Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain

Chapter 207: Euphorbia Fights Iron Whip Kunlun vs. Yang Fang

 “Yang Fang?”

 See him introduce himself to his family.

Kunlun could not help but frown slightly.

 It’s not that he was angry at him for interrupting her rashly.

 Purely because of the name, he had never heard of it.

After thinking for a moment and feeling that he had no impression, he couldn't help but look past Yang Fang and turned to Miss Hong and the old foreigner, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

“Brother Yang was born in Jin Dynasty, and he is the direct descendant of Jin Abacus.”

“I came to Chenjiazhuang this time to pay a visit to shopkeeper Chen and my senior brother.”

He glanced at the red girl from the corner of his eye.

 “Whether it is in retreat or not, I will know after I go see it.”

 “Yes, it’s down there.”

 “Touch the Golden Gate?!”

Yang Fang has been living in Zhuangzi these days.

　　After hearing the previous article, Yang Fang could not wait to have a hearty fight.

This guy is a martial arts madman. From morning to night, he spends most of his time polishing his martial arts.

did not expect.

“Brother Kunlun, if you don’t believe it, ask the old foreigner and the red girl.”

From the first moment he saw Kunlun, he knew that Shopkeeper Chen Yulou Chen had not lied to him. This guy was indeed one of the best in a million.

They hurried back from Changsha City all the way through the starry night, just because they wanted to ask Chen Yulou to treat Huzi as soon as possible, so they had no time to deal with him.

 There are countless good players in Changsheng Mountain.

 “It’s okay to discuss things, but not today.”

It gives people an incomparable pressure.

How could Yang Fang be willing to miss it?

 The sky rises up from the ground, and the power is like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Kunlun still looked calm.

Since we are here to visit the shopkeeper, why do we start fighting when we meet?

Just standing there.

  “Why?”

 “Your shopkeeper is still in retreat, he is just exchanging ideas without wasting time.”

Kunlun said it to death with his backhand.

Yang Fang nodded.

 Finally met a well-matched opponent.

 It’s simply hard to describe.

Facing his persistent pursuit, Kunlun seemed to have never heard it from beginning to end.

It's fine if he lets him go, but as long as he feels that his kung fu skills are extraordinary, he'll be the end of the world.

Kunlun didn't notice the strangeness in his expression.

“I just came back today and I want to see the shopkeeper.”

"What I said is real."

 He has heard Kunlun's name too many times.

It just feels strange.

 But now when I hear his name, I feel as if I have seen the **** of plague and avoid him.

 The fighting intent in a pair of night eyes became increasingly intense.

He has been waiting for this battle for too long.

Kunlun glanced at him, shook his head and said calmly.

 Seeing that she had no intention of speaking.

Seeing that he didn't pay any attention to him, the impatience on Yang Fang's face became even stronger.

The old foreigner could only bite the bullet and explained in a low voice.

 These days.

 The remaining half is looking for people to discuss with each other.

Even the horse he rides on is much taller than others.

 It wasn’t just the promise from shopkeeper Chen that day.

More are those brothers on the mountain who were defeated by him.

　　　Talk about how ferocious Kunlun is, capable of tearing apart tigers and leopards alive.

That is why.

 Only when he heard that Kunlun had returned, he hurriedly followed the two of them out to greet him, just to get what he wanted as soon as possible.

Who knows, right now people don’t pay attention to it at all.

 “For the last time, I have something to do today.”

Kunlun held the reins and looked at Yang Fang's calm voice.

only…

ˆSeemingly calm eyes.

　　It fell on Yang Fang, but it made him feel like a light on his back.

"Just once, after the discussion, Yang will definitely stop entangled, how about it?"

The atmosphere seems to be becoming more and more tense.

 Huamaguai couldn't help but take a few steps forward.

"Brother Yang Fang, we have been working hard all the way without any rest. We are really tired. How about this? I will wait until I see the shopkeeper and ask him for his opinion."

 “If he agrees, the discussion will be in the near future.”

have to say.

Huamaguai is slick in everything he does.

 Three or two sentences not only relaxed the atmosphere, but also made a suggestion that neither Yang Fang nor Kunlun could refuse.

 “Kunlun, what do you think?”

Huama turned back to look at Kunlun and blinked.

"I'm OK."

Seeing this, Huamaguai couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Kunlun's personality has indeed changed a lot since he regained his consciousness. If this were the case in the past, with his stubborn temper, he would not be able to get through this matter today without inviting the shopkeeper.

 “What about brother Yang Fang?”

Huama turned and looked at Yang Fang.

“I’m sorry, but the last thing Yang can learn in this life is the word patience.”

"What?"

 Hear this.

Huamaguai suddenly felt a sense of vigilance in his heart.

 But the words just fell out of his mouth.

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A clanging sound like broken gold and cracking rocks exploded in my ears.

I saw Yang Fang using his backhand from behind.

With a flick of his wrist, the heavily wrapped black cloth was instantly shattered into pieces by the surging inner energy.

 Everyone looked up.

It was then that he discovered that what he was carrying on his back was actually a steel whip as long as a spear, with seven edges and seven sections.

