Chapter 113: The Fist Shakes the Mountains and Rivers, the World Three Thousand Years Later

"Of course I have seen it. Your Majesty has practiced for five thousand years and traveled the world. Except for being defeated by someone from the upper realm, he was defeated once, and that was by the Xiantian Tiangang Saint Body!"

The white-haired old man sighed while writing in the air.

Xiao Zi widened his snake eyes and shouted, "Isn't the Great Sage invincible in the world?"

"That's true, but your majesty did lose to the Tiangang Saint Body. Unfortunately, that Tiangang Saint Body died young. It was a pity that your majesty didn't fight against the Tiangang Saint Body at the peak of his power. For this reason, he specially created the Tiangang Saint Body True Skill." The white-haired old man stroked his beard and sighed.

Xiao Zi asked: "Why did the Tiangang Holy Body die young? Was he also killed by the gods in the upper realm?"

The white-haired old man shook his head and said: "He died in the realm of crossing the realm. At that time, he could already fight across realms. He offended too many enemies and was joined by various major sects. He finally fled to an ancient forbidden land and never came out again. This means that he died in the forbidden land. There is no immortal in the world."

When Xiao Zi heard this, he couldn't help but look at Fang Wang with some worry in his eyes.

It suddenly worried that Fang Wang would follow the footsteps of the Tiangang Holy Body.

Zhao Zhen didn't say anything, and read the practice method of Shanhe Zhentian Fist as seriously as Fang Wang.

Although he is a ghost body, he has been practicing. What if he can become a ghost fairy one day?

Zhao Zhen is meticulous and bold. If Lu Yuanjun is his master, he naturally dare not think about it, but if the master is Fang Wang, he thinks it may not be impossible.

If there is really an immortal in this world, the talent of Tianyuanbao Ling is the most likely to achieve the realm of immortals.

After a long while, the white-haired old man finally finished writing, and thousands of words were suspended in the air, and the light was dazzling.

Fang Wang looked up at the practice method of Shanhe Zhentian Fist. He only needed to read thousands of words once to remember them. When he was about to see the last line, he took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

Xiao Zi asked with concern: "Young Master, what's wrong with you?"

The white-haired old man looked at him and asked with a smile: "This fist is indeed difficult, but if you can't calm down and practice, it is impossible to practice the Tiangang Saint Body True Kung Fu."

Fang Wang said calmly: "It's not difficult."

Not difficult?

The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud.

Fang Wang ignored him and looked at the last line of words.

When he saw the last word, the world in front of him shattered, and a familiar dizziness came. Then, he felt his feet land on the ground. He opened his eyes and found that he had come to the Heavenly Palace.

Looking at the spacious and magnificent hall, he moved his mind and turned the hall into a mountain and river scene. He seemed to fall into the mountains all of a sudden. A winding river flowed through the mountains. From the sky, it looked like a long dragon, magnificent and extremely beautiful.

Fang Wang showed a satisfied smile. Such a magnificent scene was suitable for practicing boxing.

He walked to the front of the cliff and practiced boxing facing the bright sun in the sky.

The boxing moves of Shanhe Zhentian Fist are only a few simple moves. Like most spells, it is mainly to practice the method of luck and activate certain acupuncture points.

Fang Wang took a horse stance and began to punch one by one. While punching, he recalled the method of practice to practice luck.

On the first day, he punched 10,000 punches facing the scorching sun.

Every day thereafter, the number of punches was maintained at 10,000.

Ten years later, he threw 20,000 punches every day. This rhythm lasted for five years. Later, he raised the number of punches to 30,000 per day!

Punching day after day, in the Heavenly Palace, his consciousness was not always tired, and his body would ache, but when he got used to it, he could clearly feel the improvement of his physical strength.

When he practiced the Mountain River Heaven Fist to a small success, he could blow up a mountain hundreds of feet away with one punch, with amazing destructive power.

But the real subtlety of the Mountain River Heaven Fist is not in its ferocity, but in its understanding of space.

Breaking the sky with one punch, what is broken is space!

Fang Wang fell into a way of practice that he had never studied before. He swept away his boring mood and began to practice this fist with excitement.

This practice lasted for a hundred years!

Fang Wang practiced the Mountain River Heaven Fist to a great success, but the Heavenly Palace did not let him out, which meant that there was still room for practice of the Mountain River Heaven Fist.

He could only continue to comprehend.

When he thoroughly practiced the Mountain River Heaven Fist to a great perfection, he suddenly looked back and realized that he had spent three hundred and thirty years!

The great perfection of the Mountain River Heaven Fist can break the small space of the world with one punch. As long as his cultivation is strong, breaking the sky is not impossible.

Zhu Changsheng spent two hundred years to practice the Mountain River Heaven Fist, but it may not be the state of great perfection, maybe just practiced it!

You should know that Fang Wang was able to practice the Mountain River Heaven Fist, and he also borrowed the mystery of the heart of fighting to turn his body into a magic weapon.

In this world, the more profound the unique skills are, the more they can not be practiced. The most domineering point of the Heavenly Palace is that any unique skills can definitely help Fang Wang practice to great perfection!

Just like that, Fang Wang's vision became blurred, and then he returned to reality.

The white-haired old man was still laughing, as if he heard the funniest joke in the world.

Xiao Zi stared at Fang Wang and suddenly found that his eyes had changed.

It was immediately excited. Every time the young master practiced, this strange state change would occur, which meant that the young master had mastered the Mountain River Heaven Fist.

