For example...... A wave of true qi from his fingertips cut off the river, and a palm swing was enough to slap and sink an isolated island, and he was more than 20 zhang off the ground with a slight jump. ”

"When a person's martial arts are so powerful, some people will naturally mistakenly think that such a character is an immortal or a demon. ”

However, such a figure is also very rare, and the old minister has only heard rumors of this one for nearly a thousand years. ”

"A martial arts wizard that is rare in a thousand years...... Could it be ......" The emperor shook his head, and he asked softly, "He...... Who is his heir?"

"Your Majesty!" a gray-haired, wrinkled old man stepped forward.

"Ahem, ahem!"

He covered his mouth and coughed twice, then continued: "Lao Chen has been interested in these interesting stories since he was a child, so he has collected a lot of deeds of such people...... So I know a little more than the average person. ”

"The ancient man is withdrawn and rarely communicates with others, so he does not leave any apprentices to inherit his mantle. But he never seemed to care...... No one in the martial arts wants his martial arts to be lost, and this desolate old man should also be vulgar, but there has never been any news about his martial arts secrets on the rivers and lakes. ”

Later, the old minister finally figured it out...... He doesn't teach his disciples, and he doesn't leave a legacy just because...... The last time this desolation appeared...... It was 10 years ago!"

"Presumptuous!" A tall military attache stood up, he turned to look at the man, his eyes were fixed, and he shouted loudly: "How can you talk nonsense in front of Your Majesty? If this person appeared ten years ago, wouldn't it prove that he has lived for more than three hundred years! How can anyone in this world live for more than three hundred years!"

"It's really nonsense......"

"General Wang, how could an old minister do something that deceives the king? Your Majesty! These are all the news that Wei Chen has inquired about in the past few years, and there is absolutely no fabrication!"

"Lord Li, are you mocking this official?" the military attache turned to reply, with a hint of fierceness on his face.

"Humph!"

The Emperor snorted coldly.

"Enough!"

"Your Majesty!" The military attache hurriedly knelt on the ground: "Weichen is reckless and unintentionally rushed against Your Majesty, and I hope Your Majesty will atone for your sins!"

"That's it!" the emperor waved his hand: "It's okay!"

But then, after a pause, he continued, "I once heard that there is a mountain in the east called Wuyao Mountain, and there is a Taoist living on the mountain. ”

"That Dao person's martial arts are extremely high, and he is respected by the people of the rivers and lakes as the number one master in the world! Although it is the first time I have heard of such a thing, I have always admired these martial arts people. ”

"So...... Ministers, come forward and listen to the order!"

He made a gesture of color, and the eunuch beside him immediately stood in front of him.

So far, a piece of news has spread from Bai Yujing all over the world, and at the same time caused a sensation in the entire martial arts.

The emperor issued an edict, but only three edicts on it made the whole rivers and lakes crazy.

Feng Dongfang Qingyun Jun Wuyao Mountain is the first mountain in the world!

Feng Wuyao is the first sect in the world!

Feng Wuyao is the number one master in the world!

From ancient times to the present, the rivers and lakes and the imperial court have been well water, not river water, and each has its own affairs.

But the emperor, who had just been in office for a few days, intervened in the affairs of the rivers and lakes and promulgated such a will, how many people in the martial arts can recognize it?

No one in the martial arts is convinced of this so-called number one master in the world, and no one in the martial arts is convinced of the world's first master.

A tavern.

A scholar who looked thin sighed: "This old boy of the emperor doesn't manage his own country well, but why does he come here to meddle in our affairs of the rivers and lakes? The rivers and lakes have their own rules, why should he meddle in his affairs?"

"Alright, you don't have to say a word!" his friend grabbed a few peanuts and threw them into his mouth, his eyes flashed, and then he said, "The whole world is his, what can we do?"

"It's okay! The people here today are their own people!"

