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I don't know how long it took, but when he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by a circle of light that was healing his own wounds. Everywhere the eye looks, a familiar three-dimensional space with transparent upper and lower platforms appears in front of you. And the angel of light in the center of every square that seemed to be eternal and unchangeable appeared in front of him so suddenly. In addition to the four of them, there were only two other very wolf people left in the circle around them.

And Zhang Yuan looked up and down, all the platforms were sparsely populated, and there were less than ten people at most, and many platforms were empty, and there was no one left. Obviously, after this battle in the proving ground, the Light Fighters of all platforms have almost lost most of them or even wiped out their entire army, and there are not many people left on all platforms combined.

After everyone was treated, a lot of colorful lights appeared on Zhang Yuan's body. It took a full ten minutes for the light on him to subside.

At this time, Zhang Yuan and the others suddenly felt a shaking under their feet, and they were surprised to find that their bodies were suddenly floating in the air, and suddenly appeared on the semicircular platform with a giant gate and half the area of other platforms.

The light fighters of all platforms gathered together, and there were more than two hundred people, and at this time, the people of all platforms gathered together, and they also seemed to have some popularity. Those who could live were all senior light fighters, and they watched with indifferent faces as the gate slowly opened, and a long golden light appeared inside.

At this moment, a voice of vicissitudes sounded, and the voice said slowly: "Congratulations, my righteous land light warriors. You have passed the rigorous audition battle trial, and you can become an official Light Warrior and enter the real world of the Proving Grounds! There, you will have your own evolutionary leveling up instead of using energy systems to improve yourself! Enter the gate! Enter the place where you are truly fighting! ”

The world is divided and merged, the war is unified, and what will never change is the disputes in the rivers and lakes.

Hangzhou, located in the south of the Yangtze River, is the land of fish and rice, and is the most prosperous and rich area. There is a big mountain in the south of Hangzhou, named Dazhangyuan, and there is a Zhuangzi at the foot of Dazhangyuan Mountain, named Nanbaozhuang.

The entire Zhuangzi family is very close to each other, like a whole. On the periphery of the entire Nanbao Village, there is also a large wooden fence up to two feet high.

With the protection of this wooden fence, the wild beasts on the mountain could not easily enter the Zhuangzi to eat the cattle, sheep, pigs, chickens and other livestock raised by the villagers and harm the villagers.

Nanbaozhuang, in the village's martial arts training ground, is gathering more than a dozen people to practice martial arts. One of them, a strong man in a short shirt who was nearly forty years old, was training all the young men in the Zhuangzi.

A powerful shout, like rolling thunder, came from the front. In the center of this large empty field, dozens of people stood neatly, all naked and covered in sweat. One by one, they all held bamboo poles and spears, and stabbed forward again and again. Dozens of people shouted the trumpet in unison, stabbing guns again and again, which made people can't help but feel a burst of blood boiling.

On the edge of the martial arts training ground, there were many children, staring wide-eyed. "Waist force! Coherent! Exhale! Inhale! Stab! A loud shout resounded throughout the martial arts training ground, and a middle-aged man with a thin body and sharp eyes was walking in the middle of the martial arts training ground, and suddenly, he kicked the thigh of the young man holding a spear on the side, kicking the other party to a stagger.

"How can you stab an enemy if your body is shaking? What about the strength in your waist? How strong do you do to get off the plate? Are your legs weak? Isn't it all wasted on the stinky lady, stand firm for me! The middle-aged man scolded.

"Yes, master." The young man hurriedly stood up, not daring to say a word more.

"Suffer a little now, and when you encounter robbers, bandits, and beasts on the mountain, you will shed less blood!" The middle-aged man said coldly as he walked: "In danger, we can only survive by ourselves." ”

"Alright, Thorn!" The middle-aged man shouted: "Force, keep up with the rhythm of breathing, and stick out in the right direction." Offense is the best defense, killing enemies and beasts can rely on this move, practice well, you can save your life when you encounter danger. "A young man, familiar with this shot.

