Chapter 3376: Fists reach the limit, swords suppress the nine continents

"Chen Ping'an saved my junior sister, and I taught him a simple set of boxing techniques. He must be somewhat destined to me!"

As soon as Zhou Jue said these words, Wu Yuan's brows instantly relaxed, a warm smile appeared on his face, he bowed his hand to Chen Ping'an and said.

"In that case, little brother, I don't know which mountains you are interested in. Just tell me and I will help you take care of it!"

Chen Ping'an was not a stupid person. How could he not know that the new supervisor was so straightforward and polite because of Mr. Zhou's face? He did not dare to make excuses, so he returned the greeting first and then answered.

"I only have seventy-nine gold and fine copper coins, including twenty-five for spring, twenty-six for support, and twenty-eight for victory. I want to buy Luolu Mountain, Baolu Mountain, Xiancao Mountain, and Caiyun. Peak and the five mountains of Zhenzhu Mountain, I wonder if the money is enough?”

The information about these five mountains immediately came to Wu Yuan's mind. Seventy-nine gold and copper coins happened to be the lowest price for the five mountains. He suddenly understood in his heart, and nodded with a generous smile on his face.

"Seventy-nine gold and fine copper coins are enough, more than enough. Zhenzhu Mountain is too small. Why don't you choose another mountain? Choose one from Dry Spring Mountains, Xiangshan Mountains, and Shenxiu Mountains!"

Wu Yuan wished that Chen Ping'an could use these seventy-nine gold and copper coins to buy these sixty-one hills, so that he could deepen his relationship with Zhou Jue and make a profit without losing money, but he also knew that nothing in the world was so cheap. He had no choice but to take a step back and proposed to sell one of the three best mountains to Chen Ping'an to somewhat deepen the relationship with Zhou Jue.

In fact, there are many people in Da Liwu, led by the vassal king Song Changjing. The number of masters above the five realms is the highest in East Aquarius Continent. However, there are really few gods on the mountain, which is completely inconsistent with the strong national power of Da Li. This has always been the heart problem of Emperor Da Li.

After the Lizhu Cave Heaven was shattered and reduced to a blessed place on earth, the Great Li Dynasty had already made plans to win over Ruan Qiong, a military sage. Within sixty years of the town, Ruan Qiong still had the highest rules, followed by the four surnames and ten tribes, and Da Li had the lowest rules. If there is a conflict, this order will be used as the criterion. Da Li would not only not interfere with anything Ruan Qiong did within a thousand miles of the town, but would also stand unswervingly on the side of the military sage.

In addition, the Dali Dynasty also gave three of the sixty-one hills to Ruan Qiong, hoping that he could build mountains here and leave a lasting impression.

It is a great blessing for any dynasty to have a great monk like Ruan Qiong to help control the country. If Ruan Qiong is willing to truly spread his branches in the land of Da Li and be bound to the fate of the dynasty, the Da Li Dynasty will definitely be extremely happy.

Even if Ruan Qiong is like this, let alone Zhou Jue, a pure swordsman in the Fourteenth Realm, if given the choice, the Great Li Dynasty is even willing to offend Ruan Qiong for Zhou Jue, not to mention sixty-one mountains, even if it is a court. Emperor Dali was willing to give up half of the dragon chair in the hall.

"No, no, no, these three mountains are too expensive, I can't afford them!"

Chen Ping'an has understood a truth since he was a child. If you eat as much rice as you want from a bowl, if your virtues are not matched, you will suffer misfortune. He swung his hands and hurriedly refused.

Wu Yuan opened his mouth to speak, and wanted to persuade Chen Ping'an again, but Zhou Jue raised his right hand, waved it gently, stopped the other party, and spoke slowly.

"Master Wu, too much is too little, these five mountains are enough, otherwise the Great Li Dynasty would not be able to afford it!"

Zhou Jue is the number one swordsman in the world. He is a pure swordsman in the fourteenth realm. He exists on the top of the mountain and has even begun to climb the ladder to heaven. He is known as the peerless genius among the four in the world who is most likely to reach the fifteenth realm. Is it possible for a small Eastern Aquarius Continent to be bound by the Great Li Dynasty? It is enough to leave a piece of incense and affection, but don’t be too greedy.

When Wu Yuan heard this, he sighed, nodded reluctantly, and said to Zhou Jue and Chen Ping'an.

"Since Mr. Zhou said so, I will send someone to prepare the mountain deed document!"

Zhou Jue nodded slightly, turned to Chen Pingan and said.

"Give the gold and copper coins to Lord Wu!"

Chen Pingan quickly took out three bags of gold and copper coins from his arms, handed them to Wu Yuan, and asked him to count them clearly on the spot to avoid being unable to reconcile the accounts in the future.

