Chapter 123: Warrior World

Ordinary people, it is difficult to distinguish the difference between martial artists and martial arts figures, but in fact, it is indeed difficult to distinguish, this difference only exists between martial artists and cultivators, because this is the strength that both sides are afraid of.

The only way for cultivators to identify martial artists is Gang Qi, but the cultivation of Gang Qi is the same as Spiritual Qi, although it has the same path, it is extremely complicated, and ordinary martial arts people can also cultivate Gang Qi and eventually become martial artists.

In the eyes of cultivators, martial arts figures who can compete with them are all considered martial artists.

And in the eyes of martial artists, as long as there is aura, they are all cultivators.

As for ordinary martial arts people, they are ignored by martial artists and cultivators.

Now, Zhao Yuan is a martial arts person who is not recognized by cultivators and martial artists.

In the eyes of cultivators and martial artists, Zhao Yuan has neither the aura of a martial artist nor the aura of a cultivator, he only has the skill of killing.

Zhao Yuan did not have direct contact with the martial artists, however, he was able to tell the difference between the martial artists and the martial artists.

Gut feeling!

Zhao Yuan had an instinctive intuition to distinguish the difference between a martial artist and a martial arts person.

Zhao Yuan is not afraid of martial artists, he believes that martial artists like the black-faced gods cannot be all over the streets, if they are only low-level martial artists, Zhao Yuan has absolute confidence. However, what puzzled Zhao Yuan was that those martial artists who appeared and disappeared around him from time to time did not show hostility, and even kept a psychological safe distance from him.

What are they going to do?

Zhao Yuan was puzzled.

In a ruined temple, Zhao Yuan came into close contact with a martial artist, and when this martial artist walked into the ruined temple, Zhao Yuan felt a familiar momentum, which was very similar to the black-faced god, but it was much weaker.

It's an old man.

The old man was extremely tall and thin, with bulging cheekbones and a scruffy beard, and his appearance looked decadent, but he had a sense of danger of breaking out at any time.

Zhao Yuan sat on the haystack, his long knife lying on his knees, his face flat. Zhao Yuan's body was the opposite of his flat expression, and each of his muscle fibers was adjusted to the best state, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

The black-backed long knife is just one of Zhao Yuan's weapons, and Zhao Yuan's weapons are also, fists!

"Welcome to the world of martial artists! I'm Dong Yun. The tall and thin old man smiled, as if he wanted to show kindness.

"I'm not a warrior. Zhao Yuan shook his head, he still maintained the highest vigilance, not daring to be careless.

"You are. ”

"I'm not. ”

"Well, you punch me and see. The tall and thin old man frowned and looked at Zhao Yuan.

"Are you sure?" Zhao Yuan stood up.

"It's okay, come on!" the tall and thin old man stared at Zhao Yuan.

"Are you sure?"

Zhao Yuan's eyes burned with a raging battle intent. During this time, Zhao Yuan did not deliberately avoid it, he looked forward to fighting, he was immersed in fanatical battle spirit all the time, and even forgot about the danger.

The highest level of "war" is completely selfless.

Although Zhao Yuan has not yet reached the highest level of "war", he has already entered the state of battle, and he needs to keep fighting to strengthen himself.

Zhao Yuan has no way out, "Ten Thousand Enemies" is his only secret to cultivating the truth, if he wants to take revenge, he must hone himself through "war", and enter the realm of "force".

Only by completing the cultivation of the Brute Force Realm can he be qualified to cultivate the Realm of Bright Eyes.

"Fighting" is a process that must be experienced, then, Zhao Yuan can't hide his head and tail, he has to expose it from time to time to attract masters to fight him. For Zhao Yuan, this is a dangerous journey, he must control the level of sniping his master, and only by controlling the level can he save his life while grinding.

Of course, Zhao Yuan was not too worried about his safety.

Through a lot of repeated arguments, Zhao Yuan believes that the biggest threat at present is the Liu family from Hubian Mountain, and the real cultivation master will definitely not hunt him down for two million imperial coins.

The current Zhao Yuan is no longer what it used to be, he believes that even if he faces a junior second-order spiritual qi cultivator, he is sure to escape, of course, he can't think of confronting him head-on, and he is not willing to take that kind of risk.

Only a junior third-order spiritual qi cultivator like Tomorrow Mingyue could directly kill Zhao Yuan.

In fact, as long as the terrain is complicated, even if he is facing a cultivator of the primary third-order aura, Zhao Yuan is seventy percent sure that he will escape. Now, most of the places where Zhao Yuan lives are in places with complex buildings.

In the plains and mountains, it is the paradise where cultivators fight. Because, the plain area is clear at a glance, under the pursuit of the flying sword, Zhao Yuan can only be tired of running no matter how fast he is, and although the terrain in the mountainous area is complicated, cultivators do not have to worry about accidentally injuring ordinary people, and they can use their aura to bombard and kill in a large area unscrupulously, which is also dangerous.

For martial artists, Zhao Yuan is not afraid, as long as he is not a super martial artist like the black-faced god, even if he can't beat him, he is sure to escape, after all, martial artists don't have the ability to fly.

Martial artist Dong Yun looked at Zhao Yuan, and suddenly, he had an illusion.

The young man in front of him seemed to become taller in an instant, and his eyes with fierce fighting intent actually had a tendency to look at the world.

"Are you sure?!" Zhao Yuan asked again with his deep gaze staring at the martial artist Dong Yun.

"Sure!"

Inexplicably, Dong Yun suddenly regretted a little, but the words had been spoken, and he couldn't take them back, so he had to bite the bullet.

"Are you ready?" Zhao Yuan put down the long knife in his hand.

"Ready. Dong Yun took a horse step, his fists clenched, and he glared angrily, like King Kong.

"Da!"

Zhao Yuan suddenly shouted, his body rushed out like an arrow off the string, his right hand clenched into a fist, and with the momentum of his body, a punch hit Dong Yun's chest, with a muffled sound of "Peng", Dong Yun took three steps back in succession, and after his body shook for a while, he stabilized his body.

Dong Yun looked at Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan looked at Dong Yun.

Inside the ruined temple, the falling needles could be heard, and there was a suffocating depression.

"You're not a warrior. Finally, Dong Yun spit out a few words.

"I told you a long time ago. Zhao Yuan stared at Dong Yun, secretly shocked by the other party's ability to resist blows, he used seven points of strength just now, and the other party actually carried it down without the slightest reaction.

"Take care!"

Dong Yun clenched his fists at Zhao Yuan, turned around, and strode away from the broken temple.

Zhao Yuan slowly sat down cross-legged, the long knife was still on his knee, and he felt that a few people who were secretly peeping were gone. Zhao Yuan secretly relieved himself, and when he was surrounded, he planned at least a dozen escape routes.

However, Zhao Yuan was still a little puzzled, he didn't understand why these martial artists would find him.

Zhao Yuan didn't know that in the Great Qin Empire, there was a secret organization called the "Warrior Alliance".

The Warrior Alliance is an extremely united group, because the number of warriors is extremely rare, once a warrior appears on the rivers and lakes, the Warrior Alliance will immediately organize people to lead.

As for the bounty of two million imperial coins, the Warrior Alliance didn't pay attention to it.