The team responsible for searching for the Ghost Realm Messenger received exciting news.
Based on various clues, they followed and explored all the way and found a remote mountain village.
After investigation, it was determined that all the people in this village were descendants of the Royal Guards.
They formed a group and became brothers, living and dying together to explore the world, and ordered their descendants to do the same.
After all, one person's power is limited. If everyone works together, it will be difficult to achieve anything.
Three people can form a crowd and they can conquer all directions; ten thousand people can form an army and they can sweep the world.
Later generations strictly followed the ancestral precepts and lived together all the time. Some people moved away during this period, but they were still a very small minority.
Over hundreds of years, it has experienced many ups and downs, and its residence has moved several times, from the original big city to a remote mountain village.
Although the living environment is getting worse and worse, the inheritance from hundreds of years ago has been successfully preserved.
Everyone in the village, men, women, old and young, is good at martial arts and knows how to organize troops. They are powerful beings that bandits dare not provoke.
The weapons held by the villagers are more sophisticated than those of the bandit army, and there is no shortage of spears and cannons.
This is also one of the ancestral precepts. You can be a good citizen of a country, but you must never give up the right to hold weapons.
If you encounter chaos in the world, encounter bandits, or invade by foreign enemies, you will not be reduced to the point of being slaughtered by others.
If there are no weapons, there will be no courage. The enemy can massacre an entire village with just one shot per person.
If one person had a weapon, it would be enough to make ten enemies fearful and they would not dare to provoke him easily.
Some things that happened later proved that the ancestral precept was correct. If it were not for the persistence of the older generation, the village would have been destroyed several times.
Their heroic performance in the war gave the village a great reputation. As long as they did not cause trouble, those in power chose to ignore the village.
The villagers are also very cooperative. They usually farm and herd sheep, pay taxes according to regulations, and appear to be indifferent to the world.
When a group of experts came to the village and expressed their intentions, many villagers looked indifferent.
They are used to staying in the village and are unwilling to interact with outsiders, let alone work for others.
Even deep down, there is still a trace of pride, thinking that the inheritance of the ancestors cannot be compared to others.
Even if they paid villagers for testing, no one was willing to cooperate, and an eviction order was quickly issued.
Facing the stubborn villagers, the experts had no choice but to ask the man in black robe for help.
A man in black robe disguised as a sleeper took the initiative to stand up and faced a large group of villagers with unfavorable expressions.
"If we can knock me down, we will leave immediately, otherwise we will have to cooperate with the test obediently."
When the villagers heard this, they immediately sneered.
Influenced by the inheritance of ancestral training, villagers, regardless of gender, have practiced various martial arts since childhood, and all have solid real kung fu.
And they are all killing techniques. They can kill people with every move. They are definitely not fancy tricks.
Now there is an outsider challenging the villagers in the field they are best at. How can such a thing be tolerated?
"I'll meet you!"
A young man with a strong build was the first to stand up.
He took three steps forward, but his body shook five times, making a crackling sound of muscles and bones.
The young man's momentum at this time was like a fierce tiger, ready to attack its prey.
He kicked off his hind legs, sending up a burst of smoke, and his body shot towards the black-robed man like an arrow from a string.
It was extremely fast, but in the blink of an eye, it had already rushed in front of it.
"Roar!"
The young man roared, sounding like a tiger.
At this moment, his left arm was swung forward violently, carrying a thousand catties of power.
Looking at his palm, it instantly doubled in size and became thicker and thicker, very similar to a real tiger's paw.
Tiger fist, tiger claws!
If such a violent palm hits the body, the bones and tendons will definitely be broken.
An ordinary person cannot dodge such a swift and violent attack and can only bear it forcefully.
The man in black robe did not dodge, he raised his hand and punched out, hitting the young man's palm directly.
I didn't see how much strength he exerted, but he blocked this fierce palm forcefully, and then there was a short stalemate.