 The style of the iron whip is ancient.

 At first glance, it seems that it is not a newly minted thing.

The color is like brass, extremely deep, with four concave edges and engraved talismans.

 Compared with the whip body, which is as thick as a mace, the four-sided blade is polished to be extremely sharp.

At this moment, he was holding it in his hand, and the light and shadow intertwined, bringing out patches of cold light.

What is even more amazing is the dragon scale pattern smelted from secret gold on the whip handle.

 “Hit the divine whip…”

 See him draw out the iron whip.

Hong girl’s eyes couldn’t help but gleam.

 Some time ago, after Yang Fang came to live in Zhuangzi, the shopkeeper mentioned it to her once.

 It is said that the iron whip behind him has great origins.

It is said to be a Taoist magic weapon passed down by Zhang Tianshi from Longhu Mountain in the Han Dynasty.

 I don’t know how it was obtained by Jin Abacus.

　　passed to Yang Fang.

This whip is so powerful that it can not only suppress rigor mortis, but also disperse souls.

However, after being in Chenjiazhuang for so long, Yang Fang found someone to spar with almost every day, but he never used the magic whip and only relied on his fists and kicks to suppress him.

Now I see Kunlun for the first time.

He actually used the magic whip without hesitation.

 She finally saw what this fine steel whip looked like.

 It is almost completely different from her nine-section whip.

 “It’s bad, this guy is stubborn, and Kunlun is even more stubborn. I’m afraid today’s battle will be unavoidable.”

Hong girl’s eyes flickered.

 The old foreigner on the side looked solemn.

 Holding the handle of the whip, Yang Fang tapped his toes on the ground, and he jumped up. His body was so agile that even Miss Hong, who was always famous for her light body skills, couldn't help but marvel.

Yang Fang is as fast as blue smoke.

 Straight past Huamaguai who was riding on horseback in front of him.

The cold light flashed on the divine whip and headed straight for Kunlun.

 “Kunlun, be careful!”

 Old Shen also saw this kind of battle for the first time.

At first I was still amazed, but as soon as I entered Chenjiazhuang, I saw several martial arts masters in succession.

who knows.

Suddenly a boy appeared and started to argue with each other if they disagreed.

In the past, it was not uncommon for people to compete in martial arts while traveling around the world, and even fight to the death. However, how could there be any reason to force someone to do so?

What’s more, I’ve already said it, as long as shopkeeper Chen agrees.

But this guy is still pressing forward step by step.

 Now they are drawing their swords against each other. Seeing that the iron whip was coming, Old Shen couldn't help but remind him in a low voice.

　　Bang!

 Where to use him to remind.

　　It was almost the moment Yang Fang took action.

 Kunlun's calm eyes seemed to have a muffled thunder falling, he pulled out the halberd behind him and struck it hard out of thin air.

 In an instant.

 The sound of metal and stone colliding with each other resounded loudly.

 Just a backhand pick blocked Yang Fang's attack.

Kunlun jumped off the horse.

Ignoring Yang Fang who was knocked away by him, he just spoke warmly to Huamaguai, Miss Hong, Old Man Shen and others.

 “Master Shen, don’t worry.”

 “Knappers, take them away.”

"good."

 See his cold and calm face.

Huamaguai felt his scalp numb, as if it was going to explode.

 He knows Kunlun too well.

　From the first time he stepped into Chenjiazhuang, the shopkeeper told him to take good care of him.

Now in the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed.

No matter when I was stupid and silent back then, or now when I am spiritually enlightened, the only thing that has not changed is this.

 The calmer he is, the more it means he is really angry.

 But he understood better that once Kunlun decided something, it could not be stopped by just a few words.

I can only talk about the boy named Yang Fang.

I'm afraid I'm going to hit a brick wall today.

 “Master Shen, let’s go.”

 Pulling the reins and turning the horse's head, Huamaguai reminded Old Shen.

 At the same time, he did not forget to comfort the little guy in his arms.

“Don’t worry, Huzi, your brother Kunlun will be fine.”

"I know…"

 Huzi clenched his fists and nodded heavily.

 The group of people quickly retreated.

 Create an open space by the lake.

Seeing this, Kunlun turned around and looked at Yang Fang, who was not far away.

 Feel the numbness on your wrist.

Yang Fang couldn't conceal his shock.

 It was just a test, almost forcing him to use more than 60% of his strength.

 It is indeed Kunlun!

 “Hit the divine whip, Yang Fang!”

Taking a deep breath, Yang Fangheng held the magic whip in his hand. All the shock in his eyes had been put away, leaving only a burning fighting spirit.

 He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had encountered such an opponent.

 “Kunlun!”

Kunlun just uttered two words lightly.

At the same time, his wrists changed formation, and the halberd landed heavily on the ground. The next moment, he strode out, dragging the tip of the halberd across the ground, and fire splashed in all directions.

 “Get ready!”

 See this scene.

Yang Fang didn’t dare to underestimate him in the slightest.

 He has seen many masters using guns, but this is the first time for him to use the euphorbia.

More importantly, on the big halberd, he could faintly see the shadow of the Five Tigers' Door-Breaking Gun.

