Chapter 113: The Fist Moves 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 of 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."

Xiao Zi looked at Fang Wang with some worry when he heard it.

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

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

Although he was a ghost body, he had been practicing. What if he could become a ghost fairy one day?

Zhao Zhen was meticulous and bold. If Lu Yuanjun was his master, he would not dare to think about it, but if Fang Wang was his master, he thought it might not be impossible.

If there were really immortals in this world, the talent of Tianyuanbao Ling would be the most promising 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 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 acupoints.

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

From then on, he maintained the number of 10,000 punches every day.

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, it breaks space!

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

One hundred years passed in this practice!

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 Mountain and River Heaven-suppressing Fist of the Great Perfection can break the space of the small 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 and River Heaven-suppressing Fist. It may not be the state of Great Perfection. Maybe he just practiced it!

You should know that Fang Wang was able to practice the Mountain and River Heaven-suppressing Fist and 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 all the time. The most domineering point of the Heavenly Palace is that any unique skills can help Fang Wang practice to the 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 and River Heaven-suppressing Fist.

It never tells this to anyone because it itself is not confused.

Geniuses are always hard for ordinary people to understand.

Zhao Zhen didn't think much about it, he was still looking at the word "light" in the air.

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

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

The strong wind made Zhao Zhen look at him.

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

"Is it... impossible!"

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

Zhao Zhen looked at Fang Wang with a weird look when he heard it.

Could it be...

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

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

Boom boom——

As Fang Wang began to condense the Mountain River Heaven-Suppressing Fist, the entire ancient city trembled, as if an earthquake had hit, making Xiao Zi and Zhao Zhen nervous.

Fang Wang only clenched his fist, yet he had such power!

Xiao Zi was full of admiration, while Zhao Zhen felt incredible.

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

Fang Wang immediately loosened his right fist upon hearing this, and the surging spiritual energy around him dissipated, and the domineering aura dissipated, and the ancient city also returned to calm.

The white-haired old man breathed a sigh of relief, and he looked at Fang Wang with complicated eyes and asked: "Have you learned the Mountain River Heaven-Suppressing Fist before?"

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

The white-haired old man felt mixed emotions after hearing this.

How could he master the Mountain River Heaven-Suppressing Fist all of a sudden without learning it?

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

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He had not even taught him personally, but Fang Wang had learned it just by reading the text...

This is so unfair!

Are all geniuses in the world three thousand years later this kind of talent?

If he is really a genius who can learn it in one go...

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 are not going to change your mind, are you?"

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

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

After speaking, he turned around, and the stone statue trembled, and a crack appeared at the bottom of it, 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, and Xiao Zi and Zhao Zhen followed closely behind. There was a staircase under the hole, leading to the dark underground.

A man, a demon, and a ghost walked down the steps.

"Since your majesty's death, thousands of years have passed. There are many people and demons who come to seek opportunities, but only three have mastered the Mountain and River Heaven Fist, you, Zhu Changsheng, and a peerless demon. I gave that demon the method of practice because his ancestor was your majesty's demon general."

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

Xiao Zi asked curiously: "What is the name of that demon?"

"Qitian, I wonder if he has made a name for himself now?"

"I haven't heard of him."

"That's right. It's 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 without saying anything.

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

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

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

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

The white-haired old man glared at it and said unhappily: "This is also a process of cultivation. If you practice directly, you still can't practice it."

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

There were words everywhere, densely packed, at least hundreds of thousands of words, and there was no clue. I didn't know where to start and where to end.

Fang Wang didn't rush, but looked at it seriously.

The studious Zhao Zhen also began to observe.

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

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

Xiao Zi asked, "How many years did Zhu Changsheng spend?"

"Eight hundred years."

"What, eight hundred years? How come he didn't die?"

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

Could it be that Zhu Changsheng had already achieved immortality?

Xiao Zi said, "I remember that the ancestor of Ji Hao Sect abdicated within two hundred years after he founded the sect. Could it be that his time has come? Tsk tsk, what's the point? He has already spent most of his life."

Zhao Zhen said seriously, "If you don't practice, you may not have two hundred years of leisurely time. What's more, he just abdicated, not necessarily died."