-Void Ancestor Seven Golden Mountain-

Qijin Mountain, a not very famous place in the Void Ancestor, it is located in the northwest of Sulan, there are hundreds of miles away from Sulan, and there are few people around, so it is understandable that it is not known. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Legend has it that a long time ago, a warrior passed by here, when the clouds broke through and the sun rose, the brilliant sun shone on the seven peaks as if they were golden yellow, and the warrior gave it the name of "Seven Golden Mountains". This martial artist also stayed here to practice martial arts, and founded the "Tiangang Gate" sect, with the improvement of martial arts, the fame on the rivers and lakes has gradually increased, and more and more people have devoted themselves to practicing martial arts. A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the warriors are no longer there, but the "Tiangangmen" has developed more and more prosperously.

The highest main peak in the Seven Golden Mountains is full of fairy energy, and the towers and temples are located on the peaks, with golden glazed roofs and red sandalwood pillars.

The shouts of "ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho......" sounded in the square, like a deafening bell. A martial artist in black martial arts uniforms with neat horse steps in the center of the dojo repeatedly swung forward his fists, every time the fist was struck, they would shout loudly, and there were bursts of fist wind in the loud shouting. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits, every punch used up all their strength, every blow was so vigorous, not tired at all, even though they were sweating, but they were all enjoying it.

Behind the warriors there was a small hill with green grass on it, a tall ancient tree towering to the sky, and the lush canopy of the tree sheltered from the scorching sun, forming a gray and shady place underneath.

A young man lay down in the shade of a tree, and he and the warrior who was training hard were wearing the same style of clothes, but he looked unspirited, with fluffy black hair, a firm nose, and dark eyes.

"Whoa The boy opened his mouth wide and sighed long, as if he hadn't woken up yet, and small tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"Why are you so sophisticated in defensive formations? Wouldn't it be enough to just knock the enemy down? The boy looked at the people training in the square and said lazily, "It's boring! Let's sleep a little longer! With that, the boy was ready to continue to sleep.

"Stinky boy! You don't know when the enemy will come, but you're still lazy here! An old voice sounded from behind the young man, and I don't know when an old man in a black robe appeared beside him, his eyebrows were all white, and he still had a long beard, and there was no hair on his head, and he was holding a brown cane in both hands, but there was no old age from his body. The old man continued to count the young man: "Do you want to clean the dojo again!" ”

"Ah...... Master! The young man heard the old man's familiar voice, and hurriedly opened his closed eyes and sat up, not expecting that his lazy self would be discovered.

But the young man still didn't look like he was going back to the square to cultivate, he sat cross-legged with his feet facing the master, and muttered, "Hmph! Compared to cultivating formations, cleaning is much more interesting! ”

The master listened to the voice of the recalcitrant who did not know how to repent, and a big tic-tac-toe suddenly appeared on Guangguang's head, and he raised his cane and was about to knock it on the young man's head!

The boy rolled to the side and dodged, quickly got up and ran away, his mouth still grinning.

The master looked at the departing young man and was silent, with no blame on his face.

The warriors who were training on the side all stopped, and they listened to the conversation between the young man and the master, and their faces were not as clear as the master's, full of emotions.

"It's that boxer guy again, and every time you train the formation, you go to be lazy!"

"It's obviously the guy who was picked up by the master, but he doesn't know how to repay the favor, and every time the master has to urge him!"

"The master is really! Such a person is still here, if I had driven him out of the sect a long time ago, let alone indulged his stubbornness like this! ”

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The warriors kept discussing the young fist in a low voice, and the master stood on the side, his eyes still looking at the direction where the fist left, and he didn't know if he heard the voices of the warriors.

The night soon enveloped the Seven Golden Mountains, and the bright moon hung high in the sky, like a huge mirror, illuminating this dark world with its white and flawless light.

"Da ......" Crisp and subtle footsteps sounded on the glazed tile roof, and masked people in tight black clothes flew steadily on the tile roof, constantly approaching the innermost temple.

"Who?" A martial artist who trained during the day appeared in front of a man in black, tonight was his vigil, he was bored in the courtyard and suddenly heard some small sounds, and he walked to inspect it strangely, and immediately saw a dark shadow moving slowly behind the pillar. Of course, the warrior quickly stepped forward to confirm the identity of the other party.

A trace of moonlight shone on the black shadow's body, and the warrior saw the other party's strange dress clearly through the moonlight.

"You...... You are not our disciple! The martial artist immediately recognized that the other party was not a fellow disciple, and at the same time, he saw that the other party had drawn a short bright blade from his body, and the martial artist suddenly became vigilant and was about to shout loudly.

But as soon as the martial man's throat bulged, before he could make a sound, his mouth was covered, and behind him, I don't know when a man in black approached, it was he who covered the martial man's mouth tightly, and the attack was perfectly implemented.

The black-clothed man who covered the warrior also raised a bright white blade, the warrior's eyes were wide open, and he was about to resist, when he suddenly felt a pain in his neck, a foreign object was inserted into it, and the strength that had just been accumulated in his body slowly dissipated, and it was dark in front of him, and he saw only a red piece.

"Huh?" Fist, who was sleeping in the house, suddenly opened his hazy eyes, and a small but noisy voice could be faintly heard in his ears.

