After pondering for a long time, Ning Hongyuan finally began to understand a little in his heart, and said in his heart: "No matter which world is like this, once the reform touches the interests of the upper class, it will definitely be resolutely resisted by these families, maybe I failed to break through the martial realm this time, it's just like that!"

Except for such a reason, Ning Hongyuan could no longer find any other reason to explain the truth behind this matter.

Change and reform are like a war without gunpowder, a struggle to the death.

As long as it is the human world, even if it is the martial realm fantasy world, there are also reforms.

As long as humanity wants to continue, it must be reformed.

Ning Hongyuan, he is not from this martial realm world, he is a Chinese, but his destiny is not good, a lightning bolt brought him to this martial realm world.

Down-to-earth is the best quality of a martial artist, and it is also the basic quality of a strong person, and Ning Hongyuan happens to be such a teenager.

The most important thing in this martial realm world is not that you have money, but that you have extraordinary martial realm strength, and the status, power, and women brought by martial realm strength cannot be described in words, but the interesting thing is that the martial realm strength of many martial arts cultivators is also ultimately destroyed on top of these things.

The absolute law of strength is vividly demonstrated in this world, under such a law, a brilliant emperor may become a traitor tomorrow, and today's victory over orthodoxy may not be able to be added to the yellow robe tomorrow, so that the people of the empire live in dire straits.

In this martial arts world, things in the world are so realistic and interesting, justice will prevail, and evil will not prevail over good, all of which need to rely on absolute strength to maintain.

And if you want to become a strong man in this world, the blades in your hands are indispensable, swords, guns, spears, halberds, bows and crossbows, and even the Demon Realm Martial Venerable holds the Death Scythe in his hand, controls the will to die, and can even pull the soul of the other party.

This is a world of martial arts fighting, all kinds of martial arts are wonderful, all kinds of thaumaturgy are all-encompassing, and on the other hand, it is also a world of weapons fighting.

And the soul law that dominates all this is the true element of the martial realm in the body of the person who cultivates martial arts, no matter what kind of weapon, no matter what kind of martial arts, and no matter what kind of sword martial arts, this rule of the game must be followed.

According to the simplest classification, if the true element in the body is immeasurable, it can split mountains and cut clouds, such a martial artist is a strong person, if the true element in the body is like a stream passing through a gap, then even the trees cannot be cut off, this kind of martial artist is a weak person.

Then, according to the capacity of a martial artist's body true element, the degree of control over the true element in the body, and the recovery speed of the true element, the three levels are comprehensively divided, and the martial realm of a martial artist can be divided into ten martial realm levels: Person, Guest, Division, King, Honor, Emperor, Saint, Extreme, Emperor, and God.

The world of the Shenxia Martial Realm is also a world of weapons contention, so for the title of a martial artist, you can use weapons to combine with levels, such as a person who learns swords, called a swordsman, a swordsman, a swordsman, etc., if it is a person who practices a bow, it is called an archer, a bow emperor, a bow saint, and so on.

In addition to this basic classification, for some martial arts cultivators who are good at illusion, as well as people like doctors, the strong among them are called "medical saints, medical saints", "phantom saints, illusion honors", etc., when this kind of martial arts realm powerhouses cultivate to a certain level, they are also prominent figures who are amazed.

Swordsman line, dominate the world, this is Ning Hongyuan's ideal in his previous life.

"The sword qi spans ninety thousand miles, and one sword light colds nineteen continents!"

In this world full of martial realm sword intent, this is by no means a lie.

Now, the twenty-four-year-old Ning Hongyuan has broken through the strength of the third stage of the swordsman, which seems insignificant, but among his peers, he is already a rising martial arts star.

In this Martial Realm universe, the lifespan of a martial artist cultivator can be dozens of times, or even a hundred times longer than his original world, and there are many Martial Realm Venerables who have lived for tens of millions of years, so Ning Hongyuan's entry into the third stage of the sword master at the age of twenty-four is definitely a great achievement, and he has been named a genius by everyone in the sect because of this.

If he continues to cultivate according to this opportunity, he can become a famous contemporary young hero, but unfortunately there are many good things, in this world, how can life be so smooth sailing?

Three years ago, after Ning Hongyuan was inexplicably dizzy for seven days and seven nights, his strength could no longer be refined, and the ensuing gossip made him learn from the pain and taste all the warmth and coldness of life.

Coincidentally, today happens to be the full three years after Ning Hongyuan fell asleep that night.

At this moment, Ning Hongyuan suppressed the resentment in his heart, and quietly listened to the gossip on the roof, he wanted to see what this group of elders with ghosts wanted to do in their hearts.

"Yes, some time ago was the day when the younger generation tested the Sword Realm, as the son of the Divine Sword Sect Master, he should have set an example for the younger generation, but he didn't expect that he would not even be able to reach the fourth stage of the Sword Sect!

Hearing that this elder, who had always been respected by himself, suddenly said the same words as others at this moment, how could Ning Hongyuan not have mixed feelings in his heart, you know, he had always respected this elder in the past!

What would it be like for an elder who he had always respected to suddenly one day be sarcastic and sarcastic behind your back, just like that group of snobs?

"What can't you say to your face? Do you have to poke me in the back? It's true that I failed to break through the martial realm, so why don't you find me and blame me to my face? Do you have to do this?"

"I can't imagine that Elder Shen is like this, I, Ning Hongyuan, really misjudged him back then! I think that when his son failed to advance to the fourth stage of the Sword Cultivator, if it wasn't for my kind words in front of my father, his son would have been expelled from my Divine Sword Sect a long time ago. ”

Thinking of these pasts, Ning Hongyuan was filled with grief and indignation in his heart, and he clenched his fists fiercely, and blood poured down the cracks in his palms.

Raising his head and looking at the vast starry sky, how could he not sigh in his heart, and said in his heart: "Hey, it is really difficult to be a good person in this martial arts world, but why did I help him back then! Isn't it asking for hardship? Ridiculous, ridiculous, I am really ridiculous!"

The past was like smoke, like waking up from a dream, Ning Hongyuan suddenly laughed softly under the dim night sky.

In his heart, people should basically know how to be grateful, how did it become what it is today?

"How could this be! I'm a dignified young sect master!"

"Perhaps, I'm just a young man who hasn't dried up, how can this group of elders who think highly of themselves be grateful for my kindness?"

After comforting himself like this, Ning Hongyuan felt that he couldn't wait like this any longer, he had to find a reason to let him stay here, otherwise, he would definitely not endure these cynicisms anymore.

He was still young after all, so he couldn't stand it.

But he knew he still had a long way to go, so he forced himself to learn to endure.

Either leave, or go down and find an explanation.

No longer erupts in silence, but perishes in silence.

Subsequently, he chose to remain silent.

After making a decision, Ning Hongyuan's eyes suddenly closed slightly, and he began to condense his body's true essence on the black jade ring on his thumb.

After a while, I saw a faint obsidian light gently appear on the black jade ring, although the black light was not dazzling, but it was as deep as the hell fire.

The black jade ring in Ning Hongyuan's hand was the truth that he stopped moving forward after breaking through the bottleneck after the third stage of the swordsman.

Looking at this black jade ring that brought him pain and growth, he smiled noncommittally and began to communicate with the host of this ring through his soul consciousness.

After a while, his mind and consciousness were indeed gradually connected with the host of the black jade ring.

"Demon Venerable, did you let me come here, did you just let me listen to how this group of people watched my jokes behind my back? Instead of wasting time here, I might as well go to the sword training room and cultivate the sword realm!" Ning Hongyuan asked first.