Xiantong Temple is the oldest of the many temples on Mount Wutai.

Wang Dashi and Huang Xiuxian are walking in Dongtai Wanghai Peak. Wanghai Peak is shaped like a standing elephant, not far from Xiantong Temple. Gradually march to the high place, look into the distance, the giant pillar of optimus rises from the ground, stands majestically, the surrounding mountains serve each other, the temple spreads the scales, the palace is towering, and there are pine and cypress in the meantime, simple and beautiful.

Gradually hearing the Buddhist scriptures reciting lightly, the wooden fish shallow sound, and the Buddhist atmosphere became more and more solemn and thick. Looking downward, even if there are thousands of people chanting Buddha, it is grand and magnificent, even if the Dragon and Tiger Mountain is holding a fast and dipping together.

At the beginning, when Wang Dashi came to Wutai Mountain, he was just looking for Wen Qingqing, if there was another reason, it was to be interested in the characters, martial arts, skills, and spells of various sects. But since seeing Huang Xiuxian, the burden on his shoulders is as heavy as a rock, and it has become his duty to shake the prestige of the local faction. As the saying goes, art is high and bold, Wang Dashi has no art and no courage, he only thinks that he will not embarrass the local faction, smear and shade the light, what kind of prestige does he have!

It didn't take long for Wang Dashi and Huang Xiuxian to come to the square in front of Xiantong Temple, where many sects had gathered, especially the Moon God Sect and the Sword Casting Gang had the most people. The rest of the sects, etc., do not know it. There were women with heavy makeup and cats in their arms, some were blind, and there were strange beasts...... A large box was erected in the Valley of the Corpse, and I don't know what to do with it.

Wang Dashi found a remote corner, and at this time, a tall man with a thick body walked up, and his clothes were embroidered with the word "wood", presumably a figure of the Sword Casting Gang. He asked unceremoniously, "Which sect are you from, and you deserve to stand here!"

"This ......" Wang Dashi was suddenly blindfolded.

"Hmph, this, this position is the first on the left, only the famous sect is qualified, you still know how to rank seniority? Hmph, according to my form, only our Sword Forging Gang or the Moon Worship Sect can stand here! You, what sect and sect are you?" When he said this, there were already many members of the Sword Forging Gang around him.

Wang Dashi clenched his fists and wanted to speak, but one of them was startled and said: "You are Wang Dashi......, right?

The Sword Forge Gang burst into laughter.

Wang Dashi could hear the root of these people's words, and he clearly looked down on people.

He took a look and found that almost all the members of the Sword Forging Gang had come, but there was no trace of Wen Qingqing. One more moment of stay, the more laughing stock it will be. He was very annoyed and hurried out of this place, but because of the large number of people and the hurry of his steps, he did not take a few steps and crashed into one of them.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Wang Dashi quickly apologized. When he looked up, the person who was hit was Dongfang Qingluo, and Wen Qingqing happened to be next to him.

Dongfang Qingluo was not polite at all, leaking a fierce fire-breathing look, and said angrily: "Hmph, don't you have long eyes when you walk?"

Wang Dashi ignored him, looked at Wen Qingqing, and said, "Qingqing, when I learn my skills, I will definitely come to you, you have to wait for me!"

Wen Qingqing's anxious eyes, a look of helplessness, Mu Ne's lips trembled, as if a passionate desire was about to erupt. It's just that she didn't say anything, took a deep breath, shook her head in a trance, and was pulled away by Dongfang Qingluo as if she was unwilling.

He understood at the moment and could see clearly how eager Wen Qingqing was to follow him and never give up. It's just that she didn't leave a word, which made her heart sour.

"Qingqing, what's wrong with you?" Wang Dashi's heart was dripping blood.

Wang Dashi was dragged away by Huang Xiuxian, and after turning around, he couldn't find a place to stay, so he had to rank behind other sects.

Suddenly, a squatting ball popped out of the pile, the squatting ball was covered with leather, oily yellow, and filled with rice bran chaff, the weight was moderate, soft and hard. I don't know who kicked me and rushed high into the sky.

Someone suddenly said in the crowd: "Hurry, grab quickly, whoever grabs the ball will not need to go through the selection and enter the burial sect for training!"

