God-level choice: swallowed a mythical-level martial soul at the beginning

Yang Qing has no greed for power.

The reason why he became the commander of the Northern Army was to deal with the Blood Moon War.

Now that the Blood Moon War was over, he naturally wanted to return to the city.

"Thank you, General Yang, for your kindness."

When Chu Li heard the words, he smiled slightly and refused, "It's just that my heart is for martial arts. If I guard the Northern Army, I will inevitably be entangled in many common matters, but I will miss my future."

His goal, from beginning to end, is only one.

That is, to become an existence as powerful as the Monkey King in the past, and even...to surpass it!

"Since that's the case... that's fine!"

Yang Qingwen was not surprised when he heard this, but looked at the other party's words with some regret, and immediately nodded in response: "Just wait, don't leave in a hurry, the achievements of the previous Blood Moon Battle have already been counted , and has been approved by the chief."

When he said this, he paused for a moment, and then said again: "If you talk about heroes, most of the credit for keeping the northern city wall is due to you, Chu Li! Therefore, if you were not there at that time, I also Suppress the rewards for meritorious deeds..."

When Yang Qing said this, he looked into Chu Li's eyes and asked, "Would you like to wait in the handsome tent for a while, and after the merits and deeds are rewarded, no matter where you go, I will have nothing to say."

He knew that Chu Li was different from the past, but a powerful existence comparable to legendary combat power.

Therefore, Yang Qing's words are also extremely sincere.

"Since General Yang said that, then I will be disrespectful."

When Chu Li heard the words, he immediately nodded in response.

Afterwards, under the leadership of Yang Qing, the group left the monster forest and went straight back to the city.

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Modu, northern military camp.

Teams of heavily armed soldiers of the Northern Army patrolled the barracks.

Everyone is holding their heads high, their spirits flying high, and their steps are firm and powerful.

They are all warriors who survived the Blood Moon War. After experiencing blood and fire, life and death, they are no longer what they used to be.

Of course, there is another more important reason for such a posture.

It was the one who was regarded as a faith-like existence by countless soldiers of the Northern Army——Chu Li, he is back!

All the soldiers try their best to show their best looks, just for the boy who saved the whole city!
At this moment, in the handsome tent.

The remaining dozens of officers of the Northern Army gathered here.

Among them, most of them came from injuries, some had missing arms, some had broken legs, and what's more, even most of their faces disappeared, leaving only gaps and white bones.

But at this moment, everyone is full of excitement, and their eyes are all focused on the young figure in the field!

I saw that young figure, it was a boy about sixteen or seventeen years old.

The young man's hair was as black as ink, and his appearance was handsome. He was dressed in a black warrior uniform, which looked extremely concise, and his gestures and gestures carried great power.

This young man is none other than Chu Li!

I saw Chu Li's expression was flat, quietly watching Yang Qing who was sitting in the main seat in front of him.

Yang Qing looked around, and then slowly said: "Since everyone is here, then, Reporter Han, I'll leave it to you."

"Yes, General Yang."

Only a female voice was heard, coming from outside the tent.

Afterwards, I saw reporter Han Ya walking in with a photographer.

Everyone looked back subconsciously, and then took it back.

Although they were surprised by Han Ya's appearance, they did not resist.

Han Ya, in such a critical moment, still refused to leave, and even almost had to use her mortal body to fight to the death with monsters.

This kind of courage is worthy of their admiration, and it is also worth staying here for interviews.

Han Ya glanced around the tent, and finally settled on Chu Li in the field, her eyes brightened slightly.

"Has the filming started yet?"

Han Ya first glanced at the photographer and asked.

After she got a definite reply, she walked quickly to Chu Li's side and said very politely; "Chu Tianjiao, I'm Han Ya, a war reporter. I have a question. I want to ask you first, is that okay?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Li nodded slightly and said, "Excuse me!"

He also has some understanding of the female reporter in front of him, so he is not bored.

Han Ya didn't hesitate, and immediately asked, "Excuse me, Chu Tianjiao, as far as the world knows, your martial spirit was originally the Ruyi Golden Cudgel from the ancient mythology, but why did it appear to be the Qi Cudgel during the Blood Moon Battle?" What about the Great Saint Martial Soul?"

This question is a common doubt in the hearts of countless people who have followed Chu Li's performance.

Chu Li was already prepared for this, and immediately replied: "When I entered the Wuhun Pagoda, my Wuhun changed, and it seemed to have evolved to a certain extent, thus extending the Qitian in ancient times. Great Sage Martial Soul."

"Wuhun Tower?"

Han Ya was attracted by these three words, and asked another question: "I once heard that Chu Tianjiao taught many warriors by precept and deed at the celebration banquet held by the seventh master of the Lin family in the past. One step further in the soul tower, is there such a thing?"

"It did."

Chu Li was not humble, and nodded in admission.

Han Ya pondered for a moment, then asked again: "Then, is it convenient for Chu Tianjiao to tell you what your martial art is?"

As Han Ya's voice fell, the eyes of dozens of officers in the field, including Yang Qing, all focused on Chu Li.

Everyone's eyes were full of curiosity.

Chu Li's martial arts...what could it be?
Chu Li smiled and said, "I can answer this question for you."

He pondered for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth: "My martial art... is... freedom!"

"Fearless?"

As soon as Chu Li's words came out, everyone couldn't help but froze in place, their eyes full of puzzlement.

Can freedom be called martial arts?

They have heard many powerful warriors talk about their own martial arts.

Some are for power, some are for protection... but no one regards freedom as their own martial arts!
There was a smile on the corner of Chu Li's mouth, and he explained softly: "Comfort, perhaps in the eyes of the world, is really a simple goal, but real freedom is far from it."

When Han Ya heard this, her eyes immediately became serious: "I would like to hear more about it."

"Looking at the world, ordinary people work hard all their lives, running around endlessly just to make a living, and they are under heavy pressure."

"Warriors lick blood with swords and fight on the battlefield. Although they don't have to worry about food and clothing, they are always facing the threat of death."

"Even if you are a legendary powerhouse, you are on the cusp of the storm, and the pressure you face is even greater."

Chu Li's voice was extremely calm from the beginning to the end, but it seemed to have a strange magic power, reaching the bottom of everyone's heart.