Fish swimming around the world

Xuanyuan finally answered two of these three questions briefly, but he still spared no words, and there were not many sentences in total. As for the third question, Xuanyuan did not answer or express anything.

Jiang Fan couldn't help but feel regretful. What he wanted to know most was the third one.

But forget it, I'm lucky enough to be able to chat with this guy for a while.

In fact, Feng Xue did not tell Xuanyuan what she thought about Jiang Fan's identity, not even a word. In her words, she would not reveal a word until the day when it was truly determined, even until her death.

But it refers to that mysterious identity, and Xuanyuan knows his identity as the seed of the heaven-defying person and Kunlun's entry into the world. That's why this meeting was possible.

He still wanted to say something, but Xuanyuan Wusheng had already spoken, and his sound was like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, spreading in all directions.

"From now on, I, Xuanyuan, will be in charge of the Snow Mountain. From now on, the mountain will be sealed and no one can enter -!"

Jiang Fan was startled. Before he could speak, he heard two words.

"Let's go."

Xuanyuan looked down: "Feel this momentum——"

Jiang Fan was stunned. Before he could open his mouth and say anything, he was thrown down the mountain by a strong force. Jiang Fan turned around in mid-air. Just as he stabilized his body, he saw Xuanyuan Wesheng kneeling on one knee and lifting the The Unparalleled Iron Fist bombarded the top of the mountain brazenly.

In an instant, the mountain peak trembled violently, and the snow made a terrifying crackling sound, as if the inside of the peak was cracking.

Jiang Fan was shocked, what happened?

The next moment, he suddenly realized something, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Sure enough, under the bombardment of this punch full of extreme power, the thick snow began to crack and collapse from the top of the mountain, and slowly pressed downwards. The sound became more and more alarming. After a while, the entire mountain was roaring for thousands of years. The unmelting snow caused an avalanche with a punch.

Jiang Fan was so blessed that he only glanced at Xuanyuan, then followed the roaring waves of snow as he flew down the mountain. In this terrifying power of nature, he once again felt the same innate energy as he felt in a sandstorm.

This is the Tao——

Jiang Fan chased the snow waves in mid-air, as if driving thousands of troops and galloping horses, feeling the overwhelming and irresistible force...

…

"The avalanche in the Snowy Mountains is a hundred times more majestic and astonishing than what I have seen before." Gu Qingshan, who had gone down the mountain to wait, and then witnessed this scene, was filled with emotion.

Jiang Fan looked up and sighed in his heart, Feng Xue... had buried the villa after all. I wonder how many people survived and whether the villa can still exist.

However, Jiang Fan, who had been away for a long time, did not know that at the foot of the northern side of the Snow Mountain, a piece of snow suddenly collapsed. A man wrapped in linen and with iron thorns on his head shattered the snow on his body and looked up to the sky with a weird laugh - —

"Hahahaha... This is silence and strength, this is gone and never comes back! I feel it, I feel it, hahahaha..."

…

On the snowfield, a tall man wearing a linen cloak, even his head covered in it, walked through the snow, walked up to Xuanyuan Shengsheng, who stood quietly, and slowly pulled down his mask, revealing that it was Ying Wuming.

After staring at Xuanyuan for a moment, Ying Wu pressed his fist with one palm: "Master."

Xuanyuan Bu Sheng's eyes were indifferent: "I have no status."

"But there are facts."

Xuanyuan Fusheng looked at him quietly and did not deny it.

"Double cultivation of gas, you are more talented than me."

"But I still can't beat the master. You will always be the number one in the world in my heart."

Xuanyuan Busheng said slowly: "Just now, did you feel it?"

Ying Wuming nodded: "It's very clear. I know that you actually want me to understand."

Xuanyuan couldn't help but said: "He has his own way."

Ying Wuming said: "Master, I want to have a fight with you."

Xuanyuan's eyes fell on his fist: "I was injured, Xue Antian."

Ying Wuming nodded: "I stayed here on purpose to sharpen my body."

Xuanyuan Busheng was silent for a moment: "This time, I will suppress my realm to fight you and use all my strength."

Ying Wuming's eyes suddenly lit up. This was the first time for him to have such an opportunity. With Xuanyuan's suppressive realm, he could have a great battle and fully understand his martial arts.

"Thank you, Master."

As he said that, he actually took three steps back. This was the first time he took a step back.

He held his fist respectfully, and the next moment, Ying Wuming was filled with strong fighting spirit, and the void was trembling and humming.

A pair of iron fists were clenched, sonic explosions exploded, and Ying Wuming's exposed arms suddenly grew thicker, with muscles like those of a horned dragon.

"Master, I'm here!"

With a thunderous cry, Ying Wuming's fist turned into a shooting star, and he punched a hundred times in the blink of an eye.

Xuanyuan Bu Sheng stood motionless, raising his right fist slightly, and the same hundred fist shadows collided with the void. In an instant, dense sonic booms sounded in the air.

Ying Wushang stepped on the ground, and a large pit with a radius of three feet was formed under his feet. His body rose into the sky like a blue dragon, and from top to bottom, his fists struck like thunder.

Xuanyuan raised one hand to the sky and grabbed his fist: "The earth is the source of power, soaring into the sky like a target!"

The next moment, his left fist flew out, and Ying Wuming was hit in the lower abdomen, but his body suddenly arched and he used his lower back to release the force.

But before he could fight back, Xuanyuan was thrown dozens of feet away and hit a boulder.

The tens of thousands of kilograms of boulders fell apart in an instant, but they were crushed by Ying Wuming's feet. He had completed the transformation in mid-air and blasted his power into the boulder through his feet to relieve the force.

At the same time, he used this power to rush forward. Every step he took was like a mammoth, and the earth was shaking.

In less than three breaths, he rushed to Xuanyuan again and punched out with both fists like pythons at the same time.

Xuanyuan Busheng raised his right forearm and blocked it at the same time. Facing this amazing impact force, he did not retreat a step, and even the snow under his feet was not stirred at all.

"The power of the earth should be gathered from the bottom to the top, and it should be wasted!"

While speaking, his left fist stretched out, slowly but unavoidably hitting Ying Wuming's chest. This simple blow seemed to disperse the tremendous power he had just gathered, and even his cloak was blown to pieces.

Ying Wuming sat on the horse and actually withstood the blow.

The next moment, he heard the sound of a war drum roaring in his heart where he was punched. With his chest against Xuanyuan's iron fist, Ying Wuming exhaled and spoke, and his chest was visibly vibrating with his heartbeat, and he actually shook off Xuanyuan's punch.

Xuanyuan did not seem surprised: "The fist force enters the heart, and the heart is the strongest place for muscles. Very good."

Ying Wuming's eyes were like the scorching sun, and his fists collided, and the fist force formed a circle of shock waves.

At the same time, his heartbeat became more and more intense, and the sound of blood rushing in his body actually came out, as if the Yangtze River was rushing.

Xuanyuan nodded: "Strength should come from one's own body. The human body has endless treasures, which can be shared with the world!"

Ying Wuming attacked with a single fist with the force of thousands of troops.

Xuanyuan punched, and the two collided. The air was instantly blank, and a crack of dozens of feet long appeared in the ground between the two.

"Not enough, heaven and man should be united!"

As Xuanyuan spoke, he twisted his right foot, bent his legs, twisted his waist, sideways his shoulders, and raised his arms. The fist force burst out again, knocking Ying Wuming back a hundred feet.