They don't know how many times they have practiced this trick. At this time, Zhang Yuan, who was also in training, also stabbed out a shot steadily and powerfully, and the middle-aged child in the distance looked at this scene with a smile on his face.

"Although the daily marksmanship training of the villagers of Nanbaozhuang is simple, it is very effective. Coupled with the method of breathing and breathing, the combat effectiveness is more than doubled! Following the learning of this breathing rhythm and stabbing technique, Zhang Yuan already felt a kind of martial arts implications. For the previous one when he only fought by feeling, the learning of marksmanship and martial arts skills was what he needed the most.

Zhang Yuan can also see that the heroes of Nanbao Village will come out ten at random, forming a gun array, and the power cannot be underestimated.

At this time, in the scorching sun, on the martial arts training ground in Nanbaozhuang, the young adults also began to eat one by one.

"Brother Zhang Yuan, let's eat." A muscular man walked over with a smile and said. Zhang Yuan was still thinking about paying the New Year's money in his heart at this time.

Since entering the Golden Light Gate, Zhang Yuan has lost any contact with Liu Daqiang, Ma Ziqiang and Li Jubing, and has entered this strange ancient martial arts world in an instant.

After staying in this world for three whole days, Zhang Yuan knew a little that this world might be the world of Jin Yong's heroes.

The reason for this judgment is that he has inquired about the legends of this world from Zhuangzi. In this world, there are legendary masters such as the Southern Emperor and the Northern Beggar, the Eastern Evil and the Western Poison, the Northern Qiao Feng, and the Southern Murong, as well as the legends and stories of the Wuyue Sword Sect, the Ming Sect, the Demon Sect, the Quanzhen Sect, the Beggars, the Heaven and Earth Society, Shaolin and so on.

And the village where he is now is a small mountain village that is not close to the various major sects. This world is different from the earth that Zhang Yuan is familiar with, it is a world based purely on force, and it is a world where the weak and the strong eat the red fruit.

It's like their village makes a living by drying sea salt and hunting, but they need to pay the Jiangnan Salt Gang protection fee every year. "How strong is this salt gang? What are the martial arts cheats and masters? Zhang Yuan thought in his heart.

However, his strength in this world is too poor, and even many people in the village are stronger than him. Most of the people in the village were natives, and there might have been a Light Fighter who had teleported to this world from the Audition Proving Ground, but in the space of seven days, he had not yet discovered who in this village was the same as himself.

"With the force of Nanbaozhuang, ordinary small bandit gangs don't dare to provoke at all!" Zhang Yuan couldn't help but think of the Salt Gang, he thought: But the Salt Gang is the largest gang within a radius of 100 miles, and if you want to enter the Salt Gang, there are still requirements for your body, even so, the Salt Gang still has a core of 500 people with martial arts! ”

Five hundred core gangsters with martial arts, and a large number of sturdy minions on the periphery. With such strength, he is definitely the emperor of the soil in Hangzhou!

A certain Nanbao Village, which has dozens of strong combat effectiveness, also needs to pay a certain protection fee every year to ensure the safety of the village.

Wang Shanhu, the owner of Nanpu Village, was also the first hero of Nanpu Village back then! This Wang Shanhu is the owner of Nanpu Zhuang with the highest status, and he is also the original number one master of Nanpu Village.

He accepted more than a dozen disciples, and the best of them was Yongye, the chief teacher who trained Zhang Yuan and others. The mountain tiger is old, and now Nian Yongye has completely inherited his martial arts skills and is the number one master in the entire Nanbao Village. It is no accident that he is the first master in the village, and he will be the next owner of Yongye!

In Nanbaozhuang, his income depends on three occupations: hunting, farming and drying salt. The gold and silver earned from farming are too small, and the food grown by the family can only be sold out in addition to enough for the villagers in the village to eat themselves. Hunting is relatively profitable, but it is still very dangerous to harvest less.

