The moment Chen Kuang struck out with his palm, he felt something was wrong with the touch of his hand.
Although his palm strike was hasty, he still accumulated triple strength - this was easy for him now, and he could do it with just a wave of his hand. It was no longer as difficult as when he first learned "Tushita Descent to Heaven".
This triple strength, if applied to an ordinary person in the Denglou realm, anyone below the fifth level would be seriously injured.
But when he hit Jiang Wuya, it was as if he hit nothing, and there was no real feeling!
It wasn't even like hitting cotton, but like punching the air.
However, Jiang Wuya suddenly flew backwards as if he had been hit hard.
There is no more fake acting than this.
Chen Kuang understood immediately, and his heart sank. This guy really couldn't be a mortal!
When Jiang Wuya crashed into the pillar of the dilapidated temple in mid-air, Chen Kuang passed through the sparks flying from the bonfire and the smoke and debris that instantly rose up, and saw the bald-headed Taoist priest raise his eyebrows and smile on his face.
That smile was completely different from the vulgar look he usually displayed.
It was a very indifferent smile, yet one that seemed to be full of interest.
What's even more strange is that there's a hint of... unexpected relief in his expression?
At this moment, Jiang Wuya's entire temperament became completely different with this smile.
Chen Kuang vaguely felt that this guy's temperament at the moment was inexplicably familiar?!
But he had to stop thinking before he had time to think about it.
Because then, Chen Kuang felt a strong sense of dizziness and imbalance at the same time.
It was like being thrown up, flying into the air, and then falling back down, repeating this several times, almost shaking his brain.
Everything in front of me was like a crumpled piece of drawing paper soaked in water, which instantly spread out and turned into a bunch of colorful stains.
The calling voice coming from far away gradually became clearer in my ears.
“!!!”
Chen Kuang suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had come out of underwater and breathed in fresh air again. He gasped heavily and quickly, his chest heaving violently.
His consciousness quickly regained its focus, and he raised his head to meet the gaze of the middle-aged man in front of him.
The person who came was Zhang Zhizhou.
When Zhang Zhizhou saw Chen Kuang wake up, he immediately let go of the hand that was shaking his shoulders violently, looked at Su Huaiying on the side, and found that the latter had also woken up, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
He frowned, looked at Chen Kuang seriously and said:
"Who did you meet? Even with my ability, I couldn't wake you up."
Chen Kuang took a deep breath, held his forehead, and found himself leaning against a stone platform, sitting on the dusty ground.
There was still a lingering sense of unreality in his head, and he looked around.
This was still the same dim, dilapidated temple, but in front of him, there was no bonfire, only a mess of footprints.
In other words, in reality, the two of them fell asleep as soon as they entered the dilapidated temple.
And just now it was... a dream? !
Chen Kuang looked up in a daze. The stone platform behind him was the base of the statue of an unknown god enshrined in this dilapidated temple.
Looking up from here, he could just see the blurry-faced god looking down at him.
He didn't even realize when he entered the dream...
"Seeing through like fire" can see through illusions and disguises, but dreams are not even seen with the eyes... but are images subjectively produced by the brain.
It is not something that can be seen through.
"This passive skill isn't omnipotent. It's a fatal flaw. In this world of advanced martial arts, it's not uncommon for all sorts of bizarre abilities to exist. I still don't have enough passive skills, and they're not comprehensive enough... I should definitely be more cautious."
Chen Kuang thought secretly in his heart.
If this happened in a martial arts world, all his passive abilities combined would make him invincible.
But in Cangyuan... at best it is enough to protect oneself.
The dream just now was like a blow to the head.
If Jiang Wuya had murderous intentions, Chen Kuang would have died a thousand times when his body was unconscious.
Or maybe... we can no longer call this old man "Jiang Wuya".
"I really didn't expect it, but who could have thought of it?"
Chen Kuang muttered, dusted off his butt, and stood up.
Zhang Zhizhou had already helped his young master to his feet. Su Huaiying said in a deep voice with lingering fear: "We encountered Jiang Wuya, the missing Liang State Master..."
"No--"
Chen Kuang let out a long sigh and shook his head: "That's not Jiang Wuya."
Su Huaiying and Zhang Zhizhou immediately turned to look at him.
Chen Kuang narrowed his eyes and continued, "That's the 'Music Saint', Xi Mengquan."
Su Huaiying opened his eyes wide, and Zhang Zhizhou also showed a surprised expression.
Su Huaiying opened his mouth and said, "'Music Saint'?! How could he be Jiang Wuya..."
Now, she really couldn't calm down.
In all her reincarnations in dreams, she had never found any trace of Jiang Wuya, but she had seen a middle-aged musician who looked like Xi Mengquan.
That person's appearance was completely different from Jiang Wuya's, and he had an extraordinary temperament... Well, of course, it might be the filter Su Huaiying added later, but even if it was him in person, he was definitely not ugly.
But Jiang Wuya is someone that everyone would find disgusting.
Chen Kuang shook his head and said, "I'm not sure whether Jiang Wuya is his incarnation or he just used Jiang Wuya's image in the dream just now, but..."
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