Since the change of the day and the founding of the country in Kyushu, the path of cultivation has changed direction.

Ancient martial arts are the ancestors of the understanding of heaven and earth, imitation of all things, the results of thousands of tempering, each generation of descendants are constantly thinking and enterprising, rarely holding the remnants of the people, that is because in ancient times fierce birds and beasts are rampant all over the world, and human society is extremely primitive, human tribes are few and weak, ancient monks as the most brave top combat power in human beings, must rely on personal strength to fight all kinds of fierce and cunning monsters, in order to ensure the survival and continuation of themselves and even the human race. Under this premise, learning and inheritance will inevitably be accompanied by continuous progress, tapping each of their potential, surpassing their predecessors, not only a martial arts culture, but also a necessity for survival.

But since the establishment of the country by Yuanba, on the one hand, the ancient monks have been dealt a heavy blow, countless inheritances have been extinct, countless ancient monks have fled and hidden, not daring to show their faces, on the other hand, the strength of the human group has been strengthened, and ordinary people with meager strength have gathered the strength of all people together through means such as building cities, refining weapons, and training troops, forming a power equal to or even surpassing that of the ancient monks. Individual force is no longer a factor that determines the survival and development of human beings, after relying on their own strength to obtain a stable living environment, human civilization has developed greatly, a large number of human elites have been tired of gathering and hunting food all day long, and have studied and developed human civilization such as agriculture, craftsmanship, and strategy.

However, there are pros and cons to everything, and the group's requirements for the individual are reduced, which directly leads to the weakening of the individual, and when the role of the warrior changes from a human guardian to a soldier, at best, he is a fierce general who can decide a battle, and the trend of deciding a battle is very reluctant, and the warrior has no motivation to move forward.

Therefore, after the emergence of the country, the rise of various schools of martial arts, are some grandmaster-level masters and even only able to dominate one side of the martial arts handed down by the inheritance, the highest goal of each disciple is to become a master like the patriarch, conformist, for most people, anyway, the patriarch is a successful great man, rather than wasting time to find another way, it is better to follow the path of the patriarch's success, even if it is not as good as the patriarch, it is enough to learn seven or eighty percent, few people forge ahead, Reform and innovation, such a result, naturally lead to one generation is not as good as the next.

One side is self-improving, and the other side is self-willing. Over time, the gap between these two groups of warriors has become more and more obvious.

Gradually, the monks who have been passed down from ancient times have become an unattainable myth in the martial arts, and in the minds of many people, the ancient monks practiced the most authentic martial arts, and the best blood flowed in their bodies, and they were born to be warriors beyond the mundane.

Only the descendants of the ancient monks themselves know why they are different? They still uphold the same old philosophy, that is, heaven and earth are teachers, and all the hard work of the predecessors is to point you in a direction, so that you will not be confused and avoid detours, but everyone has the most suitable and unique martial arts. You can never find exactly the same person in this world, and there is no exactly the same martial arts perception, on the way to comprehend the way of heaven, you can only rely on yourself to cut through thorns and thorns, no one can teach, and no one can designate.

Just like Yi Tianxing's father and son, they all practice the ancestral Three Yi White Jade Sutra, but Yi Lianshan is full of kung fu, and the ten ** are all on his legs, Yi Guizang is in a pair of iron palms and a yaoqin, and Yi Tianxing is best at fingering and swordsmanship. According to their own situation, they should explore their own advantages, develop their strengths and avoid weaknesses, and form their own martial arts style, which is the style of ancient monks.

It is precisely because of this that the politeness and respect of the descendants of the ancient monks are easily limited to a small circle, and there is more or less contempt and contempt for ordinary people, coupled with the history of the founding of the Yuanba, the support of ordinary people for Yuanba, the betrayal of the ancient monks, so that the ancient monks who stand on the opposite side of the Yuanba are deeply angry, although after thousands of years of baptism, they no longer hate ordinary people, but their descendants are either orphans with outstanding talents, or their own children, The children and grandchildren of friends are rarely involved with outsiders, which further creates a gap between the descendants of ancient monks and ordinary human society.

Under such a premise, the inheritance of the ancient monks is either a famous family or a family, the former such as Fengshan, Tianshan, Tiejian and other factions, and the latter such as Yi Tianxing, Jin Ziyou and the like, usually all of them are above the top of the figures, only they discriminate against others, and no one else dares to raise them.

Xiong Jiuzhou's words annoyed a group of people, and even Mu Yuelian was angry in her heart: "What an arrogant person!" However, she was indifferent, and she appealed to anger in her heart, but her face was cold, and she quietly moved half a step to Yi Tianxing's side.