The news spread one after another, and after a while, it exploded. Moreover, all the sects and factions have arrived, and there are nearly a thousand people gathered in the square, and these characters are the elites of all sects and factions, who have come for glory and gathered for experience. The squatting ball in mid-air flickered and fell fiercely, and he was able to catch the squatting ball at this time, which was an extraordinary master.

The crowd was in a commotion, and they all wanted to grab the kickball.

Huang Xiuxian said: "Wang Dashi, this is a good opportunity, let's grab it together! We represent the local faction, if we grab the squatting ball, we will definitely impress all living beings!" After speaking, he rushed towards the place where the squatting ball fell.

Wang Dashi looked at it for a long time and thought: "How can you grab this ball, who said that if you grab it, you can enter the burial faction exceptionally? This is too outrageous, right?"

Hesitating, thinking, seeing that the ball was about to fall in front of him along his eyelids, he hurriedly reached out and waited. At this time, a fat man rushed over and blew along the ball, and the ball rushed high under the force.

The ball was on top of Wang Dashi's head just now, as long as he jumped up gently, he must have the certainty of taking it, but when the fat man rushed over, he used too much force, and he couldn't stabilize his heels at the moment, and hit Wang Dashi directly. Wang Dashi was hit by this, and his body had already flown away and fell to the ground. His wound was just tight, and he was bleeding from this fall.

The big fat man was quite polite, walked up to Wang Dashi, pulled him up, and snored and said, "Hey, brother, are you okay? You are too weak, you eat fatter, next time I hit you and I will fall!"

Wang Dashi patted the mud and dust on his body: "Oh, it's okay, it's okay!"

The fat man smiled and slapped Wang Dashi's body: "Oh, it's okay to fall so far, it's really buddy!"

His slap shook Wang Dashi's wound, only causing him to penetrate the bone. Wang Dashi was about to get angry, seeing that the big fat man was honest, apologetic and loyal, and he didn't say anything.

"Hey, what kind of sect are you?" asked the big fat man.

"Fat man of Mu Tie, such a strange surname?" Wang Dashi thought about it, thought it was really interesting, and then asked: "Why is it called this name, is there still a surname 'Mu'?"

The fat man laughed and said, "Hehe, when I was a child, I had a name, and no one called it for a long time, and I forgot my name cleanly, and I don't know anything about my surname!" His left arm is longer than his right arm, and his whole body is black, and he smiled at Wang Dashi: "I have no arm since I was born, my left arm is connected to a piece of wood, and my right arm is welded with a piece of black iron, and the strength is infinite!"

Wang Dashi was taken aback and said, "No wonder it hurts so much!"

"Hey, by the way, you haven't told me what sect you're from!" the fat man asked again, pulling his cuffs down.

Wang Dashi didn't want to tell him at all because of his face, he looked at the fat man and didn't know what to say.

Seeing him hesitant, the fat man smiled: "Hey, say it quickly, I will never laugh at you!"

"I come from the folk, the folk sect, it's really not worth mentioning!"

The fat man of Mu Tie stiffened his face and said, "Little brother, then you are not interesting enough, are you afraid that I will look down on you?"

The local pie has been burned, the mushroom master has also died, and the incense has not been transmitted. Wang Dashi didn't dare to say it out loud, but hesitated: "I am from the local faction!"

Mu Tie Fat Man was very surprised: "It's a native sect! Ah, I really admire! How good it would be if I was a disciple of the sect, how good it would be if I could join the local sect!"

Wang Dashi smiled bitterly and thought: "You really don't know the inside story, what a strict master Master Leng Mushroom is, how can ordinary people bear it? And the local school is getting poorer and weaker, who wants to join those who understand this situation!"

The fat man said: "I am a corpse-raising valley in the Western Regions, and I deal with corpses all day long! Oh, it's dirty and smelly! We are in the valley, very cold, we can't eat well, and we can't sleep well! If it weren't for the corpse-raising valley, cough cough, I wouldn't be so thin and small! The local faction, since it can be called the word "local", presumably every meal with wine and meat is living a fairy-like life! The local roast chicken, the local bone broth, the local yellow dog meat or something, that is all the flavor cooked by the Tujia! If I were in that local sect, I would never be so thin!"

