Repugnant Gateway

An Zheng shouted towards the back of the middle-aged man: "Do you know where my friend is ?!"

"know."

The middle-aged man said without looking back: "However, if you want to know their whereabouts, first take the fishing rod and the fish basket back for me, and I will wait for you on the river ferry for only three days."

An Zheng said nothing.

The seemingly unusual fish basket and fishing rod seemed heavier than the entire mountain range. In the Daxi era, Xiuwei, who had already reached Datian Realm, gave An Zheng an unparalleled confidence. Even facing Chen Wunuo, he had nothing to worry about. However, in this era, he found himself so small.

Maybe it is God's will?

He just wanted to send back the ancient people who endangered the entire Central Plains, but did not expect to send too much, and went directly back to the ancient times that the ancient people thought. At this time, it was the most prosperous time of the Xian Palace. The rule of the Xian Palace was extremely strong. Those who are really strong cannot be challenged by the current struggle.

An Zheng does not know who the stranger is, but one thing is certain, that stranger is not malicious. Taking his cultivation as an example, if he wants to be detrimental to Anzheng, Anzheng may not even have room to fight back.

The fishing rod looks like ordinary green bamboo, and the fish basket is made of red willow. Such an ordinary thing is now a sky that seems to be unable to cross in front of Anzheng.

"I must find Xiaoliuer them!"

An Zheng gritted his teeth. It had been a long time since he had pierced his horse, but now he had picked up all these basic skills. Ma Bu stabilized, and then lucked Dantian, grabbed the sides of the fish basket with both hands and lifted up.

The fish basket is as if it is rooted in the ground, and it is immobile.

The middle-aged man who had gone far away seemed to be disappointed and said to himself: "No wonder the physique is outstanding, but the strength is so weak, it turns out that people are stupid."

An Zheng underestimated that you are stupid, and then continue to capacity.

Suddenly, An Zheng thought of something ... This fish basket is just a fish basket, not a magic weapon. The reason why it is so heavy is because the guy left on the fish basket is doing strange things. That is the power of cultivation that far surpasses the great realm. From a qualitative point of view, it is much more pure than that of Anzheng.

An Zheng now wants to lift up the fish basket, he is breaking the force, but his own strength is not as good as others, how can it be broken? It's like a three-year-old kid and an adult brawn who break their wrists. Even if people use a finger to catch the three-year-old kid's fist, the child can't win.

An Zheng sat down cross-legged, his hands against the fish basket and began to feel. When he began to realize that power, his brain buzzed, and his nose bleed for a moment, as if he was directly hit by a heavy hammer, and it seemed to be fainting.

Anzheng shook his head hard and immediately moved his hands away. Using one's own cultivation power to make useless, and using one's cultivation strength to sense the other party's cultivation strength, will directly hurt oneself by the counterattack strength.

In the end how to do?

An Zheng sat there in contemplation, nosebleed running down the corner of his mouth to his jaw and dripping onto his clothes again.

About ten minutes later, Anzheng put his hands on the fish basket for the second time, hitting all his attention with fingers and palms. At this moment his palm perception became very sharp, but because of this, the other side's cultivation ability impacted him even more violently.

With a puff, An Zheng blew out a **** mouth, and his face instantly turned pale, but instead of releasing his hand this time, he gritted his teeth and continued to perceive the power.

An Zheng felt that his hands could be destroyed at any time, and the meridians in his arms were about to be broken. However, the mode of operation of the cultivation force was felt.

In fact, which middle-aged man stays in this fish basket is not much, but only a small group. However, this small group of cultivation forces formed a vortex in the fish basket, and it seemed to never stop. It was like the chaos before the universe opened, and it was completely integrated in the rotation, and there was no way to crack it.

There was more and more blood flowing out of An Zheng's mouth, and soon the clothes on his chest were stained with blood.

"There is always a way, Xiaoliuer is still waiting for me."

Anzheng's hands clung to the fish basket and refused to let go. The force was eroding outwards while the force was spinning. The crackling of the hands of Anzheng's hands kept cracking and cracking a lot of mouths, followed closely It's just that the skin of the back burst a little bit, and the densely packed wounds looked shocking.

After four or five minutes of perseverance, An Zheng felt a black in his head, and then fell down.

The middle-aged man sitting on the boat on the river bank shook his head and sighed, "I'm so stupid, is it useful?"

But he didn't leave. Although disappointed, he still sat there waiting.

Half an hour later, An Zheng woke up and looked at his scarred hands. Without hesitation, he put his hands on the fish basket again to feel the power of repair.

The security struggle lasted for about fifteen minutes, and then was flew out by the force. His body flew far away like a broken kite, and his back hit the heavy weeping willow with his hands tens of meters away. With a bang, the tree shook and many leaves fell.

An Zheng helped the tree to stand up, and a whimper spurted blood. He raised his hands and wiped the corners of his mouth, his eyes staring at the fish basket.

"I must ... find them!"

He roared, and then stepped over to the fish basket. The injury was too heavy, so the pace became extremely heavy, as if a large mountain was carried on the back, and a thousand pounds of iron was tied to the legs. Going out in one step, the whole body was terribly painful. But Anzheng didn't stop. He gritted his teeth and walked back, took a deep breath, then sat down cross-legged and continued to perceive the power.

