It seems to be so simple that it is incompatible with Chang'an's great country atmosphere and extravagant style, but in fact, there is a quaint atmosphere everywhere in the martial arts arena, one hundred and fifty years of time seems to be frozen here, in a trance, it seems that you can still see the real smiles on the faces of those big people who are still alive when this place was first completed.

The original appearance of this martial arts arena is undoubtedly a microcosm of Daluo back then, after Emperor Taizu personally ended the troubled times and unified Kyushu, the entire Central Plains is a hundred wastes waiting to be rebuilt, just waiting for a good time to cultivate, all the goodness seems to be visible, but also touchable future.

Indeed, in the past 150 years, Da Luo has twice ushered in its glorious prosperity, which is the result of the unremitting self-improvement of future generations, just like their ancestors, striving for self-improvement.

It's just that, with the development of time, whether it is this unprecedented prosperous Chang'an City, or this entire dynasty, it will inevitably fall into its rotten fate, just like its predecessors, slowly, but unstoppably towards the destined end.

The current Chang'an, full of lights, drunken and golden, extravagant, and lifeless, even the martial arts meeting that once attracted martial artists from all over the world to come from thousands of miles to participate in the competition on the same stage and highlight the national fortune is now just a tool for a small group of people to achieve their ulterior purposes.

There is nothing in the world that can last forever, food will rot, feelings will spoil, even empires that were once as brilliant as the sun.

Living in such an era, perhaps, only this life-fighting martial arts fight is the most real.

Li Qingchen closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the cool and natural moist air of the early morning, which was the most comfortable time in the entire boring summer of Chang'an, but the irony was that the children almost never woke up at such a time.

He let out a slow breath of cloudy air, though he didn't have to.

To be honest, before he really set foot here, he never thought that he could go so far, but things often don't develop according to people's expectations, or maybe the world just likes to go against people, no matter what a person thinks or does, it seems that he can't change the two heavy words of fate.

It's good and it's not good.

He lowered his head, and in the black and white pupils, a small flame in his palm was reflected, which was a sign that he was about to break through to the fourth grade.

If this is the arrangement of fate, then he will accept it.

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Today, Lao Wang's face rarely changed a little gloomy, or solemn, and the martial arts uniform of Chang'an Town Martial Arts he wore was unprecedentedly clean and tidy, just like the feeling he gave people today.

Whether many things are worth talking about depends entirely on people, such as clean clothes, which is nothing to ordinary people, but anyone who is a little willing to pay attention to it is a farmer who works in the field, and will carefully clean the mud between his fingers in his spare time, but for Lao Wang, a person who has never paid attention to appearance, he carefully trimmed his beard and changed into clean and tidy clothes, which is definitely a rare thing.

Those who are familiar with him sometimes even think that in his life, he may have to wait until the time of burial to dress up a little fresher, but when it comes to that time, he can't help it.

Standing in the center of the ring, and at the same time the center of the entire martial arts arena, as if it is a giant pillar of the sky, supporting this small world, Lao Wang is looking forward to it, and he really has what he should have, a special temperament that belongs to the strong.

Step by step, steadily climb to the top of the mountain, and then lower your head to look at the people around you one by one, you should have the mood of seeing all the mountains and small ones.

The prince of the general, the prince of Zhu Zi, the wealth of the world, what do I mean?

This is the bearing that a great martial arts master should have, the rules of the world, if you don't add me, even if you are a true dragon emperor, you can't command me in front of me, if you annoy me, just use those fists to beat the palace and get away with the world.

The reason why the Wusi of Chang'an Town can be the yamen that Da Luo does not need to abide by the rules is really just an edict of Emperor Taizu back then, of course not, for one hundred and fifty years, this is the privilege they have won with their own hands.

After Lao Wang took one hand, the other hand was raised flat, just a slight shake, the white paper in his hand was the bottom, and a scroll with black characters on the book naturally fell, unfolded, revealing the two names embroidered above, his mouth was open, and there was immediately a thick voice echoing in the sky above the entire martial arts arena, as if the gods roared, the majesty was unparalleled, the law decree descended, and the people bowed their heads.

"The first battle, Youzhou, Li Qingchen, the battle, Chang'an, Yang Chen!

When Li Qingchen heard this, his spirits perked up, and while turning his wrist, he put the five fingers that were originally spread out together into a fist, and extinguished the small flame rising in his palm, he stood up, strutted forward, and walked towards the ring.

Step by step farther and step by step, run faster step by step!

And the same was true of Yang Chen on the other side, his pair of golden heavy pupils were full of bloodthirsty killing intent and scorching battle intent.

