In the far west of the universe, the stars are all over the universe, and there is a burning planet in the center, surrounded by stars, forming one elliptical orbit after another.

And at this moment, on the third star.

Within a bustling city.

Residential area.

Accompanied by the sound of telephones, the traffic is busy, and pop music comes from some store.

A primordial spirit of Jiang Cang appeared in a nearby alley, and his appearance was still the appearance of the body, and nothing had changed.

There are no pedestrians inside and outside the short alley, and the pedestrians passing outside are also hurrying by, or looking at their mobile phones, talking to friends in the same industry, fanning advertising paper and fans in their hands, and no one pays attention to how Jiang Cang's figure appears in the alley.

Everything seems very ordinary, normal, as before, and it is still so hot.

Jiang Cang looked down and saw that he was wearing ordinary casual clothes, yes.

It's just that Jiang Cang pondered it again and found that he was an ordinary physique, with a square standard of '1', no more, no less.

In addition, Jiang Cang looked around, and while feeling a little stuffy, he also saw that there was a puddle of mud in the corner of the wall of the shadow from yesterday, and he didn't know the rain that had fallen from the previous sunset, which should be the rainy season and summer.

Listening to the sound of cars outside the alley, some nearby buildings, old cement poles and small advertisements on the walls, needless to say, the scene is very familiar.

It's a reality-like Vault World.

Jiang Cang also suddenly had a feeling, and found that what the chess friend said was good with the information of the fantasy company, and the city was indeed the universe that was the easiest to become the origin world, because according to his own view, most of the supernatural treasures were in such a world.

It's just that this time it didn't come through his own home, and his strength was a little too low.

Jiang Cang's Yuan Shen felt the 'Forbidden Demon Restriction' when he broke through the world barrier, in other words, this is a world without aura, and his Yuan Shen was reduced to the standard of entry, '1'

Of course, exercising can still be exercised.

Jiang Cang walked out of the alley, listening to the pop music in this world, and looked at a gym on the street.

In a word, it can still be 'long-lasting.' ’

Especially although the physique of his body is an ordinary person, he is more or less a martial arts master, and he believes that he is not inferior to them in terms of skills.

This is all experience, and I want to find the capital of Yuan Neng.

And this skill is a skill, it should be practiced or practiced, and it can't be given a force to ten meetings, and it will be a real shame at that time.

Jiang Cang's mind is clear, and personal individual strength is the most important.

Think a little more.

Jiang Cang, the Yuan Shen, didn't know that the 'Fire God Tong Yuan Shen' had been returned, but even if he knew, Jiang Cang still felt that it was better not to know, because it was a good thing that each Yuan Shen was separated from the 'soul chain', and it was even better that the strength and identity were different, so that he could experience a different life and a different understanding.

However, Jiang Cang, the primordial god, also vaguely knew that the time in the great universe should have passed a year or two.

In order to enter this supernatural world, he wasted a lot of time in the void to conform to the rules here.

Not much else.

Jiang Cang sensed it, fortunately, the 'guidance of the supernatural power and energy energy' was still there, about two hundred miles to the west, in the direction across the street from the alley.

Take a look at the street scene again.

Avoided passing traffic and crossed the street.

Jiang Cang walked more than ten steps and came to a bus stop sign, bypassed, the shadow blocked the sun's rays, and looked behind the stop sign, there was a map of the city.

Two hundred miles to the west is out of the city, marked is the suburbs, there is no road section marked, it should be the outer road mountains and forests, and the cars here are not there.

Taxi?

Jiang Cang touched his pocket, it was empty, and there was nothing on his phone.

In the current situation, there are only two options for myself.

Or find a temporary worker, earn him a sum of money first, and then take a ride and buy some supplies to explore.

Or just walk past.

In addition, if you have hands and feet, you don't call for help, say anything lost, and so on.

Speaking of which, I am still a black household, and when the time comes, the car will not be opened, and people will take care of the food, so this is really the end.

Jiang Cang has experienced so much and has experience, so he will not make such a mistake.

Then this last road is blocked, and it is a waste of time to walk through, and it is not safe, and there are no supplies or equipment.

Jiang Cang looked at the ground, and there was a martial arts hall advertisement on the ground, 'Xingyi Fist.' ’

There are a few photos on it, which are printed on the exterior of the two-story martial arts hall, which has complete facilities, and the summary is that there is money.

The mind is alive.

Jiang Cang felt that if he went to find the owner of this martial arts hall and passed on a few lost Xingyi, or there were no Xingyi training skills in this world, he would be a martial arts person, and he should be in a hurry.

It's really coming to this.

The only way I can think of is to find a fellow martial artist.

Thinking of doing it, Jiang Cang wiped the hot sweat on his forehead a little and walked towards the martial arts hall a mile away.

On the way, I picked up another advertising leaflet, a little roll, and it was also used as a fan.

Not a mile away.