Wu Yuan originally didn't want to do this. Even if Chen Pingan didn't give him a penny, he would sell the five hills to Chen Pingan. However, when he saw that Zhou Jue agreed with Chen Pingan's approach, he counted them one by one, just in time to welcome the spring. Twenty-five pieces of money, twenty-six pieces of support money, twenty-eight pieces of victory money, exactly the same.

Wu Yuan clapped his hands, and a government servant outside the main hall came in. He whispered a few instructions and asked him to quickly prepare the relevant contract documents, which would definitely kill the sale of the five mountains.

Seeing that Wu Yuan had arranged everything, Zhou Jue ignored it and leaned back, closing his eyes to rest, leaving only Wu Yuan, Cui Dongshan, and Chen Ping'an looking at each other.

After a moment of silence, Cui Dongshan looked at Chen Pingan and felt very close to him for some reason. He took the initiative to communicate with Chen Pingan, speaking in a smooth and mellow small town dialect.

"How did you and Mr. Zhou meet?"

Cui Dongshan hesitated for a moment, but still chose the honorific title. He didn't dare to call Zhou Jue by his name, and asked very curiously.

"Is it possible that you really saved Mr. Zhou's junior sister, Miss Ning Yao?"

Ever since Zhou Jue became a pure sword cultivator in the Fourteenth Realm, asked the Sword Tuo Yueshan, and discussed the Tao with the Great Ancestor of the Wilderness, Ning Yao, as his junior sister, her name has been widely circulated among the major forces. She was born as a swordsman, and her sword With a clear mind and the cultivation of the fifth realm, the younger generation in the world will surely be able to achieve the fourteenth realm in the future.

"It doesn't count as a rescue. Miss Ning was injured in a fight and is recovering at my house!"

Chen Pingan answered very honestly, he understood that he was just an ordinary person, and this young man with a red mole on his eyebrow was also a high-ranking mountain man. If it were not for Zhou Jue's sake, he would not notice him at all.

Cui Dongshan and Wu Yuan looked at each other without saying anything. It seemed that this young man from a small town really had a passionate relationship with Zhou Jue and was worth winning over.

"Chen Pingan, can you tell me what martial arts skills Mr. Zhou taught you?"

Cui Dongshan knew that Zhou Jue was the best swordsman in the world, but he had never heard that Zhou Jue had attainments in martial arts, so he wanted to test and asked again.

"Actually, my boxing skills were not taught by Mr. Zhou, but by Miss Ning Yao!"

Chen Ping'an had a look of shame on his face. He had been practicing Shanshanquan for a long time, and he was still at the stage of walking. His boxing skills had not been introduced at all. He felt that he was a little sorry for Zhou Jue's expectations and Ning Yao's. teach.

"My qualifications are too poor. I haven't even started practicing Shanshanquan yet!"

Chen Ping'an's mind came to mind with the moves of Shanshan Fist, and his body exuded an extremely condensed fist spirit. The aura around him was like gurgling water, never stopping, clear and pure.

Cui Dongshan's handsome face changed slightly, his peach blossom eyes narrowed into a slit, and he clearly felt the fist intention on Chen Ping'an's body. A shadow of the fist reflected into the depths of his soul, shaking thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and the vast world.

"What a pure fist intention, what a terrifying boxing technique! This mountain-shaking fist is enough to take a person straight to the limit of martial arts!"

Cui Dongshan himself is an eleventh-level immortal. He has the qualifications to establish a sect. He has extraordinary eyesight and extraordinary knowledge, and he asserts it very firmly.

When Wu Yuan heard this, a gleam flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that Zhou Jue would value Chen Ping'an so much and taught him such an exquisite boxing and martial arts. It seems that this young man must be outstanding, and he will have to make friends with him more in the future. good.

"The end of martial arts?"

Chen Ping'an looked at Cui Dongshan in surprise. He didn't know what the young man's cultivation level was, but he also understood that he must be very strong, otherwise Mr. Zhou would not even take a look at him.

"But Mr. Zhou said that Shanshanquan is just a very superficial boxing and martial arts?"

"Mr. Zhou is an expert in this world, and his swordsmanship is amazing. The simple kung fu he talks about is already a peak that is difficult for other monks and martial artists to climb. Therefore, this mountain-shaking fist is far more precious and subtle than you think. Practice it well. Well, maybe you can also enter the realm of martial arts in the future and become a man of the hour!"

There are extremely few warriors in this realm, and there are only a few warriors within a continent. All of them possess the martial arts fortune of a continent and are definitely influential figures.

Zhou Jue closed his eyes tightly and meditated. He knew everything about what was happening in the outside world and murmured secretly in his heart.

