This is a remote mountain village, and the whole village is named Bujiazhuang because they are all surnamed Bu.

The population of the villa here is not more than 100 households, and the villagers build the village by the mountain, leading the mountain spring to drink, and in the troubled times, it is also one of the few quiet places.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding"

There is a constant sound of striking in the small village, where every house has a stove built in front of its door, and this small mountain village is famous for casting weapons, and because the weapons are tempered by this mountain spring, they are a little sharper than the ordinary goods on the market.

Therefore, this Bujiazhuang, which is all one surname, is famous within a radius of 100 miles.

"Daddy, what's the name of this sword!"

In front of the best forge in Bujiazhuang, a boy of six or seven years old was standing in front of a shirtless man who was constantly beating the sword in his hand and sweating profusely with curiosity.

"This sword is called a peerless sword, and this sword is the best sword that Daddy has forged in his life!" A smile appeared on the man's face, and the hammer in his hand kept pounding against the sword blank that had just been taken out of the furnace, making a clanging sound.

The middle-aged man kept beating the sword blank in his hand, although this sword has not yet been formed, but judging from the corner of the leopard in this tube, this forged sword should be that kind of wide type of sword.

"Daddy, then you said that for those Jianghu people, is a good sword important, or is it a peerless martial arts book that is important!" Looking at the sweaty middle-aged man, the child looked at the sword blank in his father's hand and asked with doubt.

"A good sword can make people who don't know martial arts feel safe in their hearts, and people who know martial arts have a good sword in their hands, that is, they are like a tiger with wings. Therefore, in the eyes of those masters, a good sword is no less than a peerless martial art. ”

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he smiled at the child and preached; "Jingyun, you will be like Daddy in the future, forging countless good swords, making those people in the rivers and lakes crazy."

"Don't worry, Daddy, I will definitely create the best sword in the future, better than your peerless sword, so that those masters of the world will come to beg me to forge a sword for them"

The child said happily, as if he had seen countless masters, all of whom had come to beg for his gaze

"One, Two, Three, Four"

A group of children of different ages wearing white practice uniforms were practicing the most basic boxing techniques under the banner of the word "world" written on it.

"Under the leadership of the leader of the Xionghe, the world will now be huge, and its prestige in the martial arts is really in full swing. Looking at these children, I am sure that the hegemony of the World Association will definitely rise! ”

With a sigh of relief, an ugly-looking old man dressed in sackcloth. Led by a woman in a white robe and a pointed hat, he walked past the more than 1,000 teenagers.

"Oh, mud bodhisattva, look at what you said." The man with the white pointed hat twisted his waist, pinched the small fan in his hand and shook it constantly, and smiled like a woman; "The feng shui pattern and location here are all personally chosen by you, the world will soar, and you are not worth much!"

"I hope so!" The mud bodhisattva nodded silently, scratched his somewhat itchy face, and as he scratched, he tore off a piece of rotten flesh from his face.

"Mud Bodhisattva, if you can trust me to be ugly, then I want to ask you to hang up for me too, I don't have anything else, I just want to see"

"Eh" Wen Chouhou, who had just turned around, immediately saw the rotten flesh in the hands of the mud bodhisattva that exuded a foul smell.

There are countless tiny maggots on this piece of rotten meat that are constantly wriggling, and with Wen Chou's gaze, a maggot as thick as a thin line sticks its head out, and with the rotten face of the mud bodhisattva, Wen Chouchou can't help but take back what he was about to say.

"What did you just say?" The mud bodhisattva threw the carrion on the ground and asked Wen Chou.

"It's nothing, let's go quickly, don't let the helper wait!" Wen Chouchou covered his face with the small fan in his hand, and after keeping a distance from the mud bodhisattva, he smiled a little reluctantly.

The mud bodhisattva didn't say much when he heard the sound, lowered his head and walked through the place where the teenagers practiced martial arts, and under the gaze of the disciples of the Tianxia Association with swords and swords on both sides, he walked towards the main hall at the top of the mountain step by step from the steps at the bottom of the mountain with the words "Jie Jian Chi" written on it.

