The cool breeze blew the hem of his clothes, and Lu Ze looked forward.
I saw six world-famous Martial Emperor City warrior slaves standing side by side under the wall at this moment. They were all willing to become the slaves of this Martial Emperor City after losing to Wang Xianzhi. In the past, they were all top players in the world. There were six martial slaves in front of them, four with swords, one with a knife, and one with a spear. Six pairs of sharp, knife-like eyes were locked on Lu Ze and Wu Zhu.
"The two of you downstairs, please stop."
The voice coming from the tower sounded very young.
Lu Ze, who squinted his eyes, put his hand in front of his forehead to block the dazzling sunlight. He could vaguely see half of the side face on the tower. The young man was wearing simple clothes and had a warm smile. He even reminded Lu Ze very thoughtfully.
Lu Ze, who was raising his head, smiled and said, "Are you the guard of Emperor Wu's city today? I want to see that senior Wang, do I have to beat you first?"
The young man nodded.
Then he pointed at the six martial slaves standing under the city wall.
it goes without saying.
If you want to get to the tower, you have to fight your way down level by level.
Ordinary people in the world can't even pass the test of martial slaves. There are a total of twelve martial slaves in Emperor Wu City. Many martial slaves have died over the years, but there are even more who are willing to come under the city wall to become martial slaves. Emperor Wu City is known to have There are tens of thousands of warriors, and the waves wash away the sand. These people know that it is difficult to reach the sky by worshiping Wang Xianzhi as their master, so they want to start as martial slaves, hoping to be close to the water and get the guidance of the Lord of Emperor Wu City.
Many people around the inner city wall noticed the presence of Lu Ze and Wu Zhu.
There is an endless stream of people from all walks of life who go to Emperor Wu City every day, but there are only a few who dare to go up to the city to challenge. In these years, the only one who successfully climbed the city tower to see Wang Xianzhi was the Nine Emperors of Swords who was missing his front teeth. It was a pity. Jian Jiuhuang, who came with the sword box on his back, failed to leave the Emperor Wu City in the end. He tried his best to deliver the last sword and died at the top of the inner city, making people in the world sigh.
At this moment, in the restaurant at the highest point next to the city wall, three people were eating.
Bald Palace Banque, female boxer Lin Ya, and Dajianlou Huang.
Lin Ya, a young woman, has also appeared in Rouge Reviews. She is as tall as the men from the North. This female boxing master has a unique charm, and her temper is still as violent as when she was young. "It's a pity that the person guarding the pavilion today is the senior brother. Regardless of his young age, the young man has reached the Vajra realm. The blindfolded man next to him looks more interesting. There is no energy flowing through his body. Could it be that he has already reached the Vajra realm?" Have you reached the point where your qi can flow freely as the master said?"
"How about I go talk to Senior Brother? I'll do it for you today?"
Gong Banque, who had nine ring scars hanging on his head, shook his head at this moment: "That young master, his Vajra physique is not inferior to mine."
He looked down again and overturned his previous conclusion: "No, he is far better than me."
As soon as these words came out, the forest crow fell silent.
The second senior brother, Gong Banque, possesses a Buddhist Vajra body, possesses the six secret arts of Taoism, is also proficient in Qi training, and has a bright eye. Even the master once said that the second senior brother travels around the world with a bright eye, like a bright lamp in a dark room.
Junior brother Lou Huang's eyes lit up, and he seemed to have thought of something. He whispered a few words into the ears of the senior brother and sister beside him. Lin Ya snorted softly: "So what if my surname is Zhao? The Liyang Dynasty has dared to control our Emperor Wu City these years. Is it something? And since that Zhao...Zhao family son chooses to climb the building to challenge, then he needs to abide by the rules of Emperor Wu City."
Speaking of this, Lin Yao's tone was full of disdain.
"Identity is nothing."
"As long as his fist is hard enough, I will do it for him."
Lou Huang smiled bitterly.
Gong Banque clasped his hands together and said, "Don't listen to anything inappropriate."
A lot of people had gathered near the city wall. It would not have been so attractive in the past. However, after experiencing Jian Jiuhuang's silent climb up the stairs, countless people in Emperor Wu City who missed watching the battle slapped their thighs hard and felt sad. I was not able to watch this battle that was recorded in the history of Emperor Wu City, so in the past few months, my attention to this inner city wall has increased.
Lu Ze was naturally ignored by everyone.
Blindfolded Wu Zhuyi
Wearing black martial arts uniforms, black cloth around his eyes fluttering in the wind, with a stern face facing Liu Wunu under the city wall not far away, he looked like a master. Even at this time, many women were secretly casting their eyes. , I thought to myself that with such a charming figure, it would be worthwhile if he could pass the level of Wu Nu.
Lu Ze smiled dumbly and took two steps back consciously.
This small move made the surrounding people scornful, and even the forest crows above the restaurant curled their lips secretly, but they did not have the slightest contempt for Lu Ze, but it was a pity that they could not meet this man in Liyang sooner. His Highness, who has a great reputation, takes action.
The five bamboo iron drills fell into his hands, and his figure suddenly became ghostly.
As soon as everyone screamed in surprise, they saw that the leader of the martial slave had fallen to the ground. The man's eyes widened, and the bloody wound on his neck was clearly visible. The spear-wielding slave had not yet had time to draw his gun. Then he died.
Lu Ze looked at it from a distance, his expression particularly calm.
The so-called martial slaves are the slaves of Emperor Wu City. Since they choose such an identity, they have to bear the corresponding risks.
Lu Ze did not give Wu Zhu any extra orders, so the robot would choose the most straightforward and effective way to go to the tower and kill people. This was the simplest thing for Wu Zhu.
Six martial slaves with high martial arts, two of whom have even reached the first-level Vajra realm.
But when facing Wuzhu, they did not launch a decent offensive. The six martial slaves quickly fell to the ground, leaving only the spectators gasping for cold air. At this time, the three people in the restaurant The seat has also gone downstairs.
Lin Ya took a deep look at Wu Zhu, who looked as normal as usual, then looked at Lu Ze and asked with interest: "Do you want to see my master?"
Lu Ze had long recognized the three people watching the battle in the restaurant and knew the true identity of the woman in front of him. He nodded: "Imagine, is there any martial arts practitioner in the world who doesn't want to see the grace of Xianzhi, the king of Emperor Wu City?"
Lin Ya covered her trembling chest. A tall and equally huge woman somewhere chuckled: "You two combined can't even beat my senior brother, how can you meet my master?"
Lu Ze looked up at the young man with a warm smile at the top of the city. This was the first disciple of King Xianzhi of Emperor Wu City and the youngest of the four disciples. He was praised by Wang Xianzhi as a martial artist in the East China Sea among tens of thousands of people, and only the bridegroom stood out.
To the groom.
This name sounds very festive.
The smile on Lu Ze's face faded and he replied calmly: "Now take a good look at your senior brother."
Lin Ya frowned, wondering what Lu Ze meant.
"Because later, I can beat him by myself, and you don't even know him."
Lu Ze laughed and walked towards the city wall.
Lin Ya's face was cold and frosty, and he gritted his teeth and said: "You'd better be good, and don't be a loser. I'll be so disappointed."
