In a clearing with a radius of more than 20 zhang, two shadows rose and fell. In an instant, there were dozens of dense "bang" sounds, which seemed to be the impact of weapons. From this, it seems that there are two people engaged in a fierce fight.

There were more than ten people on both sides of the venue, led by a middle-aged man, all of whom were watching intently, with serious faces. These onlookers were at least ten feet away from the people who were fighting, but as the two of them fought, a wave of spark qi kept rushing towards them, making their hair flutter and their clothes dance.

After a while, the figures of the two fighting gradually slowed down. Only then did it become clear that both of them were young people in their twenties and thirties. One was dressed in a red scarf and white, with a bright and handsome appearance, holding a bright silver tiger head hook, while the other was burly, with a tenacious look on his face, and the bright serpentine sword in his palm shone with a penetrating light.

At such an age, the aura released during the fight actually spread beyond ten zhang, which can be called shocking in the secular martial arts. However, the group of people all looked as usual, without the slightest fuss.

The handsome young man with a tiger head hook is named Huang Zhengde, while the burly young man with a serpentine sword is named Huang Zhengtu. They were not martial arts wizards, but monks who had just broken through the dual realm of true qi. The two are cousins and were born in the Huang family of Chunfu Mountain. The Huang family was originally one of the tens of millions of immortal cultivators north of the Wild Sea and west of the Rongzhou Peninsula.

The cultivation methods inherited by the low-level sects and small families are very superficial, and the external materials used in cultivation are also extremely scarce. Those with better qualifications can already be considered a fluke to be able to cultivate to the Seventh or Eighth True Qi Realm. The vast majority of people only pray in this life to cultivate to the third or fourth realm of true qi and live to be one hundred and fifty or sixty years old without illness or disaster. As for breaking through the spirit form realm, that is unthinkable.

Because it was destined to break through the spirit form hopelessly, this generation embarked on another path, called "Danwu Double Cultivation". Combine the cultivation of the True Qi Realm with the secular martial arts, strengthen the vitality inside, train the muscles and bones outside, and boil the divine weapons, supplemented by the technique of attack, in order to seek the greatest combat power in the True Qi Realm. Those Qi cultivators who had immersed themselves in penance to the Eighth or Ninth True Qi Realm were not necessarily the opponents of the Dual Cultivation Martial Artists of the Sixth or Seventh Realm. With this means, as long as you don't encounter a spirit monk, you are invincible.

In fact, in the history of secular dynasties, those famous fierce generals, armed with heavy troops and heavy armor, known as "ten thousand enemies", in fact, most of them were warriors who entered the WTO with the "Danwu Double Cultivation".

Huang Zhengde and Huang Zhengtu's cousins are the monks of a small family who have embarked on the road of "Danwu Double Cultivation". The weapons in the hands of the two of them did not have the slightest fluctuation in spiritual power, but they were very tough under the impact, and they obviously took the path of "divine soldiers" rather than "magic weapons".

These two weapons are very dexterous on the surface, and they are not heavy weapons like iron hammers and bronze men. But in fact, the rotten silver tiger head hook weighs 880 catties, and the cold frost serpentine sword weighs 640 catties.

At this moment, the battle between the two suddenly accelerated. As the blades slashed rapidly, the sparks crackled and burst out. In the blink of an eye, Huang Zhengde's tiger head hook approached Huang Zhengtu's chest and abdomen three times and twice, and it seemed that victory was in sight. Huang Zhengtu was in danger of making a move, but his face was still calm, and he retreated steadily for a while, looking for an opportunity. As the two jumped quickly, the onlookers gradually made a move.

Suddenly, Huang Zhengde "drank", and the tiger head hook backhanded a pick, swinging the long sword in Huang Zhengtu's hand, and then stabbed reflexively and stabbed Huang Zhengtu in the back of the heart. Seeing that Huang Zhengtu was difficult to resist, the short and sturdy middle-aged man in the middle of the onlookers had a gleam in his eyes.

However, at this critical moment, Huang Zhengtu unexpectedly leaned over and rolled to avoid the frontal attack of the tiger head hook. With a backhand, he handed out a sword and stabbed Huang Zhengde's wrist.

Huang Zhengde's silver hook missed, and he seemed to be a little caught off guard. Although the serpentine sword stabbed by Huang Zhengtu had obviously retracted its strength, he couldn't even avoid it. With a "snort", there was a sharp pain in the wrist, and blood gushed out. Huang Zhengde felt a strange force rushing through his body, his mind was dizzy, and then he collapsed to the ground softly.

Huang Zhengtu didn't seem to expect that his cousin couldn't avoid this blow, and stayed in place on the spot, a little at a loss. He was obviously the winner, but at this time, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he was even more embarrassed than when he was performing martial arts.

Among the bystanders, the short middle-aged man hurriedly stepped forward, took out a gray cloth bag from his arms, and took out a cyan pill the size of a soybean and fed it to Huang Zhengde's mouth. With a wave of his hand, two people immediately stepped forward. One person presented a yellowed shaku-and-a-half bamboo tube, picked out a spoonful of black and mushy pungent plaster from it, and applied it to Huang Zhengde's wound. The other person took out a yellow paper talisman half an inch wide and five or six inches long, bandaged and covered it. But after half a pillar of incense, Huang Zhengde finally woke up slowly.

