"The Japanese? Miyamoto Purple Spirit? ……”

Dressed in a kimono, Zhao Weiguo's first feeling is that he is Japanese. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info And this Japanese man was born very tall, even taller than Miyamoto Senju.

And behind this person, there was also a Japanese woman, who was Miyamoto Ziling, who had just recovered from her injury.

That Miyamoto Ziling, Zhao Weiguo didn't do anything to her, and when she recovered from her injury, he sent her away. Although the woman was full of hatred at the time. But Zhao Weiguo didn't want to kill a Japanese woman.

So Miyamoto Ziling left, and at this time, a tall Japanese man came.

With her height, she may only have the length of this man's legs.

"Father, this is the person who killed my brother, and you want to avenge my brother?"

Miyamoto Ziling was about to be angry when he faced Zhao Weiguo. But he didn't want the tall Japanese man, so he laughed and said: "The skills are not as good as people, and you deserve to die, hahaha!" No one can stop me today, go to the first Linglong Pagoda! ”

The person who is speaking at this moment is Miyamoto Senju's father, 'Miyamoto Musashi'. Miyamoto Musashi is a martial arts idiot, and in his life, except for martial arts, there is nothing to impress him.

He had a daughter-in-law, as if he hadn't seen each other for decades, and as a result, two children appeared bizarrely.

One is Miyamoto Senju, while the other is Miyamoto Purple Spirit.

The two children were born differently, and none of them were like Miyamoto Musashi, but he liked them very much, taught the two children martial arts, and raised the two as adults.

"Father, he killed my brother!"

"Don't say more, as long as it is an open and honest competition, we must respect such a result, this is a real samurai."

Miyamoto Musashi fell, his strange eyes rolled around, he glanced at everyone present, but he said very disappointedly: "You guys here, there are no opponents for me at all, all of them are defeated by my men, it's really boring!" ”

"Sigh,......"

Miyamoto Musashi's words, everyone expressed dissatisfaction, but they could only sigh, no one dared to challenge Miyamoto Musashi.

Because just twenty years ago, Miyamoto Musashi won the first of the seven towers.

And that time, he gained the most. So twenty years later, no one thinks they will be Miyamoto Musashi's opponents.

"Alright, everyone come with me!"

Situ Nanchuan, but seeing that everyone was embarrassed, he only smiled, took everyone, and went straight to the quiet small building.

This Tibet, Zhao Weiguo has been to, and it has been occupied by Qingyun Guique. Her father's books were all thrown into the bamboo building. And she used it as a place to practice.

Entering the Tibet, it was unusually empty, everyone stopped, and it didn't seem crowded at all.

Situ Nanchuan nodded, walked in the righteousness of the hide, and looked up.

There was a golden bell on the beam of the house, and the golden bell was beaten with a fist, and it hung itself from the beam of the house.

Situ Nanchuan glanced at it, lightly pulled it up about seven or eight meters high, and then reached out to clasp the golden bell, and his body fell!

"Suzu! Bell! ……”

"Boom! Bang! ……”

The bell rang pleasantly, but when the bell fell, it was the whole house, which shook violently.

The floor in the center cracked, and it turned out to be two huge stone slabs, slowly moving to both sides!

The stone steps that are more than ten meters wide are revealed, and a dozen people walking side by side will not look crowded.

But at this time, he did not move a step, and at this time, a muffled sound came, and a light wind hit.

The breeze is like dust and sand, but it is full of vicissitudes and decay.

It's the smell of twenty years, it's the corrosion, it's the breath of the passing of the years.

"Let's go!"

Situ Nanchuan was in front, while the rest of the people followed. Everyone descended the stone staircase that led to the underground.

This stone staircase, at the beginning, was relatively wide, with more than a dozen people side by side, and it did not seem crowded.

But the more you go inside, the narrower it becomes, but it's not very humid, it's not too shady, but the more you go, the hotter your body becomes.

Zhao Weiguo knew that there was magma underground. And this magma he had seen, just like in the arsenal, there was fire everywhere, even the stone walls were the same color.

Sure enough, the black rock was gone, and it was a fire-colored stone.

The stone is indescribable, as if it was formed by lava a hundred years ago, and it is unusually strong.

Continuing to walk deeper, the flames soared into the sky, and a normal fire path in front of them came into everyone's eyes.

The fire path should be more than two people wide, and two people walking side by side, there must be no problem. But the problem is that the entire fire tunnel is dyed red by the magma underground, which is really intimidating.

"This is the trial of the fire path, presumably here, some people have seen it, if you want to enter the land of the Seven Towers, you must pass this fire path trial, but you must not force it, because here, it is really going to die."

Situ Nanchuan advised, but obviously that Miyamoto Musashi was a little impatient and took the lead in stepping in.

"Let's go!"

Xiao Yuanshan, together with General Tie and others, also followed.

At this time, these people went in, naturally there was no problem, and those heads and elders were not a big problem. And the rest are those who try their luck.

To be honest, they came to make soy sauce. They must not be able to enter the seven towers, and they can only take some very ordinary secret books in the land of the seven towers.

Of course, they can occasionally fight for some ruthlessness, which is the real purpose of their here.

"In! Fight to the death! ”

An elder-level figure of the Qingcheng faction, as soon as he was ruthless, rushed in. And this time I entered, and the sweat came down in an instant.

But you see that the bead of sweat has not yet fallen to the ground, and it has been evaporated. The old man's face was red, and his hair was yellow, as if it might burn at any moment.

This elder of the Qingcheng faction didn't dare to stop at all, he picked up his steps and left, and disappeared in an instant.

And the rest of the people entered one by one, and some of them rushed over like the elders of the Qingcheng faction. And some people, who had just taken two steps, ran back with a rolling belt, and even their clothes were on fire, and their hair was gone, and they were roasted into pigs' heads.

"Don't be reluctant, if you can't pass the trial, please go back!"

Situ Nanchuan advised those martial artists who were unable to enter the trial fire path, and those people also seemed very helpless, shaking their heads frequently and leaving.

Someone outside answered. Some of these people's sons are disciples of the Wulin League. And some are Keqing temporarily found by Situ Nanchuan. These people will take care of everything in the quiet little building.

"Master Yue, there are only two of us left, let's go!"

"Yes! Defending the country? How do you feel about this fire path? ......" (To be continued.) )