Soon the sky became clear again, Zheng Bing woke up, rubbing his slightly numb body. I looked farther away.

The morning sun was rising, the leaves were slightly yellow and curled, and the dew drops slipped from the corners of the leaves, dripping the blades of grass, so they were bounced up and bounced on Zheng Bing's knife, and the sound of a soft whistle came out slightly. And with it, the light soon filled the road ahead, and a piece of light was in the east. It is also the place where Zheng Bing is going-True Soldier Academy.

One of the five academies on the Yawu True Soldier Continent, the True Soldier Academy represents the highest level of weapons used by soldiers. In addition to the major families, only the academy can better pass on weapons in the world. Therefore, this academy is the envy of all mainland cultivators and secular people. One of the important reasons for this is that it has the legendary seventy-two kinds of heirloom soldiers......

It is not the academy that arouses our strength, but the soul power! This is a saying that has been embraced by the True Soldier Academy for generations, and it has been passed down from generation to generation. It has never stopped to this day.

......

"Did you hear that?" there were a lot of people gathered on the road, and the focus was very serious.

Zheng Bing smiled, such things happen every day on Tiannan Road, or someone bullies or bullies others. Partial wealth and money fraud are all small strategies. In the rumors, someone actually deceived a soul, of course, this is a petty scheme, and only strength is the real thing.

"Soldier Soul, Green Rain Soul!" the people exclaimed.

Qingyu Soul, the third thousandth soul in the Soldier Soul Ranking, may not be expensive, but the legend is the same as the Qingmadxia Dragon Soul.

Zheng Bing's eyes changed, and he approached the group of people quietly. Soon, he found the focal point—a very fat man, with a red rope tied around his waist and a slender sword. And he has a big chicken leg in his left hand, and a bottle of liquor from the Red Chamber in his right hand, his face is full of oil, and his mouth keeps spitting flowers, like fireworks, which are very dazzling at first glance and disappointed when he looks at them.

"On the Purple Shirt Mountain, hundreds of people witnessed the continuous green light at night, and the green rain continued in the morning. According to the records in the history books, this Qingyu soul has appeared in the world three thousand times, and about 100 people have obtained it, and ten of them have finally been honored and have their own inheritance and title! Of course, this 3,000 soul can only be useful for the white and green ranks, and the blue, purple and red ranks have no effect. Therefore, what about the various forces!" the fat man seemed to be thirsty, and pursed his lips, and poured another sip of liquor into his mouth, "but send their little seeds, their heirs, to fight, and the older generation will not interfere. ”

And just as the fat man was about to continue talking when he saw that everyone was oblivious and happy to hear it, a sudden voice came.

"Get out of the way, uncle, I'm coming!" I saw a fierce man with a sledgehammer twisting his body and walking towards the fat man, "Little fatty, come here, I'll tell you about it in detail for uncle!"

The fat man's face slowly became gloomy, "Shi Yuanyuan, what are you little lady doing here?"

And the people around him saw that the situation was not good, and quickly walked away. It's just that Zheng Bing, who is still thinking, is left. Sandwiched between the two, the long knife was shiny and had a bit of majesty.

"Hmph!" Shi Yuanyuan snorted angrily, waving a sledgehammer, no matter if Zheng Bing was still standing there, no matter the passers-by, no matter how big and twenty-one he rushed towards the fat man. And the fat man also drew his long sword, like an orangutan holding a small wicker, but suddenly realized that there was another person in front of him.

The fat man is a body move, a long sword like a dragon, a momentum like a fierce bear, and a body like a butterfly.

"Ahh Zheng Bing blinked, saw a fierce man rushing towards him, and also holding a sledgehammer, he was very shocked, and was about to draw the knife, when he saw another fat man with a long sword coming over to his side, and pounced on the bear......

The sword picks the sledgehammer, and the sledgehammer presses the sword. The fat man's skillful force, while Shi Yuanyuan's sledgehammer was just smashing, a very simple smash, like moving a mountain, deafening. Passers-by all went, not daring to stay longer.

"The sword comes from the dragon!"

"Eighteen Hammers!"

The two of them each used their stunts, Shi Yuanyuan's sledgehammer smashed it, and eighteen voices quietly came out, and the fat man's sword was already weak but seemed to have unfinished strength. Soon, the sledgehammer was stained with blue light, and the fat man's sword was only flashing with white light, a difference of the first order, a difference of ten ranks.

Zheng Bing could see that under the suppression of the Qing Rank, the fat man was already powerless to die.

So, the long knife came out.

"I'll come. Zheng Bing said.

"It's none of your business, he's looking for revenge!" The fat man noticed that Zheng Bing was also a white order, and he could only be sent to death when he came up. After all, the gap in the first order cannot be stacked by the number of people.

"You?" Shi Yuanyuan's momentum rose again, and the sound of the eighteen hammers continued, like a surging river!, "Death to Lao Tzu!"

"I'm sorry. Zheng Bing's long knife white light appeared, his body did not move, and he waved it again! "You're not enough. ”

Shi Yuanyuan just felt a strong force coming, and then the hammer handle broke.

"Poof. ”

Shi Yuanyuan vomited out a mouthful of blood, and then felt exhausted, wounded, and suffered 800 casualties.

"Who are you?"

"Zheng Bing. ”

"Haven't heard of it. Shi Yuanyuan fainted to death after speaking.

"Brother is so good!" the fat man said as he ran over with his ass twisted, and no longer cared about Shi Yuanyuan's life or death.

"Is there any wine?" Zheng Bing asked very seriously, this fight was very boring.

"Some of it, some of it. As he spoke, the fat man took out the broken flask from his arms, "It's a pity that it's finished." ”

"Where is the Purple Shirt Mountain?" Zheng Bing felt that the fat man was a little useless, so he thought about asking a key question.

"It's five hundred miles from here. The fat man laughed, and also felt a little embarrassed, after all, he was a life-saver, and he didn't help much, and he ......

"Oh. Zheng Bing responded, "Then goodbye." ”

After Zheng Bing finished speaking, he walked along Tiannan Road again, about three miles away, and turned back again.

"That direction?" Zheng Bing thought with a black line in his head, thinking that this fat man really didn't have a score to do things, and he didn't talk about the specific direction.

"I'll take you. "The fat man is also full of black lines in his head, is his strength disproportionate to his brain?" ”

"Okay," Zheng Bing responded.

So, a thin boy with a big knife on his back, and a fat man with a long sword. Under Lu Hui, walk slowly. The fat man's chattering words kept coming.

"Why are you refining knives?"

"Are you the Zheng family?"

"My name is Ha Kariko, is it good?"

......

The sky slowly became gray again, and in the direction of about a hundred miles to the east, the blue light slowly flickered, constantly drawing a ray of light in the sky. The worldly people worship and watch...... And behind all this calm, white, cyan light surrounds the mountain. All the figures slowly walked towards this place. Fierce beasts howl in the mountains, fish in the water keep churning, and uneasy black shadows slowly envelop this place, this side of the world.

So in the distance, even farther away.

Something is about to crawl out again......

It was a hundred miles away, a thatched hut, and there were two people sitting in the house, one was wiping a sword, and the other was watching tea. The two sat quietly opposite each other, the moonlight poured on the two of them, and inexplicable symbols crossed between the two of them, fluctuating in the space......

"The 1000th year of the new calendar is very close. The person who wiped the sword said coldly, and his voice made people shudder.

"According to the history books, thousands of souls came out of the millennium, and ten thousand demons were slaves and beasts. The tea watcher thought about it and said, "Who is coming out?"

"I just hope there's hope. ”

“......”