Fantasy: The opening pushes the ages

As the sound resounded, one could hear thunder and thunder resounding, and for a moment, it seemed like the end of the world.

Could this be the power of a saint?

Zhou Mu let out a slight breath.

At this time, he didn't have the slightest fear in his heart.

The picture of the upper armor of the six sons in his hand slowly unfolded, and the strong attack like a gust of wind had already expanded infinitely in his eyes, and in an instant, it reached in front of him.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Zhou Mu was just an ordinary warrior, then he should have been wiped out by now.

Under a saint, everything is an ant.

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Just as Zhou Mu was about to unfold the picture of the six sons on the armor, a barrier suddenly appeared in front of him, which resisted the attack abruptly, and there was no ripple at all.

It was effortless to resist the full blow of the saint's cultivation.

Ma Tong's face changed suddenly.

Pupils shrink.

He swallowed hard, at this moment, he actually showed a somewhat frightened expression, as if seeing a ghost, and then, with a wave of his palm, he disappeared, leaving only a puddle on the ground. blood.

blood shield.

This is one of his life-saving means.

Generally, people will only use it when they want to put him to death, because this move, if used once, will cause huge damage to the body, even irreversible.

However, this kind of damage seems insignificant against the backdrop of life.

All this happened in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Zhou Mu stared blankly at the empty boundary.

For a long time, he didn't slow down.

What happened in front of my eyes?All right, so why did Ma Tong run away?

He lowered his head and glanced at the picture of the upper armor of the six sons in his hand, and he became even more puzzled. The picture of the upper armor of the six sons has not been unfolded and has not yet played a role. So what is Ma Tong afraid of?
A mess.

Zhou Mu felt his head was dizzy, so he just ignored it and walked towards Qingyun Peak bouncing around.

Not long after, ripples quickly appeared on the surface of the space at the original boundary, and as the ripples spread like water waves, a person slowly walked out of the void.

The old man was leaning on crutches with a kind smile on his face.

"You are such a troublemaker..."

Although he complained a little, his tone was slowly pampering.

When his eyes fell on the pool of blood, his pupils slowly darkened.

The old man snorted coldly, and said: "You are so courageous, even my people dare to move, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, this old man will sacrifice your life to heaven."

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Great Wilderness

As the capital of the Huangtian Territory, the great significance of the Great Wilderness City can be imagined.

Moreover, the headquarters of the first-class forces in Huangtianyu are all built here. That is to say, a very important indicator to measure whether a power is considered to be a first-class force in Huangtianyu is whether it can establish a foothold in the Great Wilderness City, which is surrounded by strong groups. a cup of soup.

In the vanity fair of power, bloody massacres are carried out every day.

Although the Great Wilderness City covers an area of ​​hundreds of thousands of mu, the forces it accommodates are too large, and there are often situations where the supply exceeds the demand.

Therefore, the battles brought about are often brutal and bloody.

The rise of one power often leads to the fall of another power.

The same is true of the Wang Family Martial Arts School today.

The forces that once stood on the top, naturally couldn't bear the silence at the foot of the mountain, and became a fish at the mercy of others.

Therefore, under the auspices of the current owner of the Wang Family Martial Arts Museum, the Martial Arts Competition, which had been abandoned for nearly 100 years, was re-hosted.

On the high platform, a woman stood on it. The bright sunlight supported her delicate skin, which was so beautiful that it was even more delicate than the bright flowers on the platform.

"Today, our Wang Family Martial Arts Academy officially issued an order to seek talents. Anyone who passes the martial arts trial will be honored as a guest minister by our Wang Family Martial Arts Academy, with an annual salary of [-] gold."

The smile was dazzled, it was actually a bit more dazzling than the sun in the sky.

She has a delicate face, eyebrows like emerald green, skin as white as snow, wearing a blue robe, setting off a graceful figure, slender and straight snow-white thighs, so white that it is a bit dazzling.

There is no doubt that this is a girl that some people are willing to go crazy for, no matter in temperament or appearance.

As soon as the voice like a yellow oriole fell, the audience surrounded by it began to become agitated.

Countless fiery eyes fell on the young woman.

Such a woman can be called stunning.

Among the crowd, there were people with obscene smiles on their faces, who actually did those unsightly things in broad daylight.

With a sudden trembling of the body, the palms were stretched out from the pants, and he exhaled a long breath, but the desire on his face did not weaken in the slightest.

"What's the use of Keqing? Can you kiss Fangze?" Among the crowd, someone who watched the excitement said loudly.

As soon as these words came out, fiery eyes immediately fell on Wang Qing'er.

Immediately there was a burst of laughter.

Although there is a slight sense of molestation, but in the end dare not go too far.

In the wild world, Wang Qing'er's reputation is also the best, even outside the wild world, there are many suitors.

Wang Qing'er smiled elegantly, showing a beautiful temperament between frowns and smiles.

"Your Majesty, it's not that you can't..."

The rest of the words have not been finished yet, and there is a feeling that everything is left unsaid.

