In the dense forest, a man with a monk's robe covered with cloth was running at a speed, with an extremely anxious expression on his face.

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If Chen Qian was here, he would be shocked when he saw the man's face, because this man was the double-headed guardian of the Pure Land Buddhism who fell off the cliff with him...

However, the two-headed guardian has his limbs intact and has no scars on his body.

"It's almost here, my half body is falling ahead..."

He thought silently in his heart, his running speed became faster and faster, almost turning into the wind, sweeping by without any pause.

Just then.

"Where did the fake monk come from? What should I be guilty of disturbing my tranquility?"

The rolling sound came with the wind, and the surrounding trees were suffocated.

The two-headed guardian stopped when he heard this, with a look of fear on his face. He raised his eyes and looked in the direction where the sound came, and immediately took a breath of cold air.

In the air, a colorful giant tiger was shaking its tail and glaring at it, glaring at it.

"The natural energy of the life? The power of the gods?"

His shock was really extraordinary. The expression on his face quickly changed from fear to respect. He bent down and bowed, bowed and begged for mercy.

"Senior, forgive me. I'm really important to come here..." His words were inspiring his true energy and shouted out. It was spread far away, and Chen Qian and Zhao Ting could hear it clearly.

Zhao Ting was fine, but Chen Qian changed his face and looked confused.

"No matter what you do, I am here to practice cultivation. No one can take a step. If you want to live, where will you come from? Get out of here! Get out!"

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

The word "get out" echoed and rushed into the ears of the double-headed guardian, making him feel nervous and really afraid to stay. He turned around and returned at a faster speed than before. He listed this forest as a forbidden area in his heart.

But while running, he thought of the meaning of half of his body and felt extremely heartache. The heavy loss was unimaginable, and it was actually involved in the heart fire. The true qi was not running smoothly, and under the stimulation, it hurt his lungs and spewed out a mouthful of blood!

"Hahaha! With this courage, I also want to practice martial arts?"

The old man who scared away the person after a few words burst into laughter, and the laughter was filled with comfort.

He turned his head to look at Chen Qian: "See, this kind of guy, when you see you are a martial artist in the Qi and Blood Realm, you have the style of a master. When you see me, you think you are one level apart, and you don't even dare to see each other, and you don't dare to say anything more. Turn your head and run away. You don't have to use him as a target in the future. If you are destined to your fate, he is just your enemy."

"Senior said he is my enemy? Could it be that man is really a two-headed guardian? He is not dead?" Chen Qian had recognized the identity of the master of the voice when he heard the man speak. A few hours ago, the two-headed guardian once forced him into a desperate situation. Naturally, he had a deep memory.

The old man did not intend to hide it, and nodded: "It's this person, but not the dead one. They have many evil ways of the Pure Land Buddhism, and everyone takes advantage of it. When I challenged the countries of the Western Regions, I also saw it once. It seemed that I divided people's consciousness into two parts and practiced separately, but the specific paths in it were not very clear."

"The Pure Land Buddhism? Divide consciousness into two parts?" Chen Qian pondered, but now his mental strength is exhausted, and he feels tired after he uses his brain a little.

"You don't have to think too much. No matter how clever the method of the Pure Land Buddhism is, it is based on heretics. It is based on a senior master a hundred years ago. It is gorgeous and unreal. If you really want to practice martial arts, you must focus on yourself and understand the world." When the old man said this, his expression was a little serious. He pointed to the giant tiger entrenched above the three of them.

"Have you seen this? You have driven the will of martial arts before. You should know that the mystery of this martial arts is far more than exploring the body of flesh and blood. Do you feel that you yearn for it?"

Chen Qian nodded and said, "It is a great pleasure to be able to experience a higher level and not die by chance. However, whether it is the vision of a predecessor's tiger or the will of martial arts, for Chen today, it is a mirror and water moon. He can borrow it for a while, but not for a lifetime. What I need most now is to use my skills to heal my wounds and consolidate the state."

"You boy is self-aware and know what I want to say." The old man nodded with a smile on his face. "You don't have to always remind me, it's fine, it won't be delayed, so I'll take you away."

After he finished speaking, the giant tiger above the three of them shattered, turning into gusts of breeze, dissipating around.

At this time, Zhao Ting asked curiously: "Can you emit the original energy of the god of the hidden world be that you are the powerful power of the God Realm?"

As soon as she said this, Chen Qian also looked at the old man. Chen Qian didn't know much about these things, but instead didn't know what these visions represented.

"Hidden God Realm? Hehe, little girl, you're thinking too much. If I were a warrior from the Hidden God Realm, would I still stay here? I'd already dominated the world and become the great martial arts master who has moved the world!" The old man shook his head.

"But the angry look just now..." Zhao Ting became more confused.

"If you stay in one place for seven years, every

I chatted with flowers, plants and trees. After that order, with their help, they might be able to tinker with things like breathing." The old man said, with a wry smile on his face.

After the words came, he reached out and grabbed Chen Qian, and grabbed Chen Qian in his hand. His fingers gently shaking, pulling Chen Qian's body, eliminating the bumps he was pulling. Chen Qian was lifted in his hand, and the pain on his body did not worsen.

