"Samurai Third Order, I've been here a long time ago!" Xiao Tiange tilted his head, looking at Song Wenyi innocently, looking harmless to humans and animals.

Song Wenyi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, he was very jealous. When he was five years old, he was still struggling to explore how to condense martial arts, and in order to condense martial arts, he forgot to sleep and eat day and night to study the Song family exercises. Finally, God rewarded his diligence, and he condensed the martial arts. After that, perhaps thanks to the blessing of hard work during that time, a year later, he sensed the vitality of heaven and earth, and successfully absorbed and transformed it into martial power, officially becoming a first-order warrior.

Since then, the name of a young man on the first day of Qingtang Town has fallen on his head.

He always thought that he deserved this name, that he was a genius, but he selectively ignored his past waste of sleep and food.

Eight years old, second-order samurai, and nine-year-old, third-order samurai. In the nearly 100-year history of Qingtang Town, it is indeed a remarkable achievement.

It wasn't until five years ago that Xiao Tiange was born.

"What quasi-king qualifications!What martial arts geniuses!A little hairy child, who hasn't even practiced martial arts, why?? Why is he a first-day talent?!A group of ignorant mortals!A group of blind pugs!" When Song Wenyi first heard the news two years ago, he smashed everything in the room like crazy.

"What can you do if you cultivate martial arts skills? Heaven and earth vitality is the most elusive energy in heaven and earth, just rely on him? a three-year-old child who is still breastfeeding? Hmph! Dream it!" Later, when Xiao Tiange condensed martial arts skills, Song Wenyi looked down on the child who had never met and was five years younger than him, and this time, he broke everything in the room, including the things that could not be broken.

In the next five years, since the Xiaotiange 100-day banquet, after Confucius was appointed as a quasi-king, the Mo family has never reported any news of Xiaotiange, and even if there is, it has nothing to do with martial arts. Therefore, some people think that the qualification of the quasi-king is just the Mo family's boasting, and among these "people", Song Wenyi is the one who dances the most.

"Look! What is the first day? I can't even sense the vitality of heaven and earth, I am a waste without martial power!"

Because of jealousy, his whole face was even a little distorted, and he stared at Mo Tiange, who was five years younger than him in front of him. That year, when he was five years old, he condensed martial arts. Five years later, the person in front of him was also five years old, but he was already standing at the same height as him, even stronger than him, and his uncontrollable jealousy finally made him lose his mind.

"I don't believe it!

Xiao Tiange's actions are very measured, which has a lot to do with the fact that his mother often taught him to "be kind to others". Otherwise, the punch just now would not only make Song Wenyi take a few steps back and spit out a mouthful of blood, but directly lose his combat effectiveness.

But looking at it now, Song Wenyi no longer has the slightest appearance of a martial artist, but like a ruffian, he rushed towards Xiao Tiange without any rules, completely ignoring the defense, only knowing how to attack.

For a while, it also made Xiao Tiange, who lacked combat experience, stunned and did not fight back, after all, as the old saying goes, offense is the best defense. However, not fighting back does not mean that there is no strength to fight back, not to mention that it can be seen from the battle just now that Xiao Tiange is stronger than Song Wenyi.

Attacking in a haphazard manner did achieve a short period of suppression, but another synonym for disorganized is irrationality. And an irrational martial artist, every attack is countless flaws and weaknesses, and the attack under the storm exposes every gap in Song Wenyi's body in front of Xiao Tiange's eyes. Xiao Tiange, who had been dodging, seized the opportunity, still punched, or hit in the same position, and the continuous superimposed pain made Song Wenyi stop, curled up in a ball and fell backwards.

"You can't beat me, apologize quickly. Xiao Tiange didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, and said crisply.

Song Wenyi raised his head slightly, his eyes stared at Xiao Tiange with resentful eyes, maybe the pain made him sober up a lot, and that crazy color faded a lot: "What if you are a third-order martial artist? I am also a third-order martial artist! Why are you stronger than me! cough-"

Song Wenyi spat out blood and slowly straightened up.

"I'm a genius! Martial artist third-order, I have a deeper understanding than you! I'm a genius!"

"Martial arts, wind scroll!"

[Martial arts] is the move of a martial artist. In the Extreme Martial Continent, the exercises are divided into grades, and the martial arts are also divided into grades, but unlike the strict class of the exercises, there are only two grades of martial arts, the heavenly grade and the earth grade.

In today's prosperous martial arts, martial arts can be described as vast, and even new martial arts are being created every moment. Therefore, the martial artist gradually diluted the grade of martial arts, and only a very small number of martial arts skills were called heavenly martial arts.

The power of heavenly martial arts can move mountains and seas at worst. As for the remaining 99.9 percent of the martial arts, they are all collectively referred to as earth-grade martial arts. Of course, it's not that all earth-grade martial arts are rubbish, but that they are not comparable to heavenly martial arts.

After all, one day at a time, the world is different.

Wind scroll is a kind of martial art that is highly compatible with the Song family's exercises, and it belongs to the Song family's gatekeeper martial arts. The real wind scroll can condense Wu Yuanli into countless whirlwinds or even tornadoes, imagine that the fierce wind blows on the body, not to mention directly cutting people into pieces, but the countless small wounds that blow out, the amount of bleeding alone is enough to make people lose too much blood and die.

It's just that Song Wenyi is only a third-order martial artist, and without forming [Martial Arts], Wu Yuan's power can't be released, let alone forming a whirlwind, and it is very good to be able to exert one-tenth of the power of the wind scroll.

