I think Zhongzhou is really interesting, there are sword cultivators and martial artists everywhere, and there are many monks who specialize in cultivating gold, wood, water, fire, and earth.

Although he disdained elemental spells that he considered "useless and powerless", he had a curiosity about those spells that came in all shapes and colors.

In Nanban, there can be no so many bells and whistles. Because it's a place of death, a place of survival, and it's full of dangers. Life and death are really just a matter of moments. The indigenous tribes there and even the monks of the Southern Barbarian Empire are all restrained when fighting, instead of shouting the names of various spells to see whose domineering they are, and then "dancing" to cast spells to see who is better-looking.

He walked in the capital of a small dynasty in Zhongzhou, looking at the city that was far more prosperous than the center of his barbarian tribe, and he was a little distracted.

In his life, from the time he can remember to the present, his only goal is to reach the peak of martial arts and be able to stand side by side with the first generation of their barbarian ancestors!

So for as long as he can remember, he has been honing himself every day, and because he has been strong since he was a child, his talent has been revealed, and he has been polished by the old patriarch of the barbarian tribe. Of course, he was not the only one who was polished at that time, and dozens of Tianjiao of the same age were polished every day by the old patriarch of the barbarian clan. At that time, it was really all kinds of physical suffering.

Later, half of them did not survive, and were polished to death by the old patriarch of the barbarian tribe, and only half of them began the second half of the stage, that is, walking alone in the southern barbarians, which lasted five years. In this process, half of them died in various places in the Nanban for various reasons, and almost all of those who died were not even recovered, because they didn't know where those barbarian geniuses died.

In the end, of the seventy-odd young geniuses at the beginning, only a dozen or so withstood the ordeal.

Then, the final selection of "barbarian dragons" began, and the entire barbarian warriors under the age of thirty could participate, and even quite a few warlike tribal women participated. The dozen or so people who were polished fought all the way to the end, and the rest of the tens of thousands of people involved in it were eliminated.

In the end, it was more than a dozen young geniuses who had already known each other that began to compete for the title of "Brute Dragon".

Quite shook to the end, and he succeeded. Successfully slaughtered a dozen acquaintances of the same age. In this final competition, it is either a defeat and death or a successful survival. This has always been the case in the competition of "Brute Dragon".

Man Youzhen no longer thinks about some things in Nanban, and he no longer strolls through the crowded streets, but finds a teahouse and goes in to drink tea.

Tea, in the Nanban, is only tasted by the scholars and officials of the powerful, self-proclaimed "civilized" Nanban Empire. Among the barbarians, if anyone drinks this thing, they will definitely be laughed off.

But it's quite shocking, and it's very enjoyable at this time.

"It's smelly, it's good. The tip of his nose shook slightly, sniffing the rising tea aroma, and he was a little intoxicated.

He suddenly wanted to laugh, because during the five years of Nanban's training, in many cases, he could only drink animal blood to moisten his throat and lips, and at that time he never thought and would not think that there was such a delicious liquid in this world.

The barbarians were good drinkers, but he didn't like to drink, because he felt that the smell was worse than horse urine, and it burned his throat, of course, not because he was afraid of burning his throat, but because he felt that it was very uncomfortable. In short, he felt that he would not drink again in his life except for the first time when he was poured wine by the old patriarch.

It's this tea, it's really good. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, looking at the blue-brown tea in the small teacup in his hand, blowing slightly, and then taking a sip.

He first came to the teahouse, not to drink tea, but to listen to some people who drank wine to tell some interesting stories about the rivers and lakes of Zhongzhou.

The old patriarch told him that if he wanted to know the news, the first place to go was a place like a tavern and a restaurant. It's just that he can't read, and he has never been to the tavern restaurant teahouse teahouse, he originally wanted to go to the tavern, who knew that he went to the teahouse by mistake. However, the latest news of the teahouse is not less than that of the restaurant, most of the people who come to drink tea are readers or some officials, and the interesting stories of the rivers and lakes talked about are not much different from those high-rollers in the restaurant, and these people who have read the book talk about things, it is called a look of luxury, the tone is realistic, and the rhetoric is gorgeous, as if they are all personal experiences, like a storyteller who has gone through vicissitudes of life is telling a story.

Zhongzhou Confucianism is a well-deserved "uncrowned king", and its status and influence can be said to be unparalleled among all the sects in Zhongzhou, the holy land of rivers and lakes. Therefore, compared with the readers in other places, the readers in Zhongzhou have a better understanding of the rivers and lakes, and they have less prejudice against the rivers and lakes, and even in the past hundred years, those scholars have praised and nodded to many people and things in the rivers and lakes, and there is no scene of the "gentleman of etiquette" pointing at the rivers and lakes of the fight a long time ago.

