"No interest, what is this? "In the village, Dao Tianfeng's family. Murong asked, holding a slightly yellowed book.

"That's Daddy's warrior cultivation, don't move. Also, shouldn't you call me an honorific title? He said reluctantly, rubbing his head and wiping the gray sword in his hand as he spoke. Murong didn't reply to his words, opened the book, and read it intently.

Warriors, divided into five ranks. Martial apprentices, martial madness, martial arts, military generals, martial honors.

Reaching the martial apprentice level will be infinitely powerful, and the weight will be light. As long as the martial apprentice level cultivates the physical body hard, it can be cultivated without the talent of fighting spirit. Fighting spirit?Murong wondered in his heart. Could it be that the big guy and the Dao Captain used their fighting spirit today? Murong still didn't quite understand. He turned his head and shouted at the top of his voice:

"No interest, no interest. “

"Busy, don't worry. Wuxi didn't raise his head, but was holding the cotton cloth and carefully wiping the blade of the sword.

Stingy. Murong muttered. Concentrate again.

Martial apprentices can break through to become martial madness, and the strength of martial mad-level warriors can be taken to the next level, they can lift thousands of pounds of heavy objects, fold iron pestles by hand, and copper skin and iron bones. Martial madness can also greatly enhance and improve the abilities of the body by gathering fighting energy, so as to reach the supernormal realm. Above the martial madness is the martial master, and those who have cultivated to such a realm have begun to have a qualitative transformation. Not only can they burst out with powerful Dou Qi, but they can also freely manipulate and transform Dou Qi into various forms. The flesh is even stronger than the martial maniac, and the martial arts level can punch through the majestic mountain, and the stomping can shake the earth.

After breaking through the martial arts, the next stage is the generals, and the general-level warriors are higher than the martial arts in all aspects. If you want to reach the level of a military general, you must have an extremely strong fighting spirit foundation, and you must also cultivate diligently. The strength of the generals is indestructible, and they are rushing like the wind, overwhelming mountains and seas. They could easily defeat people below the rank of Martial Lord just by relying on their fighting spirit. A strong fighting spirit can form a barrier to block damage. The combination of perfect flesh and strong fighting spirit makes general-level warriors invincible in battle.

The last one is Wuzun, there are very few people who have practiced to the level of Wuzun, it is not enough to have a strong fighting spirit, but also to have a firm will to perfectly combine the fighting spirit with the body. The people of the Wuzun realm are not only the transformation of the warrior level, but a kind of evolution, the legendary Wuzun powerhouse, can make the endless sea roar angrily, let the towering mountains collapse, let the city with a million people collapse and destroy, they are the pinnacle of warriors, invincible existence.

Seeing this, Murong's mouth opened slightly, and he began to imagine that he was wearing a white robe and standing on the top of the mountain. A group of people under the mountain looked up at him, shouting Wuzun Murong!

This title could not be dissipated in Murong's mind for a long time. A bold idea emerged, and Murong closed the book and stood up violently.

He shouted: "I want to be a martial artist!"

Wuxi was startled by this sound. Raised his head and patted his chest and complained. "Stinky boy, what kind of nerves are you sending to scare me. “

"Hey, hey. Murong smirked, "Wuxi, let me tell you, I have a goal, I want to cultivate to become a martial artist." “

Murong scurried down from the stool and walked to Wuxi's side. Wuxi put down his sword, his eyes widened, and he looked at the hairy boy in front of him in surprise. He couldn't hold back and laughed out loud. Wuzun is the pinnacle of warriors, this kid won't be dizzy, right, and he said in the dark.

"What's wrong!" Murong frowned, looking at Dao Wuxi with a puzzled face.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, let's talk about it when you become a martial artist first. Wuxi shook his head with a smile and picked up the cotton cloth again.

"What, tell me the trick. Murong ignored himself and stepped forward to shake his arm.

"Don't move, stinky boy, I'll wipe my sword!" ......

While the two were chatting, an old woman came out of the kitchen. She brought a pot of cooked meat, and a tantalizing aroma greeted her nose.

Coo, Murong's stomach began to crumble again, it was a big pot, his eyes stared directly at the meat in the old woman's basin, and his saliva kept flowing.

"Childe, it's time to eat. The old woman put the meat on the table, nodded and turned back into the kitchen.

Murong rushed to him, tiptoed a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, chewing it heavily.

"Father hasn't come back yet, you're stealing it, stinky boy. Also, didn't you just finish eating in the afternoon?" said Murong a lesson, but his eyes unconsciously poked out the window. I don't know what happened to my father, so I'm worried.

"Afternoon is afternoon, evening is evening. Murong held the leg of the crow in his hand, and gnawed as he spoke. "By the way, why didn't you go to your godfather's meeting?"

Wuxi was silent for a moment, and said: "Father said to let me stay in the village, that ancient creature is extremely dangerous, so for the sake of all measures, a few people must be left." “

Wuxi's eyes looked a little lost. How he wished he could fight alongside his father. But there was no way, his father asked him to stay, he knew that his father was guarding the future of Zhulin Village, and he and the children in the village were the future of the village.

Murong stared at the lossless and worried gaze, looking a little embarrassed. He didn't know what to say at the moment, so he had to nibble on the crow's legs.

There was a strong wind hanging outside, and the windows creaked. The night is like a thick inkstone, so deep that it can't be dissolved.

Murong stared at the light in a daze. Suddenly, he remembered what Captain Bai Dao had said, and rolled up his sleeves violently. A black word is very eye-catching.

"Wuxi, do you know about my family?" Murong raised his head and looked at Wuxi's sad face.

"Why do you say this all of a sudden?" whispered without breath.

Murong hesitated for a moment and said what Captain Dao had said during the day.

After listening to Wuxi, he thought for a moment with his chin on his crutches. "My father once mentioned to me that when you were born, there was a vision of heaven and earth, thunder and lightning. My mother died on the spot. It is also said that golden light fell from the sky when you were born. And, what's more... Wuxi scratched his head, straining his memory.

"What else?" Hearing this, Murong stood up ecstatically and asked anxiously.

"Also, when you were born, a golden light fell from the sky, and it happened to be on you, after the golden light faded. It left a word on you. Wu Xi said.

"Then my father and your father hired a sorcerer to tell you that the word on your right arm has a mysterious power, and as for how strong this power is, the sorcerer does not know. He added helplessly.

Under the horn lamp, Murong's shadow flickered and flickered.

"I've told you everything I know. Wuxi stood up and closed the creaking window.

My father never told me about these things. Murong felt a wave in his heart, he looked at his hands, and he didn't feel any difference between himself and others. Could it be that I am the chosen one? A thought flashed through Murong's head.

Since ancient times, there has been such a group of teenagers, who were born with divine powers, extraordinary qualifications, and a strength dozens of times higher than their peers, and this kind of teenagers are known as the chosen ones by the world. They have a talent that no one else can hope for.

No. Murong shook his head, because he knew that he was not much stronger than others when he was cultivating, and his qualifications were not very high.

"I'll go out to see my father, and you'll stay here tonight. Wuxi interrupted Murong who was contemplative, and picked up his gray long sword.

"It's windy outside, so be careful. Murong said.

Before he could finish speaking, the door slammed shut. There was an instant silence in the room. An old woman coughed from the kitchen.

Murong turned off the lights, walked into the study, and lay flat on the bed. What is that power? All kinds of fantasies echoed in Murong's mind. After a while, he fell asleep in a drowsy state.

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