There is no shortage of legends in a dark world. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the spring of the fifth year of Chunhua, a legend in Sendai South Castle is destined to be passed down through the ages.

The gang that has been entrenched in Sendai Castle for decades has been uprooted in a night of spring rain, and its methods are clean, bloody and cruel, and all this is the work of a teenager.

Because of this battle in the rainy night, Liang Wendao, the first kendo genius of Dongcheng Academy, once enlightened and advanced to the Creation God Realm, while another young cultivator advanced to the Apocalypse in the spring rain, a seemingly accidental and small event, but it opened a new era in the entire continent's cultivation world.

The two who broke the mirror got an opportunity from each other, so as to comprehend the supreme heavenly way, they both knew each other's existence but did not meet in this spring rain.

A spring rain and a battle all over the city completely stabilized Jing Qi's firm position in the dark world of Sendai. Countless gangs looked at the fat of Sendai South City, but no one dared to challenge it. The battle was decided, Jing Qi, who killed the six major gangs, did not recruit troops to expand the gang, nor did he threaten the merchants with the corpses and blood in the night of the southern city, his men always only had nine knives, and still lived quietly in the original mansion.

Even the merchants who took the initiative to ask for shelter paid enough silver taels to support Jing Qi's nine knives, so there were thousands of merchants in Nancheng who didn't have to pay any more money, and their business was naturally more prosperous. The halls of various restaurants even regarded Jing Qi and Nine Knives as the most distinguished guests in Nancheng. There are even inns that worship Jing Qi as a statue of a god to protect the prosperity of business.

The history of the fire between the gangs in Sendai Nanjo has come to an end, and there are no more terrible screams from the street corners in the dark night, and the yamen of the county government feels more relaxed than ever.

In the fifth year of Chunhua, Sendai, south of the city, and east of the city have two new stars rising one after another, attracting everyone's attention.

There are 3,000 guests under Xilin Gate, and five feet south of Xiaoqi City.

The prince of Jin and the swordsman Jing Qi are both doing what they think is the most correct thing in Sendai, the most worthwhile thing to do, no matter how the world will change and how the troubled times come, people always have to do something.

Here, there was a young man with a bag on his back and a girl leading him out of Sendai Castle for the second time.

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Jiang Liao of Black Wind Town has been waiting for Xu Feng for a long time.

In the spring, all the medicinal herbs have been planted, and the weather is getting hotter, and you can feel the power of spring surging underground, and the vigorous breath is constantly growing, stirring people's hearts to be restless.

Jiang Liao finished the day's work bare-chested, tidied up the medicine field clean, level, and went to the Huichun Hall to finish all the work that should be done, the tank was full of water, the firewood stacks were full of firewood, and the courtyard paved with green bricks was dusty, and then he walked to the medical idiot Yu Guanyong to resign.

"It's time for me to go, take care!"

Yu Guanyong has always been in a pile of bottles and cans, and he had long expected this day, and he waved his hand without looking back.

Jiang Liao walked among the green mountains, his strong body like a wild bear, hidden among the branches and grasses.

The northern land of the dynasty is mountainous and has few forests. Walking through a few green hills, there are endless mountain rocks, black and brown mountains are undulating, all stones, not a single tree, not even a few clumps of green grass.

Roads do not become roads, and the valleys are full of stones of different sizes and shapes, making it difficult for people to put their feet.

Turning a gravel hill, an old man searched back and forth between the gravel of the valley, as if something had been lost.

The old man was a stout man, dressed in linen and brown, unkempt, and his piercing eyes were fixed on the stones on the ground.

When the spring was warm, all snakes and scorpions began to haunt the mountains and rocks, and the old man was catching snakes, but the way he caught snakes was different, which made Jiang Liao on the side stunned.

The brown snake's tail flashed between the cracks in the stones, and the old man didn't even attach himself to catch it, but just raised his fist as big as a copper bowl and slammed down on the stones on the ground!

Rumble!

A dull thunderclap rang out on the flat ground. Stone chips flew, smoke filled the air, and the stone the size of a basin shattered into powder under a punch.

The old man picked up a snake that was still bouncing by himself, twisted the snake's head, drank the snake's blood with his face up, and threw the dead snake in the air, and the snake gall remained in his hand.

What stunned Jiang Liao was not the old man eating snakes, but the snake catching method of blasting the mountain rocks with one punch.

Enlightened cultivators, after the apocalypse, will enter the realm of golden stones, all those who reach the realm of golden stones, all the strong, all the strength, one punch can blast out a thousand catties of great force. Bombarding the basin-sized boulder with a thousand catties of huge force may not be able to smash the boulder into flying ashes, but the old man in front of him did it so easily!

