Immortal Refiner

The sky was dark, and heavy clouds gathered together.

Accompanied by thunderous thunder, a heavy rain finally fell after a hot summer.

Crash!

Shengtian, Chiming Street.

A carriage hurriedly drove in the rainstorm, and the rolling wheels crushed the water on the ground and left the city without any hindrance.

Upon closer inspection, the groom wearing a straw hat and raincoat looked quite unnatural at this time, and seemed a little nervous.

The reason was that in addition to a person sitting in the carriage, there was also a tiger.

Although the tiger was young, it already had some power, which made him feel quite uncomfortable.

The foal of a tiger and a leopard is not yet written, but it has the spirit of eating cattle!

"Master, don't be nervous, my tiger will not hurt people."

A voice came out from the carriage slowly, calming the groom's slightly anxious heart.

The person in the carriage was naturally Li Qing, who was going to Qingzhou to return the Ancient Mysterious Hammer to Master Gu's family.

Regardless of whether this trip could find Master Gu's family, at least this trip had to be made, after all, it was something that had been agreed.

In this way, the carriage drove out of the north gate and continued to head north.

...

At the same time, in Shengtian City.

In the newly established Fengwei Gate, the Fengwei who had just joined stood in a circle under the eaves around the martial arts stage in front.

The heavy rain splashed on the stage, but it could not extinguish the passion in everyone's heart, and their eyes were filled with expectations.

"It seems that the top three in this school exam will get silver and guidance from several commanders."

"Forget it, I won't consider it. My martial arts are low, and it would be embarrassing to go up there."

"Ah, that's true. This stage is only prepared for those Fengwei who have entered the external strength level."

"Damn it, I've been practicing martial arts for a long time, why haven't I practiced external strength yet!"

"..."

That's right, in order to determine the combat effectiveness of the newly established Fengweimen, a small competition is being held now.

And the rewards of the small competition also made many people jealous, and they were eager to try.

But some warriors with mediocre talents who have never entered the external strength feel quite unhappy. Those warriors who can get the top three in the small competition are already very strong. If they get guidance from several masters of internal strength, won't the strong always be strong!

In this case, they will never be able to surpass the top few warriors in their lives.

Of course, there are also some people who see it more clearly.

"Haha, this is Fengweimen, not a game for children to play."

"Isn't it normal for the strong to always be strong? Do you want several internal force leaders to waste time instructing mediocre brute force warriors?"

"Well said, you should understand after entering here that your head is not worth living."

The personnel of Fengweimen are composed of a large number of Jianghu gangsters and a small number of people drawn from the Wu Li Army.

There is no doubt that both of them are often on the edge of the knife, but the latter is obviously more transparent.

Soon, a hunched figure holding a black oil-paper umbrella stepped out and flew to the middle of the martial arts stage in a few steps.

If Li Qing was here, he would definitely recognize it at a glance. Isn't this the thousand-man captain Guo Zhentong whom he met once in the frontier army!

At that time, when Li Qing was standing in front of Master Gu's tomb, the old man came to worship with a pot of wine, which left a deep impression on him.

As soon as Guo Zhentong appeared, the surroundings immediately became quiet.

He held up a black oil-paper umbrella and spoke in a slightly hoarse old voice: "The rules of this martial arts performance are also very simple. Everyone present is basically a martial artist who is good at using weapons. In order to maximize your strength, this martial arts performance does not avoid swords and weapons!"

"If you practice boxing and kicking, you can bring a piece of armor to the stage."

"But there is one thing to pay attention to. After all, everyone will work together in the future. Although the sword has no eyes, the user has a heart."

"This time, you are not allowed to kill people, and try to avoid crippling people's hands and feet!"

As Guo Zhentong finished speaking, the people off the stage began to whisper again.

"They don't ban swords. It seems that Kaedemon is serious about it."

"What if I get seriously injured? Once I get angry..."

"Don't worry, as long as I don't break my arms or legs, I can be saved as long as I can hold on."

"That's interesting. If I can't use swords, my strength will be greatly reduced."

"..."

