For a while, the ring was like a bright galaxy hanging upside down, and a little cold light burst out.

In a flash, the fierce force blasted out by the coming person was cut alive by Xiao Qiyi's sword, and rushed to both sides like a flood diverted by a boulder.

In two flashes, Xiao Qi's short sword had already been pointed on the coming fist, and there was no sound, and the fist had already shattered into countless pieces and fell in a swoop.

In three flashes, Xiao Qi's short sword stopped at the center of the person's eyebrows again, not a single bit.

The strength of the person who came was exhausted, and the shape stopped, only to find the short sword at the center of the eyebrows, and when he wanted to raise his hand, he found that his hand was light, his hands were already naked, and the fist fragments were falling towards his feet.

There was a soft pop, but it was outside the ring.

Everyone followed the reputation, but saw an inch-wide crack appear on the stone platform more than ten meters outside the ring, and they didn't know how much.

The person who came smiled bitterly, and finally shook his head to admit defeat, jumped out of the ring, and stood helplessly behind the door owner.

The door master's eyes flashed with light, undisguised, but the meaning was a little complicated, and no one could guess.

"In this ring match, we lost the Iron Fist Gate, how many of them, can you come to the old man's study to talk about it?"

The crowd on the side was full of surprise in their eyes.

The door master's study, that is the door owner's private place, the iron fist door for nearly a hundred years, but I have never seen the door master invite a person, and now a ring match is down, but it is nine people invited to live, this time, everyone in addition to surprise, there are more questions.

The six elders seemed to want to stop them, but they were glared back by the door master.

After the door master took me and waited for the nine people to leave, he finally walked away with his eyes lowered, and no one noticed the look of anger in the eyes of the six elders.

Door to the main study.

When I entered, the door of the study was slammed shut by the owner.

The first sentence of the door master was not to say it to Xiao Qi, but to face Tsing Yi seriously.

"Mr. Tsing Yi, can you use the means of life to shield this place?"

Although Tsing Yi hesitated slightly, but the door owner did not have any killing intention, Tsing Yi finally slapped it with a palm, and the sealing array was launched, and there was no sound here.

After confirming that there were no more problems, the door owner turned to Xiao Qi and asked the only question.

"Little brother can have aura?"

Xiao Qi kills people like hemp, but his heart is still mostly children, and he has seen a lot less sinister people's hearts.

Xiao Qi looked at me, and I nodded.

"Nope. Xiao Qi turned his head to look at the main road of the Iron Fist Gate.

"Tie Liang, the master of the Iron Fist Gate, has seen the young patriarch!" The Lord of the Iron Fist Gate roared, the sound was like a cuckoo crying blood, and then his legs were bent, and the tall figure had already knelt down on his knees with a pop, a dignified seven-foot tough guy, but his tears were like broken threads like bead curtains, falling in strings along the angular face, and the whole person was even more like losing all his strength, and Zi Yiyi was already paralyzed.

Tsing Yi's hand was fast, and he had already caught the main body of the door in a flash, his fingers were raised, and the light of the soul control technique flowed in his fingertips, pointing out, but after hesitating again and again, he finally let out a light sigh and put down his fingers.

Maybe this is also a way to vent, or relax, like an old horse that has been carrying grain and grass all year round, and has a false sleep after unloading the grain.

After a long time, the Iron Fist Gate Master seemed to have regained his energy and barely got up.

A long sigh sounded, raised his head, and glared at Xiao Qi, who was still thin in front of him, with a happy face.

The voice of the doorkeeper Tie Liang sounded slowly, like the whisper of a person in a dream, like a woman who fanned her child at noon to drive away mosquitoes and flies, and her mouth was a sleepy and unclear nursery rhyme, more like a drunken person lying on a couch and telling a clear story to an empty room that no one could hear.

With the narration of the door master Tie Liang, we seem to be brought to a life of ups and downs and magnificent waves.

The Instrument Race, a race that is so ancient that it cannot be traced back to its age. An old man was holding a mud bowl and burning it on the warm flame.

The flame was warm, but it was finally scorching, and the mud bowl cracked like a dry river, and the old man threw it away, and groped out another one after him, and continued to burn.

After dropping more than a dozen clay bowls, the clay bowls on the fire finally took shape, rough as the back of grandpa's hands, but the old man held them in his hands and regarded them as treasures.

Flames rose from all corners of the earth, and people gathered around the warm flames, on which all kinds of utensils were burned, clay bottles, clay pots, and clay pots.

People began to sing, dance, and surround the flames with a look of happiness on their faces.

