seemed to be heavier than the entire mountain range. In the Daxi era, his cultivation that had reached the Great Heaven Realm gave An Zheng incomparable confidence. Even if he faced Chen Wunuo directly, he had nothing to worry about. However, in this era, he found that he was so small.
In fact, the middle-aged man's cultivation power left in this fish basket is not much, just a small group. However, this small group of cultivation power formed a whirlpool in the fish basket, repeating itself over and over again, seemingly never stopping. It's like the chaos before the universe opened up. It's rotating and integrated, and there's no way to break it.
He picked up a piece of plump fish meat and put it into his mouth, then smashed it into his mouth: "It's delicious."
An Zheng poured his power of cultivation into the fish basket. Although the middle-aged man's power left in the fish basket was only a small amount, but in comparison, all of An Zheng's power of cultivation was poured into the fish. In the basket, it is no match for that small group of strength.
"It's just a fish basket, how proud are you?"
The middle-aged man frowned, but the disappointment in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a kind of appreciation.
"Too stupid."
In fact, the middle-aged man's cultivation power left in this fish basket is not much, just a small group. However, this small group of cultivation power formed a whirlpool in the fish basket, repeating itself over and over again, seemingly never stopping. It's like the chaos before the universe opened up. It's rotating and integrated, and there's no way to break it.
He saw An Zheng walking over step by step, already shaky when he reached the fish basket.
Maybe it's God's will
After saying this, An Zheng fell to the ground with a plop and passed out again.
However, An Zheng's intention was not to use force to defeat force, but to use force. He suppressed and eliminated all the attributes in his cultivation power. It was just pure power. There was no righteous pure Yang, no thunder power of heaven, nothing, just the power of cultivation.
In fact, the middle-aged man's cultivation power left in this fish basket is not much, just a small group. However, this small group of cultivation power formed a whirlpool in the fish basket, repeating itself over and over again, seemingly never stopping. It's like the chaos before the universe opened up. It's rotating and integrated, and there's no way to break it.
"I must find Xiaoliu'er and the others!"
The seemingly ordinary fishing basket and fishing rod seemed to be heavier than the entire mountain range. In the Daxi era, his cultivation that had reached the Great Heaven Realm gave An Zheng incomparable confidence. Even if he faced Chen Wunuo directly, he had nothing to worry about. However, in this era, he found that he was so small.
An Zheng didn't know who that weirdo was, but he was certain of one thing, that weirdo had no ill intentions. With his cultivation level, if he wanted to harm An Zheng, An Zheng might not even have room to fight back.
The man rolled his eyes at An Zheng, then scooped up some fish soup with an iron spoon and tasted it. He seemed very satisfied with his craftsmanship.
The seemingly ordinary fishing basket and fishing rod seemed to be heavier than the entire mountain range. In the Daxi era, his cultivation that had reached the Great Heaven Realm gave An Zheng incomparable confidence. Even if he faced Chen Wunuo directly, he had nothing to worry about. However, in this era, he found that he was so small.
He just wanted to send back those ancient people who were harming the entire Central Plains, but he didn't expect to send too many people back, directly returning to what the ancient people thought was the ancient period. This period was when the Immortal Palace was at its most prosperous, and the rule of the Immortal Palace was extremely strong, and those truly strong men were not something An Zheng could challenge now.
The fishing rod looked like an ordinary green bamboo, and the fish basket was made of red willow. Such an ordinary thing now seemed to be an insurmountable chasm before An Zheng.
The middle-aged man sitting in the small boat on the river bank shook his head and sighed: "You are so stupid. Is it any use if I pick it up?"
With a pop, An Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned pale. However, he did not let go of his hand this time, but gritted his teeth and continued to feel the power.
The fishing rod looked like an ordinary green bamboo, and the fish basket was made of red willow. Such an ordinary thing now seemed to be an insurmountable chasm before An Zheng.
"Why do you call me stupid?"
The fish basket seemed to be rooted in the earth, motionless.
The man said nonchalantly: "Whether you admit it or not is your business, and whether I accept it or not is my business. You... have no choice."
"Why do you call me stupid?"
An Zheng didn't know who that weirdo was, but he was certain of one thing, that weirdo had no ill intentions. With his cultivation level, if he wanted to harm An Zheng, An Zheng might not even have room to fight back.
An Zheng explained the process of sensing the opponent's power and then using the opponent's power to spin the fish basket into the air. The man's eyes became more complicated when he looked at An Zheng: "You are not just stupid, you are stupid in a very complicated way."
"I can't die. I have to go find Xiaoliu'er and the others. Xiaoliu'er can't live without me, and they can't live without me. How can Chen Shaobai live without me? I'm still the fat man's wet nurse, and I have to feed him."
The man said matter-of-factly: "The master eats meat and the apprentice drinks soup. This is a matter of course."
The middle-aged man said without looking back: "However, if you want to know their whereabouts, please bring me the fishing rod and fishing basket first. I will wait for you on the ferry boat by the river for only three days."
"It's just a fish basket, how proud are you?"
An Zheng shouted towards the river: "Who is that? I don't need three days, I will show it to you now!"
An Zheng: "..."
How can I do
The fishing rod looked like an ordinary green bamboo, and the fish basket was made of red willow. Such an ordinary thing now seemed to be an insurmountable chasm before An Zheng.
An Zheng underestimated and said, "You are the fool," and then continued to use his strength.
"I must find Xiaoliu'er and the others!"
An Zheng couldn't lift it.
But his eyes brightened.
An Zheng couldn't lift it.
He got up and walked toward the fish basket. After walking three or four steps, he fell to the ground with a plop. He was so weak that he couldn't even stabilize his body. His face was slapped directly on the ground, his nose was broken, and his ears started to crack. There was blood flowing out.
"I must find Xiaoliu'er and the others!"
An Zheng put his hands against the fish basket, and the spinning power really seemed to have no end. It kept spinning like this without losing any of the power. This is completely different from the world of cultivation that An Zheng had come into contact with before. In the Daxi era, a practitioner's power would not condense and dissipate after it was released, but would dissipate on its own after a short time.
He filled a bowl of fish soup and handed it to An Zheng: "This is for you."
An Zheng looked at the middle-aged man with a bit of stubborn pride on his lips: "It's up..."
An Zheng: "..."
An Zheng gritted his teeth. It had been a long time since he had done a horse stance, but now he had picked up all these basic skills. The horse's steps are steady, and then Qi moves to the Dantian, grabbing both sides of the fish basket and lifting it up.
An Zheng gritted his teeth. It had been a long time since he had done a horse stance, but now he had picked up all these basic skills. The horse's steps are steady, and then Qi moves to the Dantian, grabbing both sides of the fish basket and lifting it up.
An Zheng gritted his teeth. It had been a long time since he had done a horse stance, but now he had picked up all these basic skills. The horse's steps are steady, and then Qi moves to the Dantian, grabbing both sides of the fish basket and lifting it up.
An Zheng stood up holding the big tree and spat out another mouthful of blood. He raised his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth, staring at the fish basket.
With a pop, An Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned pale. However, he did not let go of his hand this time, but gritted his teeth and continued to feel the power.
The fish basket seemed to be rooted in the earth, motionless.
An Zheng explained the process of sensing the opponent's power and then using the opponent's power to spin the fish basket into the air. The man's eyes became more complicated when he looked at An Zheng: "You are not just stupid, you are stupid in a very complicated way."
The man looked back at An Zheng and said, "You are the stupidest guy I have ever seen, but your perseverance is commendable."
No characteristics can be detected in this power, and no attributes of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth can be sensed. This power doesn't seem to come from the human world at all, it seems to be extracted from the stars in the universe.
The middle-aged man who had already walked far away seemed to be a little disappointed and said to himself: "No wonder he has a superior physique, but his strength is so weak. It turns out that people are stupid."
"Know."
"There is always a way, Xiaoliu'er is still waiting for me."
Maybe it's God's will
In fact, the middle-aged man's cultivation power left in this fish basket is not much, just a small group. However, this small group of cultivation power formed a whirlpool in the fish basket, repeating itself over and over again, seemingly never stopping. It's like the chaos before the universe opened up. It's rotating and integrated, and there's no way to break it.
