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Wu Tianzhu Mountain, Zhenwu Hall Tianwu Zhenren!
A true soul, who attained nirvana in the thunder calamity and attained enlightenment in the true fire of the sun. Looking at the world of martial arts, such a figure is called a leader.
Mount Tai, the first of the five mountains, and the Big Dipper at the North Pole!
They are all heroes who suppressed one side and illuminated an era. The long course of history cannot erase the traces of their existence.
Master Tianwu, a somewhat old-fashioned looking old man, with white beard and hair, wearing a purple robe, and a purple jade whisk in his hand, stepped down from the sky.
His steps were not fast, and every step seemed to be stepping on steps. Even when everyone was watching, there was an indescribable calmness and indifference.
There is no unbearable majesty or momentum to this generation of spiritual figures. On the contrary, it makes people feel like a spring breeze. They can't help but feel a sense of closeness, but they don't dare to get too close, as if they will become immortals and float away in the next moment.
"I didn't expect that after so many years, Master Tianwu's "Pure Yang Wuji Kung" has improved again. It's unfathomable. It's really unfathomable."
This is an old man from the Bagua Sect with serious eyes. Wudang's "Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu" is famous all over the world. It is the supreme mental method of Taoist Chunyang. When cultivated to the deepest level, it can directly point to the pure Yang soul and eliminate all filth. , one of the nemesis of the evil spirit.
"Uncle Tianwu Master!"
In the distance, some figures appeared one after another. They were all Wudang disciples who had already arrived at the foot of the Bloody Shackles Mountain. Most of them came from various peaks and branches, and were dressed in pure white Taoist robes. There were many fewer disciples from the outer courtyard. Even if there were any, they were mostly The best among them are well known by various sects and aristocratic families in Shiyan Prefecture, and have already gained a little reputation.
"Qing Qian met his great uncle Ning Wu."
A clear voice came slowly. The voice was not high, but it almost penetrated everyone's voice and passed clearly into everyone's ears.
Immediately afterwards, a figure rose up and took continuous steps in mid-air. Each step it took fell across seventy or eighty feet. In ten consecutive steps, it crossed several miles of void and arrived at the foot of the Bloody Shackles Mountain.
""Tianshi Step"!"
"Wudang Lion Peak, Qian Tian Qian Taoist with one sword!"
Many people in the martial arts world whispered, especially the younger generation. They all stared at the figure with bright and fiery eyes, which was as rich as jade. This is one of the eighty-one strongest people of the younger generation today. Young heroes on the Dragon and Tiger list.
"Qing Qian, when you get here, you must restrain my Wudang disciples and don't start any disputes lightly. My Wudang heritage is not weaker than others. In Hong Qi's Yuan Shen world, all opportunities are created by nature. Don't force it or be obsessed."
Seeing Taoist Qingqian, Master Tianwu's face softened slightly and he said, "Tianwu is his name, Wudang Taoist name. He is a generation of Ning, and his real name is Master Ningwu."
"I sincerely obey the decree of my uncle Ning Martial Arts Master."
Qing Qian smiled and said: "Disciple must restrain my Wudang brothers, right and wrong are not external things, not as strong as themselves."
Nodding, Master Tianwu turned around. Elders from many first-rate and second-rate sects in Shiyan Prefecture had already come forward to pay their respects.
Even as a soul figure, Master Tianwu would speak from time to time. Occasionally, someone would ask for advice, and he would not hesitate to give some advice.
Several miles apart, Su Qinian looked at this scene from a distance. With so many powerful people gathered, he did not run "****" easily, but Master Tianwu and the clear voice could still be clearly heard even though they were several miles apart, showing that they were extremely pure. skills and meticulous control.
After thinking about it for a few seconds, Su Qinian did not choose to come forward to pay tribute. His current status was very embarrassing, and he did not expect to be recognized. What he needed to do now was to try his best to improve the cultivation of "Turtle Snake Kung Fu" and reach a higher impact. Realm, finally build the foundation in one fell swoop, open up the world, and impress everyone with his own achievements.
There is also the Qiankun Yijian, who has ulterior motives and plays with all kinds of worldly sentiments. He needs to reduce contact, otherwise he will probably be subject to various restrictions. Moreover, this person has some involvement with the court, which Su Qinian is even more afraid of, but Being in Wudang Mountain, the opponent's various operations and many years of foundation are far from his ability to shake. He can only lie dormant like a magical turtle, slowly accumulating strength, hoping to wake up, break all kinds of shackles, and escape.
Soon, an hour passed.
The hole on the top of the mountain has not healed. The power of the real soul purifies everything, and the demonic mist lingers several miles away and is difficult to close.
It can be seen that the sun is gradually setting, the sun is setting in the west, and the local garrison of Shiyan Prefecture is gathering. At this time, there are no less than ten thousand people surrounding Xueyao Mountain.