Soon, after announcing the rules of this competition, Guo Zhentong also jumped off the martial arts stage and came to a pavilion.

In the pavilion, in addition to Guo Zhentong, there were two people sitting, a man and a woman.

The man's temperament was very elegant, with a fair face, like a scholar.

The woman was dressed in red, heroic, and her pair of eyebrows were not as soft as those of ordinary women, but full of heroic spirit.

She had a ponytail hanging down behind her, and her tight corset highlighted her beautiful figure.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Guo. I can see that you are quite famous among these warriors." The elegant man in white said.

Guo Zhentong waved his hand nonchalantly. He picked up the wine gourd on his waist and drank while saying, "It's all just a false reputation. If we talk about reputation now, the name of Qinghong Female Hero of Commander Qian is more famous!"

Yes, the woman in red is Qian Hong. Due to the pressure from her family, she was forced to leave Wu Lijun and now she is back in the imperial capital to work in Fengweimen.

Qian Hong rolled her eyes at Guo Zhentong, who looked like an old naughty boy, and said in a bland tone: "Let's start quickly. I think this kind of competition is a waste of time. What's the point of coaching?"

Guo Zhentong laughed and said: "You can't say that. Those who can enter Fengweimen are all good seedlings."

"Although they are all external force warriors, after all, not everyone can compare with your talent. You have entered the internal force level in your twenties. It really makes me ashamed."

"I am just lucky. In terms of martial arts alone, I am afraid that two of me can't beat you, Guo Lao." Qian Hong said with a slowly curled mouth.

"You are too modest. Judging from your age, Commander Qian, you can expect to be a master in the future." Qian Lao said with emotion.

The elegant man listened to the conversation between the two and just smiled without saying anything.

While the few people were chatting, the competition had already begun.

It must be said that those who can enter Fengweimen to serve are indeed worthy of praise, and they are definitely not just fancy moves.

Unfortunately, for the three internal strength masters watching in the pavilion, it was still a bit too boring.

"Well, not bad, the boy named Zhong Ming looks so thin, but he is good at using meteor hammers."

"He is quite good. I remember that this young man Wang Fugui is only in his early sixteens. Tsk tsk tsk, it is really not easy to be an external strength master at this age."

"..."

In the pavilion, while drinking wine, old man Guo commented on the situation on the field with relish.

Qian Hong, on the other hand, could not deny this. He never said a word from beginning to end, but just watched everything indifferently.

Soon, halfway through the competition, a man with a rather burly figure, even a little exaggeratedly strong, walked onto the martial arts stage.

He was tall and strong, as strong as a bull. Just standing there, he could give people a strong sense of oppression.

When he stepped onto the stage, the surroundings were obviously quiet for a long time.

The next moment, his opponent also stepped onto the stage. He was also a strong man, but there was still a big gap in his figure compared with the man in front of him.

"Hey, Zhao Yuan? I know you. You are not the boss of Gufeng Street. Why do you come to Fengweimen to work?"

Zhao Yuan was a man of few words. He was silent for a while and said, "It's none of your business."

As soon as he said this, the face of the strong man opposite him suddenly turned red like a pig liver.

"Okay, okay, I want to see if the big knife behind you is just for show." The man said angrily.

The next moment, the man holding two crescent-shaped scimitars rushed directly towards Zhao Yuan.

The rain was still heavy, and the sound of footsteps was drowned out by the sound of the rain.

Zhao Yuan stared at the man who rushed over, and then reached for the big knife on his back with one hand.

Just as the man rushed in front of him, his whole body of strength surged like a river.

Buzz!

A bright knife light flashed between the rain curtains.

Swish!

This knife seemed to cut through the falling raindrops, and the opponent in front of Zhao Yuan, who was also an external force warrior, was chopped and flew out.

Not only that, along with him flying out, there were also several broken blades and a piece of scarlet blood.

Looking at this scene, everyone present became silent.

Even the three commanders in the rain pavilion were slightly stunned.

Bang!

The first to react was Commander Qian Hong, she stood up and slapped the table.

"That knife..."

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