He got up and walked toward the fish basket. After walking three or four steps, he fell to the ground with a plop. He was so weak that he couldn't even stabilize his body. His face was slapped directly on the ground, his nose was broken, and his ears started to crack. There was blood flowing out.
But he didn't leave. Although he was disappointed, he still sat there and waited.
An Zheng shook his head vigorously and immediately removed his hands. If you try to use your own cultivation power to detect someone else's, you will be directly injured by the force of counterattack.
An Zheng underestimated and said, "You are the fool," and then continued to use his strength.
"Wake it up for me!"
An Zheng explained the process of sensing the opponent's power and then using the opponent's power to spin the fish basket into the air. The man's eyes became more complicated when he looked at An Zheng: "You are not just stupid, you are stupid in a very complicated way."
He picked up a piece of plump fish meat and put it into his mouth, then smashed it into his mouth: "It's delicious."
In all these years, he has never seen a guy as stupid and desperate as An Zheng.
How can I do
The man sighed: "How did you lift the fish basket?"
He roared angrily, and then walked towards the fish basket step by step. The injury was too serious, so my steps became extremely heavy. It felt like I was carrying a huge mountain on my back, and my legs seemed to be tied with ten thousand pounds of iron. When I stepped out, my whole body was in terrible pain. But An Zheng didn't stop. He gritted his teeth and walked back, took a deep breath, then sat down cross-legged and continued to feel the power.
The man said nonchalantly: "Whether you admit it or not is your business, and whether I accept it or not is my business. You... have no choice."
Suddenly, An Zheng thought of something... This fish basket was just a fish basket, not a magic weapon. The reason why it was so heavy was because of the power of cultivation that the guy left on the fish basket. That was a power of cultivation that far exceeded that of the Great Heaven Realm, and was much purer in terms of quality than An Zheng's power of cultivation.
"Know."
About ten minutes later, An Zheng placed his hands on the fish basket for the second time, focusing all his attention on his fingers and palms. At this moment, the perception of his palms became extremely sharp, but because of this, the impact of the other party's cultivation power on him was even more violent.
An Zheng got up again, and the smile on his lips showed a kind of fearless courage and ruthlessness. The middle-aged man sitting in the boat was stunned for a moment when he saw the smile, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
An Zheng shouted loudly, and the fish basket slowly flew up under the influence of the rotation force inside.
The man said matter-of-factly: "The master eats meat and the apprentice drinks soup. This is a matter of course."
If An Zheng wants to lift the fish basket now, he has to use force to break it. However, his own cultivation is not as strong as others, how can he break it? It's like a three-year-old child wrestling with an adult strong man. Even if the three-year-old child hangs his fist with one finger, the child still can't win.
An Zheng couldn't lift it.
An Zheng took it and looked at it: "Why is there only soup?"
The middle-aged man who had already walked far away seemed to be a little disappointed and said to himself: "No wonder he has a superior physique, but his strength is so weak. It turns out that people are stupid."
An Zheng sat down cross-legged, put his hands against the fish basket and began to feel it. When he began to experience that kind of power, there was a buzz in his head, and his nose started to bleed instantly. It was as if his brain had been hit directly by a heavy hammer, and he felt as if he was going to faint in an instant.
An Zheng explained the process of sensing the opponent's power and then using the opponent's power to spin the fish basket into the air. The man's eyes became more complicated when he looked at An Zheng: "You are not just stupid, you are stupid in a very complicated way."
"Hello!"
An Zheng explained the process of sensing the opponent's power and then using the opponent's power to spin the fish basket into the air. The man's eyes became more complicated when he looked at An Zheng: "You are not just stupid, you are stupid in a very complicated way."
An Zheng shook his head vigorously and immediately removed his hands. If you try to use your own cultivation power to detect someone else's, you will be directly injured by the force of counterattack.
The middle-aged man said without looking back: "However, if you want to know their whereabouts, please bring me the fishing rod and fishing basket first. I will wait for you on the ferry boat by the river for only three days."
"I must... find them!"
In all these years, he has never seen a guy as stupid and desperate as An Zheng.
An Zheng shook his head vigorously and immediately removed his hands. If you try to use your own cultivation power to detect someone else's, you will be directly injured by the force of counterattack.
He roared angrily, and then walked towards the fish basket step by step. The injury was too serious, so my steps became extremely heavy. It felt like I was carrying a huge mountain on my back, and my legs seemed to be tied with ten thousand pounds of iron. When I stepped out, my whole body was in terrible pain. But An Zheng didn't stop. He gritted his teeth and walked back, took a deep breath, then sat down cross-legged and continued to feel the power.
However, An Zheng's intention was not to use force to defeat force, but to use force. He suppressed and eliminated all the attributes in his cultivation power. It was just pure power. There was no righteous pure Yang, no thunder power of heaven, nothing, just the power of cultivation.
The middle-aged man sitting in the small boat on the river bank shook his head and sighed: "You are so stupid. Is it any use if I pick it up?"
However, An Zheng's intention was not to use force to defeat force, but to use force. He suppressed and eliminated all the attributes in his cultivation power. It was just pure power. There was no righteous pure Yang, no thunder power of heaven, nothing, just the power of cultivation.
"You'll die like this."
Then An Zheng reacted: "Who recognizes you as master?"
How can I do
How can I do
There was a gentle sound of water in his ears. An Zheng looked sideways and found that he was lying on the boat. The middle-aged man was sitting on the bow. There was an iron pot on the bow, and there was a gurgling sound inside. Fish stew... The smell entered An Zheng's nose, and he instantly felt extremely hungry.
An Zheng poured his power of cultivation into the fish basket. Although the middle-aged man's power left in the fish basket was only a small amount, but in comparison, all of An Zheng's power of cultivation was poured into the fish. In the basket, it is no match for that small group of strength.
When An Zheng woke up again, he looked up and saw the starry night sky, so clean and thorough. The night breeze was blowing coolly on my body, and it was an indescribable tranquility.
"You'll die like this."
An Zheng sat there in deep thought, with nosebleeds running from the corner of his mouth to his chin and dripping on his clothes.
An Zheng sat there in deep thought, with nosebleeds running from the corner of his mouth to his chin and dripping on his clothes.
"Why do you call me stupid?"
How can I do
This time An Zheng held on for about fifteen minutes, and then he was blown away by the force. His body flew far away like a kite with its string broken, and his back hit hard against the thick weeping willow tree dozens of meters away. With a bang, the big tree shook and many leaves fell.
But he didn't leave. Although he was disappointed, he still sat there and waited.
The middle-aged man who had already walked far away seemed to be a little disappointed and said to himself: "No wonder he has a superior physique, but his strength is so weak. It turns out that people are stupid."
About ten minutes later, An Zheng placed his hands on the fish basket for the second time, focusing all his attention on his fingers and palms. At this moment, the perception of his palms became extremely sharp, but because of this, the impact of the other party's cultivation power on him was even more violent.
An Zheng poured his power of cultivation into the fish basket. Although the middle-aged man's power left in the fish basket was only a small amount, but in comparison, all of An Zheng's power of cultivation was poured into the fish. In the basket, it is no match for that small group of strength.
An Zheng got up again, and the smile on his lips showed a kind of fearless courage and ruthlessness. The middle-aged man sitting in the boat was stunned for a moment when he saw the smile, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
However, An Zheng's intention was not to use force to defeat force, but to use force. He suppressed and eliminated all the attributes in his cultivation power. It was just pure power. There was no righteous pure Yang, no thunder power of heaven, nothing, just the power of cultivation.
With a pop, An Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned pale. However, he did not let go of his hand this time, but gritted his teeth and continued to feel the power.
An Zheng shouted loudly, and the fish basket slowly flew up under the influence of the rotation force inside.
After holding on for four or five minutes, An Zheng felt his mind startled and his eyes suddenly blackened, and then he fell down.
An Zheng didn't know who that weirdo was, but he was certain of one thing, that weirdo had no ill intentions. With his cultivation level, if he wanted to harm An Zheng, An Zheng might not even have room to fight back.
"Power comes and goes. You can't lift it up, but you can use it!"