The beast stepped into this happy land at some point, and everyone began to flee desperately, and all kinds of burned utensils were shattered into pieces all over the ground.

The beast rushed into the makeshift house, and with a cracking sound, the beast pounced on the woman and the child she was holding in her arms.

The mud pot shattered in her hand, and the woman grabbed the pieces in a panic and slashed at the beast's throat.

Blood spurted out, splattering the woman and the child with a foul stench of blood. The woman stared blankly at the fragment in her hand, her gaze struggling to move and fall on the beast that was still twitching at the edge.

The woman's hands trembled as she casually cut the beast again, and a bright light rose in the woman's eyes.

The woman picked up the child and rushed out of the collapsed "house", squeaking and communicating with the people next to her.

The beast is dead or wounded, and eventually retreats. The people of the village looked at the fragments in their hands in shock, and after the howl sounded, everyone gathered around the woman and came to the center of the village.

The flame rose again, and in the woman's hand it was no longer a household utensil, but a flat clay embryo, and the firing process was simple and fast.

The woman lifted the clay embryo and fell to the ground, the clay embryo shattered, the edge was sharp, the woman picked up the fragments, cut to the side of the dry firewood, and the dry firewood broke in response.

The flames began to burn even brighter, and the primitive mud embryos were gone, turning into rocks and unknown metals in the flames......

Time kept rolling, and finally a man burned a short sword, the short sword was clumsy, like a child made by hand, but it was sharp enough.

With other humans and beasts constantly attacking the village, the dagger has become a must-have in almost every household.

As the population continues to expand, the things it fires have become more and more strange, and the way it is fired has become more and more magical and complex.

After another invasion by other humans, the village was walled.

The wall continued to rise and thicken, and finally in one, an old man in the square, holding a mud bowl in one hand and a dim short sword in the other, shouted in his mouth: Instrument Clan.

The crowd shouted and shouted, and the name of the Instrument Clan began to sound on the earth.

Some people left the wall and returned with joyful exchanges with the people.

People keep leaving, people keep returning, the tools in people's hands are becoming more and more refined, and the weapons in their hands are becoming sharper and sharper.

After repelling another beast attack, thousands of men on the wall raised their arms and shouted, their swords glistening in the sunlight.

The appearance of the sword clan is a branch of the weapon clan, and the birth is not a disaster for the protector clan, and the fold is for the long-term prosperity of the protector clan.

People gather together because of choice, because of the rights of the high and low, because of the interests of the poor, because of the life of the survival of the dead.

The rivers and lakes don't know when they began to ring in people's ears, and then they passed through like a wind, instantly swept all over the things, the sound of killing sounded, and the wine jug on the table also began to sound in the world. Grievances and disputes poured in like mountain ravines after rain, and finally converged into a surging wave.

The Qi clan is powerful, and this saying is finally introduced to the rivers and lakes.

If you are thirsty for talent, you have to snoop on people, you can take people by force, and you can make people have it.

Eventually, the Instrument Clan was no longer peaceful, and the smiles on people's faces began to slowly decrease, and more were angry.

Wars continued, the walls were no longer intact, and ruins began to appear in all corners of the clan.

Finally, a powerful person appeared, standing on the wall of the Instrument Clan, his eyes glaring fiercely at the people in the city, and his eyes were lifeless.

A soft shout sounded in his mouth: The method of refining weapons of the Jiaoqi clan is indestructible. The shouting is greedy, and there is no longer half a way to hide it.

The people in the clan raised their arms and scolded in unison, and the sword qi was as vertical and horizontal as a broken river.

The mighty man was powerful, but he was eventually pierced through the abdomen by a long sword.

The energy that destroys the heavens and the earth gathers, the sky descends on the mountains, and the earth is flooded with huge waves.

There is only one person left in the Instrument Clan.

The powerful finger pointed out, and the only remaining old man's dantian was shattered in an instant, and the aura was scattered like a frightened bird.

I curse you to be a tool for thousands of generations, people do not gather spirits, furnaces do not rise, and you can't read the sky.

The corners of the old man's mouth were closed with blood, and a smile was torn apart.

My weapon clan, no spirit, no flame, no sky, can also sword reincarnation, let you rest in the dead city for the rest of your life!

The giant mountain falls, the huge waves roll up, and the instrument clan is destroyed.

Blood spilled from the corner of the door master Tie Liang's mouth, Xiao Qi lowered his head, and he didn't know what the situation was in his eyes, but the joints on his thin palms were bruised and pale.