In an instant, the sun and the moon were dark.

When everyone heard this, the crowd immediately became a little commotion.

"I, I, I... sign up..."

"Don't fight me..."

The registration office of the Wang Family Martial Arts Hall was immediately filled with people.

Everyone rushed there like crazy.

Soon, the martial arts training ground that could accommodate ten thousand people was fully occupied.

Seeing this, Wang Qing'er on the high platform had an indescribable feeling.

My heart is a little depressed and stuffy.

"Come one by one, don't squeeze..."

The steward's words were quickly drowned out by the noisy crowd.

"Sign up, little monk."

Then came a voice.

Everyone was stunned.

Then there was a clear passage between Wei and Wei. At the end of the passage, a monk with delicate features stood there, dressed in cassock, revealing a bit of majesty.

Just standing there calmly, but there is a sense of oppression that cannot be ignored.

Unsurprisingly, the appearance of the monk caused a sensation.

Everyone understood in their hearts that they said they were looking for talents, but in fact they were just looking for a backer for the Wang family martial arts school, and the condition of exchange was naturally Wang Tianquan's beautiful daughter Wang Qing'er.

"Could it be that this monk also came to meddle?"

"Hahahaha...Miss Qing'er is really beautiful, and it makes people who don't care about worldly things even trouble."

"Wait, why does it look familiar..."

While ridiculing, someone finally paid more attention to it. The person who spoke squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, his face became serious.

"The Great Monk Shangshan..."

"He actually came..."

"Could it be that the rumors are true..."

Someone seemed to know the inside story and murmured.

The surrounding commotion did not affect Great Monk Shangshan at all. He seemed to stay out of it, as if he had entered a land of no one. From the beginning to now, he has always had a smile on his face, and nothing seemed to affect him.

However, when his gaze inadvertently glanced at the person on the high platform, his eyes, which were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, rippled slightly, but then slowly returned to calm.

As if nothing had happened, he stood quietly in front of the steward, put his hands together, bent slightly, bowed, and said: "Please remember the name of the little monk, the head of the Qinglong Temple is Shangshan."

The steward was stunned.

"You are the great monk Shangshan..."

He stuttered when he spoke, and his hand holding the pen trembled violently.

The great monk Shangshan said: "Young monk is Shangshan, please remember."

As he spoke, he seemed to have sensed something, and slowly raised his head.

At this moment, Wang Qing'er also looked over.

Lines of sight meet in the air.

Shangshan calmly withdrew his gaze, then looked at the steward, clasped his hands together and said, "Almsgiver, can you pass on a message for the little monk?"

The steward quickly stood up and returned the salute respectfully, "It's a villain's blessing to be able to serve the master."

"The little monk is still the former Xi Tianqiu, and she is still Wang Qinger's backer."

After Shangshan finished speaking, without waiting for any reaction, he turned around slowly, and left alone in the sight of everyone.

The steward bowed his body, but saluted respectfully.

These words were clearly heard by Wang Qing'er on the high platform. She kept paying attention to that side, and she clearly saw a trace of pampering flashing across Shangshan's face.

Wang Qing'er's eyes were slightly red, and the moment she closed her eyes, tears slowly flowed down her fair face.

"Obviously you used to love me so much, but now you are like a stranger, so what do you mean by these words..."

The fate of the two, at this moment, gradually became two parallel lines.

Perhaps Shangshan was standing there wanting to say something, but due to his identity, he couldn't say it clearly, so this statement in front of everyone at this time may be able to represent his attitude.

Just after Shangshan left, a man in a fiery red robe appeared among the crowd.

With an unruly smile on his face, even when walking, he raised half of his face and pointed his nostrils at people.

When he walked forward, everyone automatically made a way for him.

Obviously, for this man with a bit of a mean smile on his face, everyone still knows his identity.

Zhao Jing of the Scarlet Spirit Sect.

The suzerain is his father, the key point is that he is the eldest son, and he will probably be the one who takes over the Red Spirit Sect in the future.

And he is also extremely competitive. He has just reached the age of the crown, and he is already a half-step fairy, and he is only one step away from the fairyland that can be said to be one step from heaven and one step from hell.

As long as he can survive smoothly, coupled with such a young age, the future is limitless.

The most important thing is that the Scarlet Spirit Sect has just given birth to another saint warrior, who is now in the limelight, and is also one of the targets that the Wang family martial arts school is trying to win over.

Seeing that, the steward stood up abruptly, with a flattering smile on his face.

Although there is a bit of cynicalism, but the aura from the superior is simply natural.

"I want to sign up."

As he spoke, he glanced at Wang Qing'er on the high platform, but the latter just glanced at him, then averted his eyes lightly.

"That's right, it's really a good embryo, and the young master reluctantly got it in his pocket."

Zhao Jing said with a smile.

Then he looked at the steward, and said softly: "Talk to your steward, just say that person, the young master is going to decide, whoever robs me will be the enemy of my Red Spirit Sect."