Qianyang City is the first pass to the heart of the Central Plains from outside the Great Wall, and Qianyang Pass can also be called the first pass of the Central Plains Portal.

Under this great city, many heroic stories have happened.

The most famous one is the Juewu Zun Xiao Nu. He once tore up the sixteen master-level powerhouses of the northern barbarians alone under this city, and then crossed hundreds of thousands of troops to capture the barbarian leader at that time. He stopped the barbarians from moving south and invading the Central Plains to avoid being devastated.

It was precisely this battle that Xiao Nu became famous all over the world and laid the foundation for the position of Grandmaster.

It was also in this battle that he went from a martial arts thief hunter pursued by various sects to become a great hero that everyone admired.

All major sects also borrowed the donkey. Rumors knew that Xiao Nu would give up the story of his unique knowledge in their sects and steal the scriptures in the past.

Now time passes by and time passes by.

Juewu Zun Xiao Nu disappeared from the Pitian Peak like a hero in the world.

The national dynasty he guarded back then had already been blowing away by rain and wind, and the country had changed its masters twice.

Only this city still records the events of that year.

This is also because of the past that caused the storm today.

"The Ten Strongest Martial Arts are said to be Xiao Wuzun, who collected the unique skills of various schools and sects in the world and gathered them into a pot. Therefore, this skill can even be called the world's martial arts and the general outline of unique skills. If you practice the Ten Strongest Martial Arts, you will have to bow your head in front of him." In the tavern in Qianyang City, there are gatherings of tourists from the martial arts world, gathering around the ten Strongest Martial Arts that are about to appear, each talking big.

"But according to legend, there wasn't the sword saint Murong Bai back then, but could it be comparable to him?" A young man from the martial arts world asked.

An older gangster sneered: "Murong Bai relies on his extraordinary sword talent and the ultimate sincerity of the sword. In order to practice sword art, he even gave up all external emotions. Such a person is an extraordinary person, and his talent is far beyond our expectations. Many people still go to observe the forty-two sword marks left by Murong Bai in Zaque Mountain, but how many people can understand what unique sword principles can they learn from it?"

"Xiao Wuzun's top ten martial arts scriptures are different. According to legend, Xiao Wuzun used to be just an ordinary merchant with ordinary qualifications and origins. When he was young, he relied on family resources to collect a lot of popular martial arts in the world. He practiced randomly and then embarked on the road to the world."

"So, Xiao Wuzun's top ten martial arts scriptures must be more suitable for us ordinary people."

On the other corner of the tavern, a group of people sat quietly.

One person said in a very subtle voice: "This atmosphere is always felt that someone is deliberately promoting it, deliberately trying to make this top ten martial arts scriptures hot and everyone wants it. It seems that this martial arts world is not that simple to win the magical power. Guo Daxia wants to adjust the disputes... I am afraid it is not easy."

"Xiao Wuzun's top ten martial arts scriptures are the supreme magical treasures that everyone in the world longs for. How can we deliberately praise them? But this matter is indeed strange, and this matter is a bit unreasonable. If I had obtained the top ten martial arts scriptures, I would have been secretly unrecognized. Before I could practice, I would not even say the closest people. How could it be known to everyone in the world now?" Another person also said in the same cautious and considerate tone.

In the tavern, there are also a few teenagers who look single.

Most of them drink alone, prick up their ears, listen to the news, and occasionally have curiosity and contempt in their eyes.

These young men are practitioners who come from reality.

Although the limit of extraordinary martial arts in this world seems to be very high, as a monk, in reality, he is used to despising those martial artists who only know some "simple styles".

When you fight in close combat, your face is covered with blood. How can you be thousands of miles apart? If you kill someone with a curse, you will turn your hands and turn your hands to make the rain come, and your hands will make the rain come.

There are also many warriors carrying weapons on the streets outside the tavern.

Although Wei Dongliao, the garrison of Qianyang City, set up a sign at the city gate, ordering that the weapons were prohibited from being brought into the city.

Two teams of soldiers were also arranged to guard the city gate, but how could these ordinary soldiers stop the warriors who were coming and going?

Although the upper limit of warriors in this world is high, the lower limit of ordinary people is also low. Therefore, powerful warriors seem to be no different from immortals to ordinary people.

"Fight! Fight!" Suddenly I heard a noise.

Many people from the martial arts world who were still chatting in the tavern immediately raised their ears, and some had left the tavern and rushed towards the noisy place.

I saw that a circle of tourists in the center of the street had already surrounded him.

A man in a black suit looked at a dark-skinned boy with an unhappy expression.

The boy had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his neat teeth were smiling when he smiled, and his eyes were shining.

"Boy! I give you a chance and apologize to me immediately. My thunder hand Wentailou never bullies the weak. You came out to the world at a young age. Maybe you learned a few skills from a wild mountain with your master, and then thought you could go to the world. But boy... I tell you, there are so many masters in this world. And I, Wentailou... you can never afford to offend me." The man in black dress looked at the boy confidently and said.

His fists were thick, and his arms were obviously larger than normal people. They all mean that the skill of this man in black dress was definitely not simple.

The young man said, "The thunder hand Wentailou... The 237th place in the list of people, a pair of iron fists, as fast as lightning, as strong as thunder, is known as the thunder hand. However, I heard that the most famous one is a wife who is on the stunning list of the world. There are rumors in the world that your wife Luo Ningshuang is also on the list of famous weapons listed in Jihuatang... I am young and don't understand. It is obviously your wife, how do others know that your wife has a famous weapon?"

The boy's words immediately caused a group of men around him to understand and laugh.

"Young man! Since you are seeking death, don't blame me, Wen, for not following the rules." With a roar, Wen Tailou's hands were intertwined, and the sound of wind and thunder suddenly appeared between his fists and palms.

The powerful fist force hit the boy's chest straight.

The boy didn't fight and let the punch hit him.

Buzz!

The powerful fist, as if it hit the ancient bell's wall, made a thick buzzing sound.

"It's so itchy! Can it be fatal?" the young man said casually, slid his ears with his little finger, and then yelled lightly.

In an instant, a bronze luster appeared on the boy's dark skin.

The strong anti-shock force rebounded back, Wen Tailou screamed, holding the broken arm, and looking at the boy fiercely and terrifiedly.

"Double return, Vajra Martial Arts Body... This is Xiao Nu's Vajra Martial Arts Body. Have you obtained the Top Ten Martial Arts Sutra? Are you the inheritor of the Top Ten Martial Arts Sutra?" Wen Tailou shouted to the young man.

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