May 15, early in the morning.

The gongs and drums in the Wulei Gate training ground in Yuezhou are noisy, and the colorful flags are fluttering.

As soon as Wang Ming went out, he was immediately stopped by Song Que's generosity.

These days, he has been cultivating the Immortal Suo in the Great Dream Cave Heaven wholeheartedly, and everything else has been handed over to Song Que to deal with, so he didn't expect Song Que to have such a big formation.

In the distance, the old and young masters of the village who were greased and powdered in the distance beat gongs and drums, and the stands were temporarily built with bamboo around the practice ground, not to mention, this Song fat man actually built an eight-sided bamboo platform, and it was very interesting to see some gossip from the air.

There is a passage between each "hexagram", and it can be seen that it is a fine sifted loess paving.

Outside the passage, there are samurai spontaneously maintaining order, and there is a large bamboo basket at the entrance of the passage, which is woven by the village elders, which is not delicate but looks solid.

Interestingly, a long bamboo board is inserted into the large bamboo basket, which is dipped in cinnabar and written with five large characters "Samurai Relief Society", and there is a small cinnabar character next to it.

Wang Ming glanced at it, and knew that he had no intention of telling Song Que about "insurance" and "charity", and he listened to it, and turned it into reality.

As long as you invest a certain amount of money and goods in the "Samurai Relief Association", you can enjoy a certain amount of relief in the future, such as being injured and urgently needing pills, money and food, etc.

Wang Ming noticed that Song Que invited the little dolls he taught in that village to explain on the side, some of the warriors listened to it and paid for it very happily, and some of them still took out things although they were reluctant, after all, it was not bad to be able to get an audit qualification if they couldn't report their names, and the key was to shoot at will.

Wang Ming glanced at Song Que, Song Que blinked, and looked like "everything is in a word". Wang Ming said in his heart that Song Que is not a martial arts genius, but he is definitely a business genius, this guy is not only able to draw inferences, but also has super execution.

"Don't worry, boss, I didn't make a wish, I just said that anyone who joins the donor can find the Wulei Gate Courtyard if they have difficulties in the Wulei Gate Annex. ”

Wang Ming nodded and said, "Since you have started, you will do it with your heart." ”

Song Que didn't speak, and bent down seriously.

Wang Ming felt a little, as if he was the big president, he was very stylish, and Song Que was the regional president, and he was inspecting the territory at the moment.

The power of the sect and the family is probably pursued by people outside the martial arts, and this is the power of authority.

Of course, Wang Ming only felt the same slightly, and then threw it away, and his eyes fell on the more than 400 warriors who were already dressed in short-clothed samurai training clothes on the training ground.

More than 400 good people stood quietly, like javelins, like knives and axes, their talents and circumstances were not good, and some were even very mediocre, but their eyes were warm, and the expressions on their faces were simple, which was the heart of the Tao.

Wang Ming seemed to hear the sound of a thumping heartbeat, and his heart was touched, which made his whole body's qi and blood circulating, steaming, and steaming, and the entire practice ground seemed to be about to become a field.

Under Wang Ming's heart, Shi Yunxiao Martial Domain was not only shrouded in the practice ground, but also in the entire Wulei Gate Courtyard and that village. At this moment, the sights of those martial arts martial arts masters who hid farther away but couldn't pull down their eyes suddenly became confused.

Martial Domain!

When he was fighting Yun Haotian in the arena to the death, Wang Ming obviously hadn't formed a martial domain, but now it has been formed. The speed of this martial arts is staggering, but compared to the martial gods he has done, this is nothing.

More than 400 students in the practice hall stood and waited quietly, and the auditors of the Bafang Bamboo Platform were also seated, and more of them could only be seen but heard vaguely, so they refused to disperse.

Lao Shen and Lao Gu still stick to their posts at the gate of the other courtyard, but from their perspective, they can see the practice ground. The two of them didn't rap as usual, they just stared at Wang Ming, and they couldn't help but have a trace of expectation in their hearts, what will he say later?

The two of them sighed, and in an instant, the young man at the head of Haicheng City grew to such a point.

The sound of trumpets sounded from all directions, and the rumble was somewhat like thunder.

As soon as the horn sounded, Wang Ming was about to step into the arena, and Gu Liya's "Jiuhuan" remembered again that Wang Ming had served Song Que, and he had a lot of flowers.

After singing the song "Nine Joys", everyone present showed their faces with joy, and there was a wonderful feeling: today will be an extremely important historical moment in their lives.

Wang Ming walked away, and Master Wang, who was beside Song Que, nodded secretly when he saw it, some people are really born to know it and know it without teaching. In the eyes of Master Wang, Wang Ming is almost a quasi-saint, even with his calm heart, a pair of old eyes can't help but have starlight.

Among the four hundred students of Wu Yingjie, these people are not disciples of the Five Thunder Sect, so they are all called students. He saw Wang Ming striding over, and an extremely complicated wave surged in his heart. Once upon a time, he was with this man who laughed at Thunder City, and now he is like a star in the sky.

"Ascend to the altar!" Song Que said in a deep voice.

Wang Ming had already come to the bottom of the earthen platform, and he didn't see how hard he could easily rise into the air, and then sit upright on the high seat temporarily placed on the earthen platform.

Wang Ming looked around and said, "You can sit, stand, lie or lie down, as long as you are in a comfortable position." ”

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

Wang Ming smiled faintly and said: "I don't have too many rules in the Five Thunder Gate, and I have rules from the heart." ”

Most people are restrained, and only a few relax physically and mentally and take what they think is the most comfortable position or stand or sit.

Wang Ming didn't say more: "The martial arts road is a way, and the sky leads to the gods, but I don't know that the martial arts road is endless." ”

Under the earthen platform, on the bamboo platform, everyone's complexion changed slightly, what shocking remarks did this Wang Shaomen master want to say at the beginning?

"If there is an end, but heaven and earth, it is a martial way, connecting heaven and earth. ”

What Wang Shaomen said seemed to be a little arrogant, some people muttered in their hearts, but more people agreed.

More than 400 students are all interested in martial arts, if it weren't for this, they wouldn't have pressed all the treasures on the Five Thunder Sect like this. Therefore, Wang Mingyan said that the martial arts are endless, and they can only feel excited and encouraged.

"It's ridiculous, such a fallacy, where are the gods?!" A voice like rolling thunder suddenly came from the sky, and a red-faced old man appeared in the sky above the south of the practice ground, no more than a foot tall, and his eyes were as bright as the sun and the moon, making people dare not look directly.

"Don't be ashamed, martial arts stop at the gods, this is the common sense of martial arts, I originally thought there were incisive words, but it turned out to be nonsense, boring and boring. ”

Everyone saw a white-haired old man with a big head in the sky above the north side of the training ground, shaking his head there.

Two old men with very different appearances, but they were the same god man on the top of their heads, their appearance was solemn and sacred, and under the light, the cloud martial domain of the Lord of Wang Shaomen suddenly showed a tendency of ice melting.

Two Martial Gods!

The Martial God of the Medicine King Sect!

It came so fast!