 Past experience told him.

At this moment, you must not sit still. Once you wait until the end of Kunlun's momentum, and at that time, with his majestic power, he can't stop the momentum.

so…

 Strike first to gain the upper hand!

 Almost in an instant, Yang Fang had a countermeasure in his mind.

　　A low drink.

Holding the divine whip in hand, he advances instead of retreating. He wants to forcibly interrupt Kunlun before he can gain momentum.

　　Boom!

What Yang Fang was most proud of in his life was not his tyranny with the magic whip, but his extraordinary stature. This was also the origin of his reputation as a civet cat racer.

 “What a handsome light body kung fu!”

 “After all, people in the world call them civet cats.”

 The moment he rushed out with his whip.

 The highest point in Chenjiazhuang.

 On the top of the sixth floor of Guanyun Tower.

 Two figures, one green and one blue, stand side by side with their hands behind their backs.

Suddenly they were Chen Yulou and Partridge Shao.

 On the stone stove beside the table behind you.

There is still a pot of wine warming.

On the table were sixteen rings with a transparent color and an inky luster, as well as a dragon bone no larger than the size of a palm.

Dozens of weird text can be seen faintly.

At this moment, the two of them were standing at the window, looking across the corridor and having a panoramic view of the entire Chenjiazhuang.

Of course, I can also see the scene by the lake clearly.

Seeing Yang Fang take action, Partridge Whistle couldn't help but praise.

Each of the four sects of inverted fighting has its own light body technique.

If he moves the mountains, he will practice since he was a child.

 The same is true for Xiling.

At the end of the Song Dynasty, the Taosha official faction integrated into Xiling, and a strange man Liu Zixian was born.

 This person has unparalleled knowledge and a photographic memory.

 Combined the methods of various factions to create the art of thousands of poles and the secret method of trapping.

 Among them, the Thousand Rods Technique is the method of lightening one's body.

By a bamboo pole, you can walk around in the tomb.

 But even the two of them couldn't help but feel emotional when they saw Yang Fang's skill at this moment.

 “Brother Chen, who do you think can win?”

Looking into the distance, Partridge Whistle suddenly asked.

 “What, Brother Dao, do you want to place a bet?”

Seeing that Partridge Whistle, who had always been devoted to cultivating Taoism and had rarely been seen in these days, could hear this, Chen Yulou couldn't help but smile slightly at the corners of his eyes.

Partridge Whistle shook his head, "I'm not betting on you, I'm just curious. Who is Brother Chen more optimistic about?"

 “Of course it’s Kunlun.”

 Chen Yulou didn’t even think about it.

Although Yang Fang's methods are indeed extraordinary and he became a **** in martial arts in the world of Nuo God, he has not yet grown to the state he will be in the future.

 The real transformation came after years of traveling around the world.

　　The period when entering the territory of Luoyang.

 As for Kunlun, no one in the world knows it better than him.

This guy is a pure human weapon.

Before he practiced martial arts, he could tear apart tigers and leopards, and kill dozens of people by one person. Now that he is practicing Qixing Heng, he has also mastered the Five Tigers Breaking Door Spear to the point of perfection.

 Only one step away.

You can step into the realm of unity between nature and man that all gunners in the world long for.

 So, compared to him, Yang Fang is still a step behind.

 “It seems that Brother Chen has full confidence in Kunlun.”

 “That’s natural.”

 While speaking.

 The lakeside in the distance.

Yang Fang has already approached Kunlun's body, and with an astonishing momentum, the divine whip swept towards Kunlun's chest fiercely, as if there was a roar of a dragon.

 Kunlun is dragging his gun.

 Feeling the sound of breaking through the air, there was no change in his expression.

 It seems to have been expected.

Hum!

With a flick of his wrist, the big halberd was instantly raised and thrust out.

Dang!

The spurge, which weighed dozens of kilograms, was as light as a fallen leaf in his hand, but when it fell, it was as heavy as a landslide, and it stabbed the divine whip accurately.

A sound like heavy hammers and drums resounded.

Yang Fang’s offensive was stopped instantly.

 The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, faced each other in the air.

The terrifying force between the two actually formed an invisible strong wind, blowing up countless dust and sand.

 Looking to be evenly matched.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that Yang Fang, who was attacked and killed, was trembling and his face was pale. On the contrary, Kunlun, whose momentum was interrupted, had the same expression as before, his legs were rooted, and he was overwhelmed with strength.

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next moment.

Kunlun threw the big halberd from his hand.

Hold your five fingers apart and hit the tail of the halberd with one palm.

 The force penetrates from the euphorbia to the divine whip.

Yang Fang, who was already struggling to hold on, could no longer bear it. He took more than ten steps back in a row, and then forcibly stopped his body.

only…

 It was difficult to stabilize the body shape.

The energy and blood all over his body were extremely chaotic. The moment he stepped out with his right foot and bowed, he felt the energy and blood surge under his chest, and a sweet feeling rushed out of his throat.

 Then I couldn’t bear it any longer.

 He opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

"you lose."

 “That’s the end of today’s discussion.”

 (End of this chapter)