Good prey is not easy to encounter, and even if it does, it may not be able to be hit. Sometimes, fierce beasts eat hunters instead! Drying salt can get a very high income, and it is also stable, and there is not much danger. However, in this martial arts world where gangs are complicated and there is no official government, they need their own force to protect the fruits of their labor.

Therefore, people with strong military force have an extremely high status in the village. The first master, not surprisingly, is either the owner of the village, or the heir of the owner.

After lunch, it became noisy again in the martial arts training field of Nanpu Village, which has always been the most noisy and lively place in Nanbao Village during the day.

"Hey!" "Hah!" "Drink!"

All kinds of chaotic shouts and cheers, as well as the sound of casual laughter and laughter, were all heard. Zhang Yuan walked over and saw that there were some young adults and some teenagers in the entire martial arts training ground, one by one, rolling iron balls, holding stone locks, or practicing spearmanship.

Except for the morning exercise of adult men in the clan every morning, at other times, everyone spontaneously trains on the martial arts training ground.

On the edge of the training grounds, there are also women from the village who sit on stones to mend clothes or embroider the soles of their shoes, and watch the men do their work while they do it.

Zhang Yuan walked over and saw a young man with a height of nearly 1.9 meters, constantly carrying a large stone lock, which looked at least 100 kilograms. A hundred kilograms of stone locks, which are constantly lifted hand to hand, require extremely strong arm strength, shoulder, leg and waist strength.

"In this world, heaven and earth are full of aura, and ordinary people's bodies are several times stronger than ordinary people in my modern society." Zhang Yuan sighed in his heart.

"Wei Qingshi lifted a boulder of 300 kilograms during the Chinese New Year! can lift 300 kilograms of boulders, and it is estimated that he will be the first hero of our Nanbao Village in the future. One woman sighed.

Wei Qingshi, nearly one meter nine high, is about the same as Zhang Yuan at this time. But if you can lift a boulder of 300 kilograms, it must be a good man. It is also difficult to say whether the future development and follow-up can be further developed.

"Hey! Zhang Yuan. ”

At this time, a voice came from afar, and I saw that Wei Qingshi put down the stone lock, his naked upper body was covered with sweat, and he walked over with a smile and said, "Zhang Yuan, what's the point of you staying in the grove every day and training by yourself?" If you come to this martial arts training ground to practice together, you can improve each other and mingle with everyone. "Got it, Brother Qingshi." Zhang Yuan said with a smile.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuan discovered something unusual. Since practicing Nanbaozhuang's method of tuning, Zhang Yuan has found that his six senses have become more sensitive. At this time, he had already heard a faint noise in the distance, and gradually, the sound became stronger, and then he only saw two women and an old man carrying a middle-aged man with a bloody head, running over quickly. One of the women shouted loudly: "Come on, carry him home!" ”

"Something's wrong." Quite a few people in Nanbao Village immediately rushed out. The entire martial arts training ground was noisy and chaotic. "Something's wrong." Several women stood up and ran to the entrance of the village to watch.

"The men in the former village are all staying in the village, and the other men are all armed and come with me!" A loud shout sounded from the gate of the village, and Zhang Yuan immediately distinguished, it was Zhang Yongyi, the master of the entire Nanbao Village who taught everyone to practice guns.

Zhang Yongyi is the second master of the entire Nanbao Village, and he is also the head master who teaches everyone to practice guns.

The head coach gave the first order, and suddenly the entire Nanpu Village was in an uproar, and the news spread quickly, and the young adults in the village soon gathered.

"It's the people from Waizhuang who did it with our people, let's go! Get revenge on me! Wei Qingshi also picked up a bamboo pole spear, turned his head to look at Zhang Yuan and said, "Zhang Yuan, are you going?" ”

"I'll go too!" Zhang Yuan did not take a bamboo spear, but picked up a handful of stones on the ground at random. Since arriving in this world, Zhang Yuan has found that his antimatter daggers, alloy swords, high-explosive shells, automatic pistols, and thunder and fire charms are all gone. I was empty-handed at this time.

