Shenxiao faction!

It is not an ordinary martial arts school, but a sect inherited from a Taoist monarch in the Middle Ages.

Even now, there are heaven and human beings alive.

It is one of the ten major sects of Daqi, not weaker than the Five Elements Sect.

The best thunder martial arts.

Therefore, as soon as Chu Qingchuan reported his home, he attracted the attention of many people. The pedestrians on both sides of the street and the people in the restaurants and shops all looked over.

This golden-robed boy is actually a disciple of the top martial arts master!

Then what he has to challenge is...

"Zhou Heng! This person is Zhou Heng, Zidian Lei Dao, Zhou Heng, one person and one faction!"

"Fuck?! There is a good show to watch!"

"Shenxiao Sect True Legend vs. Chunyang Palace True Legend!"

"incredible!"

"Fight! Fight!"

There were shouts from the crowd, and people were very excited.

In fact, challenging things like this on the street is very common in Wujiang Mansion today.

As more and more people are attracted by the rumored treasures of the master, the number of martial artists in Wujiang Mansion has been unprecedentedly expanded, and it is inevitable that some people want to take the opportunity to become famous or sharpen their martial arts.

However, most of the challenges are battles between ordinary warriors.

After all, the disciples of the famous martial artist and the great sect family are in the minority wherever they are.

It is still rare to involve challenges of this level.

Now there is actually a contest involving the two identities about to start, how to make the people here not excited.

The inn where Yunxiu and He Mengqiu lived was also nearby. She heard the shouts outside, and quickly opened the window to look, and said in surprise: "Is it really Brother Heng?"

"Oh." He Mengqiu sighed lightly when he saw her look, and said: "Sleeves, look at it again, you just got started with the Three Dreams Dafa, it's about to regress."

"Hmm..." Yunxiu pursed his mouth, closed the window and returned, sticking out his tongue, and said, "I, I just took a look."

"If you can see him and still remain as a spectator, or if you reach the'bubble' level of the second stage of the big dream, you can watch as long as you want." He Mengqiu said with a serious face:

"Siu'er, I told you that the Three Dreams Dafa observes the various aspects of the human world, understands human nature, and enters dreams through this, and transforms all beings into use for me. Although it is powerful, it is also dangerous.

"If you can't hold onto your identity as a spectator when you just start, you will inevitably be infested by millions of sentient beings when you fall into a dream, and you will even be fascinated by your dreams, and it will be hard to save you."

"Well, the disciple knows." Yun Xiu nodded earnestly, and said: "Three Dreams Dafa is taught by you, Master. I shouldn't be so slack and make Master bother."

"It's not a bad thing to have a lively nature. You have a prosperous nature and you don't need to blame yourself. It is precisely because of this that I have been hesitating to teach you the Three Dreams Dafa." He Mengqiu gently touched Yunxiu's hair to show comfort and smiled. "This time, if you are a spectator on the sidelines, if Zhou Heng is in any danger, he can also act as a teacher... Well, maybe he can solve it himself."

She thought of what happened in Yuanhe Mansion City earlier.

Zhou Heng, the reincarnation of a suspected Taoist monarch or even a Taoist master, can explode in the face of a major crisis, most of which are better than her sixth-rank innate shots.

"Thank you, Master." Yun Xiu smiled lightly.

...

The news that Zhou Heng was going to compete with the Shenxiao Sect in Chu Qingchuan, soon spread in Wujiang Mansion.

Naturally, Wang Xiuye ​​also heard about it.

He had originally planned to visit Zhou Heng after he settled down in Wujiang Fucheng, but he didn't know Zhou Heng's residence yet, so he wanted to inquire about it later.

Now I heard that Zhou Heng was going to compete with others. He would not miss it. After putting his luggage in the inn, he went out directly.

Go to the city.

Fighting in the street is not allowed in Wujiang Mansion.

Therefore, although Chu Qingchuan challenged Zhou Heng in the street, if he really wanted to fight, he still had to go to the ring in the city.

This is the control measures formulated by the city yamen of Wujiang Mansion to prevent these warriors from disturbing the lives of ordinary people.

If you violate, you will be warned once, then you will be expelled from the city directly, and you will not be allowed to enter Wujiang Mansion for three years.

Aside from this punishment, it was very embarrassing to many people to be expelled from the city. Later, when people walked in the rivers and lakes, they would not be able to lift their faces.

Therefore, this rule was quite effective and gradually became a customary rule, and everyone consciously abide by it.

...

South District of Wujiang House.

In a spacious courtyard, Li Wuwang was shaking a big gun in the courtyard. His whole body was bright silver, it was one meter long, and it was sharp and sharp, flying like a silver dragon.

"My son!" A man with the appearance of a small servant trot over and said: "My son, Zhou Heng has come to Wujiang Fucheng, and Chu Qingchuan from the Shenxiao Sect is about to challenge him. The two have already gone to the ring in the city. Would you like to go over and see? "

Of course, Li Wuwang is not a "boy", his background is actually very ordinary, he has no big background, but now he has money and identity, bought a house and a servant, so that people call him "the boy."

"Zhou Heng?" Li Wuwang stopped the big gun in his hand, looked at the young man, and said lightly: "I'm not interested, I heard that Wang Xiuye ​​is also here, you take me to find him."

"Ah, don't you go to see Zhou Heng?" Xiaoying was taken aback when he heard the words. Obviously he didn't expect this to happen, but he didn't dare to ask too much. He nodded quickly and said: "Okay, I'll take you to find That Wang Xiuye."

"Zhou Heng is strong because he is the reincarnation of great power, and because he is the true biography of Pure Yang Palace, as for martial arts itself...a mere eighth rank, how strong can it be?"