Jiang Liao's conceit is also a brute force, and his hands and feet are as strong as steel since he was a child. But he knew that it was okay to smash the tree with his fist, but if it was smashed on the stone, the skin would be rotten and the blood would flow for a long time.

How did he do it!?

Jiang Liao looked at the old man in front of him blankly.

The old man had long found that this sturdy young man was standing in front of him, and the old man was also there, and he couldn't imagine that he had met such a sturdy young man when he went down the mountain for the first time in twenty-five years.

Looking at Jiang Liao, who was standing in front of him, the old man raised his fist again and smashed several rocks under his feet one after another.

Boom, boom, boom......

The rocks flew and the smoke and dust receded, revealing the old man's stubble-red face, and said, "Want to learn?"

Jiang Liao, who was standing on the side, nodded again and again.

"Okay! If you want to learn kung fu from me, you have to go through my test, my test is very simple, you stand still, I will punch you three times, after three punches, if you are still alive, then you are my disciple, if you die, you deserve it." Would you like to?"

The way the old man in front of him accepted his apprentices made Jiang Liao very excited, Jiang Liao liked this simple and direct way, just punched three times, no need to talk about poetry, no need to pour tea and bow, everything was clear and simple. However, a fist that can smash a boulder can hit a person three times, not to mention a person, even a stone mountain will be bombarded.

Jiang Liao's face was blue and red for a while, and finally calmed down. With a resolute look, his feet suddenly stepped on the gravel road, stabilized his body, clenched his hands into fists, hung on his waist, took a deep breath and said, "Come on!"

To be able to learn such a domineering technique, what's the harm in being punched by him!

Before leaving Hengshui, he told his father that he wanted to get ahead. And in the army, in troubled times, without a pair of powerful fists, how can he get ahead! Jiang Liao believed that he had thick skin and rough flesh, and he would never be killed with three punches.

The old man didn't expect Jiang Liao to make a decision so quickly, and said, "Have you ever thought about what if I regret it after three punches?"

Jiang Liao said: "If you want to fight, you don't have to be verbose!"

The old man didn't laugh angrily, and threw a punch horizontally, his fist was extremely fast, mixed with the mountain wind, and he came to Jiang Liao in an instant, Jiang Liao took a deep breath and met this punch head-on.

In the roar, the tall Jiang Liao was blown away by a punch and smashed into the stone wall between the mountains, the smoke and dust dispersed, Jiang Liao's clothes were tattered, his black hair was scattered, and his thick and strong tiger's back was tightly leaning on the mountain wall.

While exhaling, a stream of blood also overflowed from the corner of Jiang Liao's mouth. calming down the churning qi and blood in his chest, Jiang Liao's confidence was even more sufficient, and it seemed that it would be okay to take a punch. After tidying up his dusty clothes a little, he stepped forward again and said, "Come again!"

That old man is a secluded cultivator on Tianzhu Peak, he has not descended the mountain for more than 20 years, and the three realms of gold and stone have reached their peak. The mountain of Tianzhu Peak is full of stones, a peak is isolated, towering like a cloud, the long-term seclusion is bored, and there is also the mind of accepting disciples, but once he went down the mountain, he met Jiang Liao.

The world's exercises are the most direct boxing method, the fist comes out with the spirit, the mind is electric, the second punch is faster, more direct, Jiang Liao has not even taken a breath, the fist wind has arrived in front of him, the body is like a kite with a broken line, flying out in a straight line, rubbing the rocks in the valley, like a gray dragon, falling ten zhang away.

The first punch of the old man only used fifty percent of his strength. He had the heart to test the strength of Jiang Liao's body, and the second punch was eighty percent strong, and the strong man in the Jinshi Realm punched a thousand catties, and the Jinshi Realm was divided into the King Kong Realm, the Immortal Realm, and the Upper, Middle and Lower Realms of the Consummation Realm.

The smoke and dust gradually cleared, and the valley was silent among the rocks for a long time.

The old man stood solemnly in place, staring at Jiang Liao in the pile of rocks from afar, wondering if his shot was too heavy.

With the old man's comprehension of the Golden Stone Realm, the sturdy young man in front of him knew at a glance that his physique was extraordinary, and it might even be the legendary iron-bone god. But even the Iron Bone Divine Body would inevitably be seriously injured in the face of the powerful blow of the Golden Stone Perfection Realm.

Jiang Liao, who was lying in the pile of rubble, first trembled his arms slightly, then groped again and slowly stood up!

The resolute face was full of unyielding expressions, the ground was like a knife, Jiang Liao's body was drenched in blood, and his clothes had been torn into rags.

Looking at the resolute young man covered in blood and walking towards him step by step, the old man was also moved in his heart.

Stepping over the rocks and stepping in front of the old man, Jiang Liao said calmly: "There is still a punch!"