In a blink of an eye, Wang Linsan is more than five years old, but he doesn't like to talk very much when he is young, and even looks a little wooden because of his shyness, the whole person is black, thin, tall, a head taller than other children of the same age who study together, and the five-year-old age is about the same height as the seven-year-old second brother Wang Linbei.

However, Wang Linsan's strength is particularly great, and he can easily pick up a hundred pounds of stones when he is five years old, and even the eldest brother Wang Linbao sighs to himself, and everyone who sees it is surprised.

At noon on this day, a sturdy middle-aged man carrying a faded and white burden led the three boys into Sanyang City. These three boys all look still naïve, the eldest is only thirteen or fourteen years old, and the youngest one is at most six or seven years old, isn't it the four of Wang Zhongcheng's father and son!

The group of four had just arrived in front of a tavern, but they saw a large circle of people in front of the tavern, noisy, and they didn't know what had happened.

Wang Zhongcheng didn't want to see anything lively, but he couldn't stand the curiosity of the three boys, so he finally got in front of the crowd. I saw that there were two young men in the middle of the crowd who were shouting and confronting each other, and they seemed to be about the same age, both of them were seventeen or eighteen years old.

The young man near the entrance of the tavern was dressed in white, with a delicate face and a sword in his right hand. The young man opposite was wearing a dark red robe, with a fleshy face and a fierce breath, and metal arm guards on both arms, but the most eye-catching thing was that there was not even a single hair on his head, and the whole bald head was bright and eye-catching.

The young man in white glared at each other angrily and said: "Ming bald, don't talk nonsense, come over and fight, if anyone loses, don't think about going to that place again!"

The bald man on the other side obviously didn't eat this, just pouted and said, "Just fight, I'm afraid you won't succeed, how can your Yan family monopolize that place?"

If you don't agree with each other, the two sides will move the real chapter!

But seeing the sword of the young man in white coming out like the wind, he picked up the sword flower and went straight to the door of the bald young man.

The bald head did not dodge, and there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Yan Qingxing, in vain your Yan family cultivated you like this, and you are still a skilled person in the realm of me, but you are embarrassed to take the initiative to call me a battle, I really don't know where you got this courage? If your cold-blooded sister comes over, she can still fight with me, you are still a little behind!"

The bald man's voice did not fall, and he saw the long sword stabbing at him, and only an inch was left to hurt the face.

In the blink of an eye, I saw that the bald head hooked up the silver spear lying on the instep of his right foot, and the silver spear that flew up horizontally was as fast as lightning, and the sound of "bell" just shook the sword blade of the young man in white who stabbed at the door.

After the weapon collided, the sword was knocked into the air, and the silver spear fell. The bald head is fast, and he picks up the silver spear that fell from him, clenching his hands tightly, sweeping with the momentum, and sinking vigorously!

The young man in white saw that the next plate was about to be beaten, but he did not panic, jumped high on the spot, avoiding the silver spear sweep, before the person landed, the sword in the air was already copied in his hand, that is, the sword momentum was urged, a tricky upward style, towards the bald left arm.

The bald man didn't expect the white-clothed young man to take out his sword like this, but his spear was old, and he couldn't defend himself, and the left arm guard was immediately broken by the sword blade, and a sword wound was suddenly presented, and blood spurted out. I didn't expect the long sword to be as sharp as a sword!

The bald man just froze in place, and said with an incredulous face: "Impossible, I am the second realm of the Ming Heart, how can I lose to Yan Qingxing of the first realm of the Ming heart?"

It's not uncommon for a high realm to lose to a low realm, but the bald man obviously doesn't believe that this kind of thing can happen to him.

"Body, mind and soul, virtuous and virtuous, king and emperor", this is the level of the monk realm of the Mingtian Continent, from low to high: Ming body realm, Ming mind realm, Ming Ling mirror, Ming Xian realm, Ming virtue realm, Ming Zun realm, Ming Wang realm, Ming Huang realm, Ming Emperor realm, Ming Emperor realm, a total of nine major realms.

As long as the Ming Soul awakens, cultivates diligently, and strengthens the physique, you can enter the first realm of cultivation, the Ming Body Realm. Every time you go up to a big realm, the division of the realm will increase by a small level: the initial Mingshen realm has only one small level, the second major realm Mingxin realm is divided into two small levels, called the first realm of Mingxin and the second realm of Mingxin, and the third major realm of Mingling Realm has three corresponding sub-levels, called Mingling First Realm, Mingling Second Realm, and Mingling Three Realms.

And so on, there are four sub-levels in the Mingxian Realm, five sub-levels in the Mingde Mirror, six sub-levels in the Mingzun Mirror, seven sub-levels in the Mingwang Realm, eight sub-levels in the Minghuang Realm, and nine sub-levels in the Mingdi Realm.

The higher the realm cultivation, the more difficult it is to cultivate, and the more obvious the difference in strength between each small level.

Seeing that the bald head was injured, a group of people behind the young man in white cheered loudly, shouting "Young Master Yan is mighty!", "Ming Bald Man lost"...... It seems to be happier than the winning Yan Gongzi.

And that Yan Gongzi obviously spent some effort, his white clothes were slightly messy, and he was sweating profusely, so he didn't stop immediately, and went directly to the sedan chair next to him and didn't show up again.

