A husband is a pass, and the warrior monk is strong.

With a roar to empty the high platform and look down at the four directions, he walked straight to the second hundredth seat, the Pixiu Taishi chair, luxurious and exquisite, made of agarwood.

As soon as you sit up, people are different at the moment, they are set off by Pixiu, Buddha relies on gold, people rely on clothes, the environment changes, and the domineering increases.

The immortals could only sit in the two-hundredth position, allowing millions of people to look straight.

"Immortals are so worthless?"

"What do you know? There are countless masters in the world, and it is said that there are more than 200 immortals in the army alone, otherwise how can the world be suppressed?

"A thousand?" the listener's eyes widened. "Why don't you turn your ass to the sky, let God listen to your bragging!"

"Playing the piano to the cow is in vain. The speaker rolled his eyes and did not bother to explain, for the listener was obviously not high enough, had not seen enough, and no matter how much you said, he would not understand.

At this time, the representatives of those boxing schools who carried the flag from Huangzhou City had planted the flag on the wilderness and walked towards the high platform collectively, with a huge momentum, and there were thousands of people.

"......Boom" millions of people fried the pot again, and the real show began.

"Look, that little girl with a beautiful face and a graceful body is the legendary Yim Wing Chun? Wing Chun is a well-deserved originator. ”

"Where will she sit? Will she sit next to the Dragon and Tiger Throne?"

Tie Guan was also in the crowd, scanning the four directions, but he didn't find Zhang Wu's figure, and he was puzzled.

Hearing the discussion of others, he also looked at Yim Wing Chun, knowing that this seemingly weak little girl must be a fierce character, otherwise how could she suppress the Wing Chun lineage, and it is likely to be a Gaidai figure who lived out of the second life, so young, greater than Zhang Wu's achievements, unimaginable.

Looking at the others again, a glance swept over, Tie Guan was stunned, and his heart was shocked. "Hmm, what are you kidding, Taiyuan has eight titled generals, all of whom are masters of the sun and the moon, and this hussar general is so powerful that he only dares to sit in the eighty-seventh position?"

"There is also Dong Baiape, a leading figure with a back fist, and a master of Zhang Wu, he only sits at fifty-one? What are you !!kidding?"

"The last time I saw the pillow Zen master in Huangzhou, the Zen method is thorough, and the pictogram is extravagant, the last time he saw the confrontation between Master Nan and Zhuang Guzi, he realized the avenue, and returned to the mountain to participate in enlightenment.

Tie Guan turned the river and the sea in his heart, and his cognition was subverted, how many masters are there in this world?

It's beyond everyone's comprehension.

The millions of boxers present, even if their eyesight is poor, they must know their own lineage of leading figures, and when they look at the position where they are sitting, they are unexpectedly back, and their hearts are set to be surging, the world is big, and the masters are immeasurable!

And on the stage, those who dare to sit down are real heroes.

Most people think and think, look and look, figure out and figure out, but they don't dare to sit down, and they can't figure out their position.

Five hundred seats, the back three hundred are almost full.

In front of the hundred, only a dozen people dared to sit down, even Nan Fansheng, a great honor, Yunpan Ancestor, and the three major internal fist brothers, all looked at the seat, and did not dare to sit down, worrying too much.

Even Nan Fansheng, who has always been brave and domineering and indomitable, hesitated at this moment.

Once you sit down, if you sit down, you will hold your breath in your heart, and you will lose your reputation, and you will not be able to pass the level in your heart.

But the position is higher, and once someone picks it down, the consequences are even more serious.

Moreover, many masters are hidden in the shadows and do not show up, especially when the three princes of the dynasty, Nie Donghuang, Zhuang Guzi, Ying Che, and the ancestors of those imperial capital clans, they are watching the movements on the stage in the dark, they are quite scheming and do not come forward, so they don't have to face the embarrassment at the moment, and they don't dare to sit if they want to sit.

Nan Fansheng thought about it carefully, with Shang Tiange here, he knew the most secret things in the world.

"There are six gods in this world, the Son of Heaven, the Crazy Monk, Shang Tiange, the God Ivan, and the Demon Lord who dominates the overseas, the Taoist Ziyang Zhenren. I was supposed to be in the seventh position, but Xiao Wu had already arrived in Shennongjia, and if he found his true self, the power of the prehistoric enlightened people would not be weaker than that of the gods, then I should sit in the eighth position. But Yun Pan and Dazun are by their side, and the relationship between the three of us is too good, how can we let the two of us sit under me? ”

After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't sit. "It's hard, it's hard!"