He picked up a piece of plump fish meat and put it into his mouth, then smashed it into his mouth: "It's delicious."
The man said matter-of-factly: "The master eats meat and the apprentice drinks soup. This is a matter of course."
The fish basket seemed to be rooted in the earth, motionless.
An Zheng felt that his hands might be crippled at any time, and the meridians in his arms were about to be broken. However, the operation method of the power of cultivation was perceived.
An Zheng sat there in deep thought, with nosebleeds running from the corner of his mouth to his chin and dripping on his clothes.
With a pop, An Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned pale. However, he did not let go of his hand this time, but gritted his teeth and continued to feel the power.
An Zheng pouted: "I mentioned it."
An Zheng pouted: "I mentioned it."
In fact, the middle-aged man's cultivation power left in this fish basket is not much, just a small group. However, this small group of cultivation power formed a whirlpool in the fish basket, repeating itself over and over again, seemingly never stopping. It's like the chaos before the universe opened up. It's rotating and integrated, and there's no way to break it.
An Zheng felt that his hands might be crippled at any time, and the meridians in his arms were about to be broken. However, the operation method of the power of cultivation was perceived.
An Zheng poured his power of cultivation into the fish basket. Although the middle-aged man's power left in the fish basket was only a small amount, but in comparison, all of An Zheng's power of cultivation was poured into the fish. In the basket, it is no match for that small group of strength.
He filled a bowl of fish soup and handed it to An Zheng: "This is for you."
An Zheng put his hands against the fish basket, and the spinning power really seemed to have no end. It kept spinning like this without losing any of the power. This is completely different from the world of cultivation that An Zheng had come into contact with before. In the Daxi era, a practitioner's power would not condense and dissipate after it was released, but would dissipate on its own after a short time.
Maybe it's God's will
More and more blood flowed from the corner of An Zheng's mouth, and soon the clothes on his chest were stained red with blood.
An Zheng: "..."
The middle-aged man shouted distantly, and there seemed to be something very complicated in his tone.
This time An Zheng held on for about fifteen minutes, and then he was blown away by the force. His body flew far away like a kite with its string broken, and his back hit hard against the thick weeping willow tree dozens of meters away. With a bang, the big tree shook and many leaves fell.
An Zheng explained the process of sensing the opponent's power and then using the opponent's power to spin the fish basket into the air. The man's eyes became more complicated when he looked at An Zheng: "You are not just stupid, you are stupid in a very complicated way."
"There is always a way, Xiaoliu'er is still waiting for me."
An Zheng put his hands against the fish basket, and the spinning power really seemed to have no end. It kept spinning like this without losing any of the power. This is completely different from the world of cultivation that An Zheng had come into contact with before. In the Daxi era, a practitioner's power would not condense and dissipate after it was released, but would dissipate on its own after a short time.
The seemingly ordinary fishing basket and fishing rod seemed to be heavier than the entire mountain range. In the Daxi era, his cultivation that had reached the Great Heaven Realm gave An Zheng incomparable confidence. Even if he faced Chen Wunuo directly, he had nothing to worry about. However, in this era, he found that he was so small.
This time An Zheng held on for about fifteen minutes, and then he was blown away by the force. His body flew far away like a kite with its string broken, and his back hit hard against the thick weeping willow tree dozens of meters away. With a bang, the big tree shook and many leaves fell.
About ten minutes later, An Zheng placed his hands on the fish basket for the second time, focusing all his attention on his fingers and palms. At this moment, the perception of his palms became extremely sharp, but because of this, the impact of the other party's cultivation power on him was even more violent.
Then An Zheng reacted: "Who recognizes you as master?"
The power of the rotating cultivation force pressed down, and the fish basket became as heavy as Mount Tai and was impossible to lift.
In fact, the middle-aged man's cultivation power left in this fish basket is not much, just a small group. However, this small group of cultivation power formed a whirlpool in the fish basket, repeating itself over and over again, seemingly never stopping. It's like the chaos before the universe opened up. It's rotating and integrated, and there's no way to break it.
The man said matter-of-factly: "The master eats meat and the apprentice drinks soup. This is a matter of course."
An Zheng's hands clung to the fish basket and refused to let go. The power was constantly eroding outwards as it rotated. An Zheng's palms crackled constantly, and many holes were opened, followed closely. The skin on his back exploded little by little, and there were dense wounds, which looked shocking.
There was a gentle sound of water in his ears. An Zheng looked sideways and found that he was lying on the boat. The middle-aged man was sitting on the bow. There was an iron pot on the bow, and there was a gurgling sound inside. Fish stew... The smell entered An Zheng's nose, and he instantly felt extremely hungry.
More and more blood flowed from the corner of An Zheng's mouth, and soon the clothes on his chest were stained red with blood.
His power at this moment is a tonic for that force, and when it is supplemented, the force becomes even more powerful. An Zheng tried to gently shift the direction of the force. The angle of the rotating force in the fish basket changed, and then the fish basket began to tilt slightly.
An Zheng explained the process of sensing the opponent's power and then using the opponent's power to spin the fish basket into the air. The man's eyes became more complicated when he looked at An Zheng: "You are not just stupid, you are stupid in a very complicated way."
However, this force, hovering in the fish basket, seemed to have created a separate small universe.
An Zheng put his hands against the fish basket, and the spinning power really seemed to have no end. It kept spinning like this without losing any of the power. This is completely different from the world of cultivation that An Zheng had come into contact with before. In the Daxi era, a practitioner's power would not condense and dissipate after it was released, but would dissipate on its own after a short time.
After holding on for four or five minutes, An Zheng felt his mind startled and his eyes suddenly blackened, and then he fell down.
In all these years, he has never seen a guy as stupid and desperate as An Zheng.
"You'll die like this."
When An Zheng woke up again, he looked up and saw the starry night sky, so clean and thorough. The night breeze was blowing coolly on my body, and it was an indescribable tranquility.
The man looked back at An Zheng and said, "You are the stupidest guy I have ever seen, but your perseverance is commendable."
An Zheng asked.
Half an hour later, An Zheng was knocked flying again, this time farther. After landing, his body rolled upstream for more than ten meters on the ground, and he fell into disgrace. The handsome An Zheng looked extremely embarrassed.
An Zheng's hands clung to the fish basket and refused to let go. The power was constantly eroding outwards as it rotated. An Zheng's palms crackled constantly, and many holes were opened, followed closely. The skin on his back exploded little by little, and there were dense wounds, which looked shocking.
The fish basket seemed to be rooted in the earth, motionless.
The middle-aged man sitting in the small boat on the river bank shook his head and sighed: "You are so stupid. Is it any use if I pick it up?"
He roared angrily, and then walked towards the fish basket step by step. The injury was too serious, so my steps became extremely heavy. It felt like I was carrying a huge mountain on my back, and my legs seemed to be tied with ten thousand pounds of iron. When I stepped out, my whole body was in terrible pain. But An Zheng didn't stop. He gritted his teeth and walked back, took a deep breath, then sat down cross-legged and continued to feel the power.
"It's just a fish basket, how proud are you?"
"I must... find them!"
His power at this moment is a tonic for that force, and when it is supplemented, the force becomes even more powerful. An Zheng tried to gently shift the direction of the force. The angle of the rotating force in the fish basket changed, and then the fish basket began to tilt slightly.
When An Zheng woke up again, he looked up and saw the starry night sky, so clean and thorough. The night breeze was blowing coolly on my body, and it was an indescribable tranquility.
But he didn't leave. Although he was disappointed, he still sat there and waited.
An Zheng shouted at the middle-aged man's back: "Do you know where my friend is?!"
An Zheng gritted his teeth. It had been a long time since he had done a horse stance, but now he had picked up all these basic skills. The horse's steps are steady, and then Qi moves to the Dantian, grabbing both sides of the fish basket and lifting it up.
An Zheng asked.
He roared angrily, and then walked towards the fish basket step by step. The injury was too serious, so my steps became extremely heavy. It felt like I was carrying a huge mountain on my back, and my legs seemed to be tied with ten thousand pounds of iron. When I stepped out, my whole body was in terrible pain. But An Zheng didn't stop. He gritted his teeth and walked back, took a deep breath, then sat down cross-legged and continued to feel the power.