After waiting for a few red lights, I came to a flyover, the martial arts hall was next to a row of shops, next to a park, near this intersection, a decent golden area.

Jiang Cang folded the fan and put it in his pocket.

Wait until you get to the door, enter the door and walk.

There were bursts of shouting and shouting from inside, and the sound of fists and feet.

Jiang Cangchao looked into the hall and saw that there were still a lot of people, all of whom were students.

There is also a master in front of the master, like a frame like Zama step, basic skills.

At this time, the two staff members at the door saw Jiang Cang coming, and they stepped forward with a smile, ready to ask.

Jiang Cang opened the skylight and said, "There is something to do, I want to find the owner of the museum." I'm his friend. ”

"Looking for the owner?" The two of them were stunned, but they didn't ask much, and led the way upstairs directly, let alone called to confirm.

Because this is a martial arts hall, he is really looking for something, and the two of them can't stop him at the door, so he should still look for it.

If they weren't looking for trouble, they were true friends of the hall owner, so what were they doing?

They knew that the owner of the pavilion had a lot of rich apprentices, and they couldn't afford to offend, so it was better to lead the way.

This is what the owner said.

I also went upstairs.

Jiang Cang stepped up to the second floor, and saw that it was much quieter, only a few masters were chatting in this spacious second floor, gesturing with their hands and feet, they should be discussing moves.

"Let's miss out first." A middle-aged man saw the staff inquiring, and glanced at Jiang Cang, who was unfamiliar and didn't know him.

But the person who comes is a guest, and he is also kind and wealthy, so he may not know which son and brother will come to worship.

Thinking of this, the hall owner sorted out his smile, asked the staff to go downstairs first, and then walked towards Jiang Cang, while clasping his fists and probing: "I am the owner of this martial arts hall, I don't know what this friend is looking for me?" ”

"That's right." Jiang Cang returned the salute, and also took a few steps forward, and said to the pavilion owner who was waiting for his answer: "I have a few self-created pile methods here, this master will take a look?" ”

"Self-created pile method?" The hall owner glanced at Jiang Cang suspiciously, looked up and down, and always felt that Jiang Cang was loose and had no 'energy', "With all due respect, my friend doesn't look like a person who practices martial arts.. And I still have something to do, why don't I wait for tomorrow? ”

As the hall owner spoke, several masters next to him also looked over.

They all heard it just now, but there was nothing to mock those who couldn't practice martial arts and could create their own pile methods.

"Can you see if you practice martial arts or not?" Jiang Cang didn't care that the hall owner was right, his physique really hadn't practiced martial arts.

But since I'm here, I have to show my real skills for people to see, and it's better to practice more, and first come to the three-body pose where the students downstairs are standing.

Jiang Cang's arm stretched forward, and with a slight movement of his footsteps, a standard three-body frame of shape and meaning stood out, not like the students downstairs who were crooked, everything seemed to be natural.

If it weren't for Jiang Cang's loose body, the hall owner and those masters would have felt that Jiang Cang had been standing on a pile for decades?

With such a grasping force, the body does not move at all, and they all think that they can't achieve it instantly, and they have to keep making subtle axes.

"The three-body problem." Jiang Cang withdrew the shelf and said to a few people: "Everyone has their own practice and fighting style, not to mention this, there are thousands of moves, no need to mention it." And I am based on the twelve forms of shape and meaning, and I have figured out twelve kinds of pile methods. Today, seeing this master standing in the martial arts hall here, thinking that he is also a member of the Xingyi Sect, he will give advice. ”

Jiang Cang said, there was no secret hand to hide, but the left leg stepped out, the right leg bent downward, the right hand clenched into a fist and slowly poked out, and the left hand was hidden in the waist, as if pulling out a big bow,

"Dragon-shaped pile."

Jiang Cang's body paused, got up again, looked at the pavilion owner and the others, and motioned for the pavilion owner to stand and try it.

It's also a pile that can't be seen just by looking at it. If you don't practice or get started, who knows the mystery and how to guide you?

"This master doesn't hide anything at all." The hall owner changed his tone, looked at Jiang Cang with a smile, and saw Jiang Cang's solemn appearance, and without saying much, he stepped on one in a decent manner.

This is similar and inconsistent, and everyone's physique is different.

Jiang Cang clenched his fists, signaling offense, and suddenly put his palm on his arm, about the rhythm of his bones and muscles, lifted it up slightly, and kicked his heel with his toes, ten centimeters.

When the hall owner was about to subconsciously fight back, he suddenly felt a force hidden under his feet, and he hid a bow in his left hand, which could instantly hit a charged blow.

Power starts from the ground, and that's what it says.

'This Master Jiang is a master! The hall owner suddenly had such a thought, not only did he find that this skill was really useful, but also he realized that if he fought back just now, he would not be this Master Jiang's opponent!

It is a gap in play, strength, skill, and insight.

The owner thinks that if he instructs someone and wants to set up other people's shelves, it will not be as simple as Master Jiang, just one hand and one foot and one movement, without wasting any strength, and it is extremely accurate.