Boxing will become gods, at least they are old monsters who have lived for seventy or eighty years, they have a wide range of friends, deep experience, many friends, and big face.

But sometimes these relationships can become obstacles.

In ancient times, martial artists were very strict in teaching apprentices, and the master would not be too good to the apprentices, and even deliberately kept a distance, practicing every day, and did not give good colors, all year round.

Because they are too close, the apprentice can't do real kung fu, and the master-apprentice relationship is dangerous, and sometimes I don't know whether it's grace or persecution.

Practicing boxing is drudgery, shouting pain and tiredness is a common thing, the relationship between master and apprentice is too good, seeing him suffer and unbearable, so he can't do kung fu, boxing can not be inherited, and apprentices are not a climate, harming others and themselves.

In ancient times, martial arts families often had their own sons who did not teach themselves, but went to other families and let others train them, which has a profound truth.

At this time, the eight titled generals of Taiyuan all sat down, eighty-seven to ninety-five, but after sitting down, they saw that something was wrong.

The mighty general at the bottom saw that he was at the end, this can still be done, why?

So he got up, took his Daguan knife in his hand, walked a few steps forward, sat down in the eighty-six position, and suddenly became the old man, became the boss, and felt comfortable.

This is good, you are cool, others are unwilling, these eight people moved forward one by one as if they were playing tricks, until they withstood the seventy-seven Yanqing ancestor.

In the end, it was the hussar general who was the first of the eight.

"Hey, brother, let me go. "General Zhenshan is a biao, with an upright personality and a short temper, and when he saw that he was at the bottom, he was not happy, so he got up and went to provoke the ancestor of Yanqing.

"You're going to sit in this position?"

"You move one step forward, and there's no one in front of you anyway. "A smirk on his face.

"Don't move, this position is just right, I calculated very clearly, one step further, in case someone picks it, my life is small, my face is big, I am not alone, I am defeated, our Yan Qingquan will be down, I can't take this risk because of your words, you can think of another way." "Yan Qing's ancestor is not close to people and directly refuses.

Everyone has a rod and scale in their hearts, according to their own experience, what they have seen, heard, judged, and thought, to rank the masters of the world, Yan Qing's ancestor calculated, he should be seventy-seven, no more, no less, not hated, but also able to make his heart passable.

Those who don't dare to sit are also afraid that they will miscalculate, in case they sit down, a hermit master will pop out of the horn Gada, and pick you down to sit, and the face will be embarrassed.

The higher the boxing skills, the more you cherish your reputation, and it is not easy to come to this day, and at the same time, there are many burdens in your heart, and you can't get it accurately.

Just when General Zhenshan was playing tricks.

I saw one of the few women on the stage, Yan Wing Chun, walked straight to Shang Tiange's side, and sat down in the eighth position that Nan Fansheng wanted to sit, on the throne of the dragon.

"Boom ......" exclaimed, the world was in an uproar, and countless masters changed their faces.

Powder keg, lit.

"A woman, dare to sit in the eighth position in the world, is she crazy?" Some machismos can't get used to it, and their faces are ugly like crying fathers and dead mothers.

But it caused the unhappiness of the heroine on the side, five big and three thick, fierce appearance, full of muscles, and the big man's idea was so stunned that he didn't dare to speak.

"Yan Wing Chun, Yan Wing Chun, the second immortal, the prehistoric founder of Wing Chun has moved to the present, the same as Shang Tiange, amazing! " Nie Donghuang's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was not looking, and he groaned in his heart, even this kind of character has come out to compete, this world martial arts will break the mountains and rivers.

"It's not just him, I met Qiao Sanxiu just now, I thought it was just a coincidence, and he had the same name as the predecessors of the prehistoric Three Emperors Cannon Hammer Gate. I saw this kid ten years ago, but he was a very shallow young man, a waste son of the Qiao family, and he couldn't even practice kung fu. Looking at it now, it seems to be a different person. ”

Wei Zun quietly appeared beside Nie Donghuang, and because of Zhang Wu's relationship, the two formed an alliance of interests and came together.

"The battle of the world, I don't know if we have the blessing to become a god. Nie Donghuang sighed.

"It's impossible for you, look at your son Nie Baji, with the support of a mad monk, there is still a chance. ”

Wei Zun can see clearly, in this world, you fight for me, the masters suppress the low, the government oppresses the people, and the gods wipe out the juniors, it is common for no one to see you and them on an equal footing, unless the backers are hard, they can't move.