But martial arts are martial arts, even if they are weak, they are definitely stronger than not using martial arts - this is like two people of the same age and with exactly the same physical fitness fighting, one with bare hands, the other takes out a knife, and makes a judgment.

Although there are a lot of words, it is actually just a blink of an eye, and Song Wenyi has already rushed towards Xiao Tiange.

After Xiao Tiange's short battle, his experience began to accumulate, and he knew the basic way to deal with it, but he saw that the child was not in a hurry, and he raised his hand, and Wu Yuan's power flowed surgingly. Don't forget, Song Wenyi is a third-order martial artist, and so is Xiao Tiange.

The Song family has martial arts, doesn't the Mo family have it?

Among the martial artists gathered outside the shop to watch the excitement, the sharp-eyed and knowledgeable people just saw Xiao Tiange's starting gesture and exclaimed: "Breaking the sky!

At the same time, Xiao Tiange's immature children's voice sounded: "Martial arts, breaking the sky." ”

Breaking the sky, the Mo family's gatekeeper martial arts, practiced to the extreme, can conjure up a golden fist, which can bombard the sky and shake the ground, so it is called "breaking the sky".

The wind swept the sky, and the victory and defeat were instantaneous.

Bang –

A figure flew backwards, smashing tables and chairs, and finally slammed into the wall, knocking a large hole in the solid wall. The dust and smoke cleared, and another figure stood straight on the field, still in a punching posture.

The figure slowly withdrew his fists, and walked step by step to the figure who fell under the wall and kept coughing up blood, condescendingly: "Apologize, or I will beat you." ”

The winner is already obvious, Mojia Heavenly Song!

Song Wenyi raised his head with difficulty, looking at Xiao Tiange standing in front of him with misty eyes, he wanted to stand up, but his hand was paralyzed without obeying, and he said intermittently: "Yes...... Skill...... You...... You're ...... Kill me, ahem, kill me......"

This is a backbone warrior who would rather die than apologize. But a mistake is a mistake, if it weren't for Xiao Tiange, then Uncle Jixiang would inevitably be beaten.

Song Jiachuan is wrong, and it is also wrong to shelter the wrong person. And if you are wrong and lose, you will have to suffer the consequences of failure.

"Song is afraid of the dog bullying Uncle Jixiang, but you protect Song is afraid of the dog, you two are bad people. Now that you have lost, you should apologize to Uncle Jixiang, and if you don't apologize, I will beat you until you apologize to Uncle Jixiang. ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand.

At this time, Song Jiachuan, who had been cowering beside him, suddenly crawled in front of Song Wenyi with his hands and feet, opened his hands to protect his eldest brother, and said, "I apologize, I apologize." Uncle Jixiang, it's me who is wrong, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"This ......" Uncle Ji Xiang looked at Xiao Tiange, "Little Master, I don't have anything to do anyway, or forget it......"

"Hmph, if I let me know that you are bullying people again, I will beat you hard!" Xiao Tiange tried to pretend to be fierce, but no matter how he looked at it, he was as cute as he looked.

To get back to the point, the implication of Xiao Tiange's words is still to say, "You can get out."

Song Jiachuan hurriedly picked up Song Wenyi, who was seriously injured, and left the shop in a gloomy manner, and the people around him looked at Xiao Tiange's righteous act, and suddenly burst into cheers. No one noticed the deep shame and resentment in Song Wenyi's eyes. Of course, no one will pay attention to a loser.

No one knew that at the end of the street of the small shop, two figures hidden in a dark corner took in the whole thing.

"Brother Song, that's your son...... Hehe, it seems that Brother Song's Qi cultivation kung fu has reached a higher level, congratulations. ”

"Hmph, Brother Cheng, don't tell me you didn't sense the breath of the old ghost of the Mo family! If I make a move, will he look at his son and ignore it?"

"Hehe, that's what I said. Then Brother Song is not afraid that the little genius of the Mo family will kill his little nephew?"

"Soft-hearted, without murderous intent. Even if it is a quasi-king qualification, it will not be a problem in the future. In this world, the law of the jungle eats the strong, and he can't understand it, so he can only become someone else's food. ”

"Hey, hey. One of the things Mo Yongfan did wrong in his life was to marry a mortal as his wife. Mortals, what kind of goodness will they live on in the world!"

"His mistakes are our strengths. ”

"Hehe, what Brother Song said is very true. ”

When the words fell, the voice stopped ringing, and the two figures quietly disappeared.

It was only a short time after the matter ended, and the fact that Xiao Tiange was a third-order warrior spread throughout Qingtang Town, and it was becoming more and more intense. After all, the Mo family's secrecy before this was really good.

Even because of this, some people think that the so-called quasi-king qualifications recognized by Confucius are just the self-boasting of the Mo family. But now, a resounding slap in the face of those who can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour, hot and painful.

The five-year-old third-order samurai made everyone who heard the news gasp, but no one doubted the truth of the news. Just kidding? Can the quasi-king qualifications approved by Master Confucius be fake? You must know that the vast majority of children, just like Song Jiachuan at the age of five, have just condensed martial arts, let alone any first-order warriors, real martial artists.

Under Yingyuan City, Xiao Tiange's talent can be regarded as the second person in five hundred years!

As for the first person, it was the Lai family martial king more than five hundred years ago, five years old, a fourth-order samurai!

At night, the Song family.

Song Yan sat on the main seat, he was the only one in the empty council room, the lights swaying in the wind, flickering and dimming.

"Nine Auctions ......"

"Mo Yongfan, the shame that you and your son inflicted on me and Wen Yi should be doubled back!"

"Haha!"

"Hahaha!"

The lights go out and darkness comes.