This is a very majestic hall, which looks resplendent from a distance, like the emperor's palace and more than the residence of a sect.

In front of the door of the main hall, a plaque with the words "Tianxiahui" written on it is hanging on the door, like everyone declaring that this is the helm of the Tianxiahui.

The mud bodhisattva lowered his head and walked into the hall step by step, and with the arrival of the mud bodhisattva and Wen Chou, many guards wearing gold armor stood scattered on both sides.

"Male Gang Master, don't come unharmed" After entering the main hall, the mud bodhisattva did not raise his head, just stood on the main hall and arched his hand in front of him.

"Mud Bodhisattva, the old man has been waiting for a long time!"

At the end of the main hall is a crystal chair with a long beard and a middle-aged man who looks to be in his fifties. And from the position where this person is sitting and the word "world" written on the back, it is not difficult to see that this person is the famous leader of the world association today

"It's really a mistake to let the male gang leader wait for a long time!" The mud bodhisattva lowered his head when he heard the sound.

"Stand down," he said, rising from his seat and waving at the guards in the hall.

"It's the helper, and the villain is retiring." Wen Chouchou glanced at the mud bodhisattva beside him, he was good at being a man, and he immediately beckoned the guards on the hall to walk out, and closed the door of the hall when he left.

Looking at the empty hall, Xiongba stood lightly beside the mud bodhisattva and whispered; "You and I have been friends for many years, and you also know my temperament very well, so I came to ask you to have important matters to discuss this time."

"The helper wants to ask about the Sword Saint!" The mud bodhisattva raised his head, and on his face covered with rotten sores, he had a pair of bright eyes, as if he could see through the world.

For the uncertain prophet of the mud bodhisattva, Xiongba is also accustomed to it, and he doesn't think about it; "It was my covenant with the Sword Saint that made a war with me, the Sword Saint became famous before me, and he used to be a hero in the world. It's a pity that we haven't met, and now the time for the war has arrived, so I want to ask you, what are the odds of winning if I make an appointment with him now! ”

"With the gang leader's world-class martial arts today, whether it is the Northern Sword Saint or the South Nameless, I'm afraid they are not the opponents of the gang leader!"

The mud bodhisattva smiled slightly, and after hearing the mud bodhisattva's words, Xiongba was slightly stunned, and then laughed even more.

The male bully laughed, and the mud bodhisattva also laughed. The mud bodhisattva laughed, and the male bully also laughed.

In this way, the sound of laughter continued to be heard in the main hall, which startled the disciples waiting outside at a loss.

The two laughed at each other, and laughing and laughing, Xiongba suddenly turned cold and said in a deep voice; "If I can defeat the sword body in one fell swoop, then the day when I will dominate the world is just around the corner. If I am defeated this time, then every qiē here will be a passing cloud, including you."

"Hehe, the helper doesn't have to worry so much, although the villain has already seen through life and death, but if you fight with the Sword Saint, I'm afraid you will have to wait another ten years!" Listening to the threat in Xiongba's mouth, the mud bodhisattva smiled dumbly and said disapprovingly.

"Oh! What does this mean? Xiongba turned his head sharply, his eyes fixed on the mud bodhisattva.

"Hehe, the time has not yet come!"

The mud bodhisattva shook his head with a smile, then took out a scroll from his hand and gently handed it to Xiongba.

"Helper, this is for you, I hope it can help you!"

The mud bodhisattva held the scroll in his hand, held it in both hands and handed it to Xiongba. Looking at the cautious appearance of the mud bodhisattva, Xiongba also reached out to take it suspiciously, and then opened it without hesitation.

"How can the golden scales be a thing in the pool, and they will turn into dragons when they encounter wind and clouds!"

The scroll opened gently, and two lines of black and white words were clearly written on it, so that Xiongba couldn't help but read it softly.

"What do you mean by that?" Xiongba looked at these two lines of anagrams, and looked at the mud bodhisattva with some strange eyes.

"These are the two birthdays, and they are also the disciples of the future gang leader, one of the names of the two of them has wind and the other has clouds, and they are destined to help you turn into a dragon!"

