A crisp sound of "dang" sounded around.

People who don't know how to do it are staring at each other, but they don't see the two sides taking action.

Only some warriors clearly felt the confrontation between the two.

Although the monk is young, he can already protect his body with his true energy.

Block the opponent's blow lightly.

The monk did not stop, but continued to move forward.

In Li Ping'an's perception, a faint golden light appeared on the monk's body, carrying a powerful force.

Clang clang clang!

The two forces collided together, making a loud thunder-like sound, forming circles of force.

The monk's shoulders were shaken slightly, and then his body seemed to be pushed by a huge force, and he took a step back.

The monk calmed down and continued walking forward.

It was only half a step away until he reached the sedan chair.

A stream of heat surged out of his meridians, and then the monk's body suddenly froze.

A biting chill came and he fell straight to the ground.

"Go to Mr. Wang, the doctor on West Street. The meridians can be preserved within an hour."

The voice of the swordsman from the Western Regions sounded for the first time in the sedan.

Monk Changqing forced himself to stand up. There was a long bloodstain on his arm, which looked shocking.

"Thank you to the benefactor for showing mercy."

After that, he turned around and left slowly.

This time no one dared to step forward to fight. It took a while.

Four servants carried the sedan and left towards the east.

Everyone watching the excitement also dispersed.

Presumably, the scene that happened today will spread throughout the streets in the near future.

Pang Jun and the others still want to go to Wang Yi's house to see what he calls a more powerful warrior.

Li Ping'an didn't want to join in the fun, but saw that he was going back.

Alia also lost interest.

Wang Yi had been trying to catch the lively and agile Alia, but when he saw this, he quickly dissuaded her.

"Uncle Blind, come and sit at my house. Aren't you willing to drink? I guarantee you have never drunk the wine at my house."

Li Pingan had no choice but to agree.

When we arrived at the Wang family's residence, it was truly magnificent.

The courtyard covers a large area, with several small buildings and several small streams flowing on the rockery.

It looks like a residence for princes and nobles.

After finally coming here, Wang Yi naturally wanted to show off and take a few people around the house.

Arriving at the backyard, Wang Yi pulled over two young and strong warriors and whispered to them.

The two of them smiled tacitly, understanding what the young master was thinking.

Anyway, I was bored, so I immediately started competing in the yard.

The two of them didn't use weapons, they only competed with fists and kicks.

The fists and feet intersected, and the fight was inextricable. The fight became faster and faster.

From time to time, there is a whistling sound, which is clear and sweet, allowing people to hear it clearly.

In just a short time, the two of them had faced each other twenty or thirty times.

In the eyes of Aria, Pang Jun, and Zhao Ling'er, this was much more exciting than the battles in Qiu Fengting.

Applauded and applauded non-stop.

Li Ping'an sat outside the venue, smiling lightly and saying nothing.

Although the sound of fists and palms intersecting could be heard endlessly, the kung fu the two performed was just showy.

It looks very beautiful to outsiders.

But an insider can see that compared to the battles in Qiu Fengting, it is a few major steps away.

The two of them also knew that they were not really trying to decide the winner, but the main thing was to make the young master's friends happy.

Anyway, the skin is rough and the flesh is thick, and the strength is restrained, so it doesn't matter how many punches it takes.

Li Ping'an sat a little bored, trying to adjust the energy in his body.

But I just feel that my chest is getting tighter and tighter, and I am upset and out of breath.

I had no choice but to give up and let out a sigh of relief.

It attracted wisps of breeze and dispelled the heat in my heart.

"Fellow Taoist are also practitioners?"

A gentle voice came from beside me.

Li Ping'an was slightly startled. Just now he didn't realize that this person was approaching.

I think it was because my true energy was flowing around just now that I felt agitated.

But Li Ping'an didn't show any expression and said calmly.

"I'm just a person who has learned kung fu for a few days. I can't say that I'm a practicing person."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and took a look at Li Pingan.

Dressed in plain clothes, there is no sign of any magic power, but there is an air of agility in his composure, and he is obviously a master of considerable strength.

Li Ping'an didn't want to show his timidity in front of others, so he had to hold his breath.

Activate the true energy in your body to make your breathing smoother.

"Such a delicious wine." The old man's nose twitched slightly.

Li Ping'an opened the wine naan, "more than ten years of fine wine."

This was the last time I commissioned it, and the shopkeeper who ran a black shop gave it to me for free.

The old man swallowed and spit, and the two immediately started drinking at each other.

Drink and talk.

The old man glanced at the erhu behind Li Pingan.

"Sir, do you understand the melody?"

"I can barely make ends meet."

"I wonder if this old man would be lucky enough to listen to Sir's music."

Li Ping'an smiled warmly. This man had an extraordinary conversation. He must be either an elder of the Wang family or a distinguished guest.

If you take the liberty of being a guest, there is no reason to refuse.

He immediately untied the rope tied to the erhu and said, "That would be a shame."

The old man did it on a whim, and his eyes seemed not to be opened.

It’s just that the more I listen to it, the more interesting it becomes.

It feels as comfortable as if it is drizzling outside, and the raindrops are falling on the window.

There was a fire in the house and the wine was warming.

The two sat across from each other and chatted casually about their lives.

Then the notes become sluggish, as if foreshadowing pain, giving rise to a sense of powerlessness.

The melody is desolate, free and easy with a hint of melancholy, a kind of sadness of loneliness in life.

When this emotion was about to reach its limit, there was suddenly light in the darkness.

The melody turns a thousand times, from low to clear to more exciting.

The sound is as loud as the nine heavens singing and the cuckoo crying blood.

Finally he let out an unwilling roar.

The music changed again, this time deeper.

The story returns to the original hut, experiencing worldly things, with a sense of indifference and detachment.

The song is over.
To be continued...