At the junction of the Western Continent and the Northern Continent, the two continents are blocked by rolling magma. A hundred-foot-long iron cable suspension bridge hangs above the magma, connecting the two continents. A strong and healthy man crosses the magma regardless of the danger. , came to the desert alone.
The man was dressed in tight black clothes, with a ruthless lone wolf embroidered on the back of the clothes, several daggers hanging on the outside of his legs, and a wolf head embroidered on the back of each hand.
When his feet successfully landed on the ground of the Northern Continent, a smile appeared on his cold face, but the smile was extremely cold and stiff.
"My good nephew traveled thousands of miles and came across the magma. I don't know why?" A gust of cool wind blew, and a tall and thin man wearing a black cloak stood behind the man.
"Uncle Martial God is too polite. How could I bother you to greet me in person, my little nephew?" There was no emotion on the man's face, even though the person standing behind him was the Martial God of the Northern Continent.
The God of War praised him without hesitation: "The reputation of the heroic young nephew has spread all over the world. I am afraid that no one in the younger generation can compete with you."
"Uncle Martial God, you are too praiseworthy. Qiu Leng came here for nothing else but to find his relatives. I hope you can make way for my nephew to come out." Qiu Leng turned around and bowed slightly to the Martial God.
The God of War made a noise and said with great interest: "Dear relative? Nephew, don't try to trick me. I have never heard that Qiu Tiancha has any other children besides you."
"Everything my nephew said is true. If Uncle Martial God doesn't believe it, my nephew is willing to hand over the Dragon Order. I will ask you for it after I find my closest relative. How about it?" Qiu Leng took out a black one with a tooth and claws stamped on it. The black dragon token was presented to the God of War with both hands.
The Martial God's face condensed slightly, and he asked again: "My nephew is really here to find his relatives?"
Qiu Leng affirmed: "My little sister was just having fun and strayed into the Northern Continent. My father was worried about my little sister's safety, so he specially ordered me to come here with the Shenlong Order in order to find her back."
"Shenlong ordered the nephew to put it away. Everyone has relatives, and I understand the nephew's mood at the moment." The God of War looked into the distance with a slightly eager look, as if he was waiting for something.
Qiu Leng put away the Dragon Order and said, "My nephew has something to do and I can't stay here for a long time, so I'll take my leave first."
"My dear nephew, later!"
Qiu Leng stopped and looked sideways: "Uncle Martial God, is there anything else you want to tell me?"
The God of War smiled and asked: "I have a disciple who wants to have a discussion with my nephew. I wonder what my nephew wants?"
"Oh? The disciples taught by Uncle Martial God are naturally extraordinary. My nephew is lucky enough to be able to compete with them, so he is naturally very happy." Qiu Leng raised his eyes slightly and stared into the distance, looking extremely calm.
Not long after, Lin Xiaojie came out of the air panting. As soon as his feet landed, he collapsed on the sand. The gravel around him jumped and the ground shook slightly.
These days, he has suffered a lot from following the God of War. The God of War comes and goes like the wind, but he is clumsy and can only try his best to catch up.
Qiu Leng looked at Lin Xiaojie and guessed: "Uncle Martial God, this disciple has heavy steps, slow movements, and a body as heavy as a mountain. Could it be from the Tushen Mansion?"
Lin Xiaojie originally thought that her master, Martial God, was the only one here, but she didn't expect that there was also a strange man standing there. He hurriedly stood up and stood beside Martial God.
"Yes! It's the Tushen Mansion." The God of War nodded and replied.
Seeing that Lin Xiaojie was a little tired, Qiu Leng asked, "My nephew never likes to take advantage of others' danger. How about we fight another day?"
"No need." The God of War said with a calm face: "I just want to give him a try. My nephew doesn't have to be merciful. Besides, even at his peak, he is not good enough for my nephew."
Lin Xiaojie was shocked in his heart and couldn't help but look at Qiu Leng a few more times. From his master Wu Shen's words, he didn't hear any humility at all. It was as if this was a matter of course.
"Uncle Martial God is too modest. My nephew has something important to do, so he just wants to take advantage of it?" Qiu Leng said very politely.
The God of War nodded and told Lin Xiaojie: "You don't have to hold anything back, otherwise you will lose miserably."
Lin Xiaojie's eyes widened and he did not dare to slack off. He directly used the power of Ji Dao and the power of the gods. He wore a golden armor on his body. Golden light suddenly appeared on the soles of his feet and slowly poured into the golden armor.
Qiu Leng said unusually calmly: "The divine weapons of the Divine Mansion are quite interesting."
Among the ten major divine palaces, there are ten divine kings, ten phantom beasts, and ten divine weapons. Only those approved by the divine palace can use the power given by the divine palace.
Lin Xiaojie's ability to use a Divine Weapon proves that he has reached the ultimate level of utilization of the Divine Palace.
Boom boom boom!
There was thunder and lightning in the sky, and the situation changed dramatically.
Qiu Leng's limbs turned into sharp claws, which were brighter than swords. The clothes around him were shattered, and he instantly turned into a blue-colored humanoid phantom beast. Its ferocious and indifferent eyes were as cold as ice, making it impossible to see. A hint of emotion.
"Thunder Beast Underworld Wolf!" Lin Xiaojie looked at the divine beast standing on two feet, almost the same size as himself, with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.
After all, this was his first time facing a fantasy beast, and he was extremely nervous and did not dare to relax even a little bit.