"You're going to hit someone with a small rock?" Wei Qingshi was surprised for a moment, and couldn't help laughing. He said, "I'm afraid such a small stone is useless." ”

"Let's go, Brother Dashan, let's take a look." Zhang Yuan didn't explain much, because he had a certain amount of physical essence and super talent as the foundation, after learning the breathing exercises of this world, most of the meridians in his body have now been connected, and the strength he has at this time is not trivial.

Using internal strength, throwing stones by throwing throwing knives, and instilling internal strength, the power of stones is not much weaker than bullets.

"Let's go, Zhang Yuan. Don't worry, Brother Qingshi, I will protect you. Wei Qingshi said confidently, he took Zhang Yuan with a spear, followed by a large group of people, and rushed out.

The wide ridges on either side of a waterway ditch are full of low crops. At this time, more than a dozen people gathered on the ridges on both sides, fighting hand-to-hand with their bare hands.

"Stop." A loud shout came from afar.

I saw a large group of people running over in the distance, shouting loudly for the middle-aged man who was running at the front, but a group of people had already started a fire, and no one stopped. I saw that the middle-aged man took three steps and made two steps, and after a while, he rushed into the crowd. I saw him holding a spear, and he was plugged and picked, and a person was picked up.

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight big men were picked off, and the seven or eight big men immediately got up.

"Is it your people from Beibaozhuang who injured the fierce son?" The middle-aged man, that is, the master of Nanbaozhuang who taught everyone to practice guns, Zhang Yongyi, scolded.

"Master Zhang, we are pouring water into the fields, why do you people from Nanbaozhuang block the gap in the canals that irrigate our fields!" The strong man of Beibao Zhuang who still had scars on his body shouted angrily.

At this time, a group of people from Nanbao Village had already arrived.

A woman from Nanbaozhuang immediately shouted: "God hasn't had a single rain during this time, there is a shortage of water in your fields, so there will be no shortage of water in our fields?" This aqueduct belongs to our Nanbao Village, but the water is used by you people in Beibao Village. We don't want water in the fields of Nanbao Village? ”

At this time, Nian Zhang Yuan also squeezed to the front from the cracks. "Fight for water?" Zhang Yuan listened, and then understood the reason for the matter.

Zhang Yuan in his previous life had never done farm work and didn't understand many things, but he needed water to grow rice, and Zhang Yuan still understood this common sense. Without enough water to irrigate, it is estimated that the fields will fail.

It is close to the sea, but the sea water cannot be irrigated, and although it is southern, there are also cases of drought and no rain and no fresh water irrigation.

"Although they fought, they did not kill anyone, nor did they use weapons." Zhang Yuan swept his eyes and found that there were some shovels and other tools in the field, but the Zhuangzi fight between the two sides just now relied on fists and feet to fight, although some people were injured and bleeding, but none of them died.

This is obviously the people of the two villages restraining each other, after all, the neighbors who have been friends for many years know that each other is not easy to mess with, so they are not willing to make things out of control. At this moment, a large number of people from the other direction also rushed over.

"Ahh The people of the North Fort Village also came. Wei Qingshi looked into the distance and said.

"Zhang Yongyi!" A loud shout rang out, and the one-piece sturdy bearded man strode over. "Master." When the clansmen of Beibaozhuang saw this person, they immediately shouted that the master flashed to the side.

Zhang Yongyi is the marksmanship master of the entire Nanbaozhuang, and this bearded fierce man should be the martial arts instructor of Beibaozhuang.

"You're all alright." The bearded man looked around, and immediately someone from Beibaozhuang whispered everything that had happened.

"Yang Ting!" Zhang Yongyi's cold gaze swept over and said: "You should also know that if it doesn't rain, your fields need water, and our fields also need water!" But there is so much water, you actually rob us of the water in the canal, you say, what should we do? ”