"Cui Dongshan and Chen Ping'an really have a master-disciple relationship. It was just the first time they met, and they are so close. There is no stranger at all!"

A quarter of an hour later, the people from the government office sent the contract documents from the Luopo Mountain and other five mountains into the main hall. Zhou Jue slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were deep and clear, like an unfathomable sea, which made people feel Not daring to look directly, he stood up and spoke.

"Now that the matter is done, it's time for us to say goodbye!"

Wu Yuan quickly stood up to see him off, followed closely by Cui Dongshan. Watching Zhou Jue slowly walk out of the government office, his footsteps suddenly paused, and a clear and bright voice came.

"Today's incident can be regarded as a little bit of incense. I can make a sword for the Great Li Dynasty!"

Wu Yuan was overjoyed when he heard this. He tried his best to curry favor with Zhou Jue, just because of this sentence. How many people in the world could resist the sword struck by the number one swordsman in the world.

The fourth throne in the wild world, Wuyue, is physically extremely powerful. He once climbed onto the Great Wall of Sword Qi and resisted Chen Qingdu's sword. He ran away before dying. His defense was amazing. He was almost seriously injured by Zhou Jue's sword. Fall.

"This deal has made a lot of money. Five mountains were exchanged for a sword from a pure sword cultivator in the 14th realm. It's really a promising future!"

Wu Yuan's ecstatic eyes fell on Chen Pingan. He understood that the prerequisite for Zhou Jue's willingness to use the sword was that the Dali Dynasty must protect Chen Pingan's interests from being infringed. Otherwise, if someone dared to seize the property established by Chen Pingan, then It is still unclear who this sword will hit!

"Mr. Zhou, don't worry. These five mountains will not change owners. The imperial court can also help Brother Chen to dig up the mountains so that he can get profits as soon as possible!"

Wu Yuan was also very knowledgeable and knew the elegant meaning of the words, so he quickly assured Zhou Jue.

Zhou Jue nodded slightly without turning around. He pondered for a moment and then said.

"Chen Ping'an, the property has been purchased, and it's time for me to leave. If you have a chance in the future, you can come to the Great Wall of Sword Qi to find me!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Jue merged his swords into one, and rushed into the sky. The bright sword light spanned the sky, like a rainbow bridge, stopping the surging sea of ​​clouds, and instantly disappeared into Chen who looked reluctant to leave. In Ping An's sight, he was clean and sharp, and his swordsmanship was unmistakable.

"The style of the Sword Immortal is enviable!"

Wu Yuan looked up at the sword light that was overwhelming the Nine Continents, and envy appeared on her delicate and feminine face. This disciple of Xiuhu Cui Luo had to admit that the sword practitioner was free and easy.

In the north of the town, in front of a small hill, Ruan Qiong strode over with two pots of wine in his hands.

In front of the hill, there were broken porcelains piled up into a mountain. Ruan Qiong found a place thirty steps away from the hill and sat cross-legged.

In front of the pile of broken porcelains, there was an old man sitting on the ground. He had white hair and a burly figure, but he did not give people a sense of aging. He slowly opened his eyes, reached out to take the pot of wine thrown by Ruan Qiong, weighed it a few times, and then spoke.

"A strong man like you will suffer a little if you go to the widow Liu's shop to buy wine!"

The widow Liu in the town has been suffering from drought for a long time. She is in her prime and likes men as hard as iron like Ruan Qiong the most. She always flirts with him and pesters him.

Ruan Qiong's face darkened and a bit of embarrassment flashed in his eyes. When he went to the widow Liu's shop to buy wine, the woman wanted to stick to him and make him flee in embarrassment. He almost suffered a big loss. The military sage did not want to dwell on this topic and asked quickly.

"Mr. Yang, who is the young man following the new supervisor Wu Yuan? I can't tell his depth. On the surface, he is no different from ordinary people."

"The identity is unknown, but the old saying goes well, those who come with bad intentions will not come, right?"

Old man Yang raised his head and drank, the clear wine flowed from the corner of his mouth, wetting his blue shirt, and said meaningfully.

"Compared to this young man, the great swordsman is more interesting. He is about to take the last step. By then, even the founders of the three religions will not dare to face his edge, but the divine sword is unparalleled and unstoppable!"

Old Man Yang, also known as Qingtong Tianjun and Donghua Emperor, is a god in the ancient heaven. He is one of the survivors after the collapse of the Shinto and has lived for tens of thousands of years. He is in charge of one of the two ancient ascension platforms and is one of the earliest gods of the human race. His status is extremely high.

Old Man Yang seems to be a bystander, but in fact he is deeply involved in the operation of the world. He plays chess without any rules, but in fact every step affects the general situation of the world, reflecting his profound wisdom and strategy. He prefers wisdom rather than force, which is one of the reasons why he can still survive after the collapse of the Shinto.

