Chapter 3362: Twenty-eighth Realm Song Changjing, a floating particle can see the blue sky!

Afterwards, Zhou Jue's evaluation did not include the number one martial artist of the Dali Dynasty, which made Song Changjing furious. He was not even as good as a small town boy. It was really an insult.

"Qi Jingchun is a Confucian saint who sits in the Lizhu Cave Heaven. He cannot touch him!"

"But you, a casual swordsman, dare to make comments. You are really impatient to live! I must teach you a profound lesson today to let you know how powerful I am!"

Thinking of this, Song Changjing disappeared from the house in a flash and appeared in Chen Ping'an's courtyard. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky. There was a heavy momentum spreading around him, as majestic as a mountain, suppressing the destiny of the Dali Dynasty. The iron-blooded aura enveloped the courtyard, making Ning Yao feel like he was facing a great enemy. He grasped the handle of the knife tightly, and a sharp edge shone from the blade, breaking the momentum of the Dali military god.

Chen Pingan groaned, his feet softened, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks. He looked at Song Changjing with a face full of horror, as if he saw an insurmountable mountain blocking his way.

Zhou Jue seemed to be unaware, slowly turned around, faced the great martial artist of the tenth realm of martial arts, felt the invincible momentum of the other party, smiled slightly, and commented very calmly.

"Song Changjing, the military god of the Dali Dynasty, the tenth realm of martial arts, the peak of martial arts, the end of martial arts, not bad, not bad!"

Song Changjing is the younger brother of the Dali Emperor. He reached the tenth realm of martial arts at the age of forty and became the second martial arts master of the end realm of Dongbaopingzhou. Martial artists in this realm are extremely rare. There are very few end realm martial artists in a continent, and all of them are carrying the martial fortune of a continent.

Song Changjing is also the war god and military god of Dali. He is proficient in military tactics and strategies. He has experienced countless battles and accumulated rich combat experience. His boxing skills are almost unmatched. This also made him develop an arrogant and arrogant character. The belief of invincibility has been implanted in his martial arts heart and cannot be shaken.

"Just good?"

Song Changjing laughed angrily, his eyes first fell on the girl who broke through his aura, showing a bit of surprise, what a natural sword fairy, this girl is extraordinary, she can become his opponent in the future.

Then, Song Changjing's eyes moved again, fell on the shocked Chen Pingan, his eyes showed a sarcasm, and said coldly.

"But an ordinary boy, is he worthy of such a high evaluation from you?!"

Song Changjing said this to Zhou Jue. He did not see any outstanding features of Chen Pingan, and was full of doubts about Zhou Jue's evaluation just now.

"Everyone has their own eyes. You think your nephew Song Jixin is good, and I think Chen Pingan is good!"

"As for who is right between the two of us, it depends on their performance in the future!"

Zhou Jue's voice was calm, without any emotional fluctuations, as if he did not feel Song Changjing's anger that seemed to be real, and he still spoke slowly.

Finally, Song Changjing's eyes fell on Zhou Jue, and he looked at him carefully. His facial features were ordinary, and there was no sharp aura around him. He looked like an ordinary mortal, but this person dared to comment on the Confucian saint. He must be a cultivator, otherwise he would not know so many secrets.

Song Changjing's eyes showed a bit of solemnity, and his brows were furrowed. He couldn't see through the details of this young man, so he took the initiative to ask.

"Who are you?"

Zhou Jue chuckled when he heard it, and the spring breeze flowed, blowing his black hair, and the cold voice was transmitted to Song Changjing's ears.

"Sword cultivator, Zhou Jue!"

Although the Great Li Dynasty dominated the East Aquarius Continent, this continent was the smallest in Haoran World, far away from the center of Haoran World, and more than ten thousand miles away from the Sword Qi Great Wall. The news was not so well-informed. Song Changjing had never heard of the name Zhou Jue, nor did he know the feat and reputation of this contemporary swordsman who had once asked for the sword on Tuoyue Mountain.

"Zhou Jue, never heard of it! It seems that you are just a wild cultivator, and you dare to evaluate all the cultivators and masters in Lizhu Cave Heaven?"

Song Changjing recalled carefully, a bit of sneer appeared on his face, and he scolded Zhou Jue without any courtesy.

"I am the number one martial artist in the Dali Dynasty, a martial artist at the Qi Sheng realm. The Three Religious Immortals like Qi Jingchun are not worthy of being compared with me. I can suppress and beat them to death with one hand!"