An Zheng sat down cross-legged, put his hands against the fish basket and began to feel it. When he began to experience that kind of power, there was a buzz in his head, and his nose started to bleed instantly. It was as if his brain had been hit directly by a heavy hammer, and he felt as if he was going to faint in an instant.
How can I do
"woke up?"
An Zheng got up again, and the smile on his lips showed a kind of fearless courage and ruthlessness. The middle-aged man sitting in the boat was stunned for a moment when he saw the smile, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
Half an hour later, An Zheng woke up and looked at his scarred hands. Without any hesitation, he once again put his hands on the fish basket to feel the power of cultivation.
Half an hour later, An Zheng was knocked flying again, this time farther. After landing, his body rolled upstream for more than ten meters on the ground, and he fell into disgrace. The handsome An Zheng looked extremely embarrassed.
The fish basket seemed to be rooted in the earth, motionless.
"Know."
An Zheng couldn't lift it.
"Why do you call me stupid?"
This time An Zheng held on for about fifteen minutes, and then he was blown away by the force. His body flew far away like a kite with its string broken, and his back hit hard against the thick weeping willow tree dozens of meters away. With a bang, the big tree shook and many leaves fell.
If An Zheng wants to lift the fish basket now, he has to use force to break it. However, his own cultivation is not as strong as others, how can he break it? It's like a three-year-old child wrestling with an adult strong man. Even if the three-year-old child hangs his fist with one finger, the child still can't win.
An Zheng shook his head vigorously and immediately removed his hands. If you try to use your own cultivation power to detect someone else's, you will be directly injured by the force of counterattack.
He roared angrily, and then walked towards the fish basket step by step. The injury was too serious, so my steps became extremely heavy. It felt like I was carrying a huge mountain on my back, and my legs seemed to be tied with ten thousand pounds of iron. When I stepped out, my whole body was in terrible pain. But An Zheng didn't stop. He gritted his teeth and walked back, took a deep breath, then sat down cross-legged and continued to feel the power.
An Zheng stood up holding the big tree and spat out another mouthful of blood. He raised his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth, staring at the fish basket.
However, An Zheng's intention was not to use force to defeat force, but to use force. He suppressed and eliminated all the attributes in his cultivation power. It was just pure power. There was no righteous pure Yang, no thunder power of heaven, nothing, just the power of cultivation.
Half an hour later, An Zheng was knocked flying again, this time farther. After landing, his body rolled upstream for more than ten meters on the ground, and he fell into disgrace. The handsome An Zheng looked extremely embarrassed.
Maybe it's God's will
The fishing rod looked like an ordinary green bamboo, and the fish basket was made of red willow. Such an ordinary thing now seemed to be an insurmountable chasm before An Zheng.
The man looked back at An Zheng and said, "You are the stupidest guy I have ever seen, but your perseverance is commendable."
"Power comes and goes. You can't lift it up, but you can use it!"
In fact, the middle-aged man's cultivation power left in this fish basket is not much, just a small group. However, this small group of cultivation power formed a whirlpool in the fish basket, repeating itself over and over again, seemingly never stopping. It's like the chaos before the universe opened up. It's rotating and integrated, and there's no way to break it.
The middle-aged man who had already walked far away seemed to be a little disappointed and said to himself: "No wonder he has a superior physique, but his strength is so weak. It turns out that people are stupid."
"I must... find them!"
An Zheng put his hands against the fish basket, and the spinning power really seemed to have no end. It kept spinning like this without losing any of the power. This is completely different from the world of cultivation that An Zheng had come into contact with before. In the Daxi era, a practitioner's power would not condense and dissipate after it was released, but would dissipate on its own after a short time.
"Wake it up for me!"
An Zheng looked at the middle-aged man with a bit of stubborn pride on his lips: "It's up..."
The seemingly ordinary fishing basket and fishing rod seemed to be heavier than the entire mountain range. In the Daxi era, his cultivation that had reached the Great Heaven Realm gave An Zheng incomparable confidence. Even if he faced Chen Wunuo directly, he had nothing to worry about. However, in this era, he found that he was so small.
"Power comes and goes. You can't lift it up, but you can use it!"
An Zheng sat there in deep thought, with nosebleeds running from the corner of his mouth to his chin and dripping on his clothes.
However, An Zheng's intention was not to use force to defeat force, but to use force. He suppressed and eliminated all the attributes in his cultivation power. It was just pure power. There was no righteous pure Yang, no thunder power of heaven, nothing, just the power of cultivation.
"Know."
He roared angrily, and then walked towards the fish basket step by step. The injury was too serious, so my steps became extremely heavy. It felt like I was carrying a huge mountain on my back, and my legs seemed to be tied with ten thousand pounds of iron. When I stepped out, my whole body was in terrible pain. But An Zheng didn't stop. He gritted his teeth and walked back, took a deep breath, then sat down cross-legged and continued to feel the power.
When An Zheng woke up again, he looked up and saw the starry night sky, so clean and thorough. The night breeze was blowing coolly on my body, and it was an indescribable tranquility.
No characteristics can be detected in this power, and no attributes of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth can be sensed. This power doesn't seem to come from the human world at all, it seems to be extracted from the stars in the universe.
He roared angrily, and then walked towards the fish basket step by step. The injury was too serious, so my steps became extremely heavy. It felt like I was carrying a huge mountain on my back, and my legs seemed to be tied with ten thousand pounds of iron. When I stepped out, my whole body was in terrible pain. But An Zheng didn't stop. He gritted his teeth and walked back, took a deep breath, then sat down cross-legged and continued to feel the power.
He just wanted to send back those ancient people who were harming the entire Central Plains, but he didn't expect to send too many people back, directly returning to what the ancient people thought was the ancient period. This period was when the Immortal Palace was at its most prosperous, and the rule of the Immortal Palace was extremely strong, and those truly strong men were not something An Zheng could challenge now.
Suddenly, An Zheng thought of something... This fish basket was just a fish basket, not a magic weapon. The reason why it was so heavy was because of the power of cultivation that the guy left on the fish basket. That was a power of cultivation that far exceeded that of the Great Heaven Realm, and was much purer in terms of quality than An Zheng's power of cultivation.
"Too stupid."
This time An Zheng held on for about fifteen minutes, and then he was blown away by the force. His body flew far away like a kite with its string broken, and his back hit hard against the thick weeping willow tree dozens of meters away. With a bang, the big tree shook and many leaves fell.
He saw An Zheng walking over step by step, already shaky when he reached the fish basket.
This time An Zheng held on for about fifteen minutes, and then he was blown away by the force. His body flew far away like a kite with its string broken, and his back hit hard against the thick weeping willow tree dozens of meters away. With a bang, the big tree shook and many leaves fell.
An Zheng's hands clung to the fish basket and refused to let go. The power was constantly eroding outwards as it rotated. An Zheng's palms crackled constantly, and many holes were opened, followed closely. The skin on his back exploded little by little, and there were dense wounds, which looked shocking.
The middle-aged man said without looking back: "However, if you want to know their whereabouts, please bring me the fishing rod and fishing basket first. I will wait for you on the ferry boat by the river for only three days."
In all these years, he has never seen a guy as stupid and desperate as An Zheng.
The middle-aged man frowned, but the disappointment in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a kind of appreciation.
An Zheng took it and looked at it: "Why is there only soup?"
"Why do you call me stupid?"
If An Zheng wants to lift the fish basket now, he has to use force to break it. However, his own cultivation is not as strong as others, how can he break it? It's like a three-year-old child wrestling with an adult strong man. Even if the three-year-old child hangs his fist with one finger, the child still can't win.
However, this force, hovering in the fish basket, seemed to have created a separate small universe.
Half an hour later, An Zheng woke up and looked at his scarred hands. Without any hesitation, he once again put his hands on the fish basket to feel the power of cultivation.
The middle-aged man who had already walked far away seemed to be a little disappointed and said to himself: "No wonder he has a superior physique, but his strength is so weak. It turns out that people are stupid."
The fishing rod looked like an ordinary green bamboo, and the fish basket was made of red willow. Such an ordinary thing now seemed to be an insurmountable chasm before An Zheng.