The short middle-aged man and Huang Zhengtu and others were relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

The true transmission methods of the monks, such as the first-class magic weapons, are all combined with magic and magic to defeat the enemy, while the "divine soldiers" of the Danwu double monks, although they are very limited to the spiritual monks, are very powerful in the hands of the monks of the same generation. Once the skin is cut, the five elements of evil qi hidden in the divine weapon will penetrate into the enemy's body with the blood like a bone appendage, causing great damage.

Huang Zhengde was accidentally injured in the competition, and if he is not treated in time, he will become a waste nine times out of ten.

After a while, the two yellow paper talismans gradually turned white and withered, falling off from the wound on Huang Zhengde's wrist and turning into a cloud of flying ash. Huang's wound appears to have returned to its original state, leaving only a shallow scar. The short middle-aged man grabbed Huang Zhengde's wrist and said, "It's okay." ”

This person's name is Huang Murong, and he is over 90 years old this year. It was only because of his cultivation of the Sevenfold Realm of True Qi that he had such a middle-aged appearance. This person is now the head of the Huang family, and in terms of seniority, he is Huang Zhengde, the second prince of Huang Zhengtu's brothers.

Huang Murong glanced at the sluggish Huang Zhengde and sighed: "The spiritual root on your eighth grade is the one with the highest quality spiritual root in our Chunfu Mountain Huang clan in the past two hundred years. And the positive picture is just the qualification on the nine products. Before entering the valley, Zhengtu was not your enemy, and in just one year, the gap between the two of you was getting smaller and smaller. To this day, you have even been defeated by Zhengtu. ”

Huang Zhengde was blind, with a laissez-faire and languishing demeanor. It seems that the second prince Huang Murong's accusation has not touched him at all.

Seeing his languishing appearance, Huang Murong said in an accentuated tone: "With your spiritual root qualifications, it is not hopeless to achieve the True Qi Ninefold Realm. One day, if you can walk out of the Ruyi Gate, get the opportunity to achieve the spirit form, take revenge on the Song family and the Shi family, and the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the clan will be on your shoulders. You have to try to pull yourself together. ”

Huang Zhengde's eyes widened, staring at the colorful and strange sky, a sly smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he said weakly: "How to get out of the Ruyi Gate? What revenge Song Shi, Xingfu clan gate? hehe, haha, hahahaha. ”

Huang Zhengde's laughter became louder and louder, and he was extremely presumptuous. It's just that no one can hear that there is a sense of desperation in this wild laughter. Huang Zhengde had no respect for his superiors, but Huang Murong didn't say anything to accuse, just sighed. The dozen or so people standing behind him were all pale, and their expressions revealed a sense of frustration.

Looking closely, the place where these dozen or so people are standing is really a little strange.

This piece of hundreds of acres of dangerous valley is surrounded by cliffs on three sides, high in the sky. Although the valley is surrounded on three sides, it is very well lit, and it is as clear and transparent as the sun is shining. But when I looked up, this brightness was not the work of the sun and the moon.

The five colors above the head are blurred, the blue and red are like the clouds of glass, the five colors are intertwined, mixed into a ray of light in the valley, which is really eye-opening.

Not far from the valley, two rows of twenty or thirty spacious bamboo houses were built, enough for more than 100 people to live. The bright and tender green color on the poles and beams of this bamboo house has not yet faded, and it is obvious that it has not been built for a long time.

There is a boxy lake in front of the bamboo house, close to the edge of the three-sided enclosure, and it is only more than ten zhang away from the location of Huang Murong and the others. The lake is of a strange color and is divided into two halves. Half of the water is black like ink, while the other half is white and smooth, like goat's milk. In the verdant places by the lake, there seems to be a mixture of starlight and mist, and the brilliance is bizarre.

The direction vacated by this "Wai Sanque One", bamboo trees are sparse, and the greenery is covered, and it seems that this place should be connected to the outside world. Sure enough, you can see that many people dressed in Huang's costumes walked towards the shroud of grass and trees, and their figures disappeared in a blink of an eye. But not long after, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air in the clearing. Carefully identify, it was the person who had just gone out, and I don't know why he returned to the same place.

Huang Zhengde stared at this green mist for a long time, then glanced at Huang Zhengtu, who was honest and sturdy beside him, and said dejectedly: "Brother Zhengtu, the revenge of the clan is entrusted to you as a brother." The Huang family's competition is the last one today. Or if you learn from Zhengchun and Zhengyun in the future, you will also be up to you. After speaking, he grabbed the rotten silver tiger head hook in his hand and threw it towards the square lake.

Huang Murong was taken aback, but he didn't expect this Huang Zhengde to do this, it was too late to reach out and take it back, seeing that this divine weapon that the Huang clan had built with great effort was about to fall into the water.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion in the lake, and two-color waves five or six feet high surged. Immediately, a thunderous roar suddenly burst out, and a young man with eyes like a bright star and a dashing attitude stepped out of the waves in this lake, and looked at dozens of figures in this valley, and his handsome face showed a trace of surprise.

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