After the blood flower blooms, there is a silent withering.

At the sound of the order, more than 3,000 thugs raised their flags in response, with an iron rod in one hand, taking the lead in smashing the invincible, one person killed alone, the number one killing god scorpion tail thorn of the Juxian Society, and the reputation of An Ye of the Iron Fist Gate was really in the hall and was seen by the major forces of the imperial martial arts.

Jianghu affairs, rivers and lakes.

An Yang returned with honor, in the Iron Fist Gate Qingyang Palace, healing and recuperation. The scorpion tail thorn is a real state of full strength consummation master, rich experience in life and death fighting, and the skill of unloading strength is pure to the body instinct, which is also to make me think back, I can't help but praise, if An Yang can practice his strength to such a realm, he will definitely be able to run rampant.

It's a pity that An Yang's talent for learning martial arts is not good, he can't be regarded as a genius, but he can endure loneliness and boredom.

Persistence is always the most important thing, and the efforts of the vast majority of martial artists are so low that they can't compete for talent at all. Moreover, the level of martial arts practiced by many martial artists is very weak, and it can only be regarded as a skill, and they don't want to succeed in holding Dan until they die.

The martial arts that have entered the Tao, what you know is that you can cultivate into a great master, and there are all kinds of magic when you step into the threshold of life and death.

Basically, the Great Grandmaster can dodge the bullet in advance, even if he doesn't see it, but the body will instinctively dodge, so if the Grandmaster of Huajin fights with the Great Grandmaster, he will be very aggrieved, and he will be cracked before he makes a move. But the great master is not always bright, and there is some black history that I don't want to talk about, and it's a shame to say it.

The great master of Shaolin Temple is enough to fork it, and he also practiced one of the seventy-two stunts, and as a result, he went on a business trip to Shudi, and gave the local Shaolin Temple industry to cut people, and the perennial vegetarian diet was light, that is, he ate thirteen hot pots in three days, and as a result, he died of diarrhea, and was spicy through the intestines, and the little yellow flowers bloomed and opened, and opened and opened......

There is also a great master of the Emei faction, Daogu, who has a postdoctoral degree certificate, when he went down the mountain to hunt wild food, he fished three good men with tigers and bears, and he flew to the sky, and he never went back to the west.

In fact, everyone is going to die, it's just the difference in how to die, no matter how powerful a warrior is, it is difficult to live forever.

Most of the great grandmasters have very good living habits, their diet is also very nutritious, they don't smoke or drink, and the amazing thing is that this kind of strict self-discipline grandmaster can rarely be promoted to the land immortals, but those who eat, drink, and have fun and are more likely to set foot on the land immortals to chase the immortal legend of the broken void.

An Yang's long-term goal is to become a land immortal, and the short-term goal is to be stronger and able to kill and injure all opponents.

An Yang, who is a wolf king in his bones, can not only endure loneliness, but also lead a group of wolves to hunt and live. An Yang never felt that teaching his disciples was a tiring and time-wasting thing, and this feeling of seeing his disciples become strong made An Yang feel a sense of satisfaction as a wolf king, which was a clear proof that the wolves were more ferocious than the strength of the wolf pack.

Life in the four-leaf clover orphanage, I don't know the growth years of my parents, these bring An Yang's character cultivation stereotype, that is, this product likes to be the boss very much, and when he gives an order, he can have a little brother jump out to execute, and that feeling An Yang likes it very much.

But An Yang also doesn't like to deal with trivial chores, otherwise An Yang is not planning the Qingyang Palace, which is a combination of sect elites, but the entire Iron Fist Gate. The small sect has this kind of benefit, without those messy checks and balances, there is no way, those who live for a long time are super strong people with high seniority, even if they are hundreds of years old, their combat power is still ferocious, and they can't beat it.

Not to mention the three giants of martial arts, it is the eighth-level gate, and they all say that it is as difficult as heaven to pass the eighth-level English test, but if you want to do something in the eighth-level gate, you really have to go to heaven. The eighth-level sect is a great master with a living vote, as well as a land immortal, and in the entire martial arts, it is among the top ten sects after the Big Three, and the head of the sect is not very happy, and there are always elders who are.

To tell a joke, the Taijiquan of the Wudang faction is actually not as profound as the Taijimen, although the Taijiquan of the two factions is different, but the practice to the depth is also half a catty, the problem is that the Wudang faction is the housekeeper of Wudang Mianzhang, the group of Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain are not very fond of Taijiquan, and they do not like to practice Taiji sword, or like Wudang swordsmanship.

Between the various sects of martial arts, grievances and hatreds are constantly sorted out and chaotic, and the government is also happy to be in it, and they can't wait to be killed.

……

An Yang stayed alone in the room, looking through the martial arts training notebook he had picked up from the corpse of the scorpion tail thorn.

Why did the scorpion tail thorn write this thing, it was after the consummation of the dark energy, before the transformation of the strength into a small success, and wanted to get the promotion of martial arts, so he combed through his own martial arts from the beginning, and the way he used it was to ask and answer himself.

An Yang looked very seriously, and many questions could point to the deepest doubts in An Yang's heart, which made An Yang suddenly realize that this was what it was. The scorpion tail thorn also wrote some internal black material on the kraft book, such as a certain senior brother likes a certain junior brother, and a certain uncle wants to marry an eighteen-year-old beautiful girl to continue the string.

"Meow?" A curious cat meow suddenly sounded, An Mao was terrified, his qi and blood exploded instantly, and his perception was put to the maximum, and he didn't have to look back, but he found a black cat with different pupils standing on Zhang Ziya's shoulder and watching.

"It's useless to look at it more, this is the martial art of the scorpion tail thorn, not yours." Zhang Ziya coughed, his face was pale and bloodless, and he threw over a small notebook commonly used by elementary school students for homework.

Although An Yang had the idea of flattening Zhang Ziya's teeth in his heart, he knew that he couldn't beat it, so forget it, An Yang didn't have a good habit of being beaten. An Yang took the homework book, flipped through it, and looked at Zhang Ziya with a strange look.

"I am going north to the ice sea, and I will fight the first master of Russian youth to fight life and death, the winner should be promoted to the great master in the future, and the loser should be the eternal ice sea. I don't know life and death, His Royal Highness Meow will ask you to raise it on your behalf, this wolf boxing is cat food money. Zhang Ziya coughed a few times, touched His Royal Highness the Black Cat Meow, smiled slightly, smiled lightly, it was indescribably good-looking.

"Okay." An Yang said a word silently, stood up, stretched out his hand and hugged the black cat, His Royal Highness Meow flicked his tail, looked at Zhang Ziya, looked at An Yang, took the cat's paws, closed his eyes and took a nap.

Zhang Ziya looked at An Yang and sighed in his heart, if An Yang was strong enough, Zhang Ziya would want to fight with An Yang to the death, and try his best to sublimate to break the shackles, step into the threshold of life and death, and be promoted to the Great Grandmaster, but unfortunately An Yang is still too weak, too weak.

An Yang watched Zhang Ziya cough, the blue cloth handkerchief covering his mouth was stained with blood, and then the son was like jade and left suddenly. An Yang doesn't know much about what Zhang Ziya is thinking, and it's right, Zhang Ziya can't live to be eighteen years old, this is fate and a curse.

"Meow ......"

Black cat with different pupils, purple on the left and green on the right, the cat's eyes are moist, and there are teardrops slipping down.

Your Highness, crying.

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