Song Changjing looked down on the world with an arrogant look, and his tiger eyes flashed with confidence. He was very disdainful of Qi Jingchun and his like.

Zhou Jue smiled dumbly. He was worthy of being Song Changjing, who was at the 28th realm of both hands, and the number one in the world of swords. Even the founders of the Three Religions and the five supreme gods did not dare to be so arrogant and dare to say that he could beat and kill the Three Religious Immortals like Qi Jingchun with one hand.

At first, after Lu Chen thought he had completely broken through the barrier of words, he went to the Western Buddhist Kingdom and had a conversation with the Buddha. The Buddha interpreted Lu Chen's dreams and used his great magical powers to pull Lu Chen into a world of thousands of worlds. Years passed, and the long time was almost infinite and endless. Lu Chen was in it and experienced all kinds of life and death, but in the end he still failed to interpret the dream. At the very end, one day, the sky suddenly opened up, and Lu Chen followed that road, as if he was carrying the infinite Dao Qi of half the world, and crashed away.

Although Lu Chen was defeated by the Buddha, he was never suppressed by the Buddha's hand. Qi Jingchun's strength is not inferior to Lu Chen. Song Changjing dared to speak so arrogantly, which made Zhou Jue feel very funny.

"You are just in the Qi Sheng realm, not even qualified to be a coachman for Qi Jingchun. Where do you get such confidence that you can beat and kill a great monk in the fourteenth realm at will?"

"Of course I dare not say that I can defeat a great monk who has passed the Fourteenth Realm, but Qi Jingchun is just an ordinary Confucian saint. Killing him at the top of the mountain is enough!"

The eleven realms of martial arts are divided into the three realms of body refining, the third realm of qi refining, the three realms of god refining, the stop realm, the martial god realm, and the mountain top realm is the peak of the three realms of god refining. The ninth realm of martial arts is regarded by the world as martial arts. The end means that the martial artist has reached the end of the martial arts path and reached the peak of martial arts.

"A frog in a well is short-sighted. No wonder he dares to say such arrogant words. He beat Qi Jingchun and others with one hand. This is the funniest joke I have heard in these years. I can tell him this when I drink with A Liang in the future. !”

Zhou Jue laughed very freely and wildly, even laughing so hard that he couldn't stand up straight. He didn't care that Song Changjing's face had turned livid, and his anger had condensed into substance. An astonishing murderous intention permeated the town, causing the sky and earth to change color, and the situation to change. Condensation is terrifying to the extreme.

"You think it's funny?"

A cold voice came from between Song Changjing's teeth. His face was so gloomy that he seemed to be dripping with water. His tiger eyes were full of evil aura. He stared at Zhou Jue with an unkind look, and he had already seen him in his heart. Made a dead man.

"Qi Jingchun, let's not talk about it for now. I will beat you to death with one hand today to show you whether I am bragging!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Changjing took action. He stepped forward with his right foot, and the earth shook. A dark gap spread from his feet to the front of Zhou Jue. He slowly raised his right hand, clenched it with five fingers, and blasted out. , the powerful fist broke through the air, white air waves rolled in circles, the space began to become distorted, and the supreme force attacked Zhou Jue's slender body without mercy.

Song Changjing is worthy of being a great martial artist in the Tenth Realm of Martial Arts and the Qi Sheng Realm. He has condensed the martial arts of Aquarius Continent. His strength is extremely terrifying. He can shatter a mountain with a single blow. If this punch falls on Zhou Jue, it will be enough. Let his body collapse into blood mist and die without a complete body.

"It's a bit powerful, but it's just good!"

Zhou Jue stopped laughing and slowly straightened his back. His ordinary figure changed dramatically. A peerless edge emerged from the long sword at his waist. The sword energy roared and the sword light shone brightly. The sky in Lizhu Cave turned into a world of swords. The light of the sword was like a galaxy, hanging in the sky, pouring down, annihilating the fist, and crushing Song Changjing's protective aura.

A streak of blood spattered, and a wound was exposed on Song Changjing's wrist. His right hand hung down weakly, with an incredible expression on his face. His tiger eyes were dim and full of despair, and the shadow of failure shrouded his martial arts heart. , which made him mentally depressed, as if he was unable to recover and suffered a major blow.

"The end of martial arts is indeed good, but it is not in my eyes! If you are not convinced, you can go back and continue practicing. After reaching the realm of the God of Martialism, it is not too late to come and ask me about boxing again!"

