Chapter 833 Threesome The fierce battle, accompanied by the last roar, on this messy ruins, one gold and one black, two giant bears as huge as mountains lay on this vast land.
And three days ago, this vast land was actually surrounded by mountains, with endless rivers, peaks reaching into the sky, and endless plains.
But three days later, the river was cut off, the mountains were torn apart, and the peaks that reached into the sky were uprooted.
Pseudo-saint level, this level that Ye Qingshan self-defined, their strength is so terrifying, if it is a top title-level powerhouse, they may achieve a similar effect, but it is definitely not so exaggerated.
The battle lasted three days and three nights, and the hole cards of both sides were exhausted, and finally the exhaustion ended in a draw.
In this battle, Ye Qingshan gained a lot, and the heat in his heart that rose because of his fighting intent was squeezed dry with the last trace of physical strength, and the rising fire of fighting intent was finally extinguished.
The eighth layer of the ninth turn golden body duel has made great progress, although there is no breakthrough, but after this battle, it has just broken through not long ago, and the realm that has not yet stabilized has been compacted by Ye Qingshan.
The black bear is very happy, and this kind of hearty battle has not been experienced by himself for a long time.
He felt that the bottleneck that he had not broken through for a long time was gradually showing signs of loosening, but unfortunately, the bottleneck was not so easy to break through, which was related to his experience, qualifications, and even background.
Not everyone can reach the holy level, and to reach the holy level, in addition to hard work, perseverance, and talent, you also need chance.
This is an extremely frustrating fact, the black bear spirit has exhausted his whole life, and he can't reach the realm, but for Ye Qingshan, it's just a matter of course.
This is like a scholar and a scumbag, even if a scumbag studies twenty-four hours a day, it is not as good as a scholar who reads a book for three hours casually.
But even if you study 24 hours a day, you may not be able to become a great scientist.
The so-called genius requires not hard work or inspiration, but hard work and inspiration, and in addition to luck.
It took Einstein more than 1,200 times to experiment with the material of the light bulb, do you think this is perseverance?
You're wrong, it's luck.
Even if some people test it 12,000 times, they may not be able to test the right material for the light bulb.
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It's the same with saint-level powerhouses, you need hard work, you need perseverance, and at the same time you need luck.
So don't think about getting up if you fall, a real genius, smarter than you, harder than you, and even luckier than you.
How good is it to be a salted fish with peace of mind?
Two shifts a day, healthy and relaxed. …… Dividing line of salted fish author......
On the ruins, two giant beasts were lying here, although the surrounding ground was uneven, but judging from the defensive power of these two monsters, there was actually no difference between stone and cotton, looking at the sky that had become incomparably blue because of the battle, Ye Qingshan asked with pure eyes: "Are you still fighting?"
” The black bear spirit, who was also lying on the ground, couldn't help but have a flash of surprise in his eyes after hearing Ye Qingshan's question: "Don't tell me, you still have physical strength?"
” After estimating the recovery speed of his body, a trace of seriousness appeared in Ye Qingshan's eyes: "There was no one before, but now there is." ” Speechlessly, he rolled his eyes, and the black bear spirit said angrily: "You are enough, do you think you are as young and powerful as you?"
I'm old arms and legs, so I'm not fighting. ” Indifferent shrugged, Ye Qingshan got up from the ruins, a hearty battle made Ye Qingshan's whole body feel comfortable, looking at the black bear spirit that was still lying on the ground pretending to be a dead fish, Ye Qingshan grabbed a stone and threw it over: "Then forget it today, when will it be next time?"
” The stone smashed on the belly of the black bear spirit, but then it was bounced off by the fat on the stomach, looking at the blue sky, the black bear spirit stretched his waist: "The sky is so blue, depending on the mood, follow the fate, it is so willful." ” Time passed in a hurry, and it was spring, summer, autumn and winter in the blink of an eye, it turned out that the black bear spirit was really willful, which also caused Ye Qingshan's next days to be very boring, the two sides did not fight at one time, every time Ye Qingshan mentioned it, the black bear spirit always made all kinds of excuses, such as the absurd excuse that he was old and couldn't move.
Later, he really saw that Ye Qingshan was impatient, and the black bear spirit said that he would find a stronger opponent for Ye Qingshan, which would definitely satisfy Ye Qingshan.
Looking at the black bear's non-fake look, Ye Qingshan chose to believe it.
Of course, it was mainly because the Black Bear Spirit promised that if the master he found for Ye Qingshan could not satisfy Ye Qingshan, the Black Bear Spirit was willing to fight with Ye Qingshan in ten battles.
