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[I rarely write such a big scene, I feel that it is difficult to control the rhythm, well, feel the stones to cross the river, and please be more magnetic. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info】

It's night.

Outside the city, the former site of Wuxian Flow.

This piece has been directly bought by the planet company, and the fruit forest at the foot of the mountain has also been transplanted, and at this time, the cold light of the stars and the moon is sprinkled down, and there is only a little bit of architectural remains in the wilderness that belong to the mountain gate of the former Martial Arts Pavilion.

Behind this is the half-cut mountain.

At the beginning, Wu Tian was in full view of everyone, and he knocked most of the mountains away with one palm, which was shocking.

Now, the years have been long, and in a blink of an eye, it has been almost 160 years.

Returning to their hometown, several Wuxian Liu disciples who followed behind Wu Tian and Wu Zhao were all sad and unspeakable, seeing things and thinking about people, the senior brother among them had really lived here, and now seeing that the former master was only a pile of ruins, how could he not be sour?

"Is this where our Martial Immortal Flow once existed?" said a younger disciple with slightly red eyes, they were the disciples of the senior brother's master after leaving the mountain gate with the senior brother, so they had not lived here.

But when I was learning art, when the master was still there, I would always listen to him talk about the days in the Wuxian Liushan Gate, learning martial arts, learning characters, strengthening the body, and strengthening the heart...... These impressions of the Martial Immortal Stream, woven by the memories of the old man, had long taken root in the hearts of these young disciples.

"Heh!" Suddenly, in the ruins under the night sky, there was a slogan.

Several people were stunned, stopped in place, and looked at each other.

I saw that in the desolate ruins, there were suddenly more lights and shadows wearing white martial arts uniforms and neatly practicing martial arts...... Monchidi rubbed his eyes and said, "This is ......"

With a bang, the stones on the ground around them suddenly moved on their own.

Houses rebuilt on their own, as if they had stepped back in time. The big house of the mountain gate, the practice ground, the ring, the corridor...... It is exactly the same as what the master depicted when he was thinking about it before he died.

The lights and shadows in white-clothed martial arts uniforms passed by Meng Qidi and Long Zhi, and every time they passed, they would smile and pat them on the shoulder, back, and head: "Haha, little junior disciples!", "Welcome back!", "The future of the Martial Immortal Stream depends on you!", "Don't fall into the prestige of our Martial Immortal Stream!" ......

These last disciples of the Martial Immortal Flow finally couldn't help it, they lowered their heads one after another, their fists clenched tightly, and the scenes of the past flashed in front of their eyes that were gradually blurred: master, practice, complaining, curiosity, scorching sun, strong wind, heavy rain, heavy snow, persistence, bleeding, growth, joy, smile, longing, helplessness, heartache, exhaustion, numbness......

I don't want to be seen as if I couldn't hold back my tears.

"Disciple keep it in mind!" Suddenly, one of them knelt down with a thud and kowtowed a few times in the direction of Wutian and his son, who had been walking towards the side of the broken mountain.

The others also suddenly woke up, and the lights and shadows just now were clearly just hallucinations, and those words were clearly what the patriarch said to them. Several people's chests were agitated, and they couldn't help themselves, and in the dark night, they kowtowed respectfully to the main hall of the Martial Immortal Stream Hall that was slowly "growing taller" in front of them.

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Wu Tian and his son Wu Zhao walked to the big platform of the broken mountain.

The immortal bird followed.

"How is it, do you remember here?" Wu Tian said to the immortal bird with a natural expression. The immortal bird landed on the stone ground, turned its head to look at the broken mountain that was as bright as silver frost sprinkled on the ground, and flapped its wings.

"Just use this place as a ring?" Wu Zhao asked with a smile.

Wu Tian nodded, took a breath gently, and the sound of all things in nature blew in his ears and flowed through his heart...... He stomped his feet on the spot! Bang! Like a ghostly axe, he fell from the nine heavens and fell to the broken mountain here.

In an instant, countless invisible qi erupted from Wu Tian's body, and under the control of the extremely terrifying spiritual power, it was as if it had turned into hundreds of millions of knives as thin as cicada wings, treating the broken mountain as a carving work to be completed, and in an instant, countless sword lights and sword shadows were entangled......

"Whew!"

Wu Tian raised his hand and waved, and a strong wind centered on him and swept in all directions!

Thus, a huge square ring appeared.

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It's finally July 17th.

The much-anticipated World Finals of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association are about to begin!

Incredible crowds of people from all over the world flocked to the small city of Sayuan City. Accommodation, Travel, Shopping...... The flow of money, which has continued to grow since July 1st, has stunned the eyes of the mayor of Sayuan City.

