Crescent City, Crescent Inn.

In a room far from the main street, Wen Tian was cultivating. After leaving the village, Wentian went straight to the city.

Running the spiritual trick to absorb the aura of heaven and earth around him, Wentian's body emitted a shining treasure light, and the treasure light gradually dissipated.

When I opened my eyes, there seemed to be two flashes of cold electricity in the room. Ask the heavens to ponder, what to do next.

"Huh?" the small tree floated out.

"What?" asked.

"There's a treasure in the city!" the little tree's eyes lit up.

"Where?"

"That place. The little tree pointed in one direction with its branches.

Wen Tian looked out of the window and saw a magnificent building, no doubt about the City Lord's Mansion.

"City Lord's Mansion, are you sure?" asked the sky.

"Sure, I can't be wrong with my senses. Xiaoshu said firmly.

It's difficult to ask the sky, the city lord's mansion is heavily guarded, and you can't approach it casually, let alone go in.

"Boy, why don't we steal it out?" the little tree instigated.

Squinting at the little tree, he asked Tianzhen to kick him to death. With this bit of cultivation, I'm afraid that I will be caught as soon as I enter the door.

There is no good way to go before thinking about it, so Wentian sighed

"Forget it, go out for a walk and see how it goes. ”

Walking out of the inn, Wentian wandered around the bustling street market, unconsciously heading in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

After shopping for a while, there was no gain, and Wen Tian was about to give up, and his eyes swept to the front of a large group of people.

Wentian was puzzled, grabbed a big man next to him who went over to join in the fun, and asked

"This big brother, may I ask what happened in front of you, why did so many people gather?"

"You're from out of town, no wonder you don't know. Dahan glanced at the sky and asked.

"Yes, big brother, I'm from the countryside, and I'm going to buy some things back to the village. ”

"No wonder, in front of it, the City Lord's Mansion is recruiting guards, once a year, but I heard that only powerful warriors can participate. Dahan said.

It's really an endless road, if you become a guard, you can enter and exit the city lord's mansion, and you don't have to worry about it.

"Thank you, big brother, this is a little heart. With that, Wentian took out a silver ingot and put it in the hand of the big man.

The big man's eyes lit up, and he took the silver into his arms without moving, and patted the shoulder of the afraid Wentian approvingly.

Leaving Dahan, Wentian ran directly to the crowd, signed up at the steward's place, and got a sign. The steward looked at Wentian with strange eyes, if it weren't for Wentian crushing a stone with his bare hands, he still didn't believe that Wentian was actually a martial artist at the age of fifteen or sixteen.

Looking at the "nineteen" on the sign in his hand, he sighed, he was really related to the number "nine", from knowing nothing to now becoming a martial artist, which time was not nine deaths.

The rules for recruiting guards have already informed Wentian that there is only one place for recruiting guards this time, so it can be said that there is a lot of competition. Participating warriors compete in pairs, and the winner advances to the next round until the final winner is determined.

Wen Tian observed from the audience, this was the first time he had seen so many warriors fighting each other, and the scene was quite spectacular.

The two people on the stage went back and forth, and the fight was in full swing, but in Wentian's opinion, the two of them were flawed all over their bodies, and they could catch one of them with one blow.

Feeling that it wasn't very interesting, Wen Tian rehearsed in his mind the Desperate Finger that he had learned from Xiaoshu. Roughly speaking, a martial art can be divided into four stages, namely, entry, first glimpse, ascending, and transformation. Wentian has been practicing hard since he learned the Desperation Finger, and now he has reached the realm of his first glimpse.

"Nineteen!"

"Six!"

Wen Tian was immersed in the martial arts drill, when he suddenly heard a shout, it was his turn.

Wentian's opponent was dressed in black, his face was like a knife, he jumped 100 meters, and landed steadily on the martial arts platform, winning the applause of a cadre.

"Good!"

On the other hand, Wentian got up slowly and walked up from the stairs on one side to the martial arts platform, as if he had come to enjoy the mountains and rivers.

"Let's go down!"

"The hair hasn't grown up, what kind of martial arts do you learn!"

Everyone was dissatisfied and ridiculed Wentian, because Wentian was too young, and no one believed that he was a martial artist.

For the rumors, Wentian is deaf, and not being moved by the outside world is the way of life of Wentian, as long as he shows enough strength, then everything will be self-defeating.

Waiting for Wentian to stand still, No. 6 stared at Wentian

"You're a warrior?"

He didn't answer, his eyes fell on No. 6, and he adjusted his pace slightly, like a tiger ready to attack.

No. 6 felt that his qi was locked, and it was as if he was facing a spirit beast instead of asking the sky. Such a strong sense of oppression made it difficult for Six to breathe, and he stopped talking to avoid leaking his energy.

No. 6 was the first to hold back, slamming on the ground, like an arrow from a string, and his hands were claw-like and only asked the sky.

Wentian stood calmly, and No. 6 arrived in the blink of an eye, and at this moment, Wentian leaned back, avoided a standard iron plate bridge, and then kicked his feet and hit No. 6's chest. Before No. 6 could react, he flew upside down and smashed into the hard stone slab.

There was a dead silence around, and it was the first time that the martial arts had been fought so quickly and neatly, and the strength of the two sides was not half a star. The strength of the young man was so great.

"Good!"

"Haha!"

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted in shocking cheers. Surrounded by cheers, Wen Tian looked at the crowd coldly, without too much expression, and turned to leave. There is only one martial arts fight per person per day, and the warriors can take advantage of the night to recover their consumption and fight again tomorrow.