The end of martial arts is divided into three realms, vigorous energy, true return, and spiritual arrival. Martial arts in this realm are extremely rare. There are very few end of martial arts in a continent, and they all have the martial destiny of a continent.

As for the eleventh realm of martial arts, the Martial God realm, those who reach this realm can live as long as the gods. Pei Huai, the only female Martial God in the world, has stepped into the Martial God realm, so the martial arts path is also called the road of death.

As the highest realm of martial arts, the Martial God Realm is as strong as a mountain monk and has a life span as long as the heavens. Comparing the realms of martial arts practitioners and Qigong practitioners, the strength of martial arts warriors at the eleventh level is equivalent to that of Qi practitioners at the fourteenth level. This reflects to a certain extent the power of pure martial arts who do not practice martial arts and cannot seek immortality.

However, even though Song Changjing has entered the Martial God Realm and is comparable to the Qi Practitioners of the Fourteenth Realm, he is still no match for Zhou Jue, and he has only seen the tip of the iceberg of the other party's unfathomable strength.

"Now you are in the realm of Qi, but your vision is still narrow. Seeing me is like a frog at the bottom of a well raising its head to see the moon. When you are lucky enough to reach the Martial God realm one day, you will know that seeing me is like a mayfly seeing the sky."

Zhou Jue stood with his hands behind his hands, slowly walked up to Song Changjing, and looked down at the lost number one martial artist in the Great Li Dynasty. He was aloof, with an indifferent expression. The avenue was like the blue sky, all-encompassing, overlooking all living beings, as if he was transcending the secular world, high in the nine heavens. The supreme gods above are beyond the reach of others.

"Is one floating?"

At this time, Song Changjing had completely lost the arrogance of the past. His invincible aura had dissipated, his face turned gray, and he muttered to himself.

On Fulu Street, Liu Xianyang was walking alone in the alley. A figure appeared in front of him. It was Lu Zhengchun, the eldest son of the Lu family in the small town. It was this man who led a group of friends and gangsters and blocked Liu Xianyang in the Mud Bottle Alley. Beat him to death. If Chen Pingan hadn't happened to meet him and ran to shout a few times, Liu Xianyang, who had no elder relatives at home, would have been thrown into a mass grave.

Lu Zhengchun blocked Liu Xianyang's way, forced a somewhat hypocritical smile on his face, and said to Liu Xianyang, who was full of vigilance.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not here to settle old scores with you today, but I have other things to discuss with you!"

Liu Xianyang looked at Lu Zhengchun with disgust, his face was cold, he interrupted the young man's words and cursed impatiently.

"You're still here? A good dog doesn't block the road, let me get out of the way!"

"Liu Xianyang, I really have something to discuss with you this time. Last time you ran away without waiting for me to finish what I said, which was not good. You should at least listen to the conditions I gave, right? To be honest, we are two friends who have never known each other before, so there is no need to get into such a tense situation. Those guests and I are very sincere!"

Lu Zhengchun's eyes flashed with a hint of violence, but he immediately covered it up, with an awkward smile on his face, and spoke again.

"What, you're addicted to matchmaking, aren't you? I'm surprised. You said that you, Lu Zhengchun, are the grandson of the most wealthy family in our town, so why do you like to be a lackey for outsiders?"

Liu Xianyang, a tall young man, also had a venomous mouth. He didn't care that Lu Zhengchun's face had turned livid, and continued to mock him without mercy.

"Liu Xianyang, as long as you ask, no matter what you want, they will try their best to satisfy you! How about an amount? How about two hundred dollars, which is enough for you to buy half a house on our Fulu Street."

Lu Zhengchun thought that Liu Xianyang didn't know the true value of his treasure, and said to Liu Xianyang with an expression like "I'm at a huge loss."

"Two hundred guan, why are you sending the beggar away? This is called sincerity. I advise you not to be vain here with me. I have to get down to business, so get out of here!"

Liu Xianyang learned a lot of secrets from Zhou Jue, and knew that his family's treasures were extremely valuable, so he would not be fooled. He stared at Lu Zhengchun with disdain and cursed rudely.

At the corner of the alley, a burly old man sat on the shoulder of a little girl carved in pink and jade. The beautiful woman held a boy in a bright red robe in her hand. The two should have been innocent at this age, but their faces were already full of pain. He said in a low voice with a sinister expression that did not match his age.

"Is this Lu family too stupid? What's the use of coming here?"

"When giving favors to others, you must know how to compare favors with enemies and negotiate business. If you want to make the most profit, you should do what Lu Zhengchun did and first test the bottom line of the other party's psychological price."