Those who watched the excitement were talking for a while, and some people said: "Yan Qingxing's realm is indeed lower than Ming Zhen's, although the big realms are all Ming Realm, but one is the first realm, and the other is the second realm, and the difference in strength between them is still obvious." But Yan Qingxing's weapon grade is higher, and Ming Zhen is obviously underestimating the enemy, so it's no wonder if he is undefeated!"

"That's right, Yan Qingxing is indeed an inscribed spirit soldier, but the long sword in his hand is an intermediate spirit soldier, although Ming Zhen is an inscribed second realm, but the silver spear in his hand is only a junior spirit soldier, and the weapon is inferior, and the loss is not unjust. ”

The weapons used by the monks of the Mingtian Continent can be divided into spiritual soldiers, true soldiers, treasure soldiers, and holy soldiers according to their power, from low to high, and these four weapons all have soldier souls.

It's just that the soul of the spirit soldier, the real soldier and the treasure soldier have no autonomous consciousness, and can only take the will of the master as the will, like a puppet.

Most of those who can be called holy soldiers are soldiers whose souls have begun to have spiritual wisdom and great power, and it is difficult for ordinary monks to see a real holy soldier in their lifetime.

In the Mingtian Continent, the Holy Soldier is a legendary existence!

It is said that the soul of some holy soldiers can transform into human form, temporarily leave the holy soldier and exist, and even act as the master's right-hand man, doing some inconvenient things for the master, which is simply like an incarnation of the master, extremely loyal, and only slightly inferior in strength to the master.

It's just that the time for the soldier soul to leave the holy soldier cannot last long, and every time he leaves the holy soldier and shows up, the soldier soul will have a long period of weakness, which will also affect the power of the holy soldier.

But this is just a legend, and no one has seen the real holy soldier with his own eyes, let alone the soul of the soldier.

These four levels of weapons can be divided into three levels: primary, intermediate, and advanced. The monk can upgrade the weapon, and the power can be enhanced with the improvement of the master's strength.

Legend has it that weapons are cultivated to a certain extent, and it is not difficult to level the mountain with a sword and hole the sky with a gun.

The level of weapons is different, and the power is different from the world!

"The Yan family and the Ming family of Sanyang City have been fighting openly and secretly for some time for the ownership of a fine stone mine, I don't know who can get it, these two sons and brothers are fighting, winning or losing has nothing to do with the overall situation, and it is the duel between the two masters that determines the final ownership of the ore vein. ”

Wang Zhongcheng, who has been watching the battle between the two young people, feels bored, he doesn't care who loses and who wins, he cares about the herbs in the baggage, I hope to meet a good master, in exchange for half a fine stone, it will be content, and then let the three boys who accompany him look at the outside world, and open their eyes is also good.

Wang Zhongcheng was about to beckon the three accompanying boys to leave together, but he heard a child's voice in the midst of various discussions: "Actually, the bald brother didn't lose, they had a draw!"

This child's voice is very crisp, and it seems so abrupt in many discussions for a while.

When everyone looked, it turned out to be a six or seven-year-old baby talking. This little baby, isn't it Wang Linsan!

"Little doll, how do you know they're tied?" someone wanted to tease such a little baby.

"Hmph, I just know that they fought to a tie, and the bald brother just didn't lose, I don't believe you go and look at the leg of the brother in white, the bones are all cracked!"

Hearing Wang Linsan's words, Yan Gongzi and his party were a little annoyed, obviously they won, but they were said to be tied by a little baby, which made them a little embarrassed in front of everyone.

One of them said with a heavy face, "Doll, don't talk nonsense, our son injured that bald man with a sword, how can it be said that it is a tie!"

Another person pointed at Wang Zhongcheng and said: "If you don't bring your own baby, you will suffer a loss if you chew your tongue!"

Wang Zhongcheng was obviously nervous, and hurriedly pulled Wang Linsan behind him, and scolded sideways: "San'er, you are still young, you know what to win or lose, don't talk nonsense." ”

Who knew that although Wang Lin was three years old, he was obviously a stubborn person, he refused to listen to the scolding of the adults, and tilted his little head and said: "Father, I didn't say nonsense, the small bone of the left leg of the brother in white is really cracked, I heard it really, I can't be wrong, but I can't see it from the outside, the brother in white must be in pain now." ”

The scene was a little embarrassing for a while, especially Yan Gongzi and his entourage, and they couldn't stand the questioning eyes of everyone. And the bald man Mingzhen was happy, and he had to sit in the soft sedan chair Yan Qing to walk down and take two steps.

In the sedan chair, Yan Qingxing couldn't help but grit his teeth, but he was helpless, after all, there was indeed a gap between his strength and Ming Bald, if it wasn't for the superiority of weapons, he would definitely not be Ming Bald's opponent.

The calf bone of his left leg is indeed as Wang Linsan said, and he was hurt by the strength of the bald man's silver spear, and the pain was unbearable!

Now that everyone questioned it, there was also the bald man who didn't give up, and it was really difficult to get off the stage, so he had to say in the sedan chair: "My son was indeed injured by the bald man's gun and injured his calf, and he only needs to recuperate for three or two days to recover, it's no big deal." ”

"Yan Qingxing really hurt his leg, oh my God, what this little baby said is true, so it seems that these two sons are really a draw!"

"This little baby looks black and thin, and he doesn't have an outstanding appearance, but he didn't expect it to be so magical! Everyone didn't find Yan Qingxing's injury, but this little baby said in one word, could it be that he has extraordinary talent?"

Surprised, stunned, excited, incredible...... For a while, everyone seemed to have shifted all their attention to Wang Linsan.