Old Man Yang's status in the Shinto is second only to the five supreme gods, and his cultivation is extremely powerful. His apprentice Li Er has reached the end of martial arts, the tenth realm martial artist, which shows that he is also very powerful in martial arts. His realm is still at the peak of the thirteenth realm. In his heyday, his strength is comparable to the ten heroes of ancient times, but he has never reached the fifteenth realm.

Before he finished speaking, a sword light crossed the vast world, splitting the entire sky in two. The momentum was so great and the scene was so terrifying that Ruan Qiong was so shocked that the wine pot in his hand fell to the ground and muttered to himself.

"The sword energy spans 30,000 miles, and the sword light chills the 19 continents! I originally thought that this poem was an exaggeration by those scholars, but I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes today!"

There are nine continents in Haoran Tianxia, ​​namely, Dongbaopingzhou in the east, Beijuluzhou in the northeast, Aiaizhou in the north, Tongyezhou in the southeast, Nanposozhou in the south, Jinjiazhou in the west, Fuyaozhou in the southwest, Liuxiazhou in the northwest, and Zhongtu Shenzhou in the center.

Among them, Zhongtu Shenzhou is the base camp of Confucianism and the location of the Confucian Temple. It has rich resources and powerful forces equivalent to eight continents. It is the best among the nine continents of Haoran. Other continents also have their own characteristics, such as the rise of Baopingzhou, the decline of Tongyezhou, the bloodiness of Fuyaozhou, and the chivalry of Beijuluzhou, which together constitute the diverse pattern of Haoran Tianxia.

"This man has left the Lizhu blessed land, and I can finally breathe a sigh of relief!"

Old man Yang, the Qingtong Tianjun, put down the wine pot in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief. During Zhou Jue's time in the town, he was always on edge, always feeling that there was a terrible edge around him, and if he was not careful, he would be killed by a sword.

Ruan Qiong lowered his head and picked up the wine pot on the ground. The clear and mellow wine spilled all over the ground, which made him feel distressed. He quickly drank a sip and then sighed.

"Indeed, this person staying in Lizhu Cave Heaven makes everyone feel a huge pressure, and a string is tight!"

"A pure sword cultivator who has reached the perfection of the fourteenth realm has even climbed the ladder to heaven and may become a celestial being at any time. How can we mountain people not feel awe!"

Old man Yang has white hair and a childlike face, a full face, smooth skin, without a trace of wrinkles, and deep eyes that have experienced vicissitudes. He has lived for tens of thousands of years and has seen countless landscapes, but no one has ever been as amazing as Zhou Jue. Before he was twenty years old, he had broken all the barriers of words in the world and realized the true meaning of the fifteenth realm. The speed of cultivation is simply terrifying!

"Young people are formidable! He is not even twenty years old yet. He will definitely ascend to heaven and enter the fifteenth realm in the future!"

Old man Yang took another sip of wine, his expression was complicated, and his words were full of sighs and emotions.

After hearing this, Ruan Qiong also became silent, just drinking sip by sip, with complex emotions flashing in his sharp eyes.

At this moment, Ruan Qiong and Old Man Yang looked up at the same time, looking at the top of Broken Porcelain Mountain. A young man in a green shirt held his sleeves with his hands together, a mole on his forehead, and a spring breeze in his smile.

"Call people first when entering the door, and worship the gods first when entering the temple. I know the rules. Cui Dongshan has met Master Ruan, and I meet Old Man Yang!"

"Enter the mountains and the marshes, and draw talismans to shock. I just don't know if you draw ghost talismans or immortal talismans?"

Old man Yang put down the wine pot in his hand. Although the young man with a red mole on his forehead was not as difficult as Zhou Jue, he was not a good person either. He was also a headache. He took out an old pipe from his waist, put it in his mouth and took a few puffs. The green smoke rose up and covered his face. He asked in a slightly cold voice.

"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Yang and Master Ruan. I came here just to say hello to you two. There shouldn't be any intersection in the future."

Cui Dongshan smiled, and the red mole on his forehead was so beautiful that it seemed to bleed. He didn't care about the defense of old man Yang and Ruan Qiong at all, and said to himself.

"The greeting has been made. We will go our separate ways in the future. Whether it's Yangguan Road or a single-plank bridge, I hope we can live in peace!"

Old man Yang's face was gloomy, and a stream of green smoke slowly spit out of his mouth, like a dragon and snake, twisting in the void, and shooting straight at the spring breeze boy.

Cui Dongshan narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, flashing with cold light. He had just suffered a loss at the hands of Zhou Jue, and was holding back his anger. Old Man Yang's probing move gave him a chance to vent.