Hearing this, there was a little silence in the air.

The things that can make Liu Ziyang wait for so many years in his heart will naturally not be a trivial matter, and it is very likely to be a major event in the world.

And there aren't many of these big things.

Thinking of this, Lu Shen and Su An glanced at each other, and saw a look of surprise in each other's eyes.

Su An thought for a while, shook his head and smiled: "I didn't expect this." ”

"It's funny, though. Lu Shen raised his eyebrows slightly, but there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

If it was really the thing he had in mind, then it would be interesting to see who did it.

The wind blows the meadow, and a few dandelions rise with the wind, shining in the sunset.

Liu Ziyang suddenly showed a smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked into the distance, "If it is unexpected, that old guy in Martial Emperor City has been waiting for so long, he can't sit still." ”

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The tide of the spring river, a glance at the sea,

The bright moon on the sea is born with the tide.

A majestic and huge city stood on the choppy sea far away from the continent of the four continents, and the sea water kept lapping on the shore, and the power was so great that it even let out bursts of thunder when it collided, and the sound was amazing.

Under the bright moon.

The top of a tall building.

A tall and thin old man in a heavy cotton jacket clasped his hands in his sleeves, dressed as a rich man, quietly looking at the sky.

Behind the old man, the two sides of the city head are built by the white jade base to form countless sculptures of martial artists when they punch, with different moves and different weather.

The main divine path at the head of Emperor Wu City is dozens of zhang long, so there are more than hundreds of martial arts sculptures on both sides, and there are eighteen unicorn beasts sitting in the first place.

According to the canonical system of the Tang Dynasty, there are only eight Emperor Shinto in Chang'an City!

Hundreds of martial arts sculptures, connected in a line, majestic and arrogant, forming a natural prohibition.

If it is a mortal or an ordinary martial artist with a low realm, he is not even qualified to come to the wall to watch the sea.

In the deep and terrifying sea, a dark shadow suddenly rushed forward at a very fast speed.

It was a figure, to be exact.

Emperor Wu City was surrounded by the sea, so that person actually swam directly from the sea, and the speed was as fast as walking on the ground.

In less than a moment, the dark shadow swam to the city at a terrifying speed.

The surface of the water exploded, and a terrifying fish as high as 100 feet appeared in the moonlight, its hideous teeth and dense fish scales at a glance, and it opened its big mouth and swallowed it towards the black shadow.

The next moment.

The strange fish penetrated through the back, and was smashed to death with a punch without any suspense.

The black shadow dragged a fishtail countless times larger than itself to the shore with one hand, and the moonlight shone on a strong and powerful body.

It was Wei Chan.

He grinned, he was in a good mood, and he had another game to eat tonight.

Throwing the fish on the reef on the shore, Wei Chan shook off the moisture and coldness all over his body, squatted down slightly on his knees, and then jumped up suddenly, and the whole person crossed a graceful arc in mid-air, and finally landed directly on the eighteen-story building that could hang the bright moon on the eaves and look down on the martial artists in the world.

Wei Chan clenched his hands into fists, bent down and said, "Master!"

The thin old man stretched out his hands, exhaled hot air between them, and said: "I can see the divine will of the wild punch very clearly here, it is indeed good, but it is a pity that one or two small beasts were not slaughtered, so it is a pity." ”

Wei Chan scratched his head, and a bright smile appeared on his dark face, "Next time, next time." ”

The four great gods of the wilderness have always been terrifying existences that the human cultivation world fears, but in the words of the master and apprentice, they are like cats and dogs, full of great weirdness.

The reason is simple.

Because they are martial artists.

The monks in the cultivation world, when dealing with the great demons with the rank of gods in the wilderness, whether they are physical or supernatural, will have a sense of despair of splashing stones.

Only Takeo is different.

Without the power of heaven and earth, he became a god in the flesh, and his arrogance covered the sky and the sun.

Although the life span is quite low compared to others, the more high-level and arrogant the martial arts, the more powerful the protective arrogance will be, and at a certain level, no matter if you meet people, demons, or demons, it is the point where all laws are inviolable.