"What an amazing skill to use! Even if I gather my mind, improve my consciousness, control my whole body, and control my qi and blood, I am afraid that I will not be able to achieve this by relying on the movement of my fingers alone. Who is this old man? He and I have never lived for life, but he just left the person, which can be said to be deliberately helping me..." Chen Qian was puzzled.

On the other side, the old man waved his hand, and Zhao Ting felt that she was being held by a breeze and floated up. The old man grabbed the collar of her clothes and couldn't help but exclaim.

"What's the little girl's name? Stay honestly."

After the words came to an end, the old man kicked his feet and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!

Chen Qian saw the scenery in front of him changing rapidly, and the strong wind whistled, and the old man was taken by him. He was like riding on a high-speed rail in Xunchi, and there was no strong wind pouring into his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, as if there was an invisible barrier blocking the front.

"What a fast speed! It's several times faster than the last step of the three-turn step with yin Yang Jin! Moreover, while this person ran, his arms slightly swung and trembled, offsetting the changes in height and low. I couldn't feel any bumps. What kind of exercise skills is this?"

As soon as he thought of this, a hint of enthusiasm suddenly rose in Chen Qian's eyes. It was the look of desire when he met something he liked.

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The old man quickly left with Chen Qian and Zhao Ting, and calmed down under the cliff.

It's just above the cliff. But it's not that quiet.

Ximen Yingtian returned to the garrison and met the miracle doctor. The other party was obviously not satisfied with the trip. Not only did he lose a lot of people, but he also lost Chen Qian and Bai Buyao. No one would be satisfied with such a result.

Ximen Yingtian was also very clear, so after a little rest, he planned to organize another group of people to explore the cliff. But this time, with the return of many cliff-exploring warriors, Ximen Yingtian's actions have spread in the team, and many people are concerned about it.

Forced by helplessness, he had to take his subordinates to go there. Just halfway through the way, he heard rolling sounds coming from the cliff.

"Where did the fake monk come from? What should I be guilty of disturbing my tranquility?"

The sound came from the bottom of the cliff, not at the cliff. Although it was shocking, it was far from shocking. However, Ximen Yingtian passed the battle between Chen Qian and the double-headed guardian before, and the jing spirit was too tense. When he heard this voice, he thought he had encountered an angry retreat master, and was afraid of causing harm to the fish in the pond. He immediately turned around and ran back in shame.

Originally, he planned to send two people down to confirm Chen Qian's body, but after this scare, he didn't dare to send him.

When Ximen Yingtian went back, the matter spread and his prestige was ruined.

"The Shuntian Gang has no successor. If you want Ximen Yingtian to be the heir, your future is worrying."

"Yes, Chen Daxia is dead, but this kind of person survives. This world is really..."

"No, I heard from Old Li, who participated in the first visit to the cliff, that when Chen Daxia fought fiercely with the innate master, Ximen Yingtian was so scared that his face was as if he had died of his father and mother."

I have to say that after several incidents, Chen Qian's reputation has become very popular.

This time, Chen Qian defeated many beasts on the edge of the cliff. Facing the innate warriors who were looking up to, he was not afraid, leaving everyone with a tragic ending of falling off the cliff and dying, which made his reputation soar. Now when everyone mentioned Chen Qian, they no longer called him "Young Hero", but "Great Hero".

In the world, ordinary young warriors, as long as they are good at being good and have no bad record, can be called the name of a young hero, which is a respectful title and a respectful word. However, heroes are not so easy to call them. They must do something that can be passed on to them.

The spy who is well-known in all directions was originally because Chen Qian died, and thought he was also a meteor-like figure. He was a brilliant person for a moment, but he disappeared in a blink of an eye. However, one of them participated in the first cliff exploration and watched the battle between Chen Qian and the double-headed guardian. He highly praised Chen Qian. With his insistence, he recorded the matter and sent it back to the headquarters in a thousand-mile voice box, hoping to spread it.

These things are trivial, but the core is very clear. They all look down on Ximen Yingtian and praise Chen Qian.

How could Ximen Yingtian bear such a thing?

"Hero? He is worthy of being called a hero. He just relies on some luck to step on me and rush off the cliff. He has already been crushed to pieces. He is dead and has to ride on my head?"

The so-called master is worried and slaves are humiliated. Ximen Yingtian’s confidant Zhuo Ya saw his master so angry and frustrated, so he naturally empathized with it.

"Young Master, I heard that Chen Qian's two uncles were injured and were recuperating. It's better to..."

"I understand what you mean, but if you do this kind of thing blatantly, wouldn't it cause more damage to my reputation?" Ximen Yingtian shook his head and said seriously, "But if these two people did anything extraordinary, they cannot tolerate it."

"Young Master means..." Zhuo Ya's eyes rolled and she had an idea in her mind.

Ximen Yingtian stopped talking and set out to organize the next cliff exploration.

At the same time, the thin Taoist priest and his senior brother who had just arrived at the garrison also learned about Chen Qian's death.

"Dead?" The two looked at each other and felt that things were a little tricky.

"Anyway, we have to confirm Chen Qian's identity. Didn't he say that he still has two uncles who are healing his wounds? Go and ask them." The thin Taoist priest's senior brother made the decision.

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