An Zheng put his hands against the fish basket, and the spinning power really seemed to have no end. It kept spinning like this without losing any of the power. This is completely different from the world of cultivation that An Zheng had come into contact with before. In the Daxi era, a practitioner's power would not condense and dissipate after it was released, but would dissipate on its own after a short time.
No characteristics can be detected in this power, and no attributes of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth can be sensed. This power doesn't seem to come from the human world at all, it seems to be extracted from the stars in the universe.
No characteristics can be detected in this power, and no attributes of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth can be sensed. This power doesn't seem to come from the human world at all, it seems to be extracted from the stars in the universe.
However, this force, hovering in the fish basket, seemed to have created a separate small universe.
An Zheng sat there in deep thought, with nosebleeds running from the corner of his mouth to his chin and dripping on his clothes.
The fishing rod looked like an ordinary green bamboo, and the fish basket was made of red willow. Such an ordinary thing now seemed to be an insurmountable chasm before An Zheng.
The middle-aged man said without looking back: "However, if you want to know their whereabouts, please bring me the fishing rod and fishing basket first. I will wait for you on the ferry boat by the river for only three days."
No characteristics can be detected in this power, and no attributes of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth can be sensed. This power doesn't seem to come from the human world at all, it seems to be extracted from the stars in the universe.
An Zheng looked at the middle-aged man with a bit of stubborn pride on his lips: "It's up..."
An Zheng poured his power of cultivation into the fish basket. Although the middle-aged man's power left in the fish basket was only a small amount, but in comparison, all of An Zheng's power of cultivation was poured into the fish. In the basket, it is no match for that small group of strength.
Seeing this change, the smile on An Zheng's lips grew thicker and thicker. He kept pushing his strength, but his face became paler. He had been seriously injured and had not recovered at all. He only relied on those pills to hold him up. The bones that had not grown before were broken again. There was a constant popping sound in his body, followed closely by blood arrows. It penetrates the skin and shoots out.
"woke up?"
The power of the rotating cultivation force pressed down, and the fish basket became as heavy as Mount Tai and was impossible to lift.
An Zheng poured his power of cultivation into the fish basket. Although the middle-aged man's power left in the fish basket was only a small amount, but in comparison, all of An Zheng's power of cultivation was poured into the fish. In the basket, it is no match for that small group of strength.
"I must... find them!"
Half an hour later, An Zheng was knocked flying again, this time farther. After landing, his body rolled upstream for more than ten meters on the ground, and he fell into disgrace. The handsome An Zheng looked extremely embarrassed.
After saying this, An Zheng fell to the ground with a plop and passed out again.
Half an hour later, An Zheng was knocked flying again, this time farther. After landing, his body rolled upstream for more than ten meters on the ground, and he fell into disgrace. The handsome An Zheng looked extremely embarrassed.
However, this force, hovering in the fish basket, seemed to have created a separate small universe.
"It's just a fish basket, how proud are you?"
An Zheng: "..."
After saying this, An Zheng fell to the ground with a plop and passed out again.
In all these years, he has never seen a guy as stupid and desperate as An Zheng.
The man sighed: "How did you lift the fish basket?"
The man said matter-of-factly: "The master eats meat and the apprentice drinks soup. This is a matter of course."
But his eyes brightened.
The fish basket seemed to be rooted in the earth, motionless.
The man said matter-of-factly: "The master eats meat and the apprentice drinks soup. This is a matter of course."
However, this force, hovering in the fish basket, seemed to have created a separate small universe.
"You'll die like this."
"Hello!"
Seeing this change, the smile on An Zheng's lips grew thicker and thicker. He kept pushing his strength, but his face became paler. He had been seriously injured and had not recovered at all. He only relied on those pills to hold him up. The bones that had not grown before were broken again. There was a constant popping sound in his body, followed closely by blood arrows. It penetrates the skin and shoots out.
An Zheng shouted loudly, and the fish basket slowly flew up under the influence of the rotation force inside.
An Zheng shouted loudly, and the fish basket slowly flew up under the influence of the rotation force inside.
His power at this moment is a tonic for that force, and when it is supplemented, the force becomes even more powerful. An Zheng tried to gently shift the direction of the force. The angle of the rotating force in the fish basket changed, and then the fish basket began to tilt slightly.
An Zheng shouted towards the river: "Who is that? I don't need three days, I will show it to you now!"
An Zheng's hands clung to the fish basket and refused to let go. The power was constantly eroding outwards as it rotated. An Zheng's palms crackled constantly, and many holes were opened, followed closely. The skin on his back exploded little by little, and there were dense wounds, which looked shocking.
"You'll die like this."
No characteristics can be detected in this power, and no attributes of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth can be sensed. This power doesn't seem to come from the human world at all, it seems to be extracted from the stars in the universe.
"Hello!"
The man said nonchalantly: "Whether you admit it or not is your business, and whether I accept it or not is my business. You... have no choice."
An Zheng felt that his hands might be crippled at any time, and the meridians in his arms were about to be broken. However, the operation method of the power of cultivation was perceived.
He got up and walked toward the fish basket. After walking three or four steps, he fell to the ground with a plop. He was so weak that he couldn't even stabilize his body. His face was slapped directly on the ground, his nose was broken, and his ears started to crack. There was blood flowing out.
The seemingly ordinary fishing basket and fishing rod seemed to be heavier than the entire mountain range. In the Daxi era, his cultivation that had reached the Great Heaven Realm gave An Zheng incomparable confidence. Even if he faced Chen Wunuo directly, he had nothing to worry about. However, in this era, he found that he was so small.
An Zheng sat down cross-legged, put his hands against the fish basket and began to feel it. When he began to experience that kind of power, there was a buzz in his head, and his nose started to bleed instantly. It was as if his brain had been hit directly by a heavy hammer, and he felt as if he was going to faint in an instant.
An Zheng sat there in deep thought, with nosebleeds running from the corner of his mouth to his chin and dripping on his clothes.
Seeing this change, the smile on An Zheng's lips grew thicker and thicker. He kept pushing his strength, but his face became paler. He had been seriously injured and had not recovered at all. He only relied on those pills to hold him up. The bones that had not grown before were broken again. There was a constant popping sound in his body, followed closely by blood arrows. It penetrates the skin and shoots out.
The man rolled his eyes at An Zheng, then scooped up some fish soup with an iron spoon and tasted it. He seemed very satisfied with his craftsmanship.
"I can't die. I have to go find Xiaoliu'er and the others. Xiaoliu'er can't live without me, and they can't live without me. How can Chen Shaobai live without me? I'm still the fat man's wet nurse, and I have to feed him."
An Zheng looked at the middle-aged man with a bit of stubborn pride on his lips: "It's up..."
"You'll die like this."
"Wake it up for me!"
More and more blood flowed from the corner of An Zheng's mouth, and soon the clothes on his chest were stained red with blood.
An Zheng didn't know who that weirdo was, but he was certain of one thing, that weirdo had no ill intentions. With his cultivation level, if he wanted to harm An Zheng, An Zheng might not even have room to fight back.
He just wanted to send back those ancient people who were harming the entire Central Plains, but he didn't expect to send too many people back, directly returning to what the ancient people thought was the ancient period. This period was when the Immortal Palace was at its most prosperous, and the rule of the Immortal Palace was extremely strong, and those truly strong men were not something An Zheng could challenge now.
The middle-aged man shouted distantly, and there seemed to be something very complicated in his tone.
How can I do
The fish basket seemed to be rooted in the earth, motionless.
If An Zheng wants to lift the fish basket now, he has to use force to break it. However, his own cultivation is not as strong as others, how can he break it? It's like a three-year-old child wrestling with an adult strong man. Even if the three-year-old child hangs his fist with one finger, the child still can't win.
"I can't die. I have to go find Xiaoliu'er and the others. Xiaoliu'er can't live without me, and they can't live without me. How can Chen Shaobai live without me? I'm still the fat man's wet nurse, and I have to feed him."
The middle-aged man sitting in the small boat on the river bank shook his head and sighed: "You are so stupid. Is it any use if I pick it up?"