Mrs. Xu's charm was still there, her figure was plump, and she was full of the charm of a mature woman. She looked down at her son and taught him patiently.

"When giving favors to others, you must know how to compare favors with enemies, and negotiate business. If you want to make the most profit, you should do what Lu Zhengchun did, and first test the bottom line of the other party's psychological price."

"Why do we need to go to such trouble to do business with these natives and untouchables?"

The boy had a look of arrogance on his face. He was very impatient and did not agree with his mother's statement.

"Human nature is complicated and people's hearts are dark. People in small places are not all fools, even if they are short-sighted. If you think this way, you will suffer a loss sooner or later."

Mrs. Xu glanced at Lu Zhengchun in the alley. Although he was not very qualified, he understood human nature better than her son. She could train him a little bit and give him a chance to leave the town.

"Mom knows people's hearts well, why don't you come and talk directly?"

The boy rolled his eyes, looked at the mature woman with some confusion, and asked.

"Look at the clothes we wear. No matter which store we go to buy something, as long as the seller is a little bit savvy, he can't help but rip off customers."

Mrs. Xu is indeed well versed in human nature and understands the principles of doing business. She seems to be someone who has experienced many things.

"It's very uncomfortable to be so coquettish."

After hearing this, Mrs. Xu knelt down with her mature and plump body, held the boy's cheek with both hands, and said seriously.

"Remember, cultivating the mind is also a part of spiritual practice. Cultivating strength in good times and cultivating the mind in adversity are indispensable."

The boy was impetuous, shook his head, broke away from the woman's hands, and retorted angrily.

"It's so annoying to have this empty theory again."

Mrs. Xu felt helpless and stopped talking. Although her son has good talents, good bones, and a family background with two surnames as a backer, and he still has a long way to go in the future, his temperament is a little paranoid and gloomy, so he can only simmer slowly and not encourage the situation.

"Grandpa Baiyuan, if that person is unwilling to sell anything, what should we do?"

The girl on the shoulder of the burly old man showed a look of distress on her face and asked in a clear voice.

"Then let him die!"

"Old slave, I came here to deal with this worst-case scenario. However, when the time comes, the safety of the young lady will be in some trouble. I guess I will have to leave it to the Song family or the Li family."

The old man who moved the mountain showed a fierce look on his face and said without any hesitation. In his eyes, Liu Xianyang was just an ant, not worth mentioning and could be easily crushed to death.

However, unless absolutely necessary, the mountain-moving ape would never resort to this tactic. If someone kills someone in a small town, he will be expelled from Lizhu Cave by the saint. No matter how significant the sword was, Zhengyang Mountain regarded it as a treasure, but it was still far inferior to the immortality of the young lady on his shoulders.

"That armor is an ancestral heirloom of my Liu family, and it has nothing to do with money! Even if you let me move to your house today, from now on, Lu Zhengchun will call me grandpa every day, and I won't bother to care about you! Listen to me, Lu. Is it clear?"

Liu Xianyang didn't have enough money, and he didn't show any interest in what Lu Zhengchun said. He refused to sell the treasures of his ancestors. He looked like he was not stingy, showing that those who are barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes.

"Liu Xianyang, let me beg you, okay?"

With a plop, Lu Zhengchun knelt firmly on the mud floor of Mud Bottle Alley and began to kowtow. The man had gold under his knees, and he knocked his head so decisively that it made a banging sound.

If Liu Xianyang had agreed to the deal before Lu Zhengchun knelt down, he might have suffered some hardship at most, but his life would have been safe. But now Liu Xianyang has fallen into a dangerous situation where he will die.

There are four surnames and ten tribes in the town, headed by the Lu family. Lu Zhengchun himself was from a small town. If he or the Lu family wanted to kill Liu Xianyang, Qi Jingchun would not be able to intervene and could only watch with cold eyes.

"Lu Zhengchun, even if you kowtow, just give up on this idea. I will never sell the ancestral treasure to you or a stranger!"

Hearing this, the woman at the corner knew that Liu Xianyang was a bastard who was determined to buy the treasure from him no matter what price Lu Zhengchun offered. She took a step forward and walked out with the boy in red robe.

"Madam, if you want to convince me to sell you the heirloom, I advise you not to ask for it."

Liu Xianyang knew that the beautiful woman in front of him was the one behind Lu Zhengchun, and before the other party could speak, he took the lead in refusing.