It turns out that the local school in the heart of Mu Tie Fat Man is the life of a local person with wine and meat! It seems that he still does not understand the local school. Wang Dashi said: "Don't think too much, the local sect will not be like the fairy days you said!" told him that he was thin or angry, and inadvertently observed his figure: "Hehe, how thick is your waistline, why do you still say that you are thin?"

"Well, I'm much thinner, much thinner than before!" said the fat man.

Wang Dashi felt that his figure was like two big fat pigs hanging up, and he thought he was thin, so he really didn't know what to say.

"Hehe, have you seen that wooden box, where the domesticated corpses of the sect are hidden!" said the fat man of wood and iron.

Wang Dashi replied: "Ah, I have seen this wooden box before, and it is like a coffin. Earlier, I begged Mr. Corpse to take me into the art of study, but I didn't see you at that time!"

"Hehe, I like to travel in the mountains and rivers, and I am fascinated by the beautiful scenery here, and I am a little behind!"

Wang Dashi thinks that he is also simple and easy-going, and he is quite easy to get along with.

At this moment, a black shadow fell towards the fat man, and Wang Dashi shouted: "Hey, be careful!"

The fat man of Mu Tie was not in a hurry, stretched out his arm, followed the black shadow, and slammed it. I only heard the sound of "bump", and the black shadow rushed straight into the sky.

Wang Dashi looked up at random, and the black shadow was the squatting ball. The fat man regretted that he didn't get it, sighed, and took a leap, his huge body floated in the air, and five black iron fingers grabbed the ball. At this time, a figure suddenly appeared in the air, only to hear the sound of "brush", flirting with the sword, flashing out of the golden circle. Stacked and tumbling, the posture is graceful, and the chic is extreme.

This is the Imperial Golden Sword, except for the Dongfang Qingluo of the Sword Casting Gang, who will show it so proudly on this occasion?

The wooden iron fat man was disturbed by the golden aperture, fell down in mid-air, and fell to the ground with a "plop" sound. His body was huge and heavy, and when he fell to the ground, the earth shook and everyone nearby felt numb under his feet, which attracted a lot of jokes and attracted a lot of attention. One of them said with a smile: "It's really powerful, when we fall, it shakes the soles of our feet!" After the man said this, the crowd burst into laughter again.

Wang Dashi helped him over. The fat man of wood and iron held himself up, and said: "Grab a squatting ball, and actually use swordsmanship, it's really not ashamed!"

After speaking, he wanted to rush into the air to compete with Dongfang Qingluo. Wang Dashi hurriedly pulled him back and said, "That is Dongfang Qingluo of the Sword Casting Gang, this person is arrogant and conceited, let's not provoke him!"

The fat man of Mu Tie patted Wang Dashi's shoulder with a "snap": "Brother, why don't you rob it!"

He didn't realize his iron arm at all, which made Wang Dashi so painful that he couldn't move for a long time.

Wang Dashi endured the pain and said: "Brother Mu Tie, I am only the smallest one among the thousands, how can I compete with him—— and besides, I want to solemnly tell you one thing!"

When the fat man heard this, he was stunned: "I, I, what did I do wrong, how did I offend you? I'm a rough man, what's wrong, you just say it!"

Wang Dashi said: "Please also ask your iron hands and wooden hands to be merciful!"

In fact, the arm of the fat man who patted his shoulder had not been put down, and when he heard Wang Dashi say this, he smiled and said, "Hey, don't mind, I remember." Hehe, I, I thought I had made a mistake and offended you......"

After finishing speaking, he patted Wang Dashi's shoulder again, and then put it down, when he put it down, he suddenly remembered that he had done something wrong again, and when he turned around, Wang Dashi had disappeared, and after turning around, he found that he was sitting on the ground in pain.

The fat man pulled Wang Dashi up. Wang Dashi patted the dirt on his body, and then said, "Brother Mu Tie, after that, can you teach me martial arts?"

"Of course, my specialty is this arm, and we will be best friends from now on!" said the fat man.

Wang Dashi finally found a person who was willing to teach martial arts, and it turned out that this person's good kung fu was a pair of special arms, and he was lost at the moment, thinking: "How can my arm not be compared with an iron arm!"