In fact, the middle-aged man's cultivation power left in this fish basket is not much, just a small group. However, this small group of cultivation power formed a whirlpool in the fish basket, repeating itself over and over again, seemingly never stopping. It's like the chaos before the universe opened up. It's rotating and integrated, and there's no way to break it.
An Zheng took it and looked at it: "Why is there only soup?"
An Zheng got up again, and the smile on his lips showed a kind of fearless courage and ruthlessness. The middle-aged man sitting in the boat was stunned for a moment when he saw the smile, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
The man rolled his eyes at An Zheng, then scooped up some fish soup with an iron spoon and tasted it. He seemed very satisfied with his craftsmanship.
An Zheng shouted towards the river: "Who is that? I don't need three days, I will show it to you now!"
"It's just a fish basket, how proud are you?"
The middle-aged man said without looking back: "However, if you want to know their whereabouts, please bring me the fishing rod and fishing basket first. I will wait for you on the ferry boat by the river for only three days."
He filled a bowl of fish soup and handed it to An Zheng: "This is for you."
In all these years, he has never seen a guy as stupid and desperate as An Zheng.
An Zheng: "..."
"Know."
He saw An Zheng walking over step by step, already shaky when he reached the fish basket.
He pointed at the fish basket: "I just want to test your reaction. As long as you don't apply the power of cultivation, rely on pure physical strength, and don't touch the power I left in the fish basket, you can I can lift it up easily. But who would have thought that you would have to touch my power and think so much... What a rare genius among fools."
"Power comes and goes. You can't lift it up, but you can use it!"
"Power comes and goes. You can't lift it up, but you can use it!"
He filled a bowl of fish soup and handed it to An Zheng: "This is for you."
Seeing this change, the smile on An Zheng's lips grew thicker and thicker. He kept pushing his strength, but his face became paler. He had been seriously injured and had not recovered at all. He only relied on those pills to hold him up. The bones that had not grown before were broken again. There was a constant popping sound in his body, followed closely by blood arrows. It penetrates the skin and shoots out.
The man sighed: "How did you lift the fish basket?"
"Power comes and goes. You can't lift it up, but you can use it!"
An Zheng got up again, and the smile on his lips showed a kind of fearless courage and ruthlessness. The middle-aged man sitting in the boat was stunned for a moment when he saw the smile, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
Seeing this change, the smile on An Zheng's lips grew thicker and thicker. He kept pushing his strength, but his face became paler. He had been seriously injured and had not recovered at all. He only relied on those pills to hold him up. The bones that had not grown before were broken again. There was a constant popping sound in his body, followed closely by blood arrows. It penetrates the skin and shoots out.
An Zheng looked at the middle-aged man with a bit of stubborn pride on his lips: "It's up..."
"Know."
An Zheng shouted at the middle-aged man's back: "Do you know where my friend is?!"
An Zheng poured his power of cultivation into the fish basket. Although the middle-aged man's power left in the fish basket was only a small amount, but in comparison, all of An Zheng's power of cultivation was poured into the fish. In the basket, it is no match for that small group of strength.
The middle-aged man shouted distantly, and there seemed to be something very complicated in his tone.
An Zheng felt that his hands might be crippled at any time, and the meridians in his arms were about to be broken. However, the operation method of the power of cultivation was perceived.
If An Zheng wants to lift the fish basket now, he has to use force to break it. However, his own cultivation is not as strong as others, how can he break it? It's like a three-year-old child wrestling with an adult strong man. Even if the three-year-old child hangs his fist with one finger, the child still can't win.
The middle-aged man said without looking back: "However, if you want to know their whereabouts, please bring me the fishing rod and fishing basket first. I will wait for you on the ferry boat by the river for only three days."
The fish basket seemed to be rooted in the earth, motionless.
However, this force, hovering in the fish basket, seemed to have created a separate small universe.
In fact, the middle-aged man's cultivation power left in this fish basket is not much, just a small group. However, this small group of cultivation power formed a whirlpool in the fish basket, repeating itself over and over again, seemingly never stopping. It's like the chaos before the universe opened up. It's rotating and integrated, and there's no way to break it.
However, An Zheng's intention was not to use force to defeat force, but to use force. He suppressed and eliminated all the attributes in his cultivation power. It was just pure power. There was no righteous pure Yang, no thunder power of heaven, nothing, just the power of cultivation.
"You'll die like this."
An Zheng shouted loudly, and the fish basket slowly flew up under the influence of the rotation force inside.
"I can't die. I have to go find Xiaoliu'er and the others. Xiaoliu'er can't live without me, and they can't live without me. How can Chen Shaobai live without me? I'm still the fat man's wet nurse, and I have to feed him."
His power at this moment is a tonic for that force, and when it is supplemented, the force becomes even more powerful. An Zheng tried to gently shift the direction of the force. The angle of the rotating force in the fish basket changed, and then the fish basket began to tilt slightly.
No characteristics can be detected in this power, and no attributes of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth can be sensed. This power doesn't seem to come from the human world at all, it seems to be extracted from the stars in the universe.
Seeing this change, the smile on An Zheng's lips grew thicker and thicker. He kept pushing his strength, but his face became paler. He had been seriously injured and had not recovered at all. He only relied on those pills to hold him up. The bones that had not grown before were broken again. There was a constant popping sound in his body, followed closely by blood arrows. It penetrates the skin and shoots out.
Maybe it's God's will
An Zheng couldn't lift it.
The fishing rod looked like an ordinary green bamboo, and the fish basket was made of red willow. Such an ordinary thing now seemed to be an insurmountable chasm before An Zheng.
He roared angrily, and then walked towards the fish basket step by step. The injury was too serious, so my steps became extremely heavy. It felt like I was carrying a huge mountain on my back, and my legs seemed to be tied with ten thousand pounds of iron. When I stepped out, my whole body was in terrible pain. But An Zheng didn't stop. He gritted his teeth and walked back, took a deep breath, then sat down cross-legged and continued to feel the power.
Seeing this change, the smile on An Zheng's lips grew thicker and thicker. He kept pushing his strength, but his face became paler. He had been seriously injured and had not recovered at all. He only relied on those pills to hold him up. The bones that had not grown before were broken again. There was a constant popping sound in his body, followed closely by blood arrows. It penetrates the skin and shoots out.
An Zheng underestimated and said, "You are the fool," and then continued to use his strength.
An Zheng underestimated and said, "You are the fool," and then continued to use his strength.
"Wake it up for me!"
"Too stupid."
An Zheng didn't know who that weirdo was, but he was certain of one thing, that weirdo had no ill intentions. With his cultivation level, if he wanted to harm An Zheng, An Zheng might not even have room to fight back.
The middle-aged man said without looking back: "However, if you want to know their whereabouts, please bring me the fishing rod and fishing basket first. I will wait for you on the ferry boat by the river for only three days."
An Zheng shouted loudly, and the fish basket slowly flew up under the influence of the rotation force inside.
Seeing this change, the smile on An Zheng's lips grew thicker and thicker. He kept pushing his strength, but his face became paler. He had been seriously injured and had not recovered at all. He only relied on those pills to hold him up. The bones that had not grown before were broken again. There was a constant popping sound in his body, followed closely by blood arrows. It penetrates the skin and shoots out.
There was a gentle sound of water in his ears. An Zheng looked sideways and found that he was lying on the boat. The middle-aged man was sitting on the bow. There was an iron pot on the bow, and there was a gurgling sound inside. Fish stew... The smell entered An Zheng's nose, and he instantly felt extremely hungry.
Suddenly, An Zheng thought of something... This fish basket was just a fish basket, not a magic weapon. The reason why it was so heavy was because of the power of cultivation that the guy left on the fish basket. That was a power of cultivation that far exceeded that of the Great Heaven Realm, and was much purer in terms of quality than An Zheng's power of cultivation.
He just wanted to send back those ancient people who were harming the entire Central Plains, but he didn't expect to send too many people back, directly returning to what the ancient people thought was the ancient period. This period was when the Immortal Palace was at its most prosperous, and the rule of the Immortal Palace was extremely strong, and those truly strong men were not something An Zheng could challenge now.
The man looked back at An Zheng and said, "You are the stupidest guy I have ever seen, but your perseverance is commendable."
