The Earth Is My Dantian

Time passed, and seven days passed by six days.

There is only one day left and the big war is coming.

Countless people came to Zhongshan Country from all over the country, and came to the Biejiang River, wanting to watch this battle of outstanding young masters.

As a result, Zhongshan Kingdom became completely popular.

Too many people poured in, and there were still a lot of people watching the excitement, and some even came from overseas.

In short, under the propaganda of Yuhua Holy Land, whoever wins this battle between Ye Sheng and Wang Shouyi will be the first person of the younger generation.

Although many people are upset and think that they are not bad, more people still agree with this first person's statement.

Ye Sheng has just beheaded nine gold elixir masters, and his reputation is prominent.

Wang Shouyi is also a genius who has not been born for three thousand years in the Holy Land of Feathering. When they collide together, the cremation caused can still arouse people's desire to watch.

As the time approached, the Biejiang River was completely sealed off, and no merchant ships were allowed to come and go, because the battle between Ye Sheng and Wang Shouyi would definitely make the Biejiang River roll with huge waves, and any merchant ships would capsize at that time.

These days, in Bieshan Manor, Fang Conglong and others waited anxiously. Ye Sheng retreated and saw no one.

On the sixth night, the sky was full of stars, Fang Conglong and others were still waiting in the yard, and no one spoke.

Squeak!

Suddenly, the door opened, and Ye Sheng came out from inside, walking calmly, with restrained manner, without any discernible state.

The Void Demon King stood on Ye Sheng's shoulder with a cold and arrogant expression.

Fang Conglong and others immediately approached Ye Sheng and asked some questions in a hurry.

Ye Sheng didn't answer a single one, but asked, "Is there any news worth hearing recently?"

Fang Conglong immediately told Ye Sheng everything that happened recently.

Generally speaking, there was nothing serious about it, because Wang Shouyi, like Ye Sheng, practiced in closed doors.

"Ye Sheng, are you sure?" Fang Conglong asked worriedly.

"Yes." Ye Sheng smiled confidently. Who doesn't have confidence?

Fang Conglong and others still wanted to ask, but Ye Sheng stretched out his hand to stop them, saying: "I have recently realized that I need someone to settle down. The day after tomorrow is a life-and-death struggle. I will leave first. See you on the river the day after tomorrow."

Ye Sheng left the manor without even the Great Demon King of the Void. He came to a boulder on the edge of Biejiang alone, looked at Biejiang silently, and fell into deep thought.

"What's wrong with Ye Sheng?" Fang Conglong asked the Void Demon King.

"He has encountered a hurdle and needs to get over it by himself." The Void Demon King said lightly.

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, knowing that they could not help Ye Sheng, so they could only silently support him.

"Don't worry, he will definitely defeat that bastard Wang Shouyi." The Void Demon King said confidently.

Fang Conglong and others could only believe it.

...

Ye Sheng sat on the boulder, staring at the water of Biejiang, lost in thought.

His practice was quite smooth, he was at the peak of the sixth heaven, and he was only a little short of a breakthrough. A thin layer of film could be broken with a single force.

But Ye Sheng tried several times without success.

He simply stopped trying, came to the Biejiang River, looked at the river, felt something, and let it break through naturally.

Ye Sheng believed that it would be possible.

That night, he watched the waves rolling and lapping against the shore from the boulder.

The seventh day came.

The last day of life and death.

It may be Ye Sheng's last day in this world, or it may be Wang Shouyi's last day in this world.

On this day, as soon as Wang Shou left the gate, he quietly adjusted his status and waited for tomorrow's duel.

And on this day, Ye Sheng entered Biejiang Nei.

Plop!

Ye Sheng jumped into Biejiang, drifted with the flow, completely emptied himself, and didn't think about other things.

He turned himself into water and merged with the water of Biejiang.

He turned himself into a fish, just like the fish in Biejiang, wandering wantonly.

He turned himself into a blade of grass and inserted it into the soil deep in the Biejiang River.

Ye Sheng felt a state where he transformed into everything.

In the realm, he broke through the seventh heaven of innateness without knowing it.

This feeling allows Ye Sheng to better embrace the nature and comprehend the world.

He began to examine himself, and a new artistic conception was born from this perception.

A vague feeling.

Ye Sheng couldn't figure it out, but he felt that his direction was right.

Continuing to practice, this kind of perception will become deeper and deeper, and there will definitely be a qualitative change.

...

When Ye Sheng came out of the Biejiang River, the entire Biejiang River was full of people.

There was an endless stream of people, all coming to see the life-and-death struggle between Ye Sheng and Wang Shouyi.

It was early morning at this moment, and the mountains on both sides of the strait were heavily dewy, but these people came early in the morning to grab a spot.

Ye Sheng smiled and said: "For this battle, the publicity is so huge, if you lose, thank you."

He was not nervous, got up and went back to the manor, no one was there, it was time to grab the seat.

Ye Sheng changed into clean clothes, and did not rush to the challenge. Instead, he stood in front of the desk, picked up a wolf brush, and wrote a word on the white rice paper.

die!

In one go, after finishing writing, a huge murderous aura seeped out from above.

Rumble!

The whole room was filled with killing intent, sweeping everything, with an unstoppable momentum.

Ye Sheng picked up the sword of all kinds of human beings, and walked out with great strides.

Walking into the yard, Ye Sheng saw Fang Conglong and the others finished the rest of the wine last night.

He picked up a jug, laughed, and said, "It's a good time to kill with a sword and wine."

With a pot of turbid wine, cool sleeves, and a long sword, Ye Sheng came to the Biejiang River.

boom!

As soon as Ye Sheng appeared, everyone in Biejiang became excited.

It's time to fight.

Everyone knows that the war is about to begin.

It was not in vain for them to come early in the morning to occupy a position with a good view.

On a big mountain by the shore, Fang Conglong and his party became excited.

"Brother Ye is here."

"Looking at Brother Ye like this, it seems quite relaxed."

"Brother Ye, come on, kill Wang Shouyi."

"Brother Ye is here, where is Wang Shouyi?" Yun Kang asked.

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives.

One man and one horse, Wang Shouyi came with bare hands, dressed in a warrior costume, and when he saw Ye Sheng, the horse stopped.

Ye Sheng and Wang Shouyi were officially facing each other at this moment.

"Before I kill you today, I'll treat you to a sip of wine." Ye Sheng threw out the dirty wine and said loudly.

Wang Shou caught it one by one, and smiled coldly: "So confident that you can kill me?"

"If I don't have confidence, I won't come." Ye Sheng's eyes turned cold.

Between him and Wang Shouyi, either you die or I die. There will be no third result today.

Wang Shouyi looked at the dirty wine, gulped it down, threw it to Ye Sheng, and said, "I invite you to drink too."

"No, this wine is what Fang Conglong and others drank last night. It's very dirty. I don't want to drink it." Ye Sheng smiled happily.

Wang Shouyi's face turned cold, and he glared at Ye Sheng, but he didn't expect to be swayed by Ye Sheng at the beginning.