Invincible God King

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When Chen Yu stepped into the next step, the picture in front of him really changed again.

At this moment, an old man was stuck in front of him, and said to him very severely:

"Martial arts, practicing to the highest level is forgetting myself. Forgetting self is the loneliness that the strong can realize, just like your last name!"

"Who are you ?!" Chen Yu wanted to ask, but didn't make a sound at all, as if he didn't exist, he was nothing.

really!

Chen Yu knew it.

This time, he entered another body.

Although he can feel everything in this body, his soul is independent, as if imprisoned in this body, sharing everything that happened in this body.

That being the case, let's see what happens in this life? Whether he is as hard-working as he was in the last life!

After three days.

Chen Yu finally knew something about her identity.

Where he is, he is a smithy.

Outside of the small yard, the old blacksmith had only an old tree with a crooked neck in the corner who would listen to him.

His last name is lonely, single name 殇.

This name, as if giving his life, wrote a notice.

Every day, in addition to hitting the iron, his master will teach him to practice sword.

"See the sword, see the sword, where does your eyes go?" The old blacksmith knocked the dugu cymbal with a wooden stick.

"Inhale deeply first, and then go away to Dantian. Yes, spit it out, **** it in, then spit it out, press your hand down, raise your hand and hold it, prepare! Sword!

"Boom!" With a sound of ground, the sword came out of the sheath, and the sword light was like a lightning.

"Master, draw a sword, is it so troublesome?" Du Guo asked.

"Am I a master or are you a master !? Practice according to the methods I teach you to ensure that you can become a generation of swordsmen!" Said the old blacksmith proudly.

However, Duguyu knew that the old blacksmith could not sword at all.

Because before the old blacksmith taught him to practice swords, the swordsmanship was always placed under the table for the corner of the table.

Knowing that one day, the old blacksmith's whim, combining those pieces of waste cloth, he discovered that it was actually a sword sheet!

However, even so, Duguyu is still very happy.

Because he likes swords!

Although the most thing he does every day is still hitting the iron, but in the heart of Duguyu, there is a dream, a dream of becoming a swordsman!

He dreamed that one day, the name of solitary loneliness, would resonate throughout the world.

When the evildoers heard his name, they would scramble.

Even the world's first swordsman, Huang Yaoshi, was shocked by his talent when he saw him, and wanted to teach the mantle.

And he refused with a firm face:

"Sorry, Mr. Huang, I already have a master. Although he is not as good at martial arts as you are, I am a person of great affection. I can only worship him as a master in this life.

Later, Huang Yaoshi would appreciate him more and more, and he thought about which one of the two daughters like flowers would be me.

Huang Fu?

Not too big.

Huang Rong?

No, it's too small ... Well, otherwise, that's fine!

He likes little loli anyway.

In this way, every day, Duguyu held the iron hammer and beat copper with iron with longing for hope.

With sparks splashing, he seemed to see Huang Rong beckoningly at him ...

In the past six months, in addition to hitting the iron, Duguyu practiced his sword every day and worked hard.

Because, he firmly believes that he can certainly become a generation of swordsman.

In the early morning of this day, Duguyu was practicing sword in the village, and suddenly a figure loomed out of the yellow sand.

Walked curiously, Du Guoyu found that the figure stumbled and ran, his pace was weak, as if a random wind could blow him down.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, the man fell heavily to the ground while he was still a few steps away from Duguyu.

On his back, a deep arrow was revealed!

Duguyu quickly pulled this person up, but he saw cold sweat on his face and speechlessness in his mouth, until the moment when his head was tilted, his eyes kept on his clothes.

Tokgo bravely reached into his hand, groped for a while, and found a letter and a large silver ticket inside.

On the envelope was an address: Los Angeles, Changqing Xiaoyuan.

Du Guo guessed that this man should be a horse bandit, and he wanted to leave the money to his family.

Holding a silver ticket, Dugu Xizi nourished for many days.

However, these days, he has not been able to sleep well.

Not excitement, but there was a constant echo in his mind:

But how can you become a swordsman man blindfolded by a little gold and silver? !!

After spending a few nights, Tokgo decided to send the money back!

"Do you really want to go?" The old blacksmith hurried around in circles, asking how many times.

Tokgo nodded seriously.

After hesitating again and again, the old blacksmith finally said loosely:

"Go, come back soon after the delivery, Master is still waiting to teach you swordsmanship."

Before he left, the old blacksmith kept sending Duguyu to the road before stopping.

That day, he insisted on stuffing a pile of things for Dugu.

It was a few shabby money tickets with flanging.

Although the denomination is very small, it seems that Dugu has a sour nose.

Because he knew that the old blacksmith was very clever, and often a penny can be used as a penny in a vegetable stall.

Although he didn't have much money for Duguyu, it was the hard work that he had suffered over the past few years that he couldn't bear to spend all his savings.

Duguzhen turned his head again because he was afraid that the old blacksmith would see him cry.

On the first day of practicing swords, the old blacksmith told Duguyu.

The real swordsman does not like crying.

Tokgo, who has never been far away, is on his way.

To reach Los Angeles, you first need to cross a desert.

After walking for three days and three nights, at the time when Duguyu was almost desperate, he finally got out of the desert.

On this way, Duguyu did not know how much he had suffered, and finally reached Los Angeles.

Looking from a distance, the walls of Luo City circling the earth like a dragon!

For the first time out of the village, the solitary concubine saw blood boiling and his body shaking uncontrollably.

At the next moment, the soldier guarding the city gate stopped Duguyu with suspicion:

"Stop! What are you doing!"

"Send .... Send a letter." Du Guo was nervous and stuttered.

Looking at the immature expression on the face of Du Guo, the soldier did not plan to make trouble for him, and nodded: "Okay, let's go into the city!"

After entering the city, Duguyu discovered that Luo City is really big!

He turned around the street several times before he found the Evergreen Courtyard.

When he came to the gate of the courtyard, he found that the gate was full of white crickets.

Horse carriages and crowds come and go.

In the hall, several white and young children cried.

At this time, Duguyu walked towards the crying woman.

At this time, a tall middle-aged man was standing in front of Du Guzhang:

"Who are you !?" the middle-aged asked.

Looking at all the eyes on the field together, for a while alone, some do not know how to get along.

However, he quickly remembered what happened, took out a silver ticket and wrote:

"Money, before the man died ... and the letter, I brought it."

Duguyu tried to introduce his origins forcefully, but stuttered.

Before waiting for him to finish speaking, just listen to "Wow!", The woman held the letter in her arms and couldn't cry.