An Zheng poured his power of cultivation into the fish basket. Although the middle-aged man's power left in the fish basket was only a small amount, but in comparison, all of An Zheng's power of cultivation was poured into the fish. In the basket, it is no match for that small group of strength.
An Zheng looked at the middle-aged man with a bit of stubborn pride on his lips: "It's up..."
In fact, the middle-aged man's cultivation power left in this fish basket is not much, just a small group. However, this small group of cultivation power formed a whirlpool in the fish basket, repeating itself over and over again, seemingly never stopping. It's like the chaos before the universe opened up. It's rotating and integrated, and there's no way to break it.
His power at this moment is a tonic for that force, and when it is supplemented, the force becomes even more powerful. An Zheng tried to gently shift the direction of the force. The angle of the rotating force in the fish basket changed, and then the fish basket began to tilt slightly.
After saying this, An Zheng fell to the ground with a plop and passed out again.
He got up and walked toward the fish basket. After walking three or four steps, he fell to the ground with a plop. He was so weak that he couldn't even stabilize his body. His face was slapped directly on the ground, his nose was broken, and his ears started to crack. There was blood flowing out.
The middle-aged man said without looking back: "However, if you want to know their whereabouts, please bring me the fishing rod and fishing basket first. I will wait for you on the ferry boat by the river for only three days."
In fact, the middle-aged man's cultivation power left in this fish basket is not much, just a small group. However, this small group of cultivation power formed a whirlpool in the fish basket, repeating itself over and over again, seemingly never stopping. It's like the chaos before the universe opened up. It's rotating and integrated, and there's no way to break it.
An Zheng shouted towards the river: "Who is that? I don't need three days, I will show it to you now!"
He just wanted to send back those ancient people who were harming the entire Central Plains, but he didn't expect to send too many people back, directly returning to what the ancient people thought was the ancient period. This period was when the Immortal Palace was at its most prosperous, and the rule of the Immortal Palace was extremely strong, and those truly strong men were not something An Zheng could challenge now.
"I must find Xiaoliu'er and the others!"
When An Zheng woke up again, he looked up and saw the starry night sky, so clean and thorough. The night breeze was blowing coolly on my body, and it was an indescribable tranquility.
"I must... find them!"
How can I do
He picked up a piece of plump fish meat and put it into his mouth, then smashed it into his mouth: "It's delicious."
He saw An Zheng walking over step by step, already shaky when he reached the fish basket.
The middle-aged man frowned, but the disappointment in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a kind of appreciation.
An Zheng put his hands against the fish basket, and the spinning power really seemed to have no end. It kept spinning like this without losing any of the power. This is completely different from the world of cultivation that An Zheng had come into contact with before. In the Daxi era, a practitioner's power would not condense and dissipate after it was released, but would dissipate on its own after a short time.
"woke up?"
The man rolled his eyes at An Zheng, then scooped up some fish soup with an iron spoon and tasted it. He seemed very satisfied with his craftsmanship.
There was a gentle sound of water in his ears. An Zheng looked sideways and found that he was lying on the boat. The middle-aged man was sitting on the bow. There was an iron pot on the bow, and there was a gurgling sound inside. Fish stew... The smell entered An Zheng's nose, and he instantly felt extremely hungry.
The middle-aged man who had already walked far away seemed to be a little disappointed and said to himself: "No wonder he has a superior physique, but his strength is so weak. It turns out that people are stupid."
"It's just a fish basket, how proud are you?"
He just wanted to send back those ancient people who were harming the entire Central Plains, but he didn't expect to send too many people back, directly returning to what the ancient people thought was the ancient period. This period was when the Immortal Palace was at its most prosperous, and the rule of the Immortal Palace was extremely strong, and those truly strong men were not something An Zheng could challenge now.
"It's just a fish basket, how proud are you?"
The middle-aged man frowned, but the disappointment in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a kind of appreciation.
"woke up?"
"Power comes and goes. You can't lift it up, but you can use it!"
An Zheng looked at the middle-aged man with a bit of stubborn pride on his lips: "It's up..."
An Zheng got up again, and the smile on his lips showed a kind of fearless courage and ruthlessness. The middle-aged man sitting in the boat was stunned for a moment when he saw the smile, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
"I can't die. I have to go find Xiaoliu'er and the others. Xiaoliu'er can't live without me, and they can't live without me. How can Chen Shaobai live without me? I'm still the fat man's wet nurse, and I have to feed him."
An Zheng didn't know who that weirdo was, but he was certain of one thing, that weirdo had no ill intentions. With his cultivation level, if he wanted to harm An Zheng, An Zheng might not even have room to fight back.
In all these years, he has never seen a guy as stupid and desperate as An Zheng.
"Power comes and goes. You can't lift it up, but you can use it!"
The man looked back at An Zheng and said, "You are the stupidest guy I have ever seen, but your perseverance is commendable."
The middle-aged man frowned, but the disappointment in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a kind of appreciation.
Suddenly, An Zheng thought of something... This fish basket was just a fish basket, not a magic weapon. The reason why it was so heavy was because of the power of cultivation that the guy left on the fish basket. That was a power of cultivation that far exceeded that of the Great Heaven Realm, and was much purer in terms of quality than An Zheng's power of cultivation.
An Zheng shook his head vigorously and immediately removed his hands. If you try to use your own cultivation power to detect someone else's, you will be directly injured by the force of counterattack.
An Zheng sat there in deep thought, with nosebleeds running from the corner of his mouth to his chin and dripping on his clothes.
An Zheng pouted: "I mentioned it."
He pointed at the fish basket: "I just want to test your reaction. As long as you don't apply the power of cultivation, rely on pure physical strength, and don't touch the power I left in the fish basket, you can I can lift it up easily. But who would have thought that you would have to touch my power and think so much... What a rare genius among fools."
An Zheng gritted his teeth. It had been a long time since he had done a horse stance, but now he had picked up all these basic skills. The horse's steps are steady, and then Qi moves to the Dantian, grabbing both sides of the fish basket and lifting it up.
There was a gentle sound of water in his ears. An Zheng looked sideways and found that he was lying on the boat. The middle-aged man was sitting on the bow. There was an iron pot on the bow, and there was a gurgling sound inside. Fish stew... The smell entered An Zheng's nose, and he instantly felt extremely hungry.
"I must... find them!"
"It's just a fish basket, how proud are you?"
An Zheng felt that his hands might be crippled at any time, and the meridians in his arms were about to be broken. However, the operation method of the power of cultivation was perceived.
The middle-aged man shouted distantly, and there seemed to be something very complicated in his tone.
An Zheng stood up holding the big tree and spat out another mouthful of blood. He raised his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth, staring at the fish basket.
An Zheng shouted loudly, and the fish basket slowly flew up under the influence of the rotation force inside.
However, An Zheng's intention was not to use force to defeat force, but to use force. He suppressed and eliminated all the attributes in his cultivation power. It was just pure power. There was no righteous pure Yang, no thunder power of heaven, nothing, just the power of cultivation.
How can I do
He just wanted to send back those ancient people who were harming the entire Central Plains, but he didn't expect to send too many people back, directly returning to what the ancient people thought was the ancient period. This period was when the Immortal Palace was at its most prosperous, and the rule of the Immortal Palace was extremely strong, and those truly strong men were not something An Zheng could challenge now.
The man rolled his eyes at An Zheng, then scooped up some fish soup with an iron spoon and tasted it. He seemed very satisfied with his craftsmanship.
Seeing this change, the smile on An Zheng's lips grew thicker and thicker. He kept pushing his strength, but his face became paler. He had been seriously injured and had not recovered at all. He only relied on those pills to hold him up. The bones that had not grown before were broken again. There was a constant popping sound in his body, followed closely by blood arrows. It penetrates the skin and shoots out.
However, An Zheng's intention was not to use force to defeat force, but to use force. He suppressed and eliminated all the attributes in his cultivation power. It was just pure power. There was no righteous pure Yang, no thunder power of heaven, nothing, just the power of cultivation.
With a pop, An Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned pale. However, he did not let go of his hand this time, but gritted his teeth and continued to feel the power.