Yi Tianxing was not a good-tempered master, and he knew Mu Yuelian's heart very well, seeing that she was unhappy in her heart, he couldn't help but feel angry and pitiful, his eyes flashed with coldness, and he laughed: "Xiong Kyushu? Which hillbilly took the name?

Xiong Jiuzhou smiled, proudly stepped forward two steps, did not look at Yi Tianxing, stared at Mu Yuelian with stunned eyes: "Miss Mu, I have inquired clearly, you are the same as us, you are also from a humble background, your parents are just disciples of the Shuangjian Sect, if it is not for a coincidence, you will not be able to catch up with the edge of a famous family like Xuandu Mountain! Participate in the grand event, fight for the cold people in our world, and open up a piece of the sky. This is my master's greeting, please accept it!" he waved his hand, and threw a bundle of paper rolls over.

Mu Yuelian stretched out her hand to take it, shook it slightly, glanced at the content, and said with a dumb smile: "Your son really looks up to me." He handed it to Yi Tianxing: "Take a look." ”

Yi Tianxing's eyes swept away, and his eyes suddenly widened, and his mouth opened widely: "Wow! Such a good thing, don't hurry up and agree! Please go and be the queen!"

Mu Yuelian couldn't help but lightly hammer Yi Tianxing's shoulder twice: "You go to die!"

Yi Tianxing looked at Xiong Jiuzhou with a foolish look on his face, and raised the scroll of paper in his hand: "Did you and this Heaven Turning King not have enough to eat when they were children, and their minds developed? When Chengping was today, you actually ran to the feet of the Son of Heaven and openly shouted that the emperor was crowned? Don't get involved with my friend if you are tired of living." ”

Xiong Jiuzhou snorted: "Today's emperor is mediocre, officials are corrupt, local tyrants are rampant, and the people are not living well, it is a good opportunity for my good man to make contributions! Only a son like you, who does not know the people's livelihood and suffering, will sing the world for peace!"

Mu Yuelian finally couldn't help but speak: "I'm not interested in your grand cause, please leave!" She doesn't like to argue with others, and she directly expresses her attitude without speculation, so as not to be unnecessarily entangled.

Peng Yibi over there couldn't listen to it for a long time, his mother was the eldest princess of Yu State, and Shimen was the protector of the imperial court, and his identity was there, he was definitely the loyal minister of Yu State, and he was already suspicious when he heard Xiong Kyushu mention any major events and grand events, and when the dialogue between the two sides became more and more obvious, this Xiong Kyushu actually pulled people to rebel in the land of the Fengshan Sword Sect, which was extremely arrogant, and he didn't speak at the moment, and when he raised his hand, the sword swept into the air, drawing an arc of light, and picked it between the chest and abdomen of Xiong Kyushu.

At the same time, Peng Bofu's footsteps moved slightly, sealing the retreat of Xiong Kyushu.

Yi Tianxing smiled when he saw this, flicked his fingers with his right hand, and a stream of true qi rushed out, hitting Peng Yibi's sword light, and the sword light rebounded into Peng Yibi's hand.

Peng Yibi was shocked and angry, and was about to ask, but saw Yi Tianxing smile gently: "Brother Peng, don't worry, since you want to do it, it is only right that you have to catch it all!" In the end, the voice was like thunder: "Sneaky things! Get out of Lao Tzu!" As he spoke, his hands waved out in a row, and the three gray-colored flying needles were thrown out.

I only heard the shouting and screaming one after another, and more than a dozen figures rushed out from the two areas, but a puff of poisonous needles fell, and there was no reaction at all, neither anyone screamed, nor did anyone resist, just like Yi Tianxing made a mistake in judgment and attacked into the air.

The group of people closest to Yi Tianxing had the worst skills, a rain of needles fell, and three of the five people were poisoned by the needle, and they couldn't help convulsing, seeing that they were not far from death, and the remaining two people were also frightened and embarrassed, standing beside their companions and not knowing what to do.

The martial arts of the other group of people were much more sophisticated, and a figure flashed out of the hideout, waving his palms, like a butterfly dance, taking all the poisonous needles of Yi Tianxing into his hands, and then he walked out of eight people leisurely, one of whom was the enemy Ming Zhenzi who killed Mu Yuelian's father and mother.

The person who received Yi Tianxing's poison needle was not very old, only in his twenties, with towering cheeks, eyes like wolves, wearing a striped leather coat, which was very different from Yu Guo's attire, and seemed to be an outsider, wearing a pair of silver, soft and casual metal gloves on both hands, looking at Yi Tianxing and sneering.

When Xiong Jiuzhou saw that someone was injured, he shouted angrily: "Yi Tianxing, hurry up and take out the antidote!"

Yi Tianxing laughed and said: "Who is such a waste when I say, I just throw a flying needle in my hand to say hello, so that I can shoot it, it turns out to be your accomplice!" ”

Xiong Jiuzhou's eyes locked on Yi Tianxing, shouted, waved the 10,000-word snatch, and flew towards Yi Tianxing: "You are looking for death!"