The mud bodhisattva said softly, and then two bamboo pieces engraved with words were placed in Xiongba's hands.

"Turning into a dragon!" Xiongba clutched the bamboo piece in his hand tightly, and his eyes were on the word "world".

"Exactly, but this is only the fate of the first half of your life, and the second half of this life I also put in this box." The mud bodhisattva unwrapped the package behind him, took out a compass from inside, and placed it on the table in front of him.

"What will happen to the rest of my life, can't you say it now!" Looking at the huge compass in front of him, Xiongba asked anxiously.

"It's not that I don't want to say it, but I can't say it."

The mud bodhisattva pointed to the compass and said softly; "This compass is made of Persian craftsmen, and it is composed of one hundred and eight sets of broken sexagenary branches, as long as you can reassemble these scattered sexagenary branches, then your fate for the rest of your life will naturally be known. But I want to tell you in advance, that is, this treasure box cannot be opened with external force, otherwise it will only burn jade. ”

"Okay, since what you said is so interesting, then I'll play with you, and the answer I get in this way is better than what you said directly!"

The heart is full of pride, but he doesn't think that he will not be able to unlock a box, you must know that those who can practice martial arts to this point are not arrogant and intelligent. So after hearing the words of the mud bodhisattva, Xiongba agreed after a little thought, never thinking about the possibility that he would not be able to unlock the box

"According to the decree of the World Council, all men with the eight characters of birth on it will be reported immediately from now on. The reporter will be rewarded with 100 taels of gold, but those who conceal it and do not report it will be punished and killed. ”

Countless Tanma with the banner of the two characters of the world behind them set off from the Tianxia Society, and the two birthdays were also widely known by the world.

"The owner, the owner, someone is looking for the little master's birthday!"

Someone in Bujiazhuang held the posted notice and ran to a house shouting again and again.

"Leave them alone, my peerless sword is coming out at a critical juncture, what are you doing with these things!" The middle-aged man glanced at the notice in the man's hand, wiped the sweat on his face, and said disapprovingly.

"The owner of the village, it is written on it that those who do not report will be punished by the three clans, and those who report will be rewarded with 100 gold!" Looking at the big man who didn't pay attention to it at all, the man said a little eagerly.

"I'm not going to rely on my children to make money, who knows what the hell will happen in that world!" Dahan didn't care at all, and still kept tapping the sword blank in his hand.

"Owner, this is a hundred gold!" Looking at Bu Qingtian's disapproving look, the man opened his mouth again, but in the end, he couldn't change Bu Qingtian's mind, so he could only shake his head and leave with the notice in his hand.

At the same time, a warrior named Nie Ren Wang, holding his ancestral snow drinking mad knife, walked to the Leshan Giant Buddha with a boy on his back.

One night, Bujiazhuang was sacked by horse thieves, no one in the village was spared, the only surviving child was a little boy who stood in the villa and had been reading a book in the killing, his name was Bu Jingyun, in the face of the tragic situation in his village, the child's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end, and not even a tear fell.

One day, the tide of the Leshan Giant Buddha skyrocketed, flooding the Buddha's knees. Two dueling warriors encountered the mythical Rui Beast Qilin, one of the warriors named Nie Ren Wang was dragged into the Qilin Cave by the Fire Qilin, while the remaining warrior was holding a bright red sword and left with a boy in his arms.

"The fire is fierce on the South Mountain Ridge, and the snow in the abyss of the North Sea is cold! Hmph, Snow Drinking Crazy Knife, sooner or later, one day I will put you in my sword shrine! With a sword in his hand and a weeping boy in his arms, the warrior disappeared in front of the Buddha statue in the swollen river.

The golden scales are not the things in the pool, and they will turn into dragons when they encounter wind and clouds

"Didi's spatial response has been proven, and it is heading to the world, Fengyun. Please be prepared for the host, and in order to make it easier for you to find the fragments, your identity will be arranged as 'nameless'"

Thinking back to the hint the system gave him, Qin Hui opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was a stone wall and a pool of red blood.

"Where is this! A secret room in the Heroes Building! Qin Hui glanced at the pool full of blood, stood up from the spot in confusion, and gently walked in the direction of the stone gate in front of him.