Easy to kill, warlike, is his natural nature, like a real dragon, unruly, wild and difficult to collect, being able to meet an opponent like Li Qingchen makes every drop of blood in his body begin to be crazy and restless.

He couldn't be more excited!

One south and one north, like two giant beasts colliding with each other, mercilessly!

Lao Wang lifted up, put away the battle scroll at the same time, and disappeared from the ring in an instant, and the two of them didn't need to say much at all, let alone be polite to each other, with a thunderous vibration, the two jumped into the ring at the same time in the blink of an eye, and at the same time stepped forward, punching the opposite side!

It's like two terrible roaring dragons slamming into each other!

"Bang!"

Even from the street next to it, you can hear the terrible crash!

Two fists of different sizes confronted each other in mid-air, and for a time it was a scene of equal strength!

Yang Chen is tall and big, like a giant spirit descending into the world, looking at it is full of might, but after being resisted by Li Qingchen's fist, he still can't move an inch, and Li Qingchen has gone through several transformations, under the strength of the surge, but he can't gain the upper hand, this punch is evenly divided, which suddenly surprised both sides.

The two of them began to exert their strength almost at the same time, and the red flame-like true qi rose from Li Qingchen's body, which was enough to melt gold and iron, but it could not hurt the clothes on his body at all, which represented his wonderful control to the peak, and the same was true for Yang Chen on the opposite side, but what came out of his body was the thick true qi of Xuan Huang, this red and yellow, it was clear on the field.

The true qi of the two sides wore out each other, did not give in to each other, and the competition of true qi was still a matter of victory or defeat, Yang Chen couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick the corners of his mouth gently.

The kid on the other side really surprised him, thinking that after he came to Chang'an, he has always been a rare opponent among his peers, no, let alone an evenly matched opponent, if he used all his strength at the beginning, I am afraid that there is no enemy in one.

He was actually very unhappy about being ranked fourth on the list by the Hanging Mirror Division, and he didn't have any interest in this group of small shrimps in the pond competing for the unworthy number one bullshit martial arts club in the world, but he never thought that here, he could meet an opponent who could make him completely excited.

He was so happy, so happy that he even became gentle in tone.

"Please be sure to hold on for a long time, and I will also enjoy this process, rest assured, I will definitely leave you a whole corpse, this is the respect I give to the strong!"

Li Qingchen grinned, but his eyes became extremely cold.

"If it weren't for your father-in-law, I would have piled up your corpse with your gang of shitty brothers. ”

When Yang Chen heard this, he suddenly burst out laughing.

"Interesting, interesting. ”

As he spoke, a stream of dark yellow true qi began from his shoulder, lingering around his entire arm, and in the pair of golden heavy pupils, the killing intent became hotter and hotter, and his face slowly turned cold.

"Don't confuse me with those scumbags!"

Yang Chen began to exert his strength, the true qi in his body evolved into pieces of fine scales covering it, his strength was slowly increasing, even if it was only the first punch, he didn't want to let his opponent have the upper hand, this is Yang Chen, the only dragon I respect!

The pressure gradually increases.

One percent, two percent, three percent, five percent, nine percent, ten percent!

Double, double, triple, five, nine, ten!

The majestic and domineering power pressed towards him from the opposite side, but Li Qingchen did not retreat, in his body, the red as magma thick and viscous true qi was like a fire dragon out of the sea, surging and roaring, just a breath, it had already filled the whole body with the will of the master, which was a thousand times faster than when he walked Zhou Tian before!

Its speed is like the wind, its Xu is like a forest, the invasion is like fire, and it is not moving like a mountain, this is the real martial artist!

With the infusion of true qi, his entire arm swelled with it, but Li Qingchen completely ignored the pain caused by the tearing of his muscles and flesh, because between life and death, his physical body would only become more tenacious because of it!

This is the power of Nirvana, born out of fire, stronger and stronger each time, and there is no limit!

The domineering crimson true qi was like two fire snakes, spiraling around it, Li Qingchen did not retreat but advanced, and stubbornly resisted Yang Chen's pressure, in his eyebrows, it was an unprecedented heart of victory!

If I want to win, then all the warriors in the world must bow down obediently in front of me!

The golden heavy pupils shrank slightly, and Yang Chen had already successfully understood the meaning in just this moment, because he was as proud as he was, and he also thought so.

He is the true dragon of the world, the supreme of the nine heavens, all living beings are allowed to take and take in front of him, and their life and death are all in his thoughts!

The heavenly dragon that is high above, under the five claws, cannot tolerate anyone who dares to raise his head and look directly at his majesty, let alone allow the existence of the same kind who challenge his authority.

"You must die!"

Yang Chen roared violently.

The true dragon is angry, the lightning is thundering, and the rain is pouring down, which is a disaster for all beings!