In other words, since people can correct their own practice at once, can the playing style and skills be poor?

With the same physique, isn't that just being beaten by others.

Including the masters in the building, when they saw Jiang Cang's quick move, they glanced at each other, and compared in their hearts, they were also hanging enough, and they couldn't do it.

also sighed, they felt that this young master was fortunate not to come to the gym, otherwise a few of them would really not be able to hold back!

Sometimes this ability doesn't have to be a hand, as long as you do it, you can see it, and people who are also practicing martial arts can find out more or less.

"How does the owner feel?" Jiang Cang looked at the hall owner who was not moving, and then clenched his fists and said, "Jiang Cang was offended just now." ”

"Master Jiang is polite.." The hall owner suddenly came back to his senses, stood up, and no longer believed it before, but politely invited a small sofa coffee table next to the wall and said: "Master Jiang can sweep the door open, and intends to spread martial arts, I should thank Master Jiang!" Come, Master Jiang drink tea! Drink tea! ”

After the words fell, several people sat down.

Two other people went downstairs and told the staff that the owner of the museum had come to be a distinguished guest, and someone asked again, but the owner was not there.

Jiang Cang didn't hide it, he acted resolutely, and when he talked to these masters, he told all about the twelve-shaped pile method.

The mind was taken out by himself.

I've said all these things.

The hall owner didn't know what he remembered, and sincerely saluted Jiang Cangyi and said, "If Master Jiang doesn't have anything, why don't you play in our martial arts hall first?" ”

He said, meaning to invite Jiang Cang's town. ’

"I'm going to go west for a walk." Jiang Cang sipped the tea, "I have a lot of feelings that I saw on the road." ”

"West? Out of the city? The hall owner asked, and when he saw Jiang Cang nodding, he pondered for a while, so he took it as a personal favor, and got up with a smile and said, "Since Master Jiang has something, I won't delay Master Jiang here." But the visitor is a guest, and my child has nothing to do every day, so let him send you? ”

The owner said, this is the usual words, whoever comes to the house, will say send-off.

Jiang Cang also pinched this sentence, but politeness is politeness, traditional virtues, so he gave way: "What is there to send back and forth, it's too troublesome." ”

"Alas!" The pavilion owner waved his hand, "If Master Jiang is polite again, then he will look down on my old Song?" ”

"Thank you." Jiang Cang clenched his fists and looked at a young man next to him, he admired himself in his eyes and intended to make friends, this meal ticket was available.

The owner of the museum has good intentions and must want him to learn from him.

With this happening, it's not far from the evening, so let's have a meal before leaving.

But at the same time.

At eight o'clock in the evening, on the northern outskirts of the city, on a dirt road.

Eight men and women suddenly appeared.

One of the middle-aged people looked at the night, like a question, like an old friend greeting, and began to look around the seven people as soon as he came here: "Alas? I didn't expect this mission to cooperate with a few of you? ”

"How?" Hearing the words, a young man also replied with a smile: "Isn't it okay to cooperate with a few of us?" Right? It's been a long time, Lao Zhang! You're nitpicky now! ”

"Now is not the time to catch up." A big man's face was calm, and he looked at Lao Zhang and the others who were talking in a whisper next to him: "The hall master has issued a task, let's kill a person named 'Jiang Cang'. If you don't have any opinions, I'll lead the team this time. ”

"I have no opinion." Lao Zhang nodded, sat on a stone on the side of the road, and talked eloquently, "I often pay attention to the list in our reincarnation hall, 'Killer' Xun Kangfeng, the ontological strength of the Heavenly Immortal, has experienced one hundred and twenty-seven worlds, and the task completion rate is one hundred percent, we all know your prestige, no opinion." ”

"Brother Zhang is killing me." The calm man smiled, "You are an old-timer, if I do something bad, I still need you to correct me." ”

"So the position of captain is decided?" An ordinary-looking woman behind everyone clapped her hands, "Yi, there is no opinion, what about you?" ”

When the woman Yi said this, she seemed to have just seen the young man, and suddenly said in surprise: "Hey, I thought Xiao Liang you were dead... I didn't expect to see you here. ”

"Since Sister Yi and Lao Zhang have agreed.." Young Xiaoliang smiled a little exaggeratedly, "Of course we don't have any opinions. ”

A few people said, and the rest of the reincarnators next to them are also you and me, and they all agree that the calm man is the captain, because they are all very familiar friends, and they are both strong people in the reincarnation hall, and they are famous, and they occasionally complete the tasks issued to them by the lord of reincarnation together, who doesn't know who.

It's just that as the power of the Reincarnation Hall grows bigger and bigger, and more and more worlds are mastered, the 'first batch' of reincarnators like them are all leading their own teams, and it is inevitable that they will not see each other for a long time.

And like the anger, curses, hostility, and infighting that spoke before? This is really not true, it's just a joke between friends.

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