One punch can open mountains and seas, and even make it feel like his identity is reversed against the Great Demon, as if he has met an ancient god with a peerless body.

Therefore, in the cultivation world, no one wants to be entangled with a martial artist.

And there are rumors in the cultivation world that the path of martial arts is the only avenue road in the human cultivation world that does not rely on heaven and earth to become a god.

The old man turned his head and asked: "Back in the fishing village, your wish was to become the strongest boxer in the world, and now it seems that you are still a lot away from this wish, because I am still alive, but it can also be said that it is a lot closer, you have lived up to my expectations, and in a way that I, no, all the martial artists in the world dream of, breaking the seventh layer, so..."

The old man paused, looked at Wei Chan and said, "What should your wish be now?"

Wei Chan was stunned.

After a moment of silence, he shook his head slightly.

Over the years, Emperor Wu City has only practiced boxing.

Before boxing has reached the top, how can you talk about other things?

The old man shook his head and smiled: "You can think about this matter first, the matter of martial arts practice, when you practice to a certain extent, sometimes when you practice boxing, you have to think about why you punch in advance." ”

If it were someone else, he could naturally hear a hint of explanation hidden in the old man's words.

However, Wei Chan is just Wei Chan.

No matter how much boxing is practiced, the strength of the punch is the child from the fishing village who was carried by the old man and came to Emperor Wu City.

As long as the master is still around, there is never a need to think about other fearless questions.

Seeing this scene, the old man sighed helplessly: "Silly calf, it's just a tendon until now, but it makes me a little worried." ”

Wei Chan touched the back of his head again, and said with a hint of apology: "The disciple is stupid, and he is ashamed of the master's teachings." ”

"Everyone in the world is saying that you are the second in Li Kua's father, if you are stupid, aren't those people scolding the old man in his mother?"

The old man shook his head and sighed: "The fist intention is so-so, but this temperament is really not like the old man when he was young." ”

Wei Chan opened his mouth, but he didn't speak, because suddenly he didn't know what to say.

According to the previous situation, now as long as you keep your mouth shut and let the master say a few words, he will naturally let himself go.

This time, however, something is different.

A pair of big hands full of strength were gently placed on the top of Wei Chan's head.

The old man's eyes were clear, and his big hand was gently pressed, and Wei Chan's eyes couldn't help but be on the big city at his feet.

In the city of Emperor Wu, thousands of lights are lit up and the stars are dotted.

The old man and the man stared silently at this scene, and the cold and silent sea breeze blew from the sea.

The cold wind swept through the cold and hard city walls, gently blowing on the two of them.

The clothes are slightly fluttering.

"The city will be handed over to you. In the darkness of the night, the old man whispered.

Wei Chan was stunned at first, then his face was resolute, and he said in a deep voice: "Yes!"

At that time, Emperor Wu Cheng had a lot of people who wanted to learn boxing from Li Kua's father, but there were even more martial artists who wanted to kill him.

Even today, this is still the case.

The reason is simple.

The road of the avenue can be walked by tens of millions of people, but the road of martial arts can only be defeated by one person in the world.

It is the so-called martial arts.

In the past, there were only 100 households in Emperor Wu City, but now there are 100,000 households, and everyone is a martial artist.

Inheriting this city, in fact, means that you have to be the enemy of the 100,000 warriors under your feet, and make that so-called battle of will!

The old man patted Wei Chan's head with relief, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but in that look, it was already a completely different scene from the previous rich man's dress.

The indescribable calmness and unconcealable spirit emanated unconsciously, and the breeze blew, as if the moonlight between heaven and earth had quietly gathered together.

Even if standing beside him at this moment was Wei Chan, who had just broken through the Three Realms Pass, it was still like a firefly and a great sun compared to it.

Now he is the Martial Emperor and invincible.

But no one dares to imagine that if it were a few decades back, how Li Kua's father would be in the prime of life at that time.

The old man took a light step forward.

Looking down on the city at your feet, just like when a person looked down on the martial arts of the world.

Think back to the past.

The teenager practiced boxing every day.