The waves gently blow across the silvery white beach, the lush red willow forest on the shore is gently swaying with the slight sea breeze, and the nearby green grass is dotted with blooming wild chrysanthemums, and insects sing in the sea of flowers!

In the distance, the clear stream is clattering, and a few small fish are swimming happily, jumping out of the water from time to time to play!

Gradually, a small natural village consisting of only a few dozen families appeared on the edge of the forest. The sky is crimson at sunset, the sunset is full of sky, the birds and birds are returning to their nests, the hunters on the ground are like arrows, the village is covered with red and green, the cooking smoke is curling, and the chickens and dogs are mulberry!

This village is called Xianbei Village, which is the largest village in Xinren Island in southern Xinjiang of the Cang Dynasty. At this time, in a simple wooden house in the center of the village, a fourteen or fifteen-and-a-half-year-old boy was sitting on the bed, with his heart facing the sky, his eyes slightly closed, his eyes slightly closed, his tongue on the heavenly pool, condensing and listening, and spitting turbidity and accepting newness.

Phew!

With a half-hour exhalation, the air in the small room actually made ripples. This ripple is in the form of an inverted hanging, converging and compressing from the outside in, and the origin is his slightly open mouth. At this time, even ordinary people can find with the naked eye, a subtle and rough heaven and earth vitality, shining with starlight, and swallowed into his mouth like a whale.

The boy felt light and refreshed, with 36,000 pores, all of them as if he had eaten ginseng fruit, and there was an indescribable comfort. In the depths of his dantian, a light mist was surrounding the center of a circle at this moment, gently rotating and tightening, as if there was a condensation. Obviously, the young man's practice has reached a critical moment, and he has even touched the edge of a breakthrough.

Bang!Bang......

On the path not far from Chaimen, there was a sudden sound of wooden fish!

The young man's practice was suddenly interrupted, and he could only smile bitterly and slowly open his eyes. It seems that this situation has certainly not been encountered once or twice, and his immature heart has been ravaged with an extremely mature and steady nature! As for the mad boy, he may not know what it is.

Although the mental method failed to break through in the end, the boy was still aware of the change in perception. The distance of his perception space suddenly increased a lot, and he could only cover the size of a radius of two zhang, but now he could actually pass through the wooden house and find that the monk on the path three zhang away was knocking on the wooden fish and wanted to pass in front of the hut!

"I didn't expect that I, Wang Biao, came to such a mysterious world of martial arts, a simple method of breathing, can delay people's breathing to ten minutes at a time, not only can strengthen the body, accelerate wound healing, and even close the eyes to see things; Could it be that the legendary gods and ghosts in this world are real?"

It turned out that this kid was none other than Wang Biao, who was far away on the earth and couldn't hurt the great god Kiki who couldn't afford to hurt the great god Kiki, and as a result, his equipment exploded, and he kicked on the leaking chassis, and his body was damaged.

Perhaps it was Wang Biao's infinite unwillingness and grievances that moved Emperor Haotian and Sister Guanyin, and actually let this kid travel to this strange world on the night of the thunderstorm. It happened that it was raining strange red blood that day, and when the stupid boy Siwa of Xianbei Village in Xinren Island was studying a talisman, he was killed by lightning under a tree outside the village.

Wang Biao is not really familiar with this world at all, but fortunately, he has inherited the knowledge and skills of Siwa. But limited to the blockage of news in Xinrendao, and the fact that the four babies' heads were not very bright before, Wang Biao didn't want to reveal his identity immediately, so he could only understand it now.

This world is a world where all people practice martial arts, chivalry is rampant, and there are many door-to-door factions. I heard that those chivalrous supreme masters can even go to the sky and the earth, climb mountains and seas, and do anything. The Cang Dynasty, which is in charge of the mainland where Xianbei Village is located, is now immoral and weak, the dynasty is sluggish, the army is weak, and monsters are rampant. Even a few vassal states often sent people to the hinterland to loot, kill, and plunder. In addition, in order to compete for the territory of the food estate, the Jianghu sects killed and fought in groups, and the slaughter of the city occurred from time to time.

For a hundred years, the thousand-year-old mainland has been a poor livelihood and mourning. Many homeless people, rebellious troops, chivalrous people, and even some small sects have raised the banner of rebellion or resistance or self-protection, of course, most of them are bandits and hooligans.

In such troubled times, strength is everything. For example, the people of Xinnin Island except for the occasional herding of some domestic animals, most of them rely on hunting for a living, if you can't even fight ordinary beasts with both hands, then you don't even have the right to survive in this world, let alone face those high-flying knights and rampant monsters outside the island.

Although Wang Biao himself said, 'Brother came to this world, he didn't plan to go back alive!', but in order to have a better quality of life and stay in this world for a long time, Wang Biao spent most of his time temporarily following the original life trajectory of the fourth baby and practicing the basic Mind Method [Nameless Heart Method] to enhance his internal strength.

It's just that the sound of the wooden fish and the Sanskrit sound of the wandering monk that often appear at the head of the village will interrupt his cultivation! Wang Biao has inherited the mind of the four babies and is about to reach the state of great perfection, but he cannot do the state of the four babies who do not listen to things outside the window and only practice the mind method with one heart.

Looking at a few [rice balls] on his bedside, Wang Biao had an idea. [Rice ball] is the village elder father of [Xianbei Village] who adopted four children, and sent him lunch in the morning.

So he gently pushed open the wooden door, watched the old monk knock on the wooden fish, muttering unintelligible scriptures in his mouth as always, and slowly passed by in front of the house.

"Master, ......"