"Stupid."

The middle-aged man frowned, but the disappointment in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by an appreciation.

Anzheng put his hands close to the fish basket, and the spinning power really thought that there was no end and no end. Keep spinning like this, without losing any power. This is completely different from the world of spiritual practice that Anzhan had contacted before. In the Daxi era, the power of practitioners will not condense after being released, and will dissipate by itself soon.

However, this force, hovering in the fish basket, seems to have created a single small universe.

There are no qualities that can be detected in this force, and no attribute of Jinmu, Shuihuotu can perceive it. This power does not seem to come from the world at all, it seems to be drawn from the universe.

The force of the rotating cultivation force pushed down the force, and the fish basket became so heavy that it could not be lifted at all.

Half an hour later, An Zheng was blown out again, and this time he went further. After landing, the body rolled over a dozen meters upstream on the ground, and the gray face fell, and Ben Junlang's contention looked extremely embarrassed.

But his eyes brightened.

"Hey!"

An Zheng shouted towards the river: "Whoever, I don't need three days, I will show you now!"

He got up and walked towards the fish basket. After three or four steps, he thumped and fell to the ground. He was already weak and could not even stabilize himself. His face was directly shot on the ground, his nose was broken, and his ears began There was blood flowing out.

"You will die like this."

The middle-aged man shouted remotely, and there seemed to be a very complicated thing in his tone.

"I can't die, I have to go to Xiaoliuer and them. Xiaoliuer can't live without me, neither of them. How can I live without Chen Shaobai, I'm still a fat nurse, and I have to feed him."

An Zheng got up again, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was a fearful courage and coldness. The middle-aged man sitting in the boat froze at the smile and couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

Over the years, he has not seen a stupid and lifeless guy like An Zheng.

He saw An Zheng walking step by step, and he was already crumbling when he walked to the fish basket.

"Strength is repeated, and mentioning is impossible, but it can be used!"

Anzheng injects his power of self-cultivation into the fish basket, although the strength of the middle-aged man left in the fishbasin is only a small group, but in contrast, all of Anzheng ’s power of cultivation is injected into the fish In the basket, it is no match for the small group of forces.

However, Anzheng wasn't trying to break through, but borrowing power. He suppressed all the attributes of his cultivation power and eliminated it, but it was pure power, there was no righteous way and pure yang, no heavenly thunder and power, nothing, just cultivation strength.

His power is now a tonic for that power, and the power becomes more powerful when added. An Zheng tried to gently shift the direction of the force, the angle of the rotating force in the fish basket was changed, and then the fish basket began to tilt slightly.

Seeing such a change, An Zheng's smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger and stronger. He kept urging his power, but his face became more and more white. He was seriously injured and he didn't recover at all. He was only supported by the elixir. The bones that had not been grown before were disconnected again. The sound of the crackling in the body was endless, followed by blood streaks. Put on the skin and shoot it out.

"Get me up!"

An Zheng screamed, and under the influence of the rotating force inside, the fish basket slowly flew up slowly.

An Zheng looked at the middle-aged man, his mouth stubbornly proud: "It's up ..."

After saying this, An Zheng fell to the ground with a thump, and passed out again.

When Anzheng woke up again, he looked up and saw the starry night sky, so clean and so thorough. The night wind practice, blowing on the body is very cool, it is an indescribable tranquility.

There was a soft sound of water in his ear. An Zheng looked sideways and found himself lying on the boat. The middle-aged man was sitting on the bow of the boat. There was an iron pan on the bow. Stewed fish ... The taste got into Anzheng's nose, and instantly felt hungry.

"Woke up?"

The man glanced back at An Zheng: "You are the dumbest guy I have ever seen, but perseverance is commendable."

An Zheng pouted: "I raised it."

"Just mentioning a fish basket, are you proud of a fart?"

The man gave An Zheng a glance, then scooped some fish soup with an iron spoon to taste it, and seemed to be very satisfied with his craft.

"Why should I be stupid?"

An Zheng asked.

The man sighed: "How did you lift the fish basket?"

An Zheng said that he felt the power of the other party, and then used the power of the other party to spin the basket into the air. The man's eyes were more complicated when he saw Anzheng: "You are not stupid, but stupid is very complicated."

He pointed to the fish basket: "I just want to try your reaction, as long as you don't apply the power of cultivation, rely on pure physical strength, and don't touch the power I left in the fish basket. It ’s easy to mention. But who thought you had to touch my power, and thought so much ... It ’s a rare genius among a fool. "

He filled a bowl of fish soup and handed it to An Zheng: "Reward you."

An Zheng took a look at it: "Why is there only soup?"

The man rightfully said: "Master eats meat and apprentices drink soup. This is justified."

He picked up a piece of fat fish and sent it to his mouth, and then smashed his mouth: "It's delicious."

An Zheng: "..."

Then An Zheng responded: "Who recognizes you as a master?"

The man said indifferently: "Do you think it's your business? I don't accept it. It's my business. You ... have no choice."