In the past ten years since the Jade Liquid Shending was unharmed and handed over to the Earth and Heavenly Kingdom, the Heavenly Dart Bureau has not only strengthened its title of 'the world's No. 1 Dart Game', but also become the master of the alliance that commands martial arts.

Ten years of changes have made a dart game become the overlord of the martial arts, the unknown Fengyumen has become a terrifying evil force in the martial arts, and a thin child has become a personable teenager.

Seventeen-year-old flower season, brilliant years, sunny life, from now on to unfold gorgeous flowers.

Fang Zheng stood on the steps of the entrance of the front hall, smiling and nodding silently in approval of a young man wielding a spear in the compound.

The young man's smooth silk hair faintly appeared like a mirror-like hazy reflection. From the bun to the waist, the smooth hair flutters rhythmically in the wind, like a thousand zhang waterfall flying down. The delicate face covered with beads of sweat has clear facial features and no flaws. The stiff figure wears a milky white robe, and spreads its most beautiful wings in the air. The spear wielded in his hand is full of strength, light and fast, and it can be seen that the basic skills of the young man are solid and stable between every move.

This teenager is Xie Leng.

Heroes emerge from youth, and the waves of the Yangtze River push back waves, these are the immutable laws caused by the changes of the years and the changes of the times.

Three days later, the dart bureau is going to make a dart, and this time the dart is a batch of high-quality silk entrusted by Xu Dong, the richest man in Fengyang City. Xu Dong is the most stable regular customer of the whole dart game, and almost all the darts are taken by the whole dart game. The most important thing is that he has never had any accidents with the darts he gave to the dart board. Escort silk such darts, all over the dart bureau every day. For this kind of dart, which has almost no risk, it is best to train young dart masters.

This dart was played a month ago. When the dart was received, the dart board decided to use this opportunity to train the younger generation. It's just that the young people of this generation are really outstanding, and there are eight people who are qualified to take this dart, and among these eight people, Xie Leng, Fang Lianyu and Sealed Kai are the strongest. Although Fang Lianyu is Fang Zheng's daughter, she can become the number one dart in the world, and the dart game must have strict discipline and system. Whenever this happens, the dart game will hold a strength competition, and the stronger one will win the opportunity to move the dart.

In the past ten years, Xie Leng has treated himself abusively, especially when practicing, he will not stop for any reason. This kind of transcendent effort is exchanged for the strength of the best. Although he has been walking darts for three years, he is not a dart head yet. He wants to be the head of the dart, and he can lead the team to dart alone. In this way, he will have the opportunity to become the disciple of the chief dart, get his personal teaching, and learn superior martial arts.

This is the agreement he made with Mr. Fang ten years ago.

Xie Leng had already practiced the 'Sweeping Spear' that Lu Qi had taught him in this spacious front yard for three hours in a row. The milky white dress had been soaked with sweat to the point where the waterline could be wrung out. The delicate face was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans, and fell to the ground, spilling a wetland. The body could only be supported by the spear sharp enough to pierce space, barely bent to its feet.

The phrase 'ten years on stage, one minute off stage' couldn't be more appropriate for Xie Leng. Ten years of hard training, just so that one day he can become the disciple of Mr. Fang's dart. Because he knew that in the Heavenly Dart Bureau, only Mr. Fang's dart head could compete with his father-killing enemy Ding Feng. If you want to take revenge, you must have enough strength, otherwise you will not take revenge but die.

In the past ten years, although Lu Qi has also unreservedly taught his lifelong martial arts. But Lu Qi's martial arts are a little far from Ding Feng's. If Xie Leng had only been cultivating with Lu Qi, then he wouldn't have to think about revenge in this life. Moreover, at the age of fifteen, he had mastered all of Lu Qi's skills. In the past two years, Xie Leng has just kept cultivating repeatedly, and his skills have not grown at all.

Now that he finally has the opportunity to become the head of the dart, Xie Leng certainly doesn't want to let it go. This month, he was even more desperate than before, because he knew the situation he was in. Although his talent is good, compared to Fang Lianyu and Sealing Kai, they have been personally taught by Mr. Fang. He had already lost at the beginning, and if he didn't work harder than them the day after tomorrow, how could he do it? Besides, he had waited for this opportunity for ten years, so he had to have the confidence that he would succeed.

The head of the dart understands everything about Xie Leng and understands Xie Leng's character. The reason why he didn't teach him martial arts directly was because he was afraid that he would go to Ding Feng for revenge. But he understands Ding Feng's strength. Ding Feng's current strength is by no means an opponent even if he is himself. If Xie Leng went to him for revenge, it would really be a no-go. Xie Leng was something he watched grow up with since he was a child. He also understood that Xie Leng's talent in martial arts was a rare genius in a hundred years, and there was still a long way to go in the future. He can't be allowed to lose his own wonderful life because of hatred.