The sword light in Peng Yibi's hand rose again and stopped the figure of Xiong Jiuzhou: "Your opponent is me!"

Xiong Jiuzhou was angry and anxious: "Get out!" won a point with 10,000 words, turned into two silver brilliance, shuttled through the air, extremely smart, and stabbed at Peng Yibi.

But Peng Yibi is not a mediocre hand, holding the sword trick with both hands, pulling the sword light, winding out a spiral trajectory, entangling the 10,000-character snatch of Xiong Jiuzhou, and then reprimanded in a deep voice: "Explosion!" With a bang, the dragon-like sword light exploded into a little starlight, enveloping the whole body of Xiong Kyushu, and a round of starlight just swept over the cold light of Xiong Kyushu's body, and a new round of starlight appeared again, and the offensive was endless.

Xiong Kyushu swung bravely to protect his body, only to feel that the sword qi that was as dense as a shower hit his 10,000-character snatch, and every blow was like an iron gall smashing, extremely heavy, and he was so oppressed that he was unable to get out.

The situation of the five subordinates of Xiong Kyushu was even worse, the breath of the three people in the needle was getting weaker and weaker, and their bodies were no longer convulsing, most of them were not alive, and the other two, before they could support Xiong Kyushu, were pointed at by Peng Bofu and thrown aside.

Ever since Ming Zhenzi appeared, Mu Yuelian's eyes were completely attracted by him, and she didn't blink her eyes: "Ming Zhenzi, you came just in time." ”

Ming Zhenzi spread the dust in his hand, crackling a bonfire sound, and countless green phosphorescence light sprayed out from the dust and dust, and said with a gloomy smile: "Little girl, don't come to harm?"

Mu Yuelian gritted her teeth and said: "Thanks to you, I am alive and well, I must live well until I kill you with my own hands." ”

Ming Zhenzi looked up to the sky and snorted, and before he could speak again, he only heard a snort, the white light in front of him was dazzling, and Yi Tianxing had already stepped forward and stabbed his heart with a sword.

Although Ming Zhenzi was born in Xuandu Mountain, he was expelled from the division a long time ago, and later although he learned some kung fu in a mess, but he could not pass it on, and his martial arts cultivation belonged to the half-hangers who said that they were not high or not, and they were not low, and they used to chase and kill the thirteen-year-old Mu Yuelian very hard, and compared with today's Yi Tianxing and Mu Yuelian, it is no different from cloud and mud. If it weren't for the fact that he was afraid that Mu Yuelian would seek revenge on him, and he didn't die of the thief of the Taiqing Secret Record, and used the news of the Haitian Shuanghuan and the Taiqing Secret Record to impress the eight evil sect masters who Quyi had befriended together, he wouldn't have had the courage to appear on the top of Qingliang Mountain at all.

Ming Zhenzi had just seen Yi Tianxing's skills in the shadows, and he knew that he was invincible, and he was so frightened when he saw this that he didn't even dare to parry, while kicking the ground with both feet, he flew backwards and shouted: "Help!"

Yi Tianxing's shot seemed to be ferocious, but in fact he had no killing intent, he just wanted to capture it and hand it over to Mu Yuelian, seeing that he didn't dare to fight, he couldn't help but laugh: "Such a bad seed also came to die?!"

Seeing that he couldn't retreat, Ming Zhenzi danced and whisked the dust, turning into a miserable green barrier, blocking in front of him, and the phosphorus fire in the dust was flying, and the momentum was terrifying.

Yi Tianxing's true qi was swallowed, and as soon as he reached out with his right hand, the sword light was inserted into the green cloud.

After Ming Zhenzi's habitual poison dust and painstakingly refined phosphorus fire were broken by Mu Yuelian, it took three years of hard work to refine some phosphorus fire. He knew that he lacked the secret of the Northern Mountain Netherworld Sect, and the efficiency of refining phosphorus fire was too low, and he could not recover the cultivation of the Seven Evil Hands of Bibi in a short period of time, so he simply ruthlessly refined these phosphorus fires into the dust to defend against the enemy.

The secret phosphorus fire of the Netherworld Sect has a strong corrosive poison, whether it is gold and iron or flesh and blood, it will rot when rubbed, with this murder weapon in hand, Ming Zhenzi's confidence in self-protection is also sufficient. Who knew that his fate was ill-fated, the first time he used phosphorus fire to whisk the dust, he met Yi Tianxing, the white jade sword in his hand was invulnerable, sharpened iron like mud, and the vicious phosphorus fire was completely useless, and the white jade sword was twisted around the dust, and thousands of horsetails immediately floated out in mid-air.