"This emperor said that the martial arts taught by Wuyao Mountain are the best in the world, I don't believe it! Wuyao Mountain? What the hell is this place, I have never heard of it!"

"Yes......" The person at the other table answered: "Not only have I never heard of Wuyao Mountain, I have never even heard of this Wuyao faction!...... Is this sect famous?"

"Haha! How is it possible! We have been in the rivers and lakes for all these years, and we have never heard of this sect. Someone sneered: "I'm afraid that some hairy boy in the deep mountains and old forests has picked up the secret book of martial arts, and he has only recently practiced out of the mountain......

"Being able to fool the emperor is not small......"

"Haha!

......

"Appeal ......"

"Woo'er...... ......"

Outside the tavern, there was a sudden sound of camels chirping.

Everyone tacitly stopped drinking and talking and looked out of the house.

An eight-foot-tall man with a broadsword leaped off the camel, tied the reins of the camel to a stone pier not far away, and then turned and walked slowly towards the tavern.

The land here is a mixture of sand and soil, and it is very barren.

He stepped on the soft sand, making a clattering sound with every step.

The sand and dust under his feet flew up as he moved, and then the whining cold wind blew on his clothes.

Looking in the afterglow, there was a gray sky full of dust behind him.

The sky was still shining with the afterglow of the sunset, and wisps of dark yellow sunlight seeped down through the cracks of the dust that drifted in the wind.

A dark light of decadence shone on the land, making what seemed to be a barren land even more barren.

"Crunch!"

The half-hidden wooden door was opened, and he first shook his neck to shake off the sand on his head, and then dusted off his clothes with his hands, and patted all the yellow sand off his body.

Then the man pressed the wooden door against the wooden door with the wooden board that had fallen on the ground, and then walked unhurriedly to the shopkeeper.

"Xiao Er has a bowl of broth, a pot of old wine, remember to scald the wine!"

He stretched out his big hand and slapped it on the table.

"Smack!"

It wasn't until he sat down that he removed his palm, revealing the seventeen coins under his palm.

"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry!"

His voice was hoarse, but it was so loud that it echoed from the tavern.

Hearing such a voice, the shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and it took a while to react.

"Okay......," he hurriedly put away the copper coins on the table, and walked to the ledger.

The big man looked up.

The sunset is still struggling, one will be pushed away by the sand, the next will squeeze in, and there will always be a glimmer of light in the gray sky.

As time passed, the sunset outside the house faded away in the wind and sand.

The whole sky was dark and gray.

The cold wind was covered with dust, wind and sand, and the dead old trees on the roadside were blown back and forth and rattled.

The wind and sand here are overwhelmingly ruining everything in the darkness.

"Woooooo

The wind was strong and strong.

The desolate wind howling from afar gave people a poignant and bleak feeling.

Outside the tavern, the wind and sand were raging.

A cold wind blew on the front next to the tavern, and the front swayed in the wind and made a popping sound.

It was unusually noisy outside, but it was eerily quiet inside.

From the moment the big man arrived, it was quiet.

Even though he spoke loudly and loudly, no one else spoke.

Everyone was silent, except for occasional glances at him.

Someone glanced at the big man tremblingly, and then turned his head stiffly, and his face gradually became ugly.

It doesn't seem to be because they don't want to speak, they don't want to speak, but because they're afraid.

Their expressions bear this out.

They are indeed afraid, terrified......

They seemed to be very afraid of the man, and they only dared to peek from the sidelines, not to look at him openly.

This big man should be a very remarkable character!

Otherwise, why would he intimidate the people in the tavern?

"Guest officer, your broth is here, and the wine is also hot for you!" The shopkeeper held the jar with his left hand, and walked quickly to the big man with the wine bottle in his right hand.

Dahan nodded: "Put it on the table!"

"Okay, guest officer, use it slowly!" the shopkeeper put the things away very skillfully, and then slowly retreated to the back of the account.

The shopkeeper flicked the abacus, and the ninety-one dzi made a crackling sound.