A thousand birds are in the forest, it is better to have a bird in hand, for Ye Qingshan, who has a near-eternal life, time is a luxury but incomparably cheap item.
With this reply from the black bear spirit, Ye Qingshan said that he was very relieved, because no matter how he looked at it, he earned it.
In short, the first spring, summer, autumn and winter after the war was spent boringly.
The old monk who monitored the black bear spirit died, and as the black bear spirit expected, whether a golden immortal-level monk was dead or alive was just a dispensable little thing for those high-ranking big people.
I want to say here that according to Buddhism, the heavenly immortals correspond to the Arhats, and the golden immortals correspond to the Bodhisattvas, that is, Ye Qingshan slapped a Bodhisattva to death?
The big guy from Buddhism sent another eyeliner, but he didn't want to arouse the disgust of the black bear spirit, so this time he sent just a mortal, a mortal in the true sense, even the weakest monk, the kind that can be killed with one punch, his name is Jin Chi, although he is a mortal, but his age is really not something that mortals can achieve.
However, it was precisely because of the arrival of Jinchi that Ye Qingshan's boring days had a touch of color.
Xiong Daxiong Er's whetstone is gone, the culprit is Ye Qingshan, the black bear essence let Ye Qingshan take the blame, and Ye Qingshan can't get rid of this pot, after all, the previous one was shot to death by Ye Qingshan.
So in addition to basking in the sun every day and having a barbecue party, Ye Qingshan has another game of polishing time, that is, adjusting (folding) teaching (grinding) Xiong Daxiong Er.
Ye Qingshan couldn't control the rules, that was the exclusive ability of saint-level powerhouses, but Ye Qingshan could try to use his strength to influence the rules.
For example, the anti-gravity soaring into the sky, such as the chaotic gravity area with no rules to follow, in short, a series of useless moves, which have been tested on Xiong Daxiong Er, and also made these two bear cubs understand what it means to be immortal and want to die.
In this way, time passed like flowing water, on the Black Wind Mountain, Xiong Da and Xiong Er were experiencing a thousand strange tests every day, and at the foot of the Black Wind Mountain, the new head of the Guanyin Academy, Elder Jin Chi, was drying his treasured robe.
Ye Qingshan guessed that the reason why the other party lived so long was that the salted fish life with high salt content played a decisive role, so day by day, a monk came to Guanyin Academy, he rode a white horse, the white horse was tall and mighty, the whole body was snow-white, obviously it was a horse, but it had the shape of a dragon!
His eyes flashed with the majesty of a real dragon, giving the impression that this was not a horse, but a real dragon.
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Next to the monk was a monkey, not tall, normal size, vicious, but listless, with a touch of decadence that bores everything in the world.
Carrying a long stick on his shoulder, it seems ordinary, but this long stick exudes a terrifying momentum, which is a kind of unparalleled domineering spirit that suppresses eternity and can cut off the long river of time.
The decadence of the monkey and the sharpness of the long stick are in stark contrast, and it is hard to imagine why such a sharp weapon would stay so honestly in the hands of such a decadent monkey.
But this is not the most eccentric, the most eccentric is the monk on the white horse.
The white horse is not a horse, it is a real dragon, the dragon is like the power of the sky, as a real dragon, you don't want to sit on the back and ride him, even if it is close, you need to bear unspeakable pressure.
Human beings, who are inherently weak, are the spirits of all things because of their infinite possibilities.
A monk who is a mortal no matter how you look at it, can actually withstand this dragon power, no matter how you look at it, it is a little incredible.
You must know that it is Long Wei, and it is the Long Wei of a real dragon, even if it is an ordinary immortal, he will tremble when he sees it, let alone ride on his back, and his face will not change.
It's a strange combination, full of dissonance, and contrary to common sense, but all these irrationalities come together to have a strange harmony.
In front of the Guanyin Temple, the monk had a faint but calm smile on his face, and the white horse of the real dragon evolution moved his head dejectedly, glaring at the monk riding on him with fierce eyes from time to time, and that gaze seemed to want to devour people.
The monkey was listless and bored playing with his stick, but the next moment it seemed to sense something, and an extremely sharp light suddenly flashed in the monkey's eyes.
In an instant, the white horse trembled, and a flash of fear flashed in his vicious eyes.
Turning his head to look at the monk, the monkey waved his hand: "Bald donkey, I'll go out." ” Anyway, it didn't matter whether the monk agreed or not, the monkey turned around and left.
Only the handsome monk with an indifferent expression and a smile was left, and his trembling white horse.