Li Wuwang shook his head and chuckled: "The stories of the world are spreading, and hearsays are often distorted. Each of the eight martial arts ranks one sect. This sounds even more outrageous than the novel.

"Until he has a record that can really prove his strength, he is not qualified to be in my eyes.

"Let's go, take me to find Wang Xiuye, I want to see if his pair of shaking palms can shake my dragon spear."

...

Wujiang Fucheng arena.

Zhou Heng and Chu Qingchuan were standing on the stage, and the audience was already crowded.

Of course, there are people competing in the remaining arenas, but none of the attention levels can compare with this one.

In the eyes of many people, this should be a battle.

Both the Pure Yang Palace and the Shenxiao Sect were the martial arts masters of the current age, and the martial arts grades of their true training were far beyond ordinary martial artists, but they were eye-opening when they watched the battle.

Moreover, Zhou Heng is still one of the most popular warriors in recent days, and there is a deed of one person over the other, many people are very curious about what kind of strength he is.

Why does an eight martial arts rank stand at this height?

On the ring.

"You said you want to learn my thunder knife, then I will use a knife to fight you today." Zhou Heng smiled and took out a knife intertwined with purple electric lights. "The name of the knife is'Purple Electric', a sharp weapon."

"Then today I use the'Nine Types of Chixiao' to teach your thunder knife!" Chu Qingchuan took out a golden iron whip, not a soft whip but a nine-section iron whip. "The whip is called'Nine Destructions', a sharp weapon. level."

As soon as this remark came out, there were bursts of exclamation from the ring, and many people looked at Chu Qingchuan in disbelief, with shocked expressions on their faces.

Chixiao nine styles!

This is not an ordinary martial arts, but a martial arts of the highest grade truly passed on by the Shenxiao Sect. It is the "Chixiao" in the Eighty-One Type of Nine Heavens.

To whip the thunder, fierce and unpredictable, with a whip, the thunder will fill the sky and level everything. It is known as the **** of slashing the gods and destroying the sentient beings. It is unparalleled and unpredictable.

Chu Qingchuan actually practiced this genius?

He is only a martial arts seventh rank!

How to cultivate the martial arts of the top four ranks?

I don't know which level he has reached?

How many styles can be displayed?

The people in the audience were shocked at first, then excited again, and couldn't wait to see Chu Qingchuan and Zhou Heng vying for battle.

It is said that Zhou Henghui's purple thunder sword technique is also a top four martial arts.

Is Purple Thunder stronger or Chixiao stronger?

...

At this time, in a restaurant not far from the ring.

"Following the wind and getting sick" Ma Quanzheng looked at Zhou Heng and Chu Qingchuan on the ring with great interest, and chuckled: "This kid from the Shenxiao faction has actually practiced the Chixiao Nine Styles. It's not easy."

He was the previous master of Plague Emperor Sect who said he would find the right opportunity to kill Zhou Heng himself. He was born with the sixth rank, and he got sick with the wind, killing people invisible.

"Uncle Shi, do you think this Chu Qingchuan has a chance to defeat Zhou Heng?" The young man standing beside Ma Quan whispered.

"It's meaningless to think about what to do." Ma Quan shook his head, tapped on the table with his fingers, and smiled: "I'm thinking, should I solve this kid together when I kill Zhou Heng? .

"Shenxiao Sect's miscellaneous hairs have also broken a lot of good things in our sect in recent years. If you can kill a genius of the Shenxiao Sect today, you will be out of anger."

"This, this, is this okay?" The young man was only frightened, his Master Uncle was bold enough, "A genius who has trained into the Chixiao Nine Style, Master Uncle, if you kill him, the Shenxiao Sect will be furious. Right."

Snapped!

The young man was directly knocked to the ground by Ma Quan slapped him.

"Trash." Ma Quan sneered: "Do you **** know that our Plague Emperor Sect is an evil way, an evil way demon that everyone can punish, you are actually afraid that those righteous sects will be angered, and your brain will be affected by diseases and insects? Did you eat clean?

"If I'm afraid of this, then I'm afraid, the four great evil ways of Da Qi have long been wiped out. This can't be figured out? What's more, Zhou Heng has been killed, and I am afraid that there will be one more Chu Qingchuan?

"When your old mother gave birth to a baby, did she throw the baby away and raise a placenta? How else can you be so stupid as a donkey?"

"Brother, the disciple knows." The young man squatted on the ground, repeatedly kowtow, "The disciple knows what was wrong, thank you for your advice, and thank you for your advice."

"Don't kneel, just say that there is a fart, and bring the disease box." Ma Quan snorted and said: "I think it is good, how can the disease be soundless, colorless and tasteless, making people feel nothing. Feel it!"

...

Boom!

There was a sound and explosion on the ring, as if thunder exploded.

The blades entwined with purple electric lights collided with the golden whips shining with red electric lights, and the horrible force immediately scattered, whipping up a gust of wind and whistling, causing some ordinary people under the ring to stand unsteadily.

But suddenly this powerful collision force disappeared again, and the purple electricity and the red electricity separated, and each distanced each other.

Just now, it was just a trial between Zhou Heng and Chu Qingchuan, and even the serious moves were useless.

"The Purple Lightning Knife is well-deserved. It's really a great strength and a strong physique!" Chu Qingchuan looked at Zhou Heng suspiciously, and his wrists were numb after the short test hand collision.

A martial arts eighth rank actually has such terrifying power, this is simply incredible!

"It's a bit brute force."

Zhou Heng smiled, and the long sword pointed to the other side, "Where is your Chixiao Nine Style?"

Use it quickly,

I am easy to learn!

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