As soon as Wang Biao spoke, he realized that something was wrong, his current identity was a half-fool, how could he speak fluently? Hey, let's play a kind fool! So he handed the [rice ball] to the monk:

"......Uhhh Rice balls...... Eat!"

The old monk looked unfazed, even taken for granted, stretched out his hand to take the [rice ball], and just said:

"Amitabha, Buddha bless you!"

Just when Wang Biao wanted to use a fool's way to express that the monk should not make noise here, the monk's originally half-squinted eyes suddenly released two fine lights, looked at Wang Biao carefully for a while, and suddenly lost his voice:

"Hehe, the old monk has lived in Xianbei Village for many days, and he has met with the donor many times. I didn't see through the donor's heels, I really don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain! Please forgive the old monk for being clumsy! Lost master, here is a [Silver Wolf Breaking Emperor Sword] left by King Taizu Cang, give it to the owner, I hope the hero has the virtue of a good life, and make good use of it!"

Wang Biao's head suddenly short-circuited, why is the name of this sword so familiar? The old monk didn't allow Wang Biao to think about it too much, so he made a trick, handed it to Wang Biao, and continued:

"[Silver Wolf Breaking Emperor Sword] is a Yellow Dragon artifact, according to legend, it is one of the seven Yellow Dragon artifacts forged by collecting 10,000 years of cold iron and quenching the blood of the Yellow Dragon at the beginning of the Cangwang Incident, the founding ancestor of the Cang Dynasty thousands of years ago. After Taizu died, all of them were buried in the Cangwang Mausoleum, and a few of them were left in the world. [Silver Wolf Breaking Emperor Sword] is one of the seven artifacts of the Yellow Dragon, this sword is three feet and one inch long, and weighs one hundred pounds and eight taels!

Although the mouth of the wandering monk is like a river, Wang Biao is reflexively appearing in such a picture at this time, and a person who asks for food said, "Little friend, this is the peerless magic "Rulai Divine Palm", after practice, you can definitely dominate the rivers and lakes, only ten yuan a copy. ”

The sword is probably a deceitful scrap of copper and rotten iron. Otherwise, with such an artifact, what kind of fate would the monk have, and if he sold it, it would be enough for him to eat for a lifetime, and even build a magnificent temple. But now that it's been given away, I don't know if this old monk is a fool, or if he is making fun of himself as a fool. was a good person in vain, and gave today's rice balls to the monk to eat, but it didn't hurt to tease him. Thinking of this, Wang Biao stammered:

"Big ...... Master ...... [Onigiri] Jaya...... No more, the money ...... Also...... Neither did it!"

As he spoke, he wanted to pierce the monk's trick, and reached out to snatch the "Silver Wolf Breaking Emperor Sword". It's just that as soon as the hilt of the sword was in his hands, Wang Biao immediately felt that something was wrong, this sword was not as light as he imagined.

Wang Biao hurriedly pulled out the sword body from the vermilion sword box, and suddenly the cold light was shining, and even the temperature around him seemed to drop a little. At this moment, a breeze blew, and a few scattered buns in front of Wang Biao's forehead blew through the blade of the sword and broke silently. Wang Biao, who was originally slightly sluggish, was suddenly stunned and surprised, as if he had seen a ghost. Blowing hair and breaking hair, the sword of the absolute sword can do it. Gu Bu couldn't hide the clumsiness, Wang Biao was surprised:

"Master, how is that possible?"

But the monk's eyes were full of kindness, but he was signaling the wooden stick with the thickness of the bowl behind him, obviously letting him give it a try.

Wang Biao didn't think about it, and used three points to cut it over. The sword light passed, and the hard pine short stick was like rotten wood tofu, gently broken into two, without any sense of hindrance. Looking at the broken hole of the wooden stick as flat as a mirror, Wang Biao's mouth can now stuff an egg.

The old monk seemed to see through Wang Biao's thoughts, and said with a smile:

"[Silver Wolf Breaking Emperor Sword] is extremely precious, I hope that the young man can use it to hoe the strong and help the weak, punish the evil and promote the good!"

"Wang Biao will remember the teachings of the holy monk! It's just that since the holy monk [Silver Wolf Breaking Emperor Sword] is a heavy treasure, how can Wang Biao be worthy of using such an artifact? ”

Wang Biao is convinced that there is no free lunch in the world, and if such a heavy treasure is given to a fool, he still doesn't know what kind of heart the other party has?

"Amitabha! Since the lost owner has given me rice balls, when I have a relationship with my Buddha, why should I give the lost owner an iron sword? The lost owner is too worried! Good! Good! The red cloud rises, the yellow dragon appears, a lamp and the first candle, and it will not be extinguished for a thousand years! Amitabha!"

The old monk's words made Wang Biao confused, and he was about to ask for an understanding, but the old monk had already put the rice balls that Wang Biao gave him into his arms, and staggered away in the sound of wooden fish, no matter how Wang Biao called, the other party did not look back, and slowly disappeared at the end of the village road!

Could it be that the people in the thousand-year-old continent are so weird, they do things mysteriously, and they like to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers?

Siwa's dead ghost father was also a famous swordsman, and with a set of [Flash Sword Cracking] swordsmanship that he didn't know where he learned, he was also a leading figure in the Xinren Village area. It's just that during a hunt ten years ago, he was attacked by a passing demon beast, and his father was seriously injured by the monster and died in order to cover the retreat of the hunting team in the village.

And the village chief father of Xianbei Village, who adopted him, is a mallet man, and his [nameless mallet method] is also superb, and he has also been dominant in Xinren Island for decades.