"Why hasn't Zhang Wu arrived yet? Someone has taken his master's position, and he is not in a hurry? Seeing that the fight is about to start. Nie Donghuang sensed carefully, but he couldn't sense Zhang Wu's existence.

will become a god, a great spirit, and a thought that knows everything, but at this time, it is ineffective for Zhang Wu.

There are only two possibilities for this to happen.

One is that when a person dies, there is no "Qi" breath, and the traces left in this world are completely gone, and there is no information about him to sense.

Then Zhang Wu has become a peerless master, his boxing skills are not weaker than those who will become gods, and his insights into the "Tao" and the soul surpass yours.

"It seems that you and I are right, how could Zhang Wu die? Otherwise, Nan Fansheng and Shang Tiange would have gone crazy long ago. Wei Zun smiled, the truth is always in the hands of a few.

"Why don't you go up and sit down?" said Nie Donghuang jokingly.

"There's nothing to sit on, diaphragm, sit high and work hard, sit low and feel wronged, it's better not to sit. ”

On the stage, Yim Wing Chun sat upright, looking down at the four directions, and then closed his eyes and meditated, his heart was like nothing, waiting for the upcoming battle.

The position was robbed, Nan Fansheng didn't say anything, but breathed a sigh of relief, and as soon as his heart moved, he was about to sit in the eleventh position.

The first two, left to Yun Pan and a big one, he has thought of a solution, and the three of us brothers come according to age.

Anyway, this position is not fixed, and it will be eighth with real strength.

But before he could move, he saw a shadow pounce on the stage, and he sat down in front of Yim Wing Chun in a hurry, occupying the seventh position.

When I stared, I didn't know this person at all.

"Where did this come out of the rubbing egg, and how dare you sit seventh in the world?"

"It's really bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods running all over the ground, dragons and snakes dancing, you know, you don't know, the famous, the nameless, all of them jumped out now. ”

"There's a good show to watch. "The good deeds are full of discussions, lest the world will not be chaotic.

Nan Fansheng looked at the person quietly, and then sat in the eleventh position, Yunpan Ancestor and a large statue also sat down one after another, and a large statue muttered while sitting: "We have a fine tradition, women first, let you have a position." After saying that, he sat down in the ninth place.

Yim Wing Chun didn't reply, just immersed in his own world.

"Today, I wonder how many people will be stained with blood, how many warriors' corpses will remain here, and how terrifying and thrilling will there be, and how many battles will there be that can make the ghosts and gods cry?" she asked herself.

And the four hundred seats behind were already fighting at this time, hundreds of immortals challenged, rushed, roared again and again, and stained the high platform with blood.

Among them, there are dazzling Tianjiao, swordsmen who walk the rivers and lakes, righteous and awe-inspiring swordsmen, and all kinds of weapons.

This battlefield is not at all something that characters below the immortal level can participate in.

When they came over, they could only witness the glory of the Taiyuan martial arts civilization, and by the way, they could open their eyes to see the masters in this world, learn their boxing skills, and make friends with one or two people, and they would be satisfied.

For three hours, the first 100 seats were still not full, uneven, three or three, which disappointed everyone.

These great masters of the sun and the moon do not even have a dispute, they are cautious, or simply give up and don't sit in that position, you love to fight, such as Wei Zun and Nie Donghuang.

Either sit up, basically are the ancestors of the boxing school, they not only represent themselves, but also represent the glory of this boxing technique, whether they want to or not, they must sit on it to occupy a place and show their faces.

And like the ancestors of the imperial capital, the nineteen clans, and the nineteen old monsters who will become gods, none of them showed up, and they hid deep enough.

There are also those who are ambitious, hiding in the shadows and waiting for the opportunity to move, each with a ghost.

They are watching, waiting, waiting, waiting for someone to light the fire first.

Gods, gods!

At this time, in the battle of hundreds of immortals on the stage, an eerie ghost laughter suddenly appeared, which made people's bones freeze.

In the crowd, the wasteland is reckless, the wind is miserable, and a figure rises from the ground, like a superman floating in the air, and the huge cloak covers the whole person, and the face cannot be seen clearly, but it makes people feel that there is a carrion on his body, which is the breath of people who have been dealing with the dead all year round.

He took two steps in the air.

"Smack. For no reason, he trampled on the head of an innocent spectator, and his body was like an arrow from the string, and he came to the high platform like a teleportation.

Such speed, explosiveness, and ruthless and brutal methods gave goosebumps to most of the masters present.

The Sun and Moon Sect Ancestors who sat on the stage were in amazement, and then suddenly got up, their eyes murderous.

The martial artists of the dark realm also came to participate in the World Martial Arts Conference.

It's just such a cruel way of appearing......