This is where the battle between spear and shield begins.
Liangcheng is one of the five major forces in Wenzhou. Although the overall strength ranking is at the bottom of the five major forces, this does not affect the young monks from joining the major sects in Liangcheng.
Compared with the other four major forces, there are many sects around Liangcheng and their hearts are relatively scattered. This is one of the main reasons for Liangcheng's weakness.
On the surface, they are unanimous in dealing with the outside world, but secretly they are fighting against each other and intrigues.
The reason why Liangcheng is so popular among young monks is because it is the hometown of the Sword Emperor, and the Sword Emperor and the old Sword God are from the same generation. Both of them belong to the top combat forces in the Northern Continent, so they are very popular among young people The love of the elders.
Today is different from the past. The old sword god is still alive and well, but the sword emperor has disappeared for many years, and his life and death are uncertain.
There are rumors that the Sword King was defeated by the old sword god in a competition, and then he became depressed, abandoned his sword and retired to the mountains and forests, no longer participating in secular disputes.
There are also rumors that after the Sword King was defeated by the old sword god, he became obsessed with practicing swords all day long and killed his sister with his own hands. Out of guilt, he never picked up the sword again for the rest of his life.
The sword of the Sword Emperor was hung in the square in the center of Liangcheng for future generations to observe.
Outside the east gate of Liangcheng
Ziyang stood not far away, looking at the majestic city gate and the cultivators coming in and out, and couldn't help but said: "This is indeed the hometown of the Sword Emperor, it is too prosperous."
"Stop looking and go to the city." Jia Juesheng looked calm. He had seen many places where practitioners like this were everywhere.
Zi Yang held Xiao Hai's hands and said with an excited smile: "Let's go! Xiao Hai, let's go to the city to eat dried fish."
Xiaohai showed his sharp shark teeth and looked at him with a smile.
Just as the two of them were running towards the city gate, Jia Juesheng hurriedly reminded: "Wait!"
Zi Yang and Xiao Hai stopped and turned to look at Jia Juesheng, wondering: "What's wrong?"
"Liangcheng is not the town we passed through before. Eating here is very expensive." Jia Juesheng looked complicated and did not want to spoil their interest, but he did not have many spiritual source stones hidden in his hand. .
"If it's more expensive, eat less. It's true." Zi Yang stared at him and said displeasedly: "Every time you eat, you say, there is no Spiritual Source Stone, there is no Spiritual Source Stone, and in the end there will still be Spiritual Source Stone." Well."
"Xiao Hai, we don't care about him. Anyway, he has Spiritual Origin Stones in his hand. We just need to eat them. Who knows how many Spiritual Origin Stones he has hidden secretly."
After saying that, without waiting for Jia Juesheng's reply, he took Xiao Hai's hand and entered the city.
Before destroying Mine No. 1, Jia Juesheng secretly hid some spiritual source stones. Without those spiritual source stones, he would not have dared to support Ziyang to break into Mine No. 1.
But after that, staying in a hotel in the town cost a small amount of spiritual source stones, but it couldn't afford for the two of them to eat and drink like crazy every day.
Today, Jia Juesheng's private collection of spiritual source stones has been exhausted. Originally, he wanted to keep some spiritual source stones for emergencies, but now it seems that this is not feasible.
Reluctantly, he couldn't persuade him any more, so he had to follow the two of them into the city.
As soon as the three of them entered the city, they met a young man in gorgeous clothes and with his head held high, walking struttingly in the middle of the road. He looked about twenty years old.
The monks walking on both sides of the road all nodded and greeted him. No one wanted to provoke this dandy, and the man nodded in response.
When Zi Yang and others passed by him, the man's face changed slightly and he suddenly said: "Stop!"
Being shouted out for no reason, Ziyang and the other three stopped naturally, with a look of confusion on their faces.
"Are you from out of town?" The man leaned forward, with his hands behind his back, and tilted his head to observe the appearance of the three of them carefully.
The three of them were silent, and the man said again: "Do you know who I am?"
The three of them shook their heads slowly, and the man said arrogantly: "My name is Bubai, and my father Bubai is the commander-in-chief of Liangcheng. Even the Lord of Liangcheng must respect him."
Bu Sha pointed at the monks passing by and said, "They all have to say hello when they see me, and the same goes for people from other places. This is the rule."
After introducing himself without losing, Zi Yang came to his senses first, smiled and stretched out his right hand, saying: "Hello! My name is Zi Yang, nice to meet you."
Fushu shrank his palm slightly and was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting this outsider to do this.
In the past, when he reprimanded other monks, most of them would nod and laugh, but Ziyang was the first to take the initiative to shake hands with him.
Busu naturally stretched out his arm, and when his palm was about to grasp Zi Yang's, all the monks around him held their breaths and showed expressions of disbelief.
After feeling the gazes of the monks around him, he heard a snap and knocked Zi Yang's hand away, saying: "Get out of here! Please remember me better from now on. You must say hello to me when you see me, otherwise you will Lock you up."
Bu Shu looked flustered and left in a hurry.
"Brother Ziyang, are you okay?" Xiaohai saw Ziyang's sad face and gently shook his arm.
Zi Yang withdrew his unfailing gaze, rubbed Xiao Hai's head, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay."
Jia Juesheng looked at Bu She's slightly embarrassed back and said, "What a weird guy."
"Let's go! Stop looking." Zi Yang left one sentence and then took Xiao Hai's hand and poured into the sea of people.