Su Qinian looked at the soldiers stationed behind him. Not all of them were like young captains and others. They were equipped with gold and iron armor. Most of them were just black rhinoceros leather armor. They were holding war guns and had solemn expressions, staring at the front. There are many people in the world like Su Qinian.
The atmosphere was a bit dull, and Su Qinian found that many people in the arena felt a little uncomfortable. They were armed with weapons and had a strong temperament. At first glance, they were not good citizens.
"The emperors of the Han Dynasty in the past dynasties have established a code of ethics, and the official positions are divided into nine grades and eighteen grades. Unless they enter the imperial establishment, they are all ordinary people."
Su Qinian secretly thought that he guessed the thoughts of these people in the world. No matter how famous they were in the world, as long as they did not enter Hulong Villa and did not work for the Yuanshen Master, they were just ordinary people. Once their status and identity were put on the table, , the court would not agree at all.
Now, the world of the soul of Jie Hongqi, a generation member of the Beggar Clan, is born. If the imperial court wants to take action and collect the inheritance, then if they come here to seek opportunities, they will be plotting evil. Even if they take action, they will resist the decree and be disrespectful, and will be sentenced to a serious crime. Wanted by the six gates of the imperial court.
Another half hour passed.
Seeing the residual red appear on the horizon, Su Qinian pondered, it seemed that everyone was waiting, and on the top of the Bloody Shao Mountain, the auspicious air and glow gradually fell down, and the entire Bloody Shackles Mountain slowly no longer looked as evil as before. The forest becomes sacred and peaceful. A warm breeze blows down, accompanied by an inexplicable fragrance, refreshing the heart and spleen.
Um?
Suddenly, Su Qinian noticed a commotion in the distance. Some local troops stationed there stood up in excitement, raising their fighting swords, and a murderous atmosphere filled the air.
"The rightful owner has arrived."
A traveler said in a low voice: "Dongting Lake is thousands of miles away from here. I didn't expect it to arrive so soon."
Dongting Lake?
Su Qinian's eyes narrowed slightly, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong. It was Junshan Island in Dongting Lake, and the men from the Beggar Clan's chief helmsman had arrived.
Hong Qi, a generation of outstanding figures from the Beggar Clan five thousand years ago. In his hands, the Dragon Subduing Palm first reached the top, and then the top, and finally established the Beggar Clan's top position in the world of martial arts. Unfortunately, in his later years, his energy and blood were exhausted, and he had to compete with a generation of demons from the Tianque Clan. The emperors both fell into the turbulence of time and space and disappeared without a trace.
Since then, the inheritance of the Beggar Clan's Dragon Subduing Palm has been incomplete. Although powerful men from the Beggar Clan emerged in large numbers in later generations, and top spiritual figures such as the Nine-finger God Beggar complemented the palm techniques, they were still unable to transcend in the end, and were far inferior to the Dragon Subduing Palm in the historical records. Out, the spectacular scene of stars falling.
"Huh? It's actually that young gang leader!"
"They are both young heroes on the Dragon and Tiger List, but it seems that the Wudang Qingqian Taoist is only ranked slightly higher than him by three places..."
Some old people in the world spoke with amusement, and more of them looked forward to seeing so many famous figures, including those on the Dragon Tiger List and the Hunyuan List, as well as martial arts masters who had proven the Taoist Soul. In the Moyun Mountains, it can be said that there are many strong people gathered this time. Although the incident happened in a hurry, those who were able to arrive in time, especially some martial arts people from outside Shiyan Prefecture, are not weak.
Too much!
When some of the dust and smoke cleared, Su Qinian couldn't help but be a little stunned. There were no less than a thousand people belonging to the Beggar Clan in the distance, whether they were the Pure Clothes Sect, the Dirty Clothes Sect, or the Dragon Protector Sect. Such a large number of people was unimaginable. How did they gather in such a short period of time?
"Respectfully invite the ancestor to pass on the inheritance!"
Suddenly, more than a thousand members of the Beggar Clan roared in unison, the sound shook the sky, and an unspeakable majesty swept across all directions, creating a strong wind that caused dust to fly.
"General Ranger, please let me go. The disciples of the Beggar Clan respectfully ask their ancestor to pass on the inheritance and return to the mountain."
A deep and resonant voice, very young and magnanimous, passed clearly to every corner at the foot of the Bloody Shackles Mountain.
Another young hero!
Su Qinian took a deep breath. This kind of skill was far beyond what he could achieve at this moment, but he soon frowned again, because until now, there was still no sign of the Chilong Chariot. (The first update is here, please vote for recommendations and new book friends to collect. I went out for something last night and was busy until very late. I am still very tired now. The first update in the evening may be a little later. I need to adjust my state in ten steps. I can’t write in a daze. Sorry for the lack of quality.)
