Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 517: My fist is as bright as the sun
"The changes in Zhou Tian have made me a king."

In the illusion, Tang Lian also saw the man in green robes. He was on the top of a mountain. The sky was so high that he could touch it with his hand.

"What kind of mountain is this?"

After years of wandering around the world, Tang Lian had traveled across almost half of Beili, but he searched through his memory and could not find a similar mountain.

Compared to Sikong Qianluo and Lei Wujie, Tang Lian's mentality was more stable. It didn't take long for him to figure out the current situation.

"Inherited Secret Realm?"

Taoist methods are varied and bizarre, and he has seen a lot of them before. Now seeing this strange illusion, which has no ill will towards him, this is the only thing he can think of.

"What is he doing?"

The man stood on the top of the mountain, like a straight pine tree, motionless.

Tang Lian frowned. Time passed by, but the other party remained motionless, like a clay sculpture. This made him feel a little irritated.

The disaster involving the herbalist in Qianlan City is still unresolved, and Sikong Qianluo and Lei Wujie don't know what the situation is. He doesn't have time to waste here.

So Tang Lian began to try to move around to see if there was any other way to leave here. However, after a while, his face became increasingly ugly, as the only place he could move was the top of the hill.

After realizing that he couldn't leave this place at all, Tang Lian had to return to the original place. He tried to come to the side of the man in green robe, but the other party still didn't move.

"No, if it is a legacy, it shouldn't be like this."

Tang Lian forced herself to calm down, and then focused her attention on the only figure here. If there really was an inheritance here, it must be in this green-robed man.

After sitting for a while, the man still didn't move. Tang Lian felt a little suspicious. Could he be wrong?
Tang Lian pinched her chin and glanced at the man in green robe. The man had been silent since she arrived here.

"So what is the other party doing?"

A huge question appeared in Tang Lian's mind.

"What is he looking at?"

Suddenly, Tang Lian noticed that the man in green robe had his hands behind his back and was looking straight ahead.

As one question arose, several more questions followed in his mind, so Tang Lian also stood up, stood beside the man in green robe, and looked forward.

The mountains were filled with rolling clouds and the sun was shining. The sea of ​​clouds was dyed golden, like a fairyland on earth. The scenery was naturally beautiful, but Tang Lian was a little puzzled. If he guessed correctly, the man in green robe was Li Qingxuan from Qingcheng Mountain. A person like him must have seen all kinds of scenery, and there must have been many more magnificent ones than the one before him. Why did he have a special liking for the scenery before him?

Just when Tang Lian began to have doubts, the scene before her suddenly changed.

He only felt that the mountain peak under his feet began to rise at a very fast speed. In just a dozen breaths, the sea of ​​clouds that was originally at his feet had reached the horizon.

The original grandeur, at this moment, makes people feel as if they are standing on the top of the mountains, overlooking the world.

"The mountain pierces the blue sky, its tip still intact. When the sky is about to fall, it relies on it to hold it up."

A voice came from outside the nine heavens. Tang Lian was in a trance. He felt a sudden shock in his heart and a sense of invincibility arose spontaneously.

"The universe is so vast. If we want to see the magnificence of the mountains and seas, how can we be afraid of the might of heaven?"

Tang Lian suppressed his violently fluctuating mind and felt dry mouth for a moment. He knew that Li Qingxuan's words were not directed at him. These were probably the words left by the other party when he was enlightened. "If you want to live as long as the sky, how can you be bound by your hands and feet?"

Such arrogant words were totally unlike the impression he had of a Taoist.

And some of the words were particularly eye-catching in his eyes. "Live as long as the sky." After so many years of wandering around the world and seeing many geniuses and heroes, he had never heard of these four words.

Perhaps only the eunuchs in the palace would use such flattering words when facing the emperor.

“Taoism.”

Tang Lian murmured to himself. He had never thought that the Taoists, who were always good guys in the martial arts world, could actually have such courage.

“When we practice boxing, we should have the ambition to reach the sky, and we should have the heart that the world is ours. When I punch, it should be like the sun at its zenith.”

At that time, the scene in front of Tang Lian changed again. The sea of ​​clouds in the sky disappeared, and instead, dark clouds appeared above his head, covering the sun. He was on the top of the mountain, and the clouds hanging from the sky seemed to be within reach. But for him at this moment, it was more of a pressure, because the sky seemed to be pressing down on him.

Suddenly, a burst of energy appeared, and heavy rain poured down from the sky, accompanied by lightning and thunder. The power of heaven and earth was awe-inspiring.

"break!!"

There were no fancy words or strange moves. Just a loud shout and Li Qingxuan threw a punch.

Tang Lian watched this punch very carefully, not missing a single detail, but there was always a voice in his heart telling him that he did not need to remember the posture of this punch, but rather the invincible artistic conception.

The next moment, the rain stopped and then rolled back. A fist force violently destroyed everything in front of it, and a big hole suddenly appeared in the thick clouds.

"Come again!!"

Another loud shout made people's blood boil. Li Qingxuan retracted his fist and punched out again, shaking the heaven and earth. Facing the power of heaven and earth, Li Qingxuan did not retreat at all. Between heaven and earth, standing on the top of the mountain, he was like a drop in the ocean, but when he punched, he was like a giant standing upright.

Tang Lian's eyes went from shock at first to numbness at last. He didn't know how many punches Li Qingxuan had thrown, but the result was that there was no longer anything blocking Li Qingxuan's way.

If the heavens try to stop me, I will break it.

When he came to his senses again, he had already been immersed in the other party's invincible artistic conception. A trace of boxing intention quietly sprouted from the bottom of his heart. Different from the boxing he learned from the wine fairy Baili Dongjun, Li Qingxuan's boxing intention itself had a domineering power that could overturn everything.

The next moment, Tang Lian's mind was in a trance, and when he came to his senses, his figure had quietly appeared in the courtyard. However, at this moment, the fist intent he learned from Li Qingxuan had not yet dissipated. Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo felt that fist intent and felt creepy, so they subconsciously moved away from each other.

"Senior Sister, what happened to Senior Brother?"

Sikong Qianluo frowned, her pupils full of inquiry. In her feeling, Tang Lian's realm did not improve, and was still in the middle stage of Xiaoyaotian realm. However, the fist intent from the other party made her tremble with fear.

"It should be a legacy."

Sikong Qianluo was unsure of the other party's situation, and finally uttered a sentence slowly.

In the illusion, Li Qingxuan's voice echoed and dissipated with the wind.

“My mind is free, but it is not perfect. What a pity.”

(End of this chapter)