Quite shook and glanced at the teahouse, and then continued to drink tea quietly. At this time, it was past time, it was the time to drink tea after dinner, and many groups of people came together, all chatting and laughing.

The teahouse is generally full of officialdom or people who are proud of life, and most of the people who are unhappy go to the restaurant to borrow wine to drown their sorrows. There is a lot of joy in the teahouse, and in the restaurant, there are joys and sorrows. In the restaurant, maybe the people at this table have encountered troubles and drank with sad faces, while the people at the table next to them are full of spirit and keep laughing, because of this situation, there have been a lot of disputes, and even a lot of deaths. Although there are single rooms in the restaurant, the price is often expensive, and it costs a lot of silver for an hour. That's why most drinkers don't choose a single room.

"Have you heard? Now all the major sects have descended from the younger generation, and they have all walked the rivers and lakes. ”

"It's been a few years since then. I've known this for a long time. And it's not just the descendants of those super sects, there are also many descendants and descendants of major sects who have also begun to walk the rivers and lakes. ”

"This river and lake is finally full of vitality!"

In the teahouse, there was a table of swordsmen talking, the voice was not loud or small, and it was quite shocking that it could still be heard clearly without internal force.

Among them, a middle-aged black-clothed swordsman stretched his neck slightly, then nodded and said in a low voice: "I heard that our Zhongzhou is about to be in chaos, and those dog-called empires want to send troops to fight our Zhongzhou." ”

There was a swordsman who usually didn't care much about the affairs of the rivers and lakes and the world, and was only obsessed with swordsmanship, and was slightly surprised when he heard this, and said, "What are you doing to beat us?"

"Of course, it's for the sake of profit! Our Zhongzhou has such a large area, and there are so many famous mountains and beautiful rivers full of aura, if they are all mastered by one force, then that force must be unimaginably powerful!" The middle-aged black-clothed swordsman said with some excitement, as if he had completely mastered the aura of the entire Zhongzhou.

"Are the four empires very powerful, and can they push the tens of thousands of sects in our Zhongzhou?" the swordsman who was obsessed with sword techniques continued to ask suspiciously.

The middle-aged black-clothed swordsman suddenly became energetic when he heard this, and after clearing his throat, he talked a little excitedly: "It is definitely impossible to push horizontally! Even if the tens of thousands of sects in our Zhongzhou do not work together, only one or two hundred thousand sects resist, then no one can compete with the strength of these sects! After all, among the ten super sects, my Zhongzhou occupies five of them! Moreover, if those empires want to attack our Zhongzhou without worries, they must first pacify their own territory, such as the Eastern Regions, the West Pole, the Northern Wilderness, The local dynasties and sects in the four places of Nanban, only in this way can they have a little confidence to argue with our Zhongzhou. And this, I estimate it will take a hundred years!"

Quite shocking, he chuckled.

He didn't know how it was elsewhere, but in Nanban, the barbarians were the most powerful. Even if it is the Southern Barbarian Empire, in front of the barbarians, it still needs to look up slightly.

He didn't know if those empires had talked to their barbarians about it, and if they had the desire to join forces. But he knew that the old patriarch would not be like this, not only because the old patriarch liked the rivers and lakes, especially the rivers and lakes in Zhongzhou, and left a deep impression on the old patriarch when he was young, and he could not forget the memories of the green years, but also because they were barbarians, and they never needed to join hands with others to do things! And they had no idea about those fame and fortune that had been passed down through the ages, just thinking about how to become stronger, stronger, and stronger! A barbarian blood, burning only to be stronger!

After drinking the tea and paying the money, he slowly walked out of the teahouse. His thin body looked weak, and it was difficult to associate the brute dragon who had only walked through the rivers and lakes in Zhongzhou for a few years and was praised by the rivers and lakes of Zhongzhou as "the first young martial artist in a hundred years".

He raised his head and slightly blocked the dazzling sunlight with his hands, squinted at the scorching sun that was slightly tilted to the west of the sky, and said with a high fighting spirit: "Demon Little Demon, Yelu Xiting, Kong Nianyu, Immortal Xundao, Jian Aoxing, Huo Xiangfan, Murong Yuanhe, Buddha and Things, and the young pavilion master of the Thorn Dome Pavilion who is still shrinking his head and brain, when it is time for the ninth grade, the peak will be a battle!"

In fact, there is also Zhao Zhishui, as well as the nameless young man who was favored by Chu Chou, and maybe the unborn Tianjiao, they will reach a common height and jointly create the glory of this generation of rivers and lakes! They will be admired and praised forever!