When everyone watching the battle saw this, they were secretly shocked.
They all knew very well the power of the young man's move, which could break a pebble the size of a human head.
The man in black robe neutralized the power of this move lightly, which proved that his method was stronger.
The young man whose attack was blocked turned red. He twisted his hips without hesitation and swept out a thick thigh.
Tiger fist, tiger tail kick.
This strike was not about knitting the legs, but slightly bending them, with all the strength being directed at the toes.
Once it is hit by a toe, it will either die or be disabled.
If you avoid your toes but are hit by this thick leg, you will also suffer severe injuries.
The man in black robe responded tooth for tooth, foot for foot. He raised his foot like lightning and kicked the young man in the hip.
The young man was kicked, and immediately let out a scream, and collapsed on the ground unable to get up.
When the other villagers saw this, they were shocked and rushed forward with anger on their faces.
But at this moment, the man in black robe snorted coldly and said in a disdainful tone: "Look at what you are practicing. A good set of Tiger Fist makes you practice like a house cat. You really have disgraced your ancestors." s face!"
The villagers were even more furious after hearing this.
"Who are you? Why do you say that?"
A middle-aged man in the village asked in an angry tone. He practices tiger boxing and is the most accomplished person in his generation.
The young man was a fellow villager and his most proud disciple, but today he was defeated and belittled by an outsider.
The middle-aged man was naturally very angry and couldn't help but stand up, wanting to teach outsiders a lesson.
The man in black robe looked at the middle-aged man, looked at him for a few seconds, and sneered again: "Another guy who practices Tiger Boxing, he has developed the body and bones, but not the soul. Look at you, you are so sluggish and energetic. If you reduce it, your achievements in this life are limited to this.”
When the middle-aged man heard this, his eyes suddenly widened with an incredulous expression on his face.
He never expected that the man in black robe would say such words and be so precise.
To be able to make such a comment, one must know the essence of Tiger Fist, otherwise it would be impossible to see through his roots at a glance.
"Who are you and why do you know this?"
The middle-aged man could feel that his legs were shaking. This was something that would never have happened in the past.
His feet were like cast iron, as if they had taken root on the ground, and there was no way they were shaking like this.
"Stop talking nonsense, take action, use all your strength!"
The voice of the man in black robe came, still cold and disdainful.
But the middle-aged man suppressed his anger, cheered up, and his mental state changed instantly.
Like a sleeping tiger, it has just woken up from a dream and is now moving its body.
A pair of eyes is staring at the prey, and the steps are moving slowly and lightly, testing the prey while still looking for the best opportunity to attack.
There were bursts of lightning flashing through his seemingly dim eyes, which was a sign of high concentration of mental power.
Being able to do this means that Tiger Fist has entered the realm of Dacheng. Although it has a human appearance, it is not much different from a real tiger.
The tiger is the king of beasts and kills people easily.
The man in black robe stood there without any defensive movements, as if his whole body was full of flaws.
The onlookers felt that they could easily kill the black-robed man in such a relaxed state.
But the confrontation that just happened made them aware that this was actually an illusion.
The state of the man in black robe is more like a terrifying trap.
When you think you have an opportunity and actually launch an attack, you will be the one who is unlucky next.
The middle-aged man knew this and became increasingly fearful, but he knew he had to take action.
Once you are too afraid to move forward, it will inevitably affect the morale of other villagers, and even their confidence will be hit.
Even if he knew he was going to die, he still had to attack.
The middle-aged man raised his heart, blood surged all over his body, and he burst out with twelve points of strength in an instant.
"Roar!"
The middle-aged man was like a tiger pouncing on food, rushing towards the man in black robes instantly, and delivering the most deadly killing move.
But at this moment, the man in black robe suddenly widened his eyes.
Like a black tiger leaping into a stream, it flew up on the spot. The next second, it held down the middle-aged man and trampled him down on the grass.
(End of chapter)