"Ugh!" A fellow disciple appeared in front of the door, only to see him clutching his arm in pain, leaning against the door, and dark purple blood dripping from his arm.

The fist immediately caught up to help the stumbling senior brother.

"Quick...... Get out...... Defend the formation......" Senior Brother said weakly at the fist, and after saying half of his words, his head tilted and fell.

"Hey!" Fist shouted loudly, shaking his brother's body vigorously, but the other party did not react. The fist was suddenly furious, who would dare to hurt the people of Tiangangmen?

Fist ran quickly in the corridor, getting closer and closer to the door of the gym, and the sound he heard became clearer and clearer, and there were constant shouts, screams, and cheers from inside...... The punch couldn't help but pick up speed again.

"Drink!" Punch the door open! The jumble of voices immediately hit the base of his ears, and he could see what was happening.

"Concentrate!" "There aren't enough people!" "Quick! Stand up! "Everyone, hold their place!" "There's a loophole here! They can't hold on! ”

The scene was chaotic, the equipment of the gym was all over the ground, and there were brothers and sisters lying on the ground, as well as some people in black who had never seen before. There are also many fellow disciples and brothers standing in different positions to form the guardian formation of the "Tiangang Gate", and those black-clothed people of unknown origin are constantly attacking the golden formation.

"Hey! What are you still doing? Go and hold your spot! A bald senior brother stretched out one hand to the fist that was inspecting the scene and said, and the other hand continued to maintain a slightly swaying protective array.

"Is the so-called formation just blindly enduring!?" Quan watched a junior brother fall to the ground with a punch from the man in black and said to the senior brother.

"That's right! Just stick to it! They won't be able to get in! The senior brother said calmly, a sharp sword was still more than ten centimeters away from him, but his face still did not change, the sword was caught in the formation, and he couldn't move forward for a long time!

"But no matter how strong you hold on, ...... like this," he said with his fist back to his brother with his eyes closed.

"Ahhhh......h

"Drink!" The fist jumped out of the formation, and the raised foot hit the head of a man in black who was still in a dizziness, and the man in black spun and flew upside down for several meters as if he had been shelled, and smashed into the people behind who kept shaking their heads and wanted to be conscious.

The fist kept attacking the man in black next to him, "Bang! "Ahem!" One by one, the men in black fell under his iron fist and legs.

"Bang!" "Bang!" …… The sound kept ringing, and each blow of the fist hit the enemy's body, and one by one the enemy fell at his feet

But the man in black quickly woke up from his vertigo and fought back with his fist. "Bang!" As soon as the punch knocked a man out, he was punched right in the abdomen, and a man in black attacked him before he could return to defense!

"Ahhhh Punch screamed and fought back, knocking down the enemies around him constantly, even if he received a lot more attacks than the enemy, but Punch still didn't have the meaning of retreating and defending, every action took an attack, kept attacking, attacking!

Time kept passing, and the sound of fist bombardment never stopped ringing on the field.

"Whew!" "Whew!" The fist gasped for breath in a low mouth, the clothes on his body were cracked one after another, and there were more blood-colored scars on his body, but one enemy after another had fallen at his feet, and no one got up again.

"How? I'm not bad, right? Fist turned his head and said, with a smug face: "I have all knocked me down!" ”

"Knock!" The heart of the fist seemed to be bombarded by a giant hammer, and he turned his head to see the senior brothers who were still fighting, and because of his lack of chaos, the formation was a mess, and the senior brothers were at a disadvantage, being forced back step by step. In the eyes of the fist, there are still raging flames, flames on the gates, on the ground, and on the tiled roofs, and there are people who are constantly fighting.

In the end, the battle was quelled by the reinforced brothers, and after having sufficient numbers, the formation was perfectly repaired, and no matter how much the men in black attacked, they could not make a ripple on the solid formation. The day was about to dawn, and the man in black had to retreat.

"There are a lot of brothers who are hurt!" "Keep breathing!" After the man in black retreated, everyone began to rescue the wounded.

"It's this guy who messed up the formation!" A blaming voice sounded, and the punch that was about to join the rescue series immediately stopped.

This sentence was like a fuse, and then there were constant voices of blame.

"Insist on going your own way!"

"What can I do!"

"Just take care of yourself in the limelight! Because your brothers are hurt! ”

"Such a guy is not worthy to be our brother!"

"That's right! Not worthy to be our brother! ”

The blame was followed by a sentence of echo, and even the brothers who were reinforced later joined the lineup of the condemnation boxing.

Quan didn't expect that he was fighting hard with the enemy without being recognized, and he was actually accused by his fellow disciples, and a very strange feeling arose in his heart, unspeakable, unclear, but very uncomfortable.

The next day, Fist tied a red strap around his head, pulled it tight, and a shadow reflected on the white wall in front of him.

"Master?" Fist turned his head to look at the person who appeared behind him.

"Does this teach you only to learn to escape?" The master said into the fist.

Fist chuckled and said slowly, "Hmph! This is not for me! After speaking, he picked up the duffel bag next to him and put it on his shoulder.

"Where should we go now?" Coming to the outside of the gate, Fist looked at a blue sky and said.

The master was speechless for a long time when he saw the fist who was determined to leave, and finally said what he had said to him for more than ten years: "Stinky boy! ”