"Why do you call me stupid?"
An Zheng gritted his teeth. It had been a long time since he had done a horse stance, but now he had picked up all these basic skills. The horse's steps are steady, and then Qi moves to the Dantian, grabbing both sides of the fish basket and lifting it up.
He got up and walked toward the fish basket. After walking three or four steps, he fell to the ground with a plop. He was so weak that he couldn't even stabilize his body. His face was slapped directly on the ground, his nose was broken, and his ears started to crack. There was blood flowing out.
When An Zheng woke up again, he looked up and saw the starry night sky, so clean and thorough. The night breeze was blowing coolly on my body, and it was an indescribable tranquility.
When An Zheng woke up again, he looked up and saw the starry night sky, so clean and thorough. The night breeze was blowing coolly on my body, and it was an indescribable tranquility.
An Zheng: "..."
However, An Zheng's intention was not to use force to defeat force, but to use force. He suppressed and eliminated all the attributes in his cultivation power. It was just pure power. There was no righteous pure Yang, no thunder power of heaven, nothing, just the power of cultivation.
An Zheng underestimated and said, "You are the fool," and then continued to use his strength.
An Zheng asked.
About ten minutes later, An Zheng placed his hands on the fish basket for the second time, focusing all his attention on his fingers and palms. At this moment, the perception of his palms became extremely sharp, but because of this, the impact of the other party's cultivation power on him was even more violent.
He filled a bowl of fish soup and handed it to An Zheng: "This is for you."
About ten minutes later, An Zheng placed his hands on the fish basket for the second time, focusing all his attention on his fingers and palms. At this moment, the perception of his palms became extremely sharp, but because of this, the impact of the other party's cultivation power on him was even more violent.
The man sighed: "How did you lift the fish basket?"
He roared angrily, and then walked towards the fish basket step by step. The injury was too serious, so my steps became extremely heavy. It felt like I was carrying a huge mountain on my back, and my legs seemed to be tied with ten thousand pounds of iron. When I stepped out, my whole body was in terrible pain. But An Zheng didn't stop. He gritted his teeth and walked back, took a deep breath, then sat down cross-legged and continued to feel the power.
An Zheng's hands clung to the fish basket and refused to let go. The power was constantly eroding outwards as it rotated. An Zheng's palms crackled constantly, and many holes were opened, followed closely. The skin on his back exploded little by little, and there were dense wounds, which looked shocking.
The power of the rotating cultivation force pressed down, and the fish basket became as heavy as Mount Tai and was impossible to lift.
An Zheng explained the process of sensing the opponent's power and then using the opponent's power to spin the fish basket into the air. The man's eyes became more complicated when he looked at An Zheng: "You are not just stupid, you are stupid in a very complicated way."
"woke up?"
An Zheng couldn't lift it.
He pointed at the fish basket: "I just want to test your reaction. As long as you don't apply the power of cultivation, rely on pure physical strength, and don't touch the power I left in the fish basket, you can I can lift it up easily. But who would have thought that you would have to touch my power and think so much... What a rare genius among fools."
But he didn't leave. Although he was disappointed, he still sat there and waited.
An Zheng looked at the middle-aged man with a bit of stubborn pride on his lips: "It's up..."
The man looked back at An Zheng and said, "You are the stupidest guy I have ever seen, but your perseverance is commendable."
"Why do you call me stupid?"
He filled a bowl of fish soup and handed it to An Zheng: "This is for you."
"Power comes and goes. You can't lift it up, but you can use it!"
An Zheng shouted loudly, and the fish basket slowly flew up under the influence of the rotation force inside.
An Zheng got up again, and the smile on his lips showed a kind of fearless courage and ruthlessness. The middle-aged man sitting in the boat was stunned for a moment when he saw the smile, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
"woke up?"
The fishing rod looked like an ordinary green bamboo, and the fish basket was made of red willow. Such an ordinary thing now seemed to be an insurmountable chasm before An Zheng.
He roared angrily, and then walked towards the fish basket step by step. The injury was too serious, so my steps became extremely heavy. It felt like I was carrying a huge mountain on my back, and my legs seemed to be tied with ten thousand pounds of iron. When I stepped out, my whole body was in terrible pain. But An Zheng didn't stop. He gritted his teeth and walked back, took a deep breath, then sat down cross-legged and continued to feel the power.
An Zheng took it and looked at it: "Why is there only soup?"
An Zheng couldn't lift it.
"I must find Xiaoliu'er and the others!"
"Know."
In fact, the middle-aged man's cultivation power left in this fish basket is not much, just a small group. However, this small group of cultivation power formed a whirlpool in the fish basket, repeating itself over and over again, seemingly never stopping. It's like the chaos before the universe opened up. It's rotating and integrated, and there's no way to break it.
An Zheng sat down cross-legged, put his hands against the fish basket and began to feel it. When he began to experience that kind of power, there was a buzz in his head, and his nose started to bleed instantly. It was as if his brain had been hit directly by a heavy hammer, and he felt as if he was going to faint in an instant.
An Zheng took it and looked at it: "Why is there only soup?"
"There is always a way, Xiaoliu'er is still waiting for me."
The man said matter-of-factly: "The master eats meat and the apprentice drinks soup. This is a matter of course."
An Zheng shouted loudly, and the fish basket slowly flew up under the influence of the rotation force inside.
He got up and walked toward the fish basket. After walking three or four steps, he fell to the ground with a plop. He was so weak that he couldn't even stabilize his body. His face was slapped directly on the ground, his nose was broken, and his ears started to crack. There was blood flowing out.
The middle-aged man sitting in the small boat on the river bank shook his head and sighed: "You are so stupid. Is it any use if I pick it up?"
He picked up a piece of plump fish meat and put it into his mouth, then smashed it into his mouth: "It's delicious."
He saw An Zheng walking over step by step, already shaky when he reached the fish basket.
About ten minutes later, An Zheng placed his hands on the fish basket for the second time, focusing all his attention on his fingers and palms. At this moment, the perception of his palms became extremely sharp, but because of this, the impact of the other party's cultivation power on him was even more violent.
An Zheng pouted: "I mentioned it."
An Zheng: "..."
The power of the rotating cultivation force pressed down, and the fish basket became as heavy as Mount Tai and was impossible to lift.
The middle-aged man who had already walked far away seemed to be a little disappointed and said to himself: "No wonder he has a superior physique, but his strength is so weak. It turns out that people are stupid."
The man looked back at An Zheng and said, "You are the stupidest guy I have ever seen, but your perseverance is commendable."
But his eyes brightened.
An Zheng poured his power of cultivation into the fish basket. Although the middle-aged man's power left in the fish basket was only a small amount, but in comparison, all of An Zheng's power of cultivation was poured into the fish. In the basket, it is no match for that small group of strength.
An Zheng poured his power of cultivation into the fish basket. Although the middle-aged man's power left in the fish basket was only a small amount, but in comparison, all of An Zheng's power of cultivation was poured into the fish. In the basket, it is no match for that small group of strength.
Then An Zheng reacted: "Who recognizes you as master?"
When An Zheng woke up again, he looked up and saw the starry night sky, so clean and thorough. The night breeze was blowing coolly on my body, and it was an indescribable tranquility.
More and more blood flowed from the corner of An Zheng's mouth, and soon the clothes on his chest were stained red with blood.
The man sighed: "How did you lift the fish basket?"
When An Zheng woke up again, he looked up and saw the starry night sky, so clean and thorough. The night breeze was blowing coolly on my body, and it was an indescribable tranquility.
The middle-aged man said without looking back: "However, if you want to know their whereabouts, please bring me the fishing rod and fishing basket first. I will wait for you on the ferry boat by the river for only three days."
In all these years, he has never seen a guy as stupid and desperate as An Zheng.
The man said nonchalantly: "Whether you admit it or not is your business, and whether I accept it or not is my business. You... have no choice."
In all these years, he has never seen a guy as stupid and desperate as An Zheng.
An Zheng poured his power of cultivation into the fish basket. Although the middle-aged man's power left in the fish basket was only a small amount, but in comparison, all of An Zheng's power of cultivation was poured into the fish. In the basket, it is no match for that small group of strength.