The head of the dart turned and walked into the back room, without saying a word. But Xie Leng will still understand what the head of the dart is thinking, and a thousand words are not as good as a heart-to-heart connection. Between Xie Leng and the head of the dart, although they are cold on the surface, they have already developed deep feelings in their hearts. They don't need a thousand words between them, a change of eyes or a small body movement to understand what the other person is trying to say. This tacit understanding of thousands of words in the unspoken words shows that the chief dart head cares deeply about Xie Leng and Xie Leng's respect for the chief dart head is deep.

It's late at night.

Xie Leng came to the back mountain to continue his cultivation.

In the past two years, Xie Leng has not stopped coming to Houshan to cultivate. Houshan is the closest mountain to Fengyang City.

Houshan is actually a very ordinary mountain, but few people want to come here. The trees on the mountain are towering and lush, which is extremely spectacular. With such a dense wood, there should be a lot of people coming to cut firewood. But they would rather go farther into the mountains than come to the back mountains. This stems from the fact that there is an ancient cemetery on the back hill. There are many terrifying ghost stories circulating about this ancient cemetery. The most important thing is that in these ghost stories, there are really some magic effects that coincide with real life. These magical ghost stories are like gods, so that several nearby cities are taboo about this back mountain.

A big reason why Xie Leng chose to cultivate here was that no one would come here to disturb his concentration on cultivation. Usually no one dares to come to the back mountain even in broad daylight, and no one comes late at night. Another reason is that he doesn't want to disturb the rest of the people in the game. The dart bureau is the first prestige in the world, and there are endless darts and things to do every day. For those who are tired all day, only the time to fall asleep at night is the most precious. How could Xie Leng bear to affect them?

Not only was there no moonlight tonight, but there were also a lot of dark clouds in the breeze. No one dares to come up to the back mountain during the day, and no one will come up at night in such weather.

"Type 9, Gun Picks Ghosts"

In this cold ghost mountain, Xie Leng actually shouted out the move to fight against the ghosts and gods without any taboos. It can be seen that he has the confidence in the power of this style to kill all demons and monsters.

As soon as this formula came out, the wind on the mountain increased a little. The golden light emitted by the spear head between the swings was as bright and swift as lightning, and the leaves flew and the branches broke everywhere it passed.

"Tenth Style, Gun Picks Demons"

This formula is even more scary when it comes out. The sharp spear aura emanating from Xie Leng's body spread out in a radius of more than a kilometer. Wherever the gun gas went, the green leaves that flew up were frantically torn apart.

"Eleventh Style, Gun Picks the Earth"

"Type Twelfth, Gun with My Heart"

In the past two years, Xie Leng has gone to this terrifying back mountain every night to practice these four types of marksmanship. The "sweeping spear" taught to him by Lu Qi was like a rui two years ago, and he never made any progress. He knew how powerful the martial arts of Seal Kai and Fang Lianyu were. They live together, play together, and practice together. How could he not know their details. He understands the difference in strength between himself and them, and knows better that they are his biggest threat to the head of the dart. When he felt that the 'Sweeping Spear' had reached its limit two years ago, he began to create his own four styles on top of the original eight styles.

After two years of continuous research and improvement, repeated cultivation to find shortcomings, and to go to the Wuliu Basket, it was finally successful tonight.

The clouds cleared, and there was no rain, revealing a full moon with a large face. Now the beautiful scenery of the back mountain sky and seeing the bright moon through the dark clouds is just in line with Xie Leng's good mood at this time. When the twelfth type of cultivation was completed, the power was like a child who had gotten candy laughing. In fact, the power of the ninth type was enough to give him the confidence to win the opportunity he had been waiting for for ten years. It's just that when he created the ninth form, the routines of the next three styles kept appearing in his mind. With this kind of flash of inspiration, he would not let go of the slightest opportunity, and immediately sketched it on the ground with a spear.

The moonlight sets in the west, the sun rises in the east, the handover between today and tomorrow, and the ironclad law of nature.

Xie Leng had a lot more time to cultivate tonight than before. In the past two years, the same time to go back is the third watch, but this time it is a whole night of cultivation. It was only when the sun appeared that he thought to go back. In fact, he doesn't want to go back yet, and he wants to practice for a while. It's just that there are too many things to do in the dart game, and it's not good to go back late. Because everyone else was working, but he was never there. He is a responsible person, and he has to do his own things himself when he has to do it as a last resort.

There was another reason why he had been cultivating for so long tonight. Two years of excessive consumption have caused some bad problems in his body. In the next two days, he will take a good vacation for his body, recuperate well, and compete for the opportunity that he has been waiting for ten years in the best condition. He wants to become the disciple of the head of the dart and practice superior martial arts. Only by constantly improving his strength can he seek Ding Feng to avenge his father.