"Click"

The heavy stone door was pushed open by Qin Hui, and behind the stone door was the row of torches and stalactites that kept dripping water droplets on the top of their heads.

"What kind of place is this, I'm not nameless, this doesn't look like a hero building!" Qin Hui's heart was full of doubts, her body flew up, and she rushed towards the end.

It was a high mountain, and the cave was surrounded by a chain of five identical peaks, linked by huge chains. The clouds floated under his feet, and Qin Hui looked outside the entrance of the cave, and the towering peaks were like a fairyland among the clouds.

"The Gate of Life and Death!" Qin Hui stood on the platform outside the entrance of the cave, and when he turned around, three big characters like hooks and swords were deeply engraved on the cave, exuding a faint murderous intent.

"Blood-filled pools, towering peaks, iron cables, the gates of life and death!"

Qin Hui kept thinking about it, but no matter how he thought about it, it was like the sign of the First Evil Emperor, not a nameless martial arts myth.

"Mirror" Qin Hui let out a low snort, and a crystal clear water mirror immediately appeared in front of him.

This is a person who looks like he is in his forties, although he still looks like Qin Hui, but the long gray hair and the gray and white beard on his chin make Qin Hui feel weird, and it also sets off Qin Hui's age of less than thirty as if he is in his forties.

At this time, Qin Hui's head was up to her waist, she was wearing a gray robe, a sword was tied behind her back with a rope, and above her forehead was a bright red yin and yang pattern, which made Qin Hui look indescribably weird.

"Ang" Qin Hui pulled out the sword, only to see that the flying dragon pattern on the sword body was lifelike, and the seven star dots were engraved on the sword body, which was his own seven-star dragon sword.

"First, my old pig has come to see you!"

Just when Qin Hui was secretly puzzled, with a loud roar, a fat and fat figure on the opposite side of the iron cable, carrying a big knife, quickly stepped on the iron cable and rushed towards Qin Hui's position from the mountain peak outside.

"The Third Pig Emperor!" Qin Hui has seen the movie version of Fengyun, and with his memory, the person in front of him is the third pig emperor who helped the two of them in the second part.

"First, I didn't expect you to get out of the customs ahead of schedule, and now that we are taking advantage of the absence of the Second Sword Emperor, we have to have a good fight!"

The fat figure came straight to Qin Hui, stepping on the iron cable step by step, and the instantaneous speed of jumping up step by step was faster than that of ordinary airplanes, and it didn't have the stupid appearance of ordinary fat paper at all.

"You say I'm the First Evil Emperor!" Qin Hui's body was windless and automatic, and before the arrival of the Pig Emperor, his body had already quickly flown up and hung in the air.

"First, what do you mean, you said that you would close the death pass and comprehend the Demon Dao, but I didn't expect you to even recognize me after you got out!"

The Pig Emperor Hengdao stood on top of the iron rope and looked at Qin Hui tightly in the fierce wind on the high mountain, as if Qin Hui was the first evil emperor.

"It's weird! Didn't you say okay nameless! How did he become the first evil emperor, that person is not a ghost or a ghost! Qin Hui's heart was full of doubts, and then he didn't pay attention to the Pig Emperor, but walked towards the door of life and death.

"First, what do you mean, look down on me Pig Emperor!"

Looking at Qin Hui, who turned around to leave, the Third Pig Emperor was furious, raised the big knife in his hand and ran towards Qin Hui, but in front of the cave with the words "Life and Death" written on it, the Pig Emperor hurriedly stopped.

"As you said, life and death are seen in the door of life and death. It's boring for me to go in, let's have a fight outside the door, and I'm just going to see if I've improved again recently, and if I can grab the second title of the Second Sword Emperor! ”

The Pig Emperor's face was arrogant, and looking at the three words of life and death outside the cave, the Pig Emperor was a little weak.

The First Evil Emperor cultivated demonic skills, especially in this Gate of Life and Death, and his subordinates never left a living mouth. So even the Third Pig Emperor, who had an old friendship with the First Evil Emperor, didn't dare to try if the Evil Emperor would really kill him.