Back at the inn, Wentian abandoned distracting thoughts and prepared to cultivate, and Xiaoshu came out at this time

"Aren't you excited, boy? You're out of the limelight today. ”

"What's there to be excited about, boring. After speaking, he closed his eyes.

Xiaoshu is becoming more and more curious, juvenile and wants to enjoy praise and be proud of his peers. And Wentian seems to see through everything, ruthless and desireless, exuding maturity that is not in harmony with age everywhere.

Wentian closed his eyes, but he didn't cultivate. Xiaoshu's question touched the heavens, praise, flattery, compliments, and so on, he had seen all kinds of things in his previous life, and his previous self might still be proud, but now it is just a passing cloud. Since being betrayed by her, everything has long been indifferent, success is the whitewash of the winner, failure is the excuse of the loser, this is the understanding of Wentian.

Thinking of her, Wentian only felt that his heart hurt so much that he couldn't breathe, and his body couldn't stop shaking.

Sensing the strangeness of the sky, Xiaoshu was shocked

"Hey, boy, what's wrong with you?"

When he opened his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot and terrifying. Xiao Shu was also frightened by Wen Tian's appearance, thinking that his cultivation had gone mad and was about to make a move.

Wentian raised his hand to stop Xiaoshu and signaled that he was fine, and Xiaoshu was relieved

"Boy, what's going on, you ......"

Wentian was silent, Xiaoshu saw the pain in Wentian's eyes, and understood that Wentian had something on his mind, so he didn't say anything more and disappeared.

After a long time, I asked the sky to come to my senses, the sky was already full of stars, and the bright moon was in the sky.

In the next few days, Wentian continued to advance, and everyone gradually got used to it from being surprised at the beginning.

Ask the heavens to adjust their breathing and restore their aura. Today is the last martial fight, and I heard that even the city lord appeared and personally selected, which shows the importance of this martial fight.

Exhaling a turbid breath, Wentian stood up, and Wentian's opponent also got up, he was dressed plainly, with a sword on his back, about the same age as Wentian, and he was a swordsman.

The nameless swordsman's gaze fell on Wen Tian, who felt like he had been stabbed by a sword, and his hair rose all over his body.

Wen Tian's face was solemn, knowing that if he met a strong opponent, he was afraid that it would be a tough battle.

"The lord of the city is here!" I don't know who shouted.

The people looked ahead, and a magnificent chariot drove up, and it was the lord of the city sitting in it. I saw the steward hurriedly running over, pulling the curtain to greet the city lord.

When the lord of the city got out of the car, all the people cheered and fell to their knees. Wen Tian didn't make any moves, and neither did the nameless swordsman. The city lord saw the strange situation of the two and nodded, the warrior should move forward, and would rather bend than bend, these two people are not bad.

With a wave of his hand, the people got up, and the lord of the city sat down. The steward immediately shouted

"The last martial arts fight, start now!"

Wentian and the nameless swordsman came to the stage, and the swordsman pulled out the sword on his back and held it in his hand, and a sharp aura overflowed. Wen Tian no longer used to be bare-handed like before, but drew out the bone sword and held it in his hand as well.

"Oh, you're a swordsman too?" asked the nameless swordsman.

Wentian shook his head and stared at the swordsman. The nameless swordsman didn't say much, he came elegantly, but a few breaths came, he raised his hand and slashed down with a sword, asking the sky as if he was facing a great enemy, and the horizontal sword resisted

"Boom!"

The two swords collided, rubbing out a piece of spark, Wentian took a few steps back, and the nameless swordsman looked indifferent.

Strong, very strong, ask the sky to make a judgment, worthy of being a swordsman.

The light in Wentian's eyes was blazing, this is the battle, and the feeling of the former killer is back.

Wentian took the initiative to attack for the first time, and the sword in his hand was raised, wanting to disembowel the nameless swordsman. The nameless swordsman did not retreat but advanced, the tip of the sword was pointed on the tip of Wentian's sword, and a wave of qi erupted, and the two were swept away.

Wen Tian stabilized his body and stabbed the nameless swordsman with a sword again, and the nameless swordsman's blade flipped over, trying to resist with the sword body. Just when he was about to stab the swordsman, Wentian suddenly changed his stab to slash, and the nameless swordsman was caught off guard and jumped backwards, and now, Wentian roared

"Desperate Finger!"

With a finger, a ray of light shot out, and the nameless swordsman was in the air, with nowhere to borrow his strength, and the sword in his hand slashed

"Click!"

The iron sword shattered, and the remaining light slammed into his chest

"Ahem!" a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the nameless swordsman fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The city lord stood up and exclaimed

"Spirit-level martial arts!"

The crowd was shocked

"What, spirit-level martial arts!"

"That young man actually knows spirit-level martial arts, that's priceless!"

From the eyes of the city lord, it was natural to see that the martial arts used by Wentian were by no means ordinary mortal-level martial arts. The aura in the body of a Qi Realm martial artist has not yet been converted into spiritual power, and it cannot be released. And just now, asking the heavens to release spiritual power to injure the enemy, it is obviously a spirit-level martial art.

The crowd was boiling, it was a spirit-level martial art, how many years could it take to see it.

The city lord announced that Wentian was a close guard on the spot, envied others, and ordered someone to bring the nameless swordsman back to the city lord's mansion for treatment.

After sending out the Desperate Finger, Wentian lay on the ground because his spiritual energy was exhausted and his limbs were weak.

Seeing this, the city lord immediately arranged for someone to carry Wentian away, and Wentian looked at the slowly approaching city lord's mansion, and finally passed out.

IT: I'm sorry to all book friends, Xiange has to deal with a lot of things in the past two days, and it hasn't been updated for a long time, please forgive me. String song as much as possible to make up, sorry.