It never told anyone about this, because it was not confused.

Geniuses are always difficult for ordinary spirits to understand.

Zhao Zhen didn't think much about it. He was still looking at the light words in the air.

After the white-haired old man finished laughing, he looked at Fang Wang and asked, "You said it's not difficult, so how long will it take you to master it?"

Fang Wang raised his right hand and looked at it. He saw that his right hand was clenched into a fist. In an instant, the surging spiritual energy in the ancient city rushed toward him crazily and concentrated on his right fist.

The powerful wind made Zhao Zhen couldn't help but look at him.

Fang Wang's black hair fluttered, and the white-haired old man's eyes widened and his lips trembled.

"Is it...impossible!"

The white-haired old man couldn't help but exclaimed, unable to maintain his previous calmness.

When Zhao Zhen heard this, he looked at Fang Wang with strange eyes.

Is it possible...

Zhao Zhen suddenly understood why Lu Yuanjun's Xuan Ming Seal failed.

In all likelihood, Fang Wang has already mastered the Yin-Yang Xuanming True Skill...

Rumble——

As Fang Wang began to condense the Mountain and River Suppressing Fist, the entire ancient city began to tremble, as if an earthquake was coming, making both Xiao Zi and Zhao Zhen nervous.

Fang Wang just made a fist, but he was so powerful!

Xiao Zi's eyes were full of admiration, while Zhao Zhen felt incredible.

The white-haired old man shouted quickly: "Stop! Stop!"

When Fang Wang heard this, he immediately released his right fist, and the surging spiritual energy around him dissipated. The overbearing aura dissipated, and the ancient city also returned to calm.

The white-haired old man breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Fang Wang with complicated eyes and asked, "Have you learned Shanhe Tianzhen Fist before?"

Fang Wang shook his head and said: "No, besides, even if I have learned it before, I have mastered it. Can't it be considered as passing the test?"

The white-haired old man felt mixed emotions in his heart.

If you have never learned it, how can you master Shanhe Tianzhen Fist all at once?

The white-haired old man always felt that Fang Wang had not deceived him, and the reactions of the snake demon and ghost did not seem to be fake.

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. Fang Wang had learned it just from words before he even taught him personally...

This is so fucking unreasonable!

Will all geniuses in the world three thousand years from now have this kind of talent?

If he were truly a genius who could learn everything at once...

The white-haired old man seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes changed when he looked at Fang Wang.

"Hey, old man, you're not going to change your mind, are you?"

Xiao Zi couldn't help but speak in a bad tone.

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "Why did you change your mind? Come with me."

After saying that, he turned around, and the stone statue trembled, and a gap appeared at the bottom, and it sank.

As the stone statue sank into the ground, a hole appeared, and the white-haired old man floated directly in.

Fang Wang immediately followed, followed closely by Xiao Zi and Zhao Zhen. A staircase appeared under the entrance of the cave, leading to the dark underground.

One person, one demon and one ghost walked down the steps.

"Since your Majesty's death, tens of thousands of years have passed. There have been many people and demons who have come to look for opportunities. However, there are only three people who have practiced the Mountain and River Suppressing Fist. You, Zhu Changsheng, and a peerless demon. That demon is because of the ancestors. Your Majesty’s demon general, I gave him the method of cultivation.”

The white-haired old man floated in front and said, as if he was telling the past.

Xiao Zi asked curiously: "What's the name of the monster?"

"Qitian, I wonder if he can become famous now?"

"never heard of that."

"Yes, it has been five thousand years so far. It's hard to say whether he is dead or alive."

Just like that, the voices of Xiao Zi and the white-haired old man echoed in the cave, while Fang Wang and Zhao Zhen just listened and said nothing.

Passing through the winding cave passage, they finally came to an underground palace.

As soon as he walked into the gate, Fang Wang saw that the four walls, ceiling, and floor were all covered with words.

"This is where the true power of Tiangang Holy Body is recorded, but I don't know where to start. Maybe this is a test set by His Majesty." The white-haired old man stroked his beard.

Xiao Zi couldn't help complaining: "Why is there another test? If you don't want people to learn, why bother leaving clues?"

The white-haired old man glared at it and said angrily: "This is also a process of cultivation. If I practice it directly for you, you still won't be able to practice it."

Fang Wang didn't question it. He walked to the center of the hall and looked up.

There are words everywhere, densely packed, at least hundreds of thousands of words, and there is no clue, I don’t know where to start or where to end.

Fang Wang was not impatient, but looked seriously.

The studious Zhao Zhen also began to observe.

"Qitian can learn it, I want to try it too!" Xiao Zi hummed, then climbed onto Fang Wang's shoulder and started to look around.

The white-haired old man stroked his beard and smiled and said: "Whether Qi Tian learned it or not, I don't know. Only Zhu Changsheng learned it here and then left."

Xiao Zi asked: "How many years did it take to wish for longevity?"

"Eight hundred years."

"What, eight hundred years? How come he's not dead?"

The person who said this was Zhao Zhen, who has always been obsessed with immortality.

Could it be that wishing for longevity has already resulted in immortality?

Xiao Zi said: "I remembered that after the ancestor of Jihao Sect opened the sect, he gave in less than two hundred years ago. Could it be that the time has come? Tsk tsk, what's the point of this? Most of his life has been spent. "

Zhao Zhen said seriously: "If you don't practice, you may not be able to have two hundred years of leisurely life. What's more, he just surrenders and may not die."