Marvel's Cultivator

Odin walked on the steps of the Golden Palace, and the guards opened the gates of the Golden Palace early, waiting for the arrival of the father of the gods.

At this moment, Odin's heart suddenly moved, as if he felt something, he looked back, and saw Sol riding a white horse flashing past the Central Avenue, followed by a red afterimage.

"Maybe Thor can learn more today." Odin murmured, then turned around and continued to climb the stairs.

After about half a stick of incense, a huge golden building in the shape of a round platform appeared in front of the two of them. There were six golden minarets around the building, and the decoration on the outer wall was also full of Asgard's unique style.

Sol came to the building, got off his horse, and turned around to look.

I saw Liu Yuan's Yujian sticking to the ground, stepping out with his right foot, and falling to the ground like walking, walking towards Sol, the rainbow light sword drew a red horse in the air, and put it into the scabbard behind Liu Yuan.

The landing movement is smooth and smooth, relaxed and natural, and Sol is stunned for a while. This is a different charm from his father, and it is more desirable than the display of absolute power.

"Is this the place?" Liu Yuan asked looking at the building in front of him.

Asgard's architecture will not disappoint, it is magnificent and resplendent, fully revealing the wealth and strength of Asgard.

"Yes, this is the martial arts training ground, a place where fighters learn and compete in martial arts." Sol introduced very enthusiastically, and he was willing to talk to guests about everything here for three days and three nights.

At this moment, at the gate of the training ground, three people were walking together towards Sol.

"Sol!" One of the fat men waved at Sol.

"Oh, Vostagg, are you okay?" Sol turned around and greeted happily, and the four hugged each other happily.

"Vorstagg, you're getting fat again." Sol said with a smile.

"No, it's because I'm stronger." Fat Vostagg said in a pose to show off his muscles.

"Come on, that's two more pies." Said the blond man beside Vostagg. Wearing a short sleeve.

Actively, he noticed Liu Yuan who was dressed differently behind Saul.

He asked Saul, "Who is this gentleman?"

Only then did Sol realize that he was so busy greeting his brother that he almost forgot Liu Yuan. He immediately introduced, "This is Mr. Liu, my father's guest."

Hearing this, the two couldn't help being stunned, and even the other man with a mustache who had been silent just now couldn't help but glance at Liu Yuan.

"Dear Mr. Liu, welcome to Asgard!" Vostagg said quickly.

The other two also reacted and said, "Welcome, welcome."

"They are the three warriors of Asgard, my brothers, Vostagg, Fandral, and Hogan." Sol introduced.

Liu Yuan cupped his hands and said, "My surname is Liu, my first name is Yuan, and my character is Taichu."

The three warriors didn't quite understand. Although they probably understood, they still didn't quite understand the current situation. They looked at each other, and followed Liu Yuan's example, arching their hands and responding with a haha.

"Uh...haha, okay, hello."

The bearded Vorstagg stroked his beard and said, "Let's go in, Sol, Hogan wants to compete with you."

"Okay, Mr. Liu, let's go."

Liu Yuan nodded, and followed Sol into the training ground.

The interior of the martial arts field is extremely spacious, which successfully interprets the idea that land does not require money, and buildings require grandeur.

The corridor behind the main entrance alone can accommodate dozens of people walking side by side.

However, it is indeed different from other buildings in style. Compared with the gorgeousness of other buildings, there are more simple stone carvings and murals here, and there are not so many gorgeous decorations.

A group of people came to prepare and began to prepare their weapons.

There is not only one martial arts competition place in the martial arts field, but six.

Six rectangular martial arts training areas surround this central circular public martial arts area, and it has to be said that it is really rich and powerful.

It goes without saying that Thor has his Mjolnir, and Vostagg is sitting on this chair, wiping the broad-bladed ax in his hand with a white cloth.

Fandral seems to be practicing the etiquette of the swordsman competition. He moves in a standard manner, slowly doing some ceremonial movements.

Hogan, on the other hand, sat silently aside, his weapon was a bludgeon.

The weapons here are not enchanted, and there will be no problems in using them during the sparring process.

Liu Yuan walked to a pile of weapons and took a look at a cross sword. Generally speaking, this kind of sword is very heavy, but for Liu Yuan, it is extremely light.

"Mr. Liu, are you also a master swordsman?" Fandral came over and asked.

Since he was the guest of the father of the gods, Fandral was sure that Liu Yuan must also be a great person.

Liu Yuan smiled and said modestly, "I only know a little bit."

For all the masters in the world of cultivating immortals, he is indeed not too outstanding.

"I want to ask Mr. Liu for advice, is that okay?" Fandral said eagerly.

"Fandral, isn't this bad?" Saul discouraged.

This is the guest of the father, and it is really impolite to ask for a discussion hastily.

"Saul, my swordsmanship has stagnated for a long time, I hope to see more advanced swordsmanship." Fandral insisted.

In fact, he was a little flustered in his heart. If the other party did not agree, things would become very complicated.

Vostagg, Hogan, and Sol are all waiting for Liu Yuan's reply. After what Fandral said, they also have some expectations for the strength of this guest.

"Okay." Liu Yuan nodded, picked up the cross sword beside him and said.

Upon hearing this, Fandral said happily, "Thanks, Saul, you start calling."

He steadied his steps, set his posture, and fixed his eyes on Liu Yuan.

And Liu Yuan stood with a calm face, holding a cross sword in his right hand.

Fandral looked at Liu Yuan with some surprises, he had never seen such a posture before, he was completely unprepared, and saw flaws everywhere.

But he didn't dare to relax at all. The more casual the other party was, the more nervous he became.

Sol looked at both sides, waved his hand, and shouted: "Start!"

Fan Daer rushed towards Liu Yuan immediately, and slashed at Liu Yuan with the long sword in his right hand. He decided to strike first!

At this moment, Liu Yuan moved. Instead of blocking, he pushed back slightly, narrowly dodging the swung sword, and saw the tip of the sword passing an inch away from his throat.

Fandral's eyes were wide open, even he didn't dare to be so confident.

The edge of the sword had passed, and there was a flash of cold light. The tip of the cross sword was already in front of Fandral's throat, and if he moved even a little, he would be killed.

"You lost!" Liu Yuan withdrew the tip of the sword stuck to Fandral's throat, pulled a sword flower, and inserted the sword back into the scabbard of the weapon rack.

"Yes, I lost." Fandral hadn't reacted from the sword just now.