Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Battle of the Purple Mountain

Looking at Gong Jiu's body lying on the ground, and then looking at Zhao Mingyuan, who had no injuries on his body, as if he had just done a warm-up, everyone was shocked.

Even the person who placed a big bet on Zhao Mingyuan's victory couldn't help but feel incredible at this time.

Zhao Mingyuan seemed to defeat Gong Jiu with ease and unscathed, and even after Gong Jiu used some kind of forbidden secret method to temporarily improve his strength, he was still able to suppress Gong Jiu's head and let him reap the consequences.

It's unbelievable.

Even Shaman wept with joy.

Although before, Zhao Mingyuan assured her many times that his strength was above Gong Jiu, and he would definitely be able to win.

But she still always felt that Zhao Mingyuan was out of the face of a big man, but she didn't admit defeat and was just comforting her.

In fact, Shaman was ready to die with Zhao Mingyuan if he was defeated and died.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Mingyuan really gave everyone a surprise.

Although the result was unexpected by many people, since Wu Ming chose Zhao Mingyuan as his heir, he naturally had his reasons.

Quite a few people only thought of this at this time.

It's not that they're not smart enough, it's that Gong Jiu's power is too strong.

Now that they saw Gong Jiu's corpse, they suddenly woke up.

No wonder Wu Ming chose Zhao Mingyuan as his heir, it is indeed Zhao Mingyuan who is stronger, and sure enough, Wu Ming's vision is better.

Many people came to Zhao Mingyuan to congratulate him, and some even shouted out the title of "Young Island Master". A chaotic group of people gathered in front of Zhao Mingyuan, making Zhao Mingyuan also at a loss for a while.

After all, if you don't stretch out your hand and don't hit the smiling person, they all say congratulations in their mouths, and Zhao Mingyuan is not easy to drive people away.

Fortunately, Zhao Mingyuan saw Wu Ming waving his hand.

Soon, the crowd finally dispersed. Only Wu Ming, Sha Man, Beef Soup, and Zhao Mingyuan remained, as well as the corpses of Di Gong Jiu.

Looking at the hateful gaze of the beef soup, Zhao Mingyuan sighed.

There is chaos in this world, either you kill me, or I kill you.

If it weren't for Zhao Mingyuan's superior skills, then he would be the one who fell to the ground now, and when the time comes, how many people will be sad?

However, looking at the tears still hanging on Shaman's face beside him, Zhao Mingyuan felt warm in his heart. There are still people in this world who care about me and will cry for me.

However, seeing the little old man Wu Ming who walked to him, Zhao Mingyuan quickly came to his senses.

The world is still dominated by the strong.

Just because Wu Ming wants a better and more suitable heir, Zhao Mingyuan and Gong Jiu, two people who have never known each other, will fight to the death under Wu Ming's design, and only one can survive.

Now that Gong Jiu is dead, he can barely accept it.

But what if it was you who fell?

Gong Jiu, a disciple cultivated by Wu Ming since childhood, died in front of him, and Wu Ming didn't look sad in the slightest.

If he died, he wouldn't even look at it.

Therefore, this world is still controlled by the strong.

I'm still not strong enough, I can't indulge in beauty, I still have to keep getting stronger!

Wu Ming came to him, looked Zhao Mingyuan up and down carefully, and said for a long time: "You really exceeded my expectations.

You also used the Blood Burning Dafa?

However, it seems that you have no consequences. It's just that there is a big loss of qi and blood, as long as you make up for it.

And Gong Jiu, who also used the Blood Burning Dafa, had already died there, turning into a puddle of rotten meat.

It seems that not only do you have a unique physique, but you have also improved the Blood Burning Dafa. ”

Zhao Mingyuan said: "Not bad. I improved the Blood Burning Dafa and combined it with the Tianzhu Rebirth Exercise, and created a set of Blood Burning Rebirth Exercises, which burn qi and blood no longer so quickly, and can repair the injuries in the body. ”

When Wu Ming heard this, he smiled happily: "Okay! Good! I didn't misread you, you're better than I expected.

Gong Jiu can only look at it, and he will be good at it.

But that's a far cry from a genius like you who can forge new paths.

I made the right choice.

From now on, you will be the owner of the young island. ”

Although Zhao Mingyuan has become wary of Wu Ming, he is now lacking in strength, so he naturally still needs to hibernat.

For the benefits of door-to-door delivery, naturally it will not and cannot be without.

After that, everything calmed down again.

I don't know if it's because Lu Xiaofeng didn't make trouble, it seems that the whole rivers and lakes have quieted down.

Zhao Mingyuan finally lived a stable life, reading books all day long, practicing martial arts, and accompanying his wife and concubine.

In this way, the days flew by.

Over the years, Zhao Mingyuan finally read all the martial arts cheats in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion on Nameless Island.

In fact, there are not as many of these books as Zhao Mingyuan imagined.

At first, he was frightened by the modern library-like environment.

In fact, ancient books naturally do not have as many words as modern books, especially martial arts cheats.

In fact, most of the martial arts cheats are probably only a few thousand words, and tens of thousands are already very few.

The cheats of Dugu Nine Swords are only a few thousand words, and the sword spectrum of warding off evil spirits is written down in a robe, and the great shift of Qiankun is just a roll of parchment.

After all, most of the people who practiced martial arts in ancient times were only literate, and their cultural accomplishment was naturally not very high, and many of them didn't even know the words, but just relied on the master's word of mouth. Therefore, most martial arts cheats, a few thousand words are not bad.

In fact, most of the books in ancient times were like this, and the so-called Book of Ten Thousand Words was already a huge work.

Therefore, it may seem like a book is thick, but ancient books were written with a brush, not in modern printing. Therefore, there is actually not much content in a book, and Zhao Mingyuan was also frightened by the room full of books at first.

In fact, it only took more than a year in total, and Zhao Mingyuan read all the martial arts cheats here.

After all, those top-notch cheats are not as many as you think.

In fact, it is enough for a sect to have a classic secret book to open a sect and pass it on.

Most of them are just ordinary martial arts, and it is difficult for Zhao Mingyuan's current strength to increase.

At most, it's just a matter of supplementing what you've seen, or occasionally getting a new skill or inspiration, which is better than nothing.

After reading these martial arts cheats, Zhao Mingyuan turned to other books in the Scripture Pavilion.

Starting from the Taoist collection, then there are Buddhist scriptures, Confucian classics, hundreds of books, and even various crafts, qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, songs and other books.

As long as Zhao Mingyuan is free, he will go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to look through it, which can not only increase his knowledge, but sometimes also have special insights.

In the blink of an eye, the three-year appointment with Simon Blowing Snow was about to arrive.

A letter was placed on Zhao Mingyuan's desk, and it was sent by Ximen Fuxue.

There were only three big characters in the letter, as if the sword was engraved with iron, and Zhao Mingyuan understood at a glance that this was the date of the battle.

As for the location, it is up to Zhao Mingyuan to decide.

The three-year period has arrived, and Zhao Mingyuan can't help but feel the great spirit of war, and wrote down the "Purple Mountain", the location of the battle.

(End of chapter)