The sky was full of helicopters flying around.

From Sayuan City to the venue outside the city, there was an endless stream of traffic, and as the start time of the race approached, more and more people grew. Countless cameras have polished their lenses, countless pens are ready to move, countless news reporters are full of manuscripts, and countless viewers are full of anticipation......

It's finally about to begin, the world's No. 1 martial arts meeting that represents the limit of manpower, and the final finals of this world competition, which the media calls the "revival of martial arts", is finally about to begin!

Taobaibai, Ulu, Pulin, Pratt & Whitney, Monchidi, Longji, Noah Lobe, Wonton...... The eleven super masters who came out of the five metropolises, what kind of sparks should collide with each other?

And also......

Wu Tian!

Martial Immortals!

Where is he? Why hasn't he shown up yet? Does he know the speculation about his identity now? Is he a martial immortal?

Half an hour before the start of the game, the spectator seats on the edge of the huge ring were already packed, and dozens of cameras dangling above the heads of the spectators were desperately aimed at the still empty ring......

Players' lounge. Tao Baibai smiled darkly, all kinds of sinister thoughts were rolling in his mind, and his eyes kept looking and observing the other people present......

That big man like a black tower was pierced through his shoulder by his own hole wave, how could he get better so quickly?Noticing Uru's cold gaze at his side, Tao Baibai glared back without showing weakness.

Noah Lobe sat in the corner, silently wiping his long knife, his brain was sick! You are not allowed to bring this knife with you! Qiang, Noah Lobe held the handle of the knife and turned it when he wiped the knife, and the sound of Jin Ge sounded in Tao Baibai's ears! For a moment, Tao Baibai seemed to feel the cold air of the blade sticking to the back of his neck.

Tao Baibai's heart tightened, secretly vigilant, and quickly glanced at the others. The two monks of the Duolin Temple were full of fat stomachs, and the little man called Wonton with a pale face heard that he could do some tricks......

In the end, Tao Baibai stayed on the two people in white martial arts uniforms, and he looked at them for a while, but the two of them sat quietly by themselves, looking calm, and they ignored him, so that Tao Baibai was not depressed!

"What about the one named Wu Tian?" he suddenly remembered this, just now he actually ignored such an important person?! But just as he was about to observe and search again, a radio announcement sounded in the room:

"Ladies and gentlemen, please go to the competition ring from the athletes' tunnel, and the draw for the finals of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association will start soon...... Ladies and gentlemen, please go to the ring from the player tunnel immediately, and the draw for the finals of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association will begin soon......

In an instant, the dozen or so players in the room all stood up, looked at each other vigilantly, calmly, nodded, or indifferently, and walked towards the player passage one after another.

Wu Tian also stopped leaning against the wall to meditate, and calmly followed behind the eleven people. He had obviously stayed in the lounge casually from beginning to end, but from the beginning to the present, the other eleven people had subconsciously ignored him.

As soon as the twelve people walked out of the passage, there was a thunderous cheer, which sounded like a mountain and a sea!

"A lot of ......," Monchidi sighed, and the elder brother Ryuji patted him on the shoulder, and they walked into the ring with the others. Tao Baibai looked at these people at the scene, very intoxicated by the cheers, and his heart was ruthless, he must win the championship...... But what about that Wu Tian? It can't be that he didn't come, right?

"It's him!!", "He's really here!!", "Martial Immortal?Is he a Martial Immortal?" The media in the audience will not be affected by Wutian's spiritual magic like these contestants and ignore his existence.

The flash lights connected to the audience in a white ocean......

"Bang!!" a gong sounded, and under the arrangement of the host, all the contestants began to draw lots in turn in front of countless cameras, TV broadcasts, and the gaze of countless people. When the draw was made, Wu Tian observed the players in this competition with a little interest.

The one with a miserable face, could it be the ancestor of dumplings?

That swordsman named Noah Lobe is the ancestor of Achilobe?

"Next, Ulu. The dark-skinned, oil-painted man stepped forward to draw lots, and Wu Tian showed a smile behind him. Oh, will there be young people who come out of the Kailin Holy Land?

And when it was Wu Tian's turn to draw lots, everyone paid more attention, until the host wrote a clear "one" under his name!

"Sure enough, Wu Tian, this old thing, can see that he is heeled......" In the hotel, Tsurumi watched the TV broadcast, floating cross-legged above the bed, and snorted coldly.

At the scene, in the ring, Tao Baibai looked at the word "two" under